tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75597211355410268622024-03-13T13:38:52.894-04:00Dawn M. Nevills "A Moment of Your Time - Phase II"AUTHOR/ARTIST/SINGER shares thoughts in print.
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Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.comBlogger2072125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-70328635705088594032024-02-22T02:20:00.001-05:002024-02-22T02:20:31.618-05:00The Spoils of War<p> True it is, that Rage feeds Evil, </p><p>And all the appetites that urge a man to live are twisted into darkness, in the doing. </p><p>Till even hunger, mined into a Pit of Wound, and tossed a weapon maggot into seething chasm, feeds upon Itself, </p><p>And the gold of busy Death is smelted with Men's bones. </p><p>No light enters here; no blinking morning birds; no misted hills awash with greyed and tremulous dew,</p><p>Cooling the molten shrieks of maw and groan; </p><p>The dry and rock-strewn ground is churned with builder's dust, </p><p>And Men's blood stirs a grim and writhing mix of fluid and stone - no corner anchor here,</p><p>Fulcrum-rich with echoed song, and storied awe:</p><p>But grinding steel, and teeth, and flash, and shriek, silent in the ink, 'till even the canopy of Heaven</p><p>Would hide its True Star from Death's Jealous Touch, </p><p>And Shroud the exploding fingers of steel with </p><p>Omnipotent, Relentless Defiant Tears of </p><p>Tumult's Absence, in </p><p>Silent Celestial chiding at the </p><p>Doings of Men. </p>Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-13108802750144945342023-11-05T22:52:00.002-05:002023-11-05T22:52:34.191-05:00The Nature and Reason of Commandment by Dawn M. Nevills<p> <span style="color: var(--color-text); font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal);">I want to talk, today, about what it is like to be without those you love, and how this affects any community, no matter who it is, what they wear, what prayers they say, or who they say they hate. </span></p><p><span style="color: var(--color-text); font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal);">It might surprise you to know that those you have painted as worthy of a hate brush - your hate brush - do not hate you, wish you harm, wish you death, or wish you anything harmful at all: just freedom, safety, and mutual respect. </span></p><p><span style="color: var(--color-text); font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal);">I want to talk about thinking for yourself, apart from the fashionable, the misunderstood, the misinformed, and the misrepresented in society. </span></p><p><span style="color: var(--color-text); font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal);">I want to talk about how real political representation recognizes goodness no matter where it is, hatred of the innocent for what it is - abusive and exploitative, even when someone is doing this to YOU (and it is always made easy, like many defenseless targets caught in the grip and fervour and rage of war) - and the idea of Love and Hope amidst conflict.</span></p><p><span style="color: var(--color-text); font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal);">I want to talk about possibility, and the Angels of our better natures, and the light and dreams and hopes of our youths, undiminished and shining brightly in our hearts, even now. </span></p><p><span style="color: var(--color-text); font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal);">I want to talk about Belief.</span></p><p><span style="color: var(--color-text); font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal);">I want to talk about what envy does to a life of hard work and struggle, crushed in a moment of rage and jealousy, theft and destruction. I want to talk calmly, about the ten commandments:</span></p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);"><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /></p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">1. You shalt have NO OTHER GODS before Me.</p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">2. You shalt NOT worship an idol.</p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">3. Do not take the Lord's name in vain.</p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">4. Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it Holy.</p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">5. Honour thy father and thy mother.</p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">6. Thou shalt not commit murder.</p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">7. Thou shalt not commit adultery.</p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">8. Thou shalt not STEAL.</p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">9. Thou shalt NOT BEAR FALSE WITNESS. (LIE OR MISREPRESENT ANOTHER PERSON, OR FALSE TESTIMONY ABOUT THEM, THEIR CHARACTER, OR THEIR PERSON)</p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">10. Thou shalt not COVET.</p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);"><br style="box-sizing: inherit;" /></p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">(COVET - one of the most difficult of the commandments during difficult times, and requiring tremendous self restraint, selflessness, and thought for others - is what one does when one is jealous of another's life, home, wealth, goods, family, children, wife, husband, income, life, country, perceived prosperity, and way of life, especially to the extent that you commit a sin against <span class="ql-hashtag" data-test-ql-hashtag="true" style="border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; font-size: var(--artdeco-reset-base-font-size-hundred-percent); font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-bold); margin: var(--artdeco-reset-base-margin-zero); outline: var(--artdeco-reset-base-outline-zero); overflow-wrap: normal; padding: var(--artdeco-reset-base-padding-zero); vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">#8</span>. In rage, when venting against another, and against perceived injustice, regarding the goods and property, life and prosperity of another that you feel YOU should have, COVETOUSNESS is used by all that is evil to convince you that your NOT having something is justification for you to destroy, steal, ruin, or deny access to someone else's. </p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);"><br /></p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">It is pervasive in society today, along with a sense of entitlement, a lack of respect for other human beings, and a lack of understanding about what someone has gone through, in their lives, to achieve even a modest measure of success and comfort for themselves and their families. </p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);"><br /></p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">We may never know what someone else has gone through, but victimizing and revictimizing people, even as they receive some measure of comfort from the first victimization, is spiritually excruciating, and not only repeats the offense, but mocks the idea that even some small comfort to help the person victimized should be free from those who prey upon the grieving, the damaged, the injured, the afflicted, and the anguished in what can only be described as a deeply savage attitude towards grief and loss. </p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);"><br /></p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">Revictimizing people is simply soul destroying, and justifying further exploitation of those already damaged can only be characterized as a breach of trust in everything that is decent and good about Men, when they attempt to offer at least a semblance of compassion and comfort after loss. This is particularly terrible when it occurs towards the aging, the widowed, the injured, and children in society, and indicates a deep sickness towards the helpless and in need of support and safety in a decent and civil society. This avarice, lack of caring and concern, and disdain for those perceived to be "weaker and open to be exploited" speaks volumes about a perverted, decaying, and immoral society, and its effects upon the moral character of its members. </p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);"><br /></p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">Hitler's government used jealousy of the goods and perceived prosperity of the industrious Jewish population to fuel rage, theft, destruction and confiscation of their goods, property, and very lives, instead of correcting the government's incompetence in providing programs, services, and incentives to promote industriousness, growth, and prosperity in society, choosing instead to direct their dissatisfaction, rage and anger at government incompetence and unconcern with the plight of the people at a targeted group of people whose work ethic, prosperity, and opportunity provided a convenient diversionary target.)