<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:19:58.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ithacan does travel</title><subtitle type='html'>A traveling Spiritual adventure into the Galactic Universe that is the Human experience,... and other generally mysterious weirdness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-8096084625181978017</id><published>2011-06-17T11:43:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T13:20:40.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Spirits and "Religions", Reciprocity,..</title><content type='html'>If there exist a universal set of laws;&lt;br /&gt;The first law and fundamental right given at birth to all humans is the ability or choice of freewill,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6TMRLZY5uaI/TfuKjuGKPRI/AAAAAAAAAiU/gPyrzsBI-V0/s1600/everything%2Bthat%2Bexists.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fp-yLLWkUOw/TfuMqU75gHI/AAAAAAAAAi8/KYB5UGv31Yc/s1600/ht_andromeda_galaxy_100216_ssv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fp-yLLWkUOw/TfuMqU75gHI/AAAAAAAAAi8/KYB5UGv31Yc/s320/ht_andromeda_galaxy_100216_ssv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619239618877161586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proper function of social networks is to allow freewill to flourish UN-encumbered and to only impose a few rules to allow the maximum of non-interference between humans, because not all humans function with the same ideology. It is this wonderful diversity that keeps the whole  planet from becoming mundane and to keep us humans entertained, and not starved of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when like minded individuals get together, ego creeps in and then voices raise to promote, "who has the better agenda", as seen in the form of religion. Suffering is then sometimes caused by the conflict of non-recognition of ideas, and the non-recognition of universal freewill. Spirituality was born into modern society as a direct counter response to other peoples agendas. (Totally my opinion, so let's go with it), and my ideas of spirituality stem from my belief in universal laws., and that these laws super-seed any written by man in accordance to spiritual development. That is not to say I am ignoring the rules of social obligations or interactions but only to say that when it comes to the development of my 'soul-person' or my spirit or higher-self, universal laws prevail. Yet, there seems to be a disconnect from between 'what-is', and 'what can or should be', in the terms of human interactions and how society goes about it business. Religion is suppose to compensate and act as a bridge between spirit and the human condition. The question is, "how do we navigate", and function with other freewill-ed humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlLshYLDmeo/TfuLVX62XLI/AAAAAAAAAik/MKrWSV-LQcM/s1600/ancient%2Bother%2Bside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlLshYLDmeo/TfuLVX62XLI/AAAAAAAAAik/MKrWSV-LQcM/s320/ancient%2Bother%2Bside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619238159389187250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if there exist laws the governed spiritual development and they are universal, and these laws are in accordance to evolution of the human experience for development into a more 'cosmic' or universal being then religious teaching and spiritual awakening must also evolve as our human understanding evolves. So therefore "religions need to evolve as well, and then it only seems to proceed as there is a universal doctrine,... it may or may not explain "HOW TO', "Worship", but it would definitely have rules; which brings me to the point;&lt;br /&gt;all ideas of religion or of spiritual development have a universal thread, common themes or ideas that seem to be acceptable to all that believe in some form of evolved spiritual development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal law or rule two:&lt;br /&gt;Reciprocity,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you" (Analects: 15:23)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Reciprocity,...is an idea that Confucius had taught over 2,500 years ago; about the same time that Buddha was developing ideas about enlightenment. Reciprocity is also the teaching of goodness and translates into a way of governing the rule of freewill. Decision making and Freewill must also include some form of ethics, and the decisions we as humans and as universal spirits make in the exercise of freewill must correspond into some fundamental morality. Simply stated; every decision we make, we should ask ourselves, does this decision to act cause harm or suffering at ant point in time. Once asked, ...then we can exercise our right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_eZT_D9bvI/TfuLxBR9_RI/AAAAAAAAAi0/SHNkm8bAxjc/s1600/Ramona-Falls-Mount-Hood-Wilderness-Oregon-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_eZT_D9bvI/TfuLxBR9_RI/AAAAAAAAAi0/SHNkm8bAxjc/s320/Ramona-Falls-Mount-Hood-Wilderness-Oregon-30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619238634348477714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal Laws:&lt;br /&gt;1. Freewill&lt;br /&gt;2. Reciprocity&lt;br /&gt;3.        (...that's for another day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lt28K-rvZz4/TfuLH7sIEZI/AAAAAAAAAic/ZV3uU1M6tsg/s1600/YinYangRainbow.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-8096084625181978017?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8096084625181978017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=8096084625181978017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/8096084625181978017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/8096084625181978017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-spirits-and-religions-reciprocity.html' title='New Spirits and &quot;Religions&quot;, Reciprocity,..'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fp-yLLWkUOw/TfuMqU75gHI/AAAAAAAAAi8/KYB5UGv31Yc/s72-c/ht_andromeda_galaxy_100216_ssv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-8967614937024306074</id><published>2010-04-19T23:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:54:23.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation and moving Qi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S80zG8_3BkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hYOm3hcXNPg/s1600/space+dust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S80zG8_3BkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hYOm3hcXNPg/s320/space+dust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462078117616485954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I needed to do some cleansing, inward and out, and with a spring storm that passed by recently there were a lot of excess debris and dead branches. This means exercise by FIRE. Hehe. I burned all day long.