Some days it seems like the big picture is missing details that would make things more clear to all. The question becomes one of do we want to see them or should they just blend into the background so that they go unnoticed. I tend to like to see the details and thus I add the spice to life that brings them out.
Today I gave the tour of the creations I have made, those under way, and of the grounds that I have spent so much time, energy, and money manifesting. I admit this is not one of my high points in my faith in Humanity so the issues of the times come up in my tour, unlike Michelle who stays on track about the houses, their content, design, materials, and issues with toxic building in this day and age. With me, you also get the lectures on taking care of our Temple of the Soul, the body we have been gifted with to carry out our missions here on Earth. Some have it easy, some get it hard, full of challenges and stories that make their lives harder than others. I go into that more than some would like to hear, for to me, my houses are my seedlings through which I try to plant a new perspective on the world, our lives, and the future of the children here, and not yet born.
I cover exercise, meditation, eating healthy, and living in a toxin free house so that your body can reach its peak performance, thus your potential to succeed in your mission during this lifetime as well. If I am lucky I will strike a cord that ignites the passion in some who come for the tour so that they too might go out and help change the world into a better place. To get there I sometimes tread through the muddy water of what is really going on in the world. When 45% of our nation is on anti-depressants, something is wrong with the path we are on, and yet some choose not to listen, do not want to hear it, and will cringe at the words of truth when spoken before them, yet not desire to do anything to change the status quo. I find this to be most true of those who are living the high life, have all the goodies they could ask for, and really only came to see the pretty houses, like those who come to my sites only to see the pretty pictures. They get upset that I address these other details that are evidence that we need to change for sake of the generations to come, of those who will inherit this mess we have created in my generation.
With diamonds flashing, find cloths upon their temple, and all the best of things at home to go back to, they do not wish to even know about such things as the 38,000 people in the over 55 age group that commit suicide each year as they lose their homes, their identities, their health to toxic living, or their children under 26 years old to suicide at even higher rates than those over 55. I heard the comment today that that was depressing to listen to, and it is, no doubt, but it is the details often hidden when we paint over them with the same color of white paint that hid the details on the chapel. It is sad to see people who have it all not want to hear about, see, or confront the fact that they, more than most, could make the difference if they chose to for they have all the gifts needed to help make it happen. Sacrificing some of that would cost them comfort, luxury, or friends though if they got involved and helped change the state of affairs that the world is in. I hear that and must comment that my tour is not just about the pretty houses I create, but also about the waste, the devastation that consumerism causes, and the real price of the gold and diamonds that they wear and flaunt as if they are a better person for it.
I am not what most would call a normal person who tries to conform, worries about the opinion of others for the way I look, nor do I even try to give the impression I have made the millions that I have in my life, most of which has been spent on my cause, the Pure Salvage Living Renaissance. I could have had all of the luxuries, the nice cars, clothes, jewelry, big house, and much more if that is what I had wanted to do with my winnings from the 80-100 work weeks that I have endured for the last three and a half decades since I came to Texas with $640 in my pocket, living in a school bus. Instead I live in a very unique house, but without running water or electricity, walking barefoot and wearing second hand clothes from the Savers and Goodwill stores. I chose this life and love it for it frees me to be what I want to be inside, true to myself, unafraid of losing face in front of people who would call themselves friends if I did carry on like them. It does not bother me to not have a social life with parties including me, being part of a high society of people who have made millions and like to show it off, or even to miss out on the social interaction with famous people who have done nothing for society to gain their wealth. It is my choice and they have as much right as me to live that way so I do not hold it against them. I do however get a bit saddened sometime that I can not find a way to ignite the spark in them that will turn their heads a different way so that they can see the details, the elements in our world that are out of their view, on the front of the chapel sort of say, as that is the analogy I am using for this essay.
I look at the kids in the tour and know what I am saying will not give them the most optimistic view when they are through, but as I always say, there is nothing to fear in being awakened to the issues coming at us like a freight train, but instead, the opportunity to prepare for more than a life of going to college and getting out to find the ultimate job that will pay back the student debt in 10-15 years of 40-60 hour work weeks for some great big corporation that does not care what happens to them in the end. There are so many who have been shown the chapel in white, without the details, without the flaws apparent or even talked about so that they can build a better chapel in their life than I did on my first, second, or third round. Indeed, if I can tell them of all the pitfalls, of the hard knocks, and of the traps along the way, none of which is particularly funny, though I may try to speak of it in such a way as to get a laugh or smile. NO, I try to tell it like it is, in black and white, with the slivers, the cuts, the blood from hitting ones thumb with a hammer, and of the pain that comes on the way to success. That is the true view and it is wrong not to let the children know, for they are about to take on building a new world from the salvage of the one my generation has nearly destroyed. Otherwise, there will be no parts left to build with soon.