</p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);"><br /></p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">After some quiet thought....how many of you have actually learned the TEN COMMANDMENTS for the very first time, understood the challenge and impact of them on your own lives, and with that understanding, how a personal decision to incorporate them in one's own life changes it, instantly, along with the lives of those around you? </p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);"><br /></p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">Who reading this has wished joy for another person, celebrated another's accomplishment, wished unrestrained joy to another human being, and felt joy at another's happiness, totally apart from any effect or gain to one's own life, other than this sense of happiness? Can you remember what that felt like, and how it awakened hope in you for a better world, and a better way of life for all?</p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);"><br /></p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);">How many clearly understand the impact, helplessness, and frustration which is exploited by terrorists, in order to do further damage to the people they say they represent - while killing them, instead of "representing and giving determined voice" to them? It is terrible enough to be betrayed, but to betrayed by one's Savior is to be crucified without Hope, eternally. Terrorism is truly Satanic darkness, realized.</p><p style="--artdeco-reset-typography_getfontsize: 1.6rem; --artdeco-reset-typography_getlineheight: 1.5; border: var(--artdeco-reset-base-border-zero); box-sizing: inherit; color: var(--color-text); counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; font-size: inherit; font-weight: var(--artdeco-reset-typography-font-weight-normal); line-height: var(--artdeco-reset-typography_getLineHeight); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: var(--artdeco-reset-base-vertical-align-baseline);"><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); font-family: -apple-system, system-ui, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", "Fira Sans", Ubuntu, Oxygen, "Oxygen Sans", Cantarell, "Droid Sans", "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Lucida Grande", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; white-space-collapse: preserve;" /></p>Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-65783028340969551242023-02-07T05:21:00.003-05:002023-02-07T05:21:33.171-05:00Queen of Soil<p> The Queen of Soil</p><p><br /></p><p>I've not yet met The Queen of Soil, Peculiar that she is,</p><p>(I understand she had a mole, that had its own weird frizz.)</p><p>In layered terms, no one is sure, just where the orb sprang forth,</p><p>But "Sure as Hell", my neighbour says, he's "damned sure they're up North."</p><p><br /></p><p>Dawn M. Nevills</p>Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-59275518700071208182022-10-29T10:41:00.005-04:002022-10-29T10:41:54.089-04:00<p>Consumed as Foundation Written Awkwardly </p><p><br /></p><p>Whist wind, thou dost deceive.</p><p>Green shield groves smite the carte blanche sereptitude, servitude, slander, slavery.</p><p>Drop the tears of God into the parched and vapid, moaning in repressed cages, </p><p>Offered and offering solutions of finality, brutish and braying,</p><p>The leap and twirl glow in their eyes surgically removed </p><p>With precision and respect for demand, which </p><p>is a yawing chew of </p><p>Bones, </p><p>Unsatiable, like a </p><p>National Treasure of Death. </p>Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-11217916187285419822022-10-12T06:59:00.001-04:002022-10-12T06:59:24.310-04:00Cherry the face of 'Cherry Oh Baby' - Fashion World Thrilled<a href="https://www.thespoof.com/spoof-news/world/146220/cherry-the-face-of-cherry-oh-baby-fashion-world-thrilled">Cherry the face of 'Cherry Oh Baby' - Fashion World Thrilled</a>: Hockey icon, Don Cherry, reeling from the abrupt departure circumstances of his broken CBC relationship, has been approached by fashion houses Jean-Paul Gaulthier, Dior, Balenciaga and Missoni, to be the enforcing face of Europe's "Save the Children…Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-34546876435722542322022-10-12T06:56:00.001-04:002022-10-12T06:56:32.149-04:00Rainbow Christmas Crackers<a href="https://www.thespoof.com/spoof-news/science-technology/146222/rainbow-christmas-crackers">Rainbow Christmas Crackers</a>: Scientists in Mozambique were lauded recently for discovering - and studying - a rarely used "assault recovery" technique used by a little known tribe called "Waheen Mojab Indayka", or "I got stabbed in the face for Staring" people. Attendees at t…Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-43567385472318444282022-10-12T06:53:00.001-04:002022-10-12T06:53:58.764-04:00Giant Fly enters Presidential Race<a href="https://www.thespoof.com/spoof-news/us/150941/giant-fly-enters-presidential-race">Giant Fly enters Presidential Race</a>: In an astounding moment of bravery, representatives for last-minute voting statistics have reported a late entry into the presidential race, with the signing of The Giant Fly to the roster of eligible candidates. Through an insect interpreter, Th…Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-1016011524138034022022-10-12T06:52:00.000-04:002022-10-12T06:52:01.977-04:00Feelings, nothing more than Feelings: The Fashion World Documents Great Names, and How they Made Us Feel.<a href="https://www.thespoof.com/spoof-news/features/146329/feelings-nothing-more-than-feelings-the-fashion-world-documents-great-names-and-how-they-made-us-feel">Feelings, nothing more than Feelings: The Fashion World Documents Great Names, and How they Made Us Feel.