&lt;br /&gt;There was over a full truckload of half old and half new debris; old chopped up pallets, tree limbs, brush, and wooden burnable junk. Yet, I have been limited to a small, slightly above ground, half moon shaped bowl to use for burning, which means a lot more attention to details, and more cutting.&lt;br /&gt;To begin every fire is different, but each process has to start with a good base or foundation, especially of most of the materials are green, wet and new. Balls of paper, started with chunks of old seasoned dry pieces of wooden pallets, then flashed with dry leaves, tree droppings started very easily. Then every once and a while bundles of green twigs and wet leaves steamed up the little burn pot.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S80zBiX7IJI/AAAAAAAAAho/GIuwzqajxRo/s1600/fire_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S80zBiX7IJI/AAAAAAAAAho/GIuwzqajxRo/s320/fire_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462078024570314898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I really want to talk more about is the 'character' of fire more than the exact details of materials. Because its in the process of fire and how it is maintain that influences the internal nature of our being. Because fire is a major component to our evolutionary being.&lt;br /&gt;We are made up of star dust(C30), but our internal processes are govern by the elements that make up our planet and everything else. (Earth, Air, Water, &amp;amp; Fire) Fire is our driving force and ignites our motivation and allows for the flow of what the Chinese refer to as Qi.&lt;br /&gt;Qi is ether, the blue spark, divine lightening, the essence that is all life.&lt;br /&gt;Ever have your leg bounce uncontrollably, or see your hands go pink-n-white after exercise, feel a rush or energy go through your face after standing too fast; that is Qi.&lt;br /&gt;By creating a proper platform, foundation or base within our bodies we can turn on and control our personal flow of Qi. As with fire, we start out slow with a kindling, then add to it in steps. It is as with exercise to loose weight or build muscle with each additional day of training we can add to the process or increase the weights we lift. Now we also fuel that internal fire with food, or control it by the diet we consume. Too heavy a meal the furnace or fire bogs down, smokes, sputters, too lean and the fire burns fast and hot. We can tell when our emotions are in a great state of flux, real big highs, and crushing lows. To control the fire in the pot I use a stick or metal pole. Yet, for our emotions we also must use some form of spiritual guidance system as a release valve. Some basis to stir and tend to the fire. As like meditation, rhythmic breathing, or prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Once a fire is tended and burning, and if enough sticks, logs and leaves are in place the fire can burn unattended for a little while, and that is the lesson I wish to convey. Sometimes during exercise or personal training we focus too much on the benefits or look towards the dramatic changes that we forget the look away and allow the process to be "unattended", and that is why some created the saying, 'the journey is the most important', because when we reach a point that we are just continually 'doing' that is when we are the most productive. NO thought,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S80zLJGC8NI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Wj9IY--PKuk/s1600/yin_yang.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S80zLJGC8NI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Wj9IY--PKuk/s320/yin_yang.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462078189583134930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the case of the fire, when I could look away and tended to preparing the next pile of stuff to burn was when most of the other pile burned fastest. Then by the end of this day I had really Hot coals and every thing I added didn't smoke but burned cleanly, evenly, and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-8967614937024306074?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8967614937024306074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=8967614937024306074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/8967614937024306074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/8967614937024306074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2010/04/meditation-and-moving-qi.html' title='Meditation and moving Qi'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S80zG8_3BkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hYOm3hcXNPg/s72-c/space+dust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-3014873436653481185</id><published>2010-04-14T09:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:59:08.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We are not Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S8XJxr9xW3I/AAAAAAAAAhg/XKsSdhm77V4/s1600/near+our+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S8XJxr9xW3I/AAAAAAAAAhg/XKsSdhm77V4/s320/near+our+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459991978709179250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Cosmic Thought: Researchers led by Swinburne University of Technology, in Australia, released this map of the "nearby" cosmos. The map contains about 100,000 dots. The dots are not stars; each dot represents a galaxy, and galaxies are thought to average about 100 billion stars each. Thus the area depicted contains holds roughly 10 to the 15th power stars, a number far too huge to bother attempting to fathom. And the map merely shows galaxies nearby. Our galaxy, the Milky Way, is at the center of the map. On the cosmic scale, a place with 100 billion stars is a dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-3014873436653481185?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/3014873436653481185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=3014873436653481185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/3014873436653481185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/3014873436653481185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2010/04/cosmic-thought-researchers-led-by.html' title='We are not Alone'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S8XJxr9xW3I/AAAAAAAAAhg/XKsSdhm77V4/s72-c/near+our+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-7261967022508156542</id><published>2010-04-13T08:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:29:45.