Chesed

 I watched many videos on development of certain quality of heart and have decided that thing we symbolize as a heart is Khesed Hesed or Chesed however you want to call that thing from a song about divine nature, maybe love? Here are some lyrics I used to sing alot, " Why is it when I hear a baby cry my arms reach out in love I can't deny?" those lyrics were from a song written by Janice Kapp-Perry (sp?) titled "divine nature" it continues,"...cold it be, oh could it be a sign that deep within this soul of mine, I sense by some miraculous design, my nature is divine".

I think this story represents to true Christmas spirit, and I realized as I listened to another story where someone exhibited this "divine nature" that this was an example of Chesed:

My story starts in a very quiet and reverant room full of people, and a infant's mother has to step away for a second but the child does not understand this and decides to through a loud hissy fit, in other words the baby started crying loudly, so instantly, another woman jumps up and cradles the child and lulls it back into a state of contentment. I watched the whole commonplace seemin event with awe and respect. Then, later I asked the woman (who, not essential to this story so it was not included, was a black woman from Haiti) why she did this. I ofcourse thanked her for this wonderful example she was to me of what people ought to do for one another. i truly wanted to know the motivation for this behavior. she explained that it was nothing. Her exact words included, "I was just doing what anyone would." She explained that where she was raised caring for infants was not jus the mother's responsibility, but the duty of everyone in the villiage. This is likely where the phrase,"It takes a village to raise a child" comes from. I ws impressed. It was an impulse, I believe perhaps not recognized as such, but it was a fraction of her divine inheritance being exhibited by a reflexive action to help one another. This represents Chesed.

I have one more story. I cannot fail to tell one about my children. The first one is one I told his kindergarden class, it was about Joseph. His sister was and still is curious and mischevious.She liked to crawl  under dad's desk and play with and  pull on the wires/cords/cables. I was at my witts end trting to keep her away, then joseph did not say a word to me but, took the cushions off the couch and built a cute little fort that also served as a boudery to keep her away from the wires!

The second story impressed me so much yesterday. Joseph had gotten extremely upset again, and no one knew why, but he was about to "blow" then hus sister quickly said, " hang on, Joe." and ran away to her room. I needed a break because I was very very sick and tired of trying to appear well, but just then she reappeared with a toy and gave it to him and sat down ( we were all at the table ). I didn't even know what was going on, but instead of fighting the two started playing a logic game with this figit popper thing. It worked so good! It remided me of the time I climbed u nder Joseph's bed with him to get him to leave his room and go to church.

Blame game

 It is Hollywood's fault that there are so many divorces. I suppose the blame is on capitalism. Hollywood's merely is trying to win the most money, but as a result, people believe in a happy ending and a false representation of what love is and many incomes have been made trying to resolve the rift caused by supposing love as portrayed in fiction was a right of all who ever lived.

A man or woman falls in love a marries and then when their love is tried in anyway it crumbles and the person deserves the sort of fictional love because it will magically make their life full and happy, so the dump it all and start over... I think love does exist and it is intended that we find it in this life, but I think the universally accepted idea of infatuation or lost is not love, but another stumbling block, oh, time to get the kids ready......guess this actually did a good job waiting my time!

Beautiful mind

It is the typically human thing to see patterns and meanings where there is none, and as a result we have many folktales and constellations, and my favorite example of turning patterns into intentional communication could be the movies contact, National Treasure, or A beautiful Mind where people create a journey for themselves by messages they interpret. Lately, it was the movie Frozen II where the heroine enters the unknown to find that it was herself all along. Lately, I wondered who the genius was behind the messages I was getting when I realized there was no one. I was evading myself and chasing myself, it was splendid. I felt like a dog chasing it's tail!

For so long I absolutely loved the things that music said. And I noted even exact words from a FF 7 movie, before I realized that the songs were the same, but what they mean change with my perception, the allusions are coincidential...coincidental.... ohh, I'm too tired to make sense...songs say what I want to hear, no one could mean what I sense, that's preposterous. I know you are but, what am I? 😜 

New Mysteries every day

 I had not solved my previous mysteries, but was achieving greater peace with my ignorance when my mother presented another one of those unsolve cases, that no one knew needed to be solved. It is significant to me because either travel to the American continent was much more common or my Ancestor was not my ancestor. Either way it falls, I am still the same I was prior to her discovery, but she generally does not share hairbrained speculations, so I assume that she respects the found record, this record was for a Great Grandfather who had been recorded as having lived and died in the Netherlands (I have a unny story of two to say about that name). This man also has a record of having been baptised Christian in Brazil. Interesting, no? but, the prodding that prodded me here was a simple line from a saga. I was looking again for a good story to share about ancestors I KNEW were mine opposed to the ones the internet geneologists keep suggesting, anyow, I had been contemplating what life would havebeen like for a traveler/raider and I decided that the language must've been pretty much the same which other EXPERTS explained believably and though different now, at the time I was amazed that when a messenger came before this Dutch/Swedish/Nowegian dude the first thing he explained was that he was an Englishman. This becomes another lead pointing my discoveries of the day in that direction. one could tell they were a messenger, but otherwise their nationality was not obvious, and it seems redundant to say, when asked who I was, that I was an Englishman (if my language was not already a dead give away). blah, blah, blah.... J'ai du travalie