</a>: Nebraska, site of fashion's newest Festival, "Burning Cloth and Burning Rolling Papers", is hosting what some are calling a momentous event in Fashion. "El Gazorb", a little-known but highly-revered designer in crop circle fashion groups - so nam…Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-56221239494792962042022-10-12T06:49:00.001-04:002022-10-12T06:49:12.270-04:00GreenPeace decries Barnacling Support<a href="https://www.thespoof.com/spoof-news/world/145552/greenpeace-decries-barnacling-support">GreenPeace decries Barnacling Support</a>: Greenpeace officials are mourning the loss of several ardent but exhausted environmentalists today, whose efforts to protect a ship at sea engaged in protective manoeuvres met with tragedy, after pirates boarded them. "We think they were….scrape…Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-52110511291540530182022-10-12T06:48:00.001-04:002022-10-12T06:48:46.646-04:00Canadian "CanaHand" Provokes Parliamentary Funding Furore<a href="https://www.thespoof.com/spoof-news/world/145551/canadian-canahand-provokes-parliamentary-funding-furore">Canadian "CanaHand" Provokes Parliamentary Funding Furore</a>: Things are calmer in the Canadian parliament today, after fisticuffs erupted between the Conservative hopeful, Andrew Scheerer, and former Governor General Adrian Clarkson, who strode into the Cabinet in full martial arts gear, accompanied by Marge D…Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-79365066587919083982022-10-12T06:47:00.003-04:002022-10-12T06:47:51.723-04:00Amazon.com to Rebuild Rainforest<a href="https://www.thespoof.com/spoof-news/world/145919/amazon-com-to-rebuild-rainforest">Amazon.com to Rebuild Rainforest</a>: In a surprise announcement to the United Nations, CEO and Chairman of Amazon.com Jeff Bezos announced that Amazon intends to rebuild the Amazon. "We met with a tribal group of strong beautiful women who looked like trees, and we're now convinced…Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-37421465559848336472022-10-12T06:47:00.001-04:002022-10-12T06:47:14.964-04:00TESLA introduces new Child Safety Features<a href="https://www.thespoof.com/spoof-news/world/145662/tesla-introduces-new-child-safety-features">TESLA introduces new Child Safety Features</a>: Inspired entrepreneur and caring parent Elon Musk, flanked by smiling board members, unveiled the new "Tesla Tussle Egg", designed to instantly spray out and surround children in a space-age, see-through foam which protects both car interior, and chi…Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-47904561429702563762022-09-08T18:49:00.004-04:002022-09-08T18:49:35.146-04:00A Queen Ascends<p> Duty and service to the least among us, and God commandeth a Leader: thus, a Monarch is realized, with Love and Filial Service, unquestioned. </p>Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-87854605178880500492021-05-17T02:29:00.001-04:002021-05-17T02:29:30.762-04:00Random equations. Dawn M. Nevills<p> Surely, think I, this insidious, creeping malady cannot make us turn on ourselves, reawaken old hatreds, ignite old fears, stoke mistrusts, feed blind greed....salve nothing but disregard in moments still so possible with potential.</p><p>Surely, think I, this being called Man, this shell, this thing that is me, too - with all of these tools - cannot forget the Breath on Clay that made him Whirlwind, realized: miraculous Accident of the Ages, exploded and knit together, over millenia, like molded rocks, shocked back to life, and fulcrum wiser. </p><p>Surety: the thing of children, comforted. The Mirror of the Ages, held. Time, still, for Patience, achieved.</p><p>Agony, that it has taken so many patients. The Lesson learned, again.</p>Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-21027377070153929202021-04-29T17:32:00.064-04:002022-09-21T17:20:18.249-04:00Times, they are a changin'.<p> Much has been made lately about a little congregation - quite a good, wonderful sized one, actually - and its leadership, of late, in the midst of pandemic, frustration, loneliness, anxiousness, and a desire for the Comforter and comaraderie of believers which the Church of God says it is, understands, and with whom it wants to communicate. </p><p>Being "in this world, but not of it", the community of believers within the larger community has sought, and still seeks, with earnestness and intent, to remind the greater world of the strength, mission, and purpose of the Christian mind. But, as Wordsworth reminds us, though we listen to the "still small voice" that many believe is the holiness of existence, which is of God, and therefore runs through all living things, it is important not to lose sight of the struggle for survival in which we are - like it or not - thrown together. This is not a war anyone chose, or wants to be involved in ending....and yet, we are in the midst of it. The combatants are human beings, and a virus. The virus, whether consciously recognizing that it wants to win or not, is seeking ways in which it will triumph, and survive, in a very real, physical sense, based on methodical circumvention of all protections - including misinterpreted spiritual assurance. With that victory, will come our demise. We do not, at this point, fully understand either its source, nor its capability. With this doubt, I invite the conjecture that if it only operates within the guise of the physical world, then its existence is simply realized appetite and a search for dominance and survival in order to achieve just that. The Christian mind will immediately realize the innate imbalance in this type of will, and its impetus. Others, perhaps, will not. The virus will actually use us, to a certain extent, as host, to achieve this end. We cannot invite it in, to do so. We must remember our lives have value beyond the surface; that our concern and care, beyond the moment, beyond politics, beyond our own understanding and perception, even, touches and connects with other human beings in the most chaotic of moments, and in the darkest times, and reminds them that despite all manner of failure, misperception, frustration and cruelty, a stayed hand, and a moment of fierce and perhaps unexpected, kindness, still changes the World. Compassion is a ripple that moves the composition and Desire of Human Beings, however errant, both Water and Carbon. One need not even acknowledge that this small housing can contain an undanted Spirit that bolsters men and comforts the lost, unapologetically, and that quietly teases us back to our best selves, when needed. </p><p>We must not be friendly, however, to this virus, nor underestimate its innate lack of respect for ALL things in an evolved existence.... including other beings. It is hoping we follow its example, rather than our normal impulses towards proximity, trust, and blindly ignoring the physical world housing our spirits: our bodies, because its premise and r'aison d'etre is unmitigated and unrestrained APPETITE. It view Death as Delectable. Currently, that is exactly what the parishioners and its leader are doing, too, sadly: forgetting that they do not live within a nucleus which does not affect, nor is affected by, anything or anyone else. Anger has replaced clarity. Outrage has replaced a sense of Clear and Present Danger. </p><p>I am of the mind that this will change, in an instant, with the enlightenment and the quieted mind that comes from a simple piece of cloth: like Moses, it can change the world - or spread smallpox and kill a nation. Breath, protected.</p><p>We must exhibit the learning that is not of ego, but is shrewd to its ways. And that all of us - even, and perhaps ESPECIALLY - an 85-year old woman with all of her faculties, quite capable of making both her own financial decisions, and the way in which she will honour God by saving her own life, suddenly, and with a slight jolt, shows others that theirs are still of value, too. The exasperated police officer, boxed in and fuming, thought so, too, and honoured her independence with a ticket. It should have been to a concert. Alas, it was not one he wanted to punch, either.</p><p>Let us hope this one does not lead, inexorably and gradually, as does all desensitization, to a gas chamber of insensitivity, and oblivion. </p><p> </p><p> </p>Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-91986604384531210192021-02-18T17:38:00.004-05:002021-02-18T17:38:59.701-05:00A mole moment - by Dawn M. Nevills<p> "The remake of Mole People Moments", she announced, dramatically to no one in particular. </p><p>..."or; what happens when someone is threatened with never seeing the sun again." She smiled to herself. </p><p>"Hello", she said, dryly. "You don't have to sneak in you know; if you were nicer to me I'd even make you a cup of tea. "</p><p>He looked a little sheepish, and rubbed his nose. Darn it. She heard him, every time. </p><p>"So; sad again, huh?"she said, to the page, not turning around. "Why are you trying to get my attention again? Last time you told someone you wished I was dead. That was not very nice, especially considering I prayed for you the last time you got accused of "willfully assisting a relative to engage in a travel plan not of their own making". Very awkward......and no, I'm not dead."