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>People and animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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When something occurred that disrupted the balanced life of an animal or its daily life many people of early cultures took these as signs that the gods were speaking to them. Great warnings of earthquakes, coming storms or even draught could be fore told through humans interacting with animals beings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Too many people living in today’s modern world have their heads down; only see what is just in front of them. Most of those people feel no change in their lives, everything is orderly as if they are running on a treadmill or just spinning a wheel. It would be said amongst early cultures that this is the medicine of a mouse. By traveling in an airplane flying high, looking out at huge massive cities we can see ant like behavior with everyone commuting to fill the needs of the colony and serve the needs of a single being. So what does it tells us when honey bees mysteriously disappear or polar bears are struggling to live, or when a thousand species of animal’s life suddenly dies along the Great Barrier Reef in an ocean of abundance. Does anyone remember the story of jumping mouse by seven arrows? Can we not sit in a park and look out and see if our squirrel friends are in good shape or are their tails torn and tattered; what is the condition of their fur? Is it smooth and soft or is it chewed or patchy. Are there any squirrels in your park?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S8RhcsYuprI/AAAAAAAAAhI/bYlhK1Uakrc/s1600/bora-bora-breaking-surf_1347_990x742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S8RhcsYuprI/AAAAAAAAAhI/bYlhK1Uakrc/s320/bora-bora-breaking-surf_1347_990x742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459595793858995890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When children look upon butterflies how can they not smile, and feel its joy of once being bound to the ground and then now feeling the free energy and unlimited potential of flight. We still have some relationship with our animal beings that are not limited to dogs and cats. We do have an obligation of not using all of the earths’ resources for their survival. Because the single being we all serve is our earth, the mother of all species and when any single species of being cannot coexist with the other beings she will send them into extinction and start anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S8Rhj1-6KDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/NvmyusXRTZ0/s1600/monarch-butterflies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S8Rhj1-6KDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/NvmyusXRTZ0/s320/monarch-butterflies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459595916694136882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She could always call her brother the asteroid and whenever he comes to town there is trouble in the neighborhood, but that’s a whole other relationship story for yet another day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bumbas,…Happy Trails!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-7261967022508156542?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/7261967022508156542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=7261967022508156542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/7261967022508156542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/7261967022508156542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2010/04/people-and-animals.html' title='People and animals'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S8RjcyXy1mI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zXyv805Yleg/s72-c/p1002ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-6690060436250860741</id><published>2010-04-12T23:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:21:35.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Progressing slowing, entering a new phase,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S8Pwb_GIJNI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KrD57cjMJOU/s1600/ap_India_Eclipse7_090722_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S8Pwb_GIJNI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KrD57cjMJOU/s320/ap_India_Eclipse7_090722_ssh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459471536887440594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im navigating in a new jet stream that is fast on the senses and hard on transitioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S8PwjKcQDJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/VzIgKDajln0/s1600/Surf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S8PwjKcQDJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/VzIgKDajln0/s320/Surf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459471660192107666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind has plenty to do, just attempting to find a proper trigetory for future launches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue soon,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S8Pw1KKTINI/AAAAAAAAAg4/p3WY79e6Uak/s1600/tree+buds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S8Pw1KKTINI/AAAAAAAAAg4/p3WY79e6Uak/s320/tree+buds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459471969354457298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas,... Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-6690060436250860741?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6690060436250860741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=6690060436250860741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/6690060436250860741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/6690060436250860741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/S8Pwb_GIJNI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KrD57cjMJOU/s72-c/ap_India_Eclipse7_090722_ssh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-3675136360655918875</id><published>2009-07-16T19:58:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:05:00.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Galaxies in 2 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/Sl_KnGCxrgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7GT1IEjZ-Xo/s1600-h/3galaxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/Sl_KnGCxrgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7GT1IEjZ-Xo/s320/3galaxy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359224854580145666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Galaxies, one time warp hangover, and a very used pan-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dimensional&lt;/span&gt; scooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been gone for some time, galactic travel will do that, but any time away is will worth the experience.&lt;br /&gt;There are always places that either make sense and many more places that just seem completely confused. Sometimes its the location of the planets, habits of the dominate species yet more often its just I shouldn't be there.&lt;br /&gt;So I leave.