Today, great people came to listen to the tour. Kids much like my own son, looking for answers and not believing that there was a path that they could find through the storm, yet somehow wanting to find it in what I have to offer, an alternative to the Great American Dream that the lady in diamonds had clearly reaped and loved. I offered the drama of the real world and the solutions I felt we have to offer with this path. She did not need them, nor did she really want to hear them, just to come on the tour and see the pretty houses, take pictures of them, and go back home to likely chat about them with her friends and share how they might get a house or two for their ranches, get away places, and other non essential uses, unlike the kids and women who were there because this might be their only hope of ever having a home, albeit tiny, simple, and built from 95% salvage. Oddly, it saddened me today unlike most, for the group of kids were so great, the youngest in their teens and full of potential, smart, observant, and with parent that loved them and wanted the best for them. The girls that were here were wanting to make a home for themselves, even to build tiny houses as a career, something that the lady in diamonds would never consider, let alone condone for her children I imagine.
That said, I put this out there as a tale of two worlds, and how the story that will wake one up, like adding the black paint to bring the details to light on the chapel and allow others to see that there is more there than meets the eye. Seeing it just makes this life richer, even if it makes the flaws more apparent sometimes. My son likely was murdered over a cell phone and a guitar in Paris 4 years ago because someone thought that the things would make them happy and because they did not have them, taking them from an American White kid who probably had everything they did not in life was okay, much like the rich take their profits from corporations that only pay fines for killing people with their chemicals it takes to dig the gold up and refine it, or blood diamonds. This week, I brought up, 2 days before the EPA spilled all the poison from the Gold Mine into the river, a retired geologist wrote an article in the paper that predicted the EPA spilling all the poison into the rivers that will travel all the way down to Mexico. It brings in the Superfund money to pay for the opening of a gold mine again, instead of cleaning up the water first. Why??? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFVVK4bzXBc
How depressing to see such details show up from under the white paint. These are the things that the rich, powerful, and unaffected by the consequences of what will make them richer. Sadly, 60% of the population at 55 years old only has $25,000 in the bank for retirement, and such a hit could wipe them out if they live on the river. Those who have an average of $12,000 a year income and live on that river are having to drive for hours to get fresh water and their crops are lost, their livestock is damaged, and there is no solution. The black paint makes this detail clear, and the people can see it, but there will be nothing done except the taxpayers paying $500,000,000 to clean this up on top of the damage to the society it effects. Housing in America is the same disaster happening as we create 450,000 new houses with sheetrock that is so toxic that 4 of 5 landfills will not longer take sheetrock into their dumps because it creates Hydrogen Sulfide which is deadly, besides smelling like rotten eggs and destroying the quality of life of anyone nearby. Where does it stop?
Sadly, I don’t know the answer, but I do know that it is good to look at things head on sometime and seeing the whole picture, not just the whitewashed one that hides the details. Pray it will change, but better still, wake up and speak out. Share the solutions with friends without fear of them rejecting you for talking about the depressing things that are destroying the planet for these beautiful kids that I see wanting to make a difference. Help spread the seedlings as you find them, the solutions that if we care for them, nurture them, and spread them around the world, then perhaps the Forget Me Not chapel that holds my son’s memories within will be one more way to get a point across in a world of ladies and men with diamonds, the good life, and no desire to give any of it up to change things. They don’t even want to hear about it, so tell them anyway, and if they leave the tour early, fear not, the rest may just listen, spread the word, and help make the world a better place with the passion you ignite in their belly to make a difference for the next 7 generations yet to come, as well as the rest of the world that is paying the real price for the bejeweled to live in luxury.
Thank you for reading, sharing, and not just looking at the pretty pictures.
As part of expressing my view I was judged to be a Nazi this morning on Facebook….. Here is how an opinion gets a response in that world.
Here is an example of why having a page on Facebook, an opinion, and a reason for living can be interesting. On this Sunday I challenge all people who might see this to define their version of what it means to respect our politicians, the board members of Monsanto, Dupont, Halliburton, and BP to name a few. This is the response I get if I upset someone… and my response to it.
People should be respected individually, not because of what they give you. it is a selfish soul who judges others’ ability to be what you want them to be, when you want them to be. others’ choices should be respected just for the fact that it is their right to have them as human beings. the origin of choice is so personal that realistically it is not possible to know. personal history should be respected as much as personal choice, otherwise what kind of world would that be? promoting the dictation of behaviour and personal choice…the word nazi comes to mind. not. cool. #RESPECT
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Tiny Texas Houses If no one spoke out about the Nazi’s, and said that is not right, where would we be now. I should respect the leaders who choose to unplug a gold mine and kill wildlife, people, and the future of those along those waterways without speaking out. If th…See More
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Tiny Texas Houses I want leaders who work for the people, not for greed and self aggrandizement. Do they deserve my silence and your version of respect?
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Tiny Texas Houses Oh yes, I walked through Auschwitz as a 12 year old boy who could not ever forget the smell of burnt flesh as I viewed the crematory, the gas chambers, and the other respected means of destroying those people who went through there, often carried by th…See More
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Tiny Texas Houses Please Michelle, do not drop out of the contribution you make to the world yet for your opinion ignites my passion for truth and I am certainly open to hearing how you would like to use such examples to justify respect through silence more than you have.
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Tiny Texas Houses You dare to call me Nazi, is that not a judgement in itself my dear. You are so far from seeing clearly that these words are likely falling on deaf ears, but that is not a judgement, it is an opinion based on the evidence at hand. Thank you for the opportunity to address that on my page.
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Thank you for thinking of the hard stuff on the day of respecting our Source of Life, by what ever name you choose to call it.