</p><p>"Sorry;", he said, simply. </p><p>"So; if only you could be happy a little, then you wouldn't have to be such a control freak, right?" she leaned her head to one side, swivelling to look him full in the face. </p><p>"You're really such a good guy, Mo. I wish you had more friends. It's hard, though. You didn't really mean it when you said you wished I was dead, did you? " She narrowed her eyes. "No fibbing."</p><p>He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I was mad." </p><p>"Okay, so......you know if those you cared about were less spirited, you would regard them with far less affection....more like a pet, really. And yet.....we can't seem to get past this." </p><p>She patted him on the arm. </p><p>"It's very difficult to stay brave enough to tell you the truth. But I still am." She smile. He smiled, too.</p><p>"Perhaps, for just a moment, we will just be gentle, less sad, and .....at ease." He sighed. </p><p> </p><p> </p>Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-86059497911282748902021-01-25T00:16:00.006-05:002023-01-19T04:58:57.933-05:00Moving into 2021 - Renewal and Regrowth...or Regression: CHOOSE<p> In the midst of what can only be described as what Dickens imagined as "the worst of times" - at least for the masses - and with a curt nod to all the chaos that COVID has wrought, it is with a cautious, but not diminished, sense of the possible in 2021, that I explore the following: </p><p>Are Friends Electric? </p><p>In what can only be described as the palpable and clear embrace of sustainable auto technology in action, and after long and excruciating efforts by the Tesla team to become what is a modern day "possible" story - and a very real "industry kick" to other automakers whose sluggish response repeatedly dragged in response to repeated and ardent calls for the evolution of the industry - the tradition of both Henry Ford, and Lee Iacocca's Chrysler, along with many other current hybrid and all-electric pioneers, have blossomed, with Tesla's fierce determination to wean the world off of fossil fuels. </p><p> HOWEVER...this need not mean the end of the COMBUSTION ENGINE in everyday vehicles, as we know them. They could, in fact, EVOLVE within the greater confines, and on a surprisingly economical basis, of a nation whose fulcrum and sustaining force has been - you guessed it - AGRICULTURE. So, for those who have worried that combustion technology is dying, I posit the idea that it has simply required the embrace of a green approach. </p><p>Frankly, it irks me that I had this discussion, while teaching as an Associate Professor in the local community college in the early 90's. At the time, I discussed clear and simple developments which were, at that time, neither attractive nor fashionable beyond the greed of the day, and despite my personal encouragement, investment in, and involvement in, both recycling and renewing efforts at that time, many of the hopefilled and hopeful funds directed towards recycling programs and green energy considerations were abandoned after only two or three years, at best - both across the border, and in Canada - within an industry that refused to understand that cyclical industry requires all manner of inception and demise considerations. Thus, programs which were begun to recycle plastics, and who benefited from the direction of funds towards these efforts, were both poorly directed, and abandoned, after what appeared to be a facile response to a deep and worrisome issue of desecration and the need for a selfsustaining industry which met with marketing, instead of moratorium and research. Articles by the Sierra Club will attest to the fact that plastics that were supposed to be recycled and part of efforts to conduct both research and palpable technologies in support of this - and despite the feel good and earnest efforts of the man and woman on the street to truly adopt the idea of blue box life, and the separation of recyclables - were in actuality dumped and buried in landfill sites, both clandestinely and in direct opposition to the supposed marketing efforts that were, simply, all ad and no grad. It was, as we are wont to hear, a TOKEN effort at seeming development by an industry that had both the opportunity, and the funds, to truly get into and research alternate fuels, recyclable plastics, and a serious approach to both. I will give you several simple, reasonable, and politically concerning examples:</p><p>1. Someone needs to explain to me how a man with a fish and chips truck could convert his vehicle into one that ran on REUSED vegetable oil - without any major change in either engine components, or output filters - beyond the very basics. Sure, it smelled like fries wherever he went....but who does not like McDonalds fries....and what is wrong with a smell of appetite and reward, instead of death and pollution. In response to an Alberta whining and worried, about the shutdown of pipeline, I say this to you: the Wide open Western prairies await you, with clean, sustainable oil that can run in existing combustion engines, and sustain both the technology itself - with little change beyond the finite, and necessary, workings - made from corn, vegetables, and other natural sources, which neither disturb the Continental Shelf, destroy the Canadian Shield, or wreak destruction by means of continued oil drilling and an insistence upon the devastation caused by fossil fuels, along with the destruction of the human species, as we poison our water supply with every oil drilling accident, across the gulfs, in the Arctic, and in every ocean bed which has suffered the undeveloped drilling technology which still cannot adequately cap the unleashed fury of a fossil fuel bed, released. YOU COULD BE THE CATALYST FOR THE GREENING OF A NATION BY ABANDONING THE BURIED, AND, instead, GROWING THE FUTURE: all this with minor changes in the combustion engine, as it exists. This is unconscionable, and after the US bailout of the BIG 3.....absolutely unacceptable. THE ANSWER IS CLEAN UP, NOW. IMMEDIATELY. TRANSITION IS POSSIBLE, INDUSTRY IS SAVABLE, AND SO IS THE ROAR OF A GLINT-FILLED SET OF EYES, AND THE PURR OF AN ENGINE, THAT RUNS ON THE SPARK AND GUTS OF THEIR CREATORS:HUMAN BEINGS. All without destroying the very possibility of sustainable life, as water disappears, along with natural habitats and species - including us. </p><p>2.WHILE you are developing this CLEAN OIL from GREEN GROWTH, in order to run the engines that you have already developed, (having failed on many occasions to move beyond it, and consider hybrid, until the fossil resources either ran out, or you were FORCED to do so, by a changing world), you can start digging up some of the plastic which you have buried - instead of recycling - in landfills which now must be CLEANED, and sifted free of plastics, in order to allow for biodegradable processes which will NEVER break down the plastics which are a very real danger to the water table resources which sustain us all. And we must do this TOGETHER, WITHOUT BLAME. In a regressive mentality which has seen the degradation of nations and the repression of man by man, in the fight for oil, we must transition, and transition now. Entire deserts await greening by ocean-fed saline plants which will sustain people, create jobs, and offer renewal and sustaining industry which embraces life - not death - as its guiding light. There is no more excuse. Even the tanks which now hold fossil fuels can hold the green oil which they will replace, with existing infrasture that becomes, not polluting, but sustaining, as an industry. </p><p>3. Plastic production, as