&lt;br /&gt;For most of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excursion&lt;/span&gt; I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; determined galaxies and planets. And for most of the trip I went back in forth into multiple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dimensions&lt;/span&gt; of existence. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Daja&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vu&lt;/span&gt; sort of experiences really, or that's how most humans would classify multiple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dimensional&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;excursions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are so caught up in believing and in living in only one plane of existence that they miss everyday, "magic" and the subtle worlds and beings that exist all around them. Only by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;separating&lt;/span&gt; yourself, and it is entirely necessary to do so, everyone or person can re-experience and find that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;phisher&lt;/span&gt; into and out of the other side. Once into the closet a time warp does take place, but it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; worth it. The mile markers along the highway of a predetermined flight plane become those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;daja&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;vu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; people talk about. So often they are dismissed, and can be very insightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/Sl_Khn8iCuI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lOcooOm7fXY/s1600-h/beachwithrockoutcrops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/Sl_Khn8iCuI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lOcooOm7fXY/s320/beachwithrockoutcrops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359224760601545442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Especially if you can experience so many that the entire day has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-determined. Annoying, really takes out some of the surprise, but when your confused as to which reality your in or trying to stay grounded in one plane its kinda of useful to know just how you got there.&lt;br /&gt;My personal scooter is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;specifically&lt;/span&gt; designed for this form of galactic travel complete with a subsonic resonator which controls thought patterns and can create internal streams of visual effects, in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sufficient&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;quantities&lt;/span&gt; to delete and suppress unwanted thought patterns of questioning, doubt, and fear which ruin any possibility to enjoy the ride. Honestly, fear and doubt only lead to black holes, and there is so much black matter in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;space&lt;/span&gt; to begin with that anymore is just a drain on our resources. So travel in the light, enjoy the ride.&lt;br /&gt;The "life" ride that is,.. which multi-galaxy travel is completely about. Testing philosophical theory, putting it into practice, and if successful; changing patterns of your personal frequency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/Sl_KuORbBWI/AAAAAAAAAgg/LEv2jfYY4o4/s1600-h/evp+range.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/Sl_KuORbBWI/AAAAAAAAAgg/LEv2jfYY4o4/s320/evp+range.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359224977048143202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only at a higher personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;residential&lt;/span&gt; frequency will humans be able to communicate with higher forms of beings. Even multi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dimensional&lt;/span&gt; beings, express themselves in the higher registers. Which is why they invented &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;EVP&lt;/span&gt; meters.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt;, The next time I will tell you about some of the places in the jersey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;nebula&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Bumbas&lt;/span&gt;,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-3675136360655918875?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/3675136360655918875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=3675136360655918875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/3675136360655918875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/3675136360655918875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-galaxies-in-2-days.html' title='4 Galaxies in 2 days'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/Sl_KnGCxrgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7GT1IEjZ-Xo/s72-c/3galaxy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-8518956924025333321</id><published>2009-03-09T22:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:57:03.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our house from the top of a Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SbXUB1fWa8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/YFSVU95EQvs/s1600-h/ht_milky_way_galaxy_090304_mn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SbXUB1fWa8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/YFSVU95EQvs/s320/ht_milky_way_galaxy_090304_mn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311384463556897730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Our home from a far far away view. From outside our solar system. From outside of our Galaxy possibly from a pioneer space probe once launched in early NASA space program. The study of outer space and inner space shall always be a constant lesson of interconnectedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-8518956924025333321?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8518956924025333321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=8518956924025333321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/8518956924025333321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/8518956924025333321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-house-from-top-of-mountain.html' title='Our house from the top of a Mountain'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SbXUB1fWa8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/YFSVU95EQvs/s72-c/ht_milky_way_galaxy_090304_mn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-300611373708813500</id><published>2009-01-20T11:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:49:14.