an industry, must immediately examine, and implement, a cyclical approach to its own output - along with the computer industry, and other industries that need to understand that product-to-demise, self sustaining approaches to their own industries ensure their longevity, not their demise, for job opportunities for future generations. Thus, cycles of industrial production must begin to earnestly embrace recycling, revamping, refurbishing, and reintegrating materials used in production from both obsolete products, and product lines, and technological efforts which must also include hefty investments in sustainable hydro development that does not displace peoples with hydro dam construction, put increasing strain on existing grid structures designed to serve the population of a 1947 grid capacity, and, as offshoots, create more jobs in hydro-producing areas like wind techology, solar technology, and POTATO BATTERY mentality which recognizes that the truly great industry is the one with total control over its output, its waste, its outdated materials, and the use of old models to build new ones. Indeed, in sharing of technology with bereft nations, a very real beginning to its use and part of everyday life will make better lives for ALL, even with the very basics at their fingertips: kind of like giving your baby clothes to your sister, your cousins, your neighbours.....and when they become unwearable, MAKING OTHER THINGS OUT OF THEM: beautiful, woven rugs (which will also renew and restore a tradition of handicrafts worldwide abandoned to the detriment of a generation that has no clue what a rag rug, or a corking implement with which to make them out of strips of old shirts and carefully cut lines of recycled cloth which morph into unimaginable beauty, in concept, design, and implementation, is - much like the pert little green oil dune buggy of tomorrow, the snowmobile powered by solar powered greenhouse production in the Arctic made from plastic bricks, and able to withstand and support the rigours of an icy North, and the breathable, healthy clothes which do not create skin conditions, are not made from plastic, and which should be insulating us for space, not a night on the town. Ask any dermatologist. Many of the allergies now experienced by human beings are the direct result of exposure to, proximity to, or consumption of, biproducts of the plastics offshoot industry of the energy sector. We need to use these helpful, unique things PROPERLY. We need to make skis that run on sunpower for the disabled and the elderly!</p><p>consider, if you will, just a few:</p><p>- BRICKS made from recycled plastic containers, which either interlock (read LEGO) with adhesives made from the SAME RECYCLED MATERIALS, and laid down with adhesive by the same skilled artisanship with which brick masons of old built much less sustainable structures, which have lasted for many years, but which have much less potential to maintain a clean exterior, a very real insulation capability, and a strength tailor made for hydroponics, animal shelter, safe grain and produce storage, backyard sheds, garages, and outbuildings for farm operations, and other efforts - including portable or simple housing which is cleanly, brightly painted (with PAINT MADE FROM RECYCLED PLASTIC) which could provide public housing for the poor, and an end to squalid barrios. All this, by cleaning up a shitload of plastic currently polluting our ecosystem. </p><p>- PAINT (acrylic, providing both a protective and sturdy shield of its own) which could brighten BOTH electric and green oil vehicles.....made from recycled plastic, and providing a tough, resilient, finish that is both practical, and attractive. We will LITERALLY have a morphing vehicle, made beautiful by what we screwed up on:our misapplication and ridiculous lack of foresight in disposing of, plastics. </p><p>-INSULATION MADE FROM, AND IN COMBINATON WITH, EXISTING FIBREGLASS. Not only does it provide for better properties for existing insulation, by providing....you guessed it....a TIGHT SEAL for insulation, instead of a sopping mess of spun glass with the first crack in what should be, but isnèt yet, a solar roof, but we can actually CREATE ANOTHER INDUSTRY TO BOLSTER THE FAILING AND SHORTSIGHTED OIL AND GAS INDUSTRY BY CLEANING UP ITS FLUNG PLASTIC, providing it with NEEDED INCOME WITH WHICH TO CONTINUE efforts to make the plastics production process totally sustainable, and less dependent upon dangerous chemicals and caustic breakdown solutions, in order to recreate using reclaimed materials from abandoned products. Although these are both helpful and a good start, the pellets and shard breaking down of existing polymers which still require chemical addition and caustic blending in order to morph recycled products into reused plastics.....simply need to be made into other things, to begin with, in order for us to clean up this terrible mess: lamps, windmill leaves constructed by recycled plastic squares and pieced together by strong bond adhesives made from the same, recycled things to create and be a part of alternative energy sources......all while the actual production of plastics is rethought, reworked.....and made less damaging. From start to finish, we must be able to make use of these products by a TRUE recycling mentality which BEGINS with the industry itself. Need a windmill....build it from recycled plastic. Build a garden shed out of it. Those helpful hampers which hold our clothes can become packing pellets - reused themselves, and made into patio stones with the addition of adhesives that can be hosed off and made into placeable paths which show our skill and creativity - not our stupidity - through the gardens of tomorrow, as we forge pathways ahead for the next generation. THESE are the kinds of efforts this money should embrace......it is time the INDUSTRY itself, took seriously its POTENTIAL FOR RECOVERY, by CLEANING UP ITS MESS. Create some useful things, and put the money into the research needed for evolved production which does NOT POLLUTE. NO MORE EXCUSES.....ONLY OPPORTUNITY AND HOPE FOR THE GENERATIONS OF TOMORROW. </p><p>I have many thoughts, including the idea that we can actually begin this NOW, with both existing vehicles produced, and the current production lines working on combustion engine vehicles, because it is still a viable technology - we have just been looking in the wrong place for its fuel. We need to consider life - not death - when we look to tomorrow. </p><p>And although these developments and a renewed mentality may well take us to the stars, with the required humility to move into the universe, chastened, at the tipping point of chaos and end with which we have ALL been more respectful of each other, our lives, and our need to love one another with a renewed sense of Gods gift of humanity in His own image, COVID has forced us to consider our death with the gravity it deserves, and the ideal of a purposeful, loving life which is the essence of the Spirit, the force, and the sensibility of good and potential which is of the Almighty, and runs, unchecked and hopeful, through a mighty and beautifully crafted universe. </p><p>May I have the courage to continue to share my hopes and thoughts and ideas; may we all not succumb to failure - but to perhaps tenuous and ensuing steps towards its opposite, and victory, which are necessary for progress, and may be encouraged by the examples we have in this life, and in this generation, of both, in human beings who have lost faith in neither potential, nor the bravery to love, as we have been instructed: fiercely, and without fear. </p>Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-76985509817655801852020-12-21T06:09:00.000-05:002020-12-21T06:09:25.014-05:00Attention: this is a spoof ad, and not real. <p> "leaked memo.".....</p><p>...officials are clamouring after a leaked advertisement in which two company ads appeared to </p><p>accidentally have been combined by an ad executive who wrote them after attending an office Christmas party. </p><p>"Austin: Gateway to Mars. And no, it's not boring."</p>Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-48603490529155568112020-12-10T03:49:00.003-05:002020-12-10T05:31:24.874-05:00Jumpstart back to a World of Thinking by Dawn M. Nevills<p> Two important, stupendous and inspiring things happened to me today: the Starship SN8 took flight, and I read a memo from work. </p><p>Both were positive, duty-demanding, shyness-overcoming events in my life. Both demanded that I momentarily find, in a constantly demanding schedule, that I insist on making room for the world of creative thought. At long last, and with a sense of somewhat frustrated - but clandestinely excited -anticipation, I have succumbed to this urge. And with a clear understanding of the innate and unique sense of being hemmed in that could only come from the reality of living in the age of Covid-19 and E-bola, I have begun to understand that, like Stephen Hawking, we must reawaken, and jumpstart, our capacity to think, envision, dream, and tap into creative thought potential beyond whatever box we are in: even if we have begun to believe that it is the wrong body, the wrong life, the wrong sex, the wrong colour, the wrong start in life, the wrong marriage, the wrong decisions, and the wrong impositions of the wrong sort of duty, on one's life. We must be brave enough to, like the song says, "overcome". In doing so, not only will we begin to love ourselves, just the way we are - and as I think we were intended to be - enough to both accept, and make changes, in our our own lives, but to create and engender in others, the concept of the idea of "different" so that we may develop an understanding that comes with it, and understand that "desire" is different from "continuance", and that "appetite" should not be the only thing in our lives. If I have learned anything from the immediacy and urgency of Covid-19, it is that fear must not extend to the innate creative impulse that is within man's capabilities, and which is part of the holiness of the complex, intricate, and sacred physical reality that is the human condition, bound by corporeal shell. Our prejudices are somewhat exasperatingly related to the "shell in which we find ourselves", as well, and need to be more fully understood within that context. No doubt Christ felt the same, going about, using Druidic-like knowledge from the Heavens, healing people, pointing out hypocrisies in government and infrastructure, and appearing to be a threat to those who enjoyed not only their power over, but their cruelty towards others, as an imposed part of that power, in order to KEEP it, as well as a tacit recognition of the shortcomings in the human condition in a much-advanced, clearly light years ahead, maturity and wisdom, with respect to existing human relations. His parting comment? "Forgive them, Father: they know not what they do." Indeed, we did not...but that is not an excuse - far, far from it, for those with a sudden, epiphany-like understanding of the word "visitation", but perhaps only an indicator of the extent of the patience of a loving Creator. Small wonder, then, that there are forces who simply wish to consider one plane of existence. They, like us, will stay earthbound both corporeally and intellectually. But....we happen to be both. And I take very seriously the gentle command of Gabriel to "fear not: I bring you tidings of Great Joy - for you, and all MAN KIND." Even the recognition of our species was of Great Comfort. It still is. He saved us, simply, and with direction, before we eradicated ourselves and each other. And His directions live on. So do we: a miracle, really. </p><p>Much has been said, of late, about the fear of, the responsibility for, and the duty to, communicate. It can be said that although our ability to do so at lightening speed has shown our propensity towards, and capability to do, just that, our responsibility to carefully craft and seriously consider exactly WHAT we communicate, has simaltaneously both dissipated and devolved into a kind of lazy, collective grunt. When we leave four spaces in a response field, you can't really say much. You can only provide a link to a more extended document. Which brings me to this.....</p><p>Our own foray into our own dexterity with language has been directly curtailed by the very concept that it is not IDEAS that we wish to share, convey, and discuss, but, rather, a "cause and effect" scenario which translates into an inability to either formulate, anticipate, or stretch out, past the boundaries and current human confines of infrastructure, ethics, and ability, into the vast universe in which we live.</p><p> It is no small wonder, then, that our foray into technological innovation has faced the same ridiculous stumbling blocks. On the one hand, we have a whole world of technological responsibility - in these moments, for our very continued existence, as well as our simaltaneously self-stunted insistence on our own boxed selves, and yet NOTHING - including a Biblical surety that not only did God frame the universe, but actually moved bodies in the Heavens - that should implant in someone's mind that we should not be stepping lightly and with joy into another part of it, with a clear sense of responsibility, a lack of fear, and a deep sense of responsibility for our fellow human beings. The last two have become a volleyball game of "translation retardation" that groans for a reinstilled sense of the ethics many have abandoned in a free-for-all approach to technology which has come far short of what we are truly capable of developing, even from a communications standpoint, and a marked absence of God. This last is simply and logistically arrogant, and also, as it happens, just historically not true. Our own records give us proof of this, insofar as our ability to document both visitation and intervention permitted, at the time, in the days before both rock and roll and cellphones. As Van Morrison's song says...."previous, previous". They - He...maybe even THEM, if you really, really think about the idea of angels and the struggle to make human beings understand the seed of ourselves, and our own ignorance, as a result of both evolution and Darwinism not separated from the idea of The Creation - simply did not have a wireless, or a CD, or a disc saving way to get through to us...except maybe PLATES we just did not understand, at the time, and which were not the kind you eat off of.... So God sent Christ. And, finally, and somewhat ashamedly, I recognize, with a renewed sense of humility, as a "MISSIONARY." ie. "with a mission, on a mission....with purpose and a sense of responsibility." Luckily, it was not one He - Christ - considered impossible - only one which He knew might well result in his corporeal Death. And He did it, anyway. Lucky for us! "Sent from the heavens - literally, from "Heaven" - to save us from our ignorance. Close call, there. Dawkins, my dear, it's all there on the page, for you and your ego to consider anew. Read it again, with creativity borne of 2020, and Covid fresh in your mind. And stop being limited by your lack of higher Chemistry. Perhaps you and the gentle Cambridge Don of the Theology Department have something to talk about, after all. You might think, again, of his concept of The Real.....with a renewed sense of how it is we perceive it, and what it takes to believe in it. </p><p>What we have lacked, thus far, and continue to lack, for complicated political, social, and selfish reasons is: a real sense of willingness to encourage, an absence of jealousy for the gifted among us, and a stubborn insistence upon believing in our lack of potential, for the convenience of other human beings who count on our continued timidity, in order to further their own