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans and People</title><content type='html'>I have always seen people&lt;br /&gt;in terms of character&lt;br /&gt;some were characters to embrace&lt;br /&gt;and others were troubled&lt;br /&gt;or lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always met people&lt;br /&gt;in terms of trust&lt;br /&gt;some trust was rewarded&lt;br /&gt;in friendship, or scorned&lt;br /&gt;and I have been burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always looked to people&lt;br /&gt;I could learn from&lt;br /&gt;some in ways never expected, often surprised&lt;br /&gt;but in delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always admired people&lt;br /&gt;for their strengths and openness&lt;br /&gt;listened to stories&lt;br /&gt;frown upon lies&lt;br /&gt;yet, never judged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for all this time I have&lt;br /&gt;never seen people in terms of skin tone or "color"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in this way that I am&lt;br /&gt;in this world, but not from it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-300611373708813500?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/300611373708813500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=300611373708813500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/300611373708813500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/300611373708813500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2009/01/humans-and-people.html' title='Humans and People'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-1402053655051650665</id><published>2008-12-02T22:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:17:00.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we Care?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/STYBpRjXjsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gKmXFB--3Mk/s1600-h/omega_centauri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/STYBpRjXjsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gKmXFB--3Mk/s320/omega_centauri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275405822109126338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is of Omega Centauri, a globular cluster (or perhaps dwarf galaxy) in the southern sky.  It contains perhaps ten million stars, about 17,000 light-years from Earth.  It was identified by Edmond Halley, of comet fame, in 1677.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just one galaxy near ours, and there are thousands of galaxies. We are far from being alone in the universe, and as a 17th century writer once said, "all of the world is a stage, and we are merely players..."&lt;br /&gt;Never have those words been so profound. My question to the earth, is that with each new piece of information we digest; with each change to our planet, what are its human inhabitants going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Nothing,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Ignore it until the very last minute, and then shoot something,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Embrace a Spiritual identity, connect with others, and learn something new each day to enhance your human evolution,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(heh, heh, ha, ha, ha,...) Sorry I actually almost believed there was another answer than, 'A'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-1402053655051650665?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1402053655051650665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=1402053655051650665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1402053655051650665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1402053655051650665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-do-we-care.html' title='Why do we Care?!'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/STYBpRjXjsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gKmXFB--3Mk/s72-c/omega_centauri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-5021256163658519198</id><published>2008-09-30T23:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:30:08.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanny's Voorwerp and Star Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SOL4Du04q-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/b0n6ajpviwQ/s1600-h/hannysvoorwerp_wht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SOL4Du04q-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/b0n6ajpviwQ/s320/hannysvoorwerp_wht.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252032858460564450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Joe/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink 	{color:blue; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed 	{color:purple; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;}  &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today I quote others' and I am not creative enough to make up these obvious facts of the UNIVERSE FOR WHICH WE LIVE IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remember from the beginning, the Universe is really really really big,...Huge,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galaxyzoo.org/Tutorial.aspx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galaxyzoo.org/Tutorial.aspx"&gt;Galaxy Zoo images&lt;/a&gt; has discovered something really strange. The &lt;a href="http://www.astr.ua.edu/keel/research/voorwerp.html"&gt;mystery object&lt;/a&gt; is unusually green, not of any clear galaxy type, and situated below relatively &lt;a href="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap070529.html"&gt;normal looking spiral&lt;/a&gt; galaxy &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Index_Catalog"&gt;IC&lt;/a&gt; 2497. Dutch schoolteacher Hanny van Arkel, discovered the &lt;a href="http://www.galaxyzooblog.org/2008/03/20/voorwerp-fever/"&gt;strange green "voorwerp"&lt;/a&gt; (Dutch for "object") last year. The Galaxy Zoo project encourages sky enthusiasts to browse through &lt;a href="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap980617.html"&gt;SDSS images&lt;/a&gt; and classify galaxy types. Now known popularly as &lt;a href="http://www.galaxyzooforum.org/index.php?topic=64.0"&gt;Hanny's Voorwerp&lt;/a&gt;, subsequent observations have shown that the mysterious green blob has the same distance as neighboring galaxy IC 2497. Research is &lt;b&gt;Explanation: &lt;/b&gt;What is that green thing? A volunteer sky enthusiast surfing through online ongoing, but one leading hypothesis holds that &lt;a href="http://www.sciencenews.org/view/generic/id/33403/title/Science_%2B_the_Public__Galaxy_Zoos_blue_mystery_%28part_I%29"&gt;Hanny's Voorwerp&lt;/a&gt; is a small galaxy that acts like a large &lt;a href="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/reflection_nebulae.html"&gt;reflection nebula&lt;/a&gt;, showing the reflected light of a bright &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quasar"&gt;quasar&lt;/a&gt; event that was visible in the center of IC 2497 about 100,000 years ago. Pictured above, &lt