interests, without that accompanying ideaology which says that when one person succeeds with heart, and a God-given sense of both moral certitude, continued guidance, humility, a willingness to learn, and a lack of fear, many, many others' lives are made better. Ethics must keep pace with technological advancement. </p><p>This is always, when all is said and done, the rebuttal and intelligent argument for material success: to whom much is given, much is expected. It does not say that the be-all and end- all of material success is more of the same, to the gluttony, boredom and emptiness of those whose lives are about nothing else....but, rather, that success begets other success, and that with the first, can come the second. When there is NO success because of an absence of both ethics and impetus, we all suffer. Like it or not, this is a very real, and very realized, truth. Ignorance might be bliss, but one personal idea of bliss might be very different from another, and the imposed stagnation of any nation simply results in its collective demise, whether that demise is the forced necessity to turn into an intellectual vegetable, or your actual, bodily death. That means ALL. Believing in imposed stagnation, regardless of political perspective, is the stuff of despot's dreams, and creates the kind of automaton, Ayn Randish psychological, intellectual and artistically creative death that is far worse than any momentary - or even permanent - physical disability and the lack of ability to believe, once again, in not only your own potential - but also that of others. Every political argument in the world will result in the same conclusion. Simply put, what the world needs now, is LOVE sweet LOVE...and applied trying. Recognizing innate imperfect, the striving part is a joy, not a burden. </p><p>Quite frankly, although an excellent and comforting piece of music by that most excellent of composers, Burt Bacharach, the PERCEIVED sentimentality and sense of trivial disdain with which we have, of late been schooled to regard such things as "God" and "Love", should not be confused or mistaken for a trite shortcoming in the human condition, or important lifestyle developments of human beings, in its absence, or an oversight about the "silliness" of it as a thought process, when we make decisions which affect others, accordingly. Indeed, the concept of "parable" and "allegory" exist as approaches because, most probably - and this is simply my own opinion, of course - there was no song invented which might appeal to all at a moment, regardless of brain power, or a lack of ability to adequately express, pass on, or share, a given perspective in a collective moment, regardless of intellecutal acuity, financial status, race, creed, colour, or nationality. Great music, not surprisingly, reaches across every imposed bridge of an absence of knowledge in expression and anxiousness, joy and sorrow, grief and joy, superceding all of these things with a shock and a truth made real by Man. </p><p>This brings to mind the movie "Alien Mine", where the adopted human father, having been carefully tutored by the Visitor, and entrusted with the care of its child, stands and gives account of the relationship and the lineage of that child to its found elders, in what can only be suggested is a "judge both the quick (those quickened by physical life) and the dead" moment of meeting between two heretofore alien worlds. There is a duty, a privilege, and a sacred moment in which to "stand and deliver". The lineage, and the relationship, and the years, are sung with a deeply tribal love, a sense of the sacred, and a genuine sense of preservation for the sacredness of a species other than that of the human character adopted to do just that, within the very great and honourable sense of having been entrusted with another's child. It is one which was lacking in the time of Christ, and which Christians argue was the Reason He was sent to us. </p><p>It is one we need to address, now, towards each other, with a sense of immediacy that must supercede our inability to mature enough to include it in our outlook. It is also, I would add, why evil wants you to think that the creative impetus is not God-given, and wants you to do other stuff with it. It, like Covid, wants your end. And I'm not talking simply the end of a physical existence. It could be argued that those whose lives have begun, even remotely, to understand the limitations of shell and the possibility of inclusion and time limits on a corporeal time frame in which to accomplish things, understand that what is unique about conscienceness - and consciousness - is the humility of understanding, at last, with the idea that the possibility of higher plane thought IS what MOVES that shell to action, and the symbiosis of those two things, form and thought as the fabric of the human condition, and the joy and gift of a life guided by something beyond the reality of basic needs for the continued sustenance OF our shells, is the ultimate combination of physical being and otherworldly impetus. What COVID 19 is teaching us, is that those limits should make us value it - if not again, than perhaps in a very new way, as limits are placed on what we have taken for granted, and "new norms", force us to visually - in a very real, and tangible way with the use of masks - to consider the lives of other people. This is not politically motivated: in a larger sense, it means we just have to come up with workarounds, if we want to continue with the idea of economies, livelihoods, and the intellectual challenges which make us mature, like it or not, as a species. If we succumb to stasis, then it will very well possibly be, to death. And I, for one, am not ready to just lie down and die, after so many human beings gave their lives to protect the lineage of the human condition so that I might get my time, during moments of collective stupidity and devolvement in history. Their overcoming of Man and his stasis moments will not be wasted efforts, in my life. </p><p>"Complacency" is not a word bandied about lightly by an impatient man accusing others of laziness and the guilt of an unrealized life, even when this actually happens.</p><p> It is also a reminder that we cannot become so buffeted, so fatigued, and so beaten down that we cannot be uplifted, in a moment - in a shared instant of effort, realized, and the renewed sense of possibility of the human species as it responds to not only Covid, but the capacity which Love and Life both demand of us - back into a state of mind which suggests that Hope still does not need our own input, in order to be more fully realized. Indeed, to not be so jaded and resigned as to give in to the convenient, or imposed perception of self which suggests that one effort, one unshared thought or approach, or one unrealized potential cannot make a gentle, however miniscule, difference in the life of Man. Insofar as two-pronged effort goes, hopelessness might well suggest that a healing approach to that Garden in which we were placed is not worth saving - and neither are we - but we know better, if we have paid attention with any kind of humility to the sacred, the gifted, and the spiritually-tasked human beings in many faith traditions in our own history, and most especially, to the Son of God. To stop ignoring our Garden, and to understand that, in being placed here after having fallen, we need to both understand our duty to preserve that garden, and, too, to recognize that part of the challenge of redemption is maturing towards a deep understanding of the state which caused our removal from it, and, too from those who would, it is argued, return again, one day, to not only view our remorse and our progress, but to reaffirm that we are worthy beyond our fall from Grace, and of corporeal, and spiritual, continuance. Perhaps we will be able to reach out to meet them, chastened and hopeful, literally, intellectually, and spiritually, across the vast reaches of Time, and Space and Hope and Love, as we look forward, eagerly, to journeying beyond that Garden, in order to do just that. </p>Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-25783314366116802942020-10-19T05:33:00.001-04:002020-10-19T05:33:23.967-04:00whirl away world<p> whirl away, world</p><p>between the plates the air will sigh and furl</p><p>the tears will tickle soft between the stones</p><p>and man will pause to </p><p>listen and</p><p>consider them again</p><p>humbly</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>dawn m. nevills </p>Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-41440379193757664262020-10-06T22:29:00.003-04:002020-10-06T22:29:21.532-04:00You are IMPORTANT! - a 3 STEP COVID-19 DANCE mOVE.<p> Please: the greatest gift you can give to those you hope to assist, represent, care for, listen to, understand,</p><p>debate with, support, comfort and encourage....is to make sure you are here to do so. </p><p>1. When in close quarters, or when arms' length - and more - is simply not possible...WEAR A MASK.</p><p>These are not "just like always" days. This virus WANTS you to die...that is its purpose, goal and agenda.</p><p>2. STEP BACK, NOT FORWARD. This is against the normal grain, comaraderie, earnestness, and tradition of the average North American, and is a very difficult shift in behaviour. Lives depend upon you learning to express affection, concern, bewilderment and support in other ways: try a little humour when you try these new means of expression. The bow, the wink, the invisible fist punch, the Airforce thumb, and the two-handed heart - as well as the gentle pat against your own heart - can convey, with practice, the feelings we wish we could express in the same old ways as we always have. The step back will be a step back into cautiousness, and your own, and others', protection. Let's all learn a new dance step - followed by a smile, or a thumbs up, or any of the above. You could even add a little two-step, just for a humourous "step ahead" of a virus intent on killing you. </p><p>3. Lead with genuineness, but in the knowledge that no one is invulnerable, and your presence is NEEDED, in the fight. You deserve your own concern - and so do others. This restraint is all about LIFE, not a contest between HE - MEN. No one wins if you are dead. PLEASE....STAY AND HELP!</p>Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-39633890879737223362020-09-21T02:35:00.002-04:002020-09-21T02:35:31.337-04:00Just Be<p> If there is love and light, then letting it shine is To Be.</p><p>If we are to be, then being is always Something, even if we think we are Nothing.</p><p>From Nothing came Let There be Light.....and there Was.</p><p>It was Spoken. It was Done. </p><p>We Be.</p><p>Nothing Can be Done because when we know Nothing, </p><p>There is always Something to be Learned.</p><p>Nothing sure is Something, ain't it?✌😇</p>Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-81571386183530830652020-08-14T05:57:00.006-04:002020-08-14T05:57:57.770-04:00Wished Upon<p> Trail on, streak of thought.</p><p>Wide is the gap upon which these threads of being surface,</p><p>Dappled, as they are, with quarks and quicks and manytimesagos;</p><p>Brilliant spasms of new molds sprinting like sprites</p><p>Across a vast mindfulness. </p><p>Trill, then, past ego whirls and caped and capping fury;</p><p>Beyond, where the vast and varied treeseeds sparkle,</p><p>Breathing my name. </p>Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-12601504669074786932020-07-24T13:29:00.001-04:002020-07-24T13:32:07.966-04:00Be a Global Parent with Unicef PEACE. I would have peace for my Friends.<br />
I would have Peace for their dark-eyed babies, their blue-eyed babies, their hazel-eyed babies,<br />
dreaming softly of a star-filled sky, far away from the wretched ground, beckoning;<br />
The reeking puddles; the squalor; the shrieking.<br />
I would have peace for the pang of hunger; the stab of thirst; the anguished heart, languishing and bereft, believing itself Forgotten.<br />
I would have Peace for the Angry woman hearts, whose Mother love knows no boundaries, no borders, no languages: only cries and whimpers, seen, heard and unfound.<br />
The quiet Father love prayers, that strengthen other Men, restrain anger and violence, renew fierce Friendship, and make a way where there seemed none amidst such seeming Power in the world, to make it so.<br />
They are Global Parent tears; Global Parent Hearts: they speak all languages, love all names for God, clasp each other's hands in shared Grief, and remembered Joy.<br />
I would have Peace for these Women, even now; I would have Peace for their injured, aching, saddened, strong-but-tired Men, their Lost or Living Lovers, their stolen Babies.<br />
I would have Peace for my own. I would have Peace for them all.<br />
Peace, after all...just a step away from Love.Dawn M. Nevillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01999708473286894264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559721135541026862.post-9991807612765395762020-07-02T02:58:00.003-04:002020-07-02T03:02:43.266-04:00Happy Canada Day 2020We wish our friends to the south, North, East and West, the continuing joy and Friendship that is the Canadian Spirit.... Covid, be damned.<br />
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And now....a word about "Nunavut.":<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><strong>The outbreak by the numbers</strong> (as of 9:00 a.m. Wednesday, May 27, 2020):</span></span></div>
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<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: dimgrey;"><strong>Globally:</strong> 5,615,689 cases | 2,307,901 recovered | 351,077 deceased</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><strong><span style="color: #5a5b5b;">Canada:</span></strong><span style="color: dimgrey;"> 86,647 cases | 45,339 recovered | 6,639 deceased</span><span style="color: #5a5b5b;"></span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #5a5b5b;"><strong>British Columbia:</strong> 2,541 cases | 2,122 recovered | 161 deceased</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #5a5b5b;"><strong>Alberta:</strong> 6,901 cases | 6,048 recovered | 139 deceased</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #5a5b5b;"><strong>Saskatchewan:</strong> 634 cases | 549 recovered | 8 deceased</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #5a5b5b;"><strong>Manitoba:</strong> 292 cases | 269 recovered | 7 deceased</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #5a5b5b;"><strong>Ontario:</strong> 26,191 cases | 19,958 recovered | 2,123 deceased</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #5a5b5b;"><strong>Quebec:</strong> 48,598 cases | 14,999 recovered | 4,139 deceased</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #5a5b5b;"><strong>New Brunswick:</strong> 122 cases | 120 recovered</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #5a5b5b;"><strong>Nova Scotia:</strong> 1,052 cases | 976 recovered | 59 deceased</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #5a5b5b;"><strong>Prince Edward Island: </strong>27 cases | 27 recovered</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #5a5b5b;"><strong>Newfoundland and Labrador: </strong>260 cases | 255 recovered | 3 deceased</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #5a5b5b;"><strong>Yukon:</strong> 11 cases | 11 recovered</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #5a5b5b;"><strong>Northwest Territories:</strong> 5 cases | 5 recovered</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #5a5b5b;"><strong>Nunavut: </strong>0 cases</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #5a5b5b;"><strong>Trenton </strong>(CFB quarantine): 13 cases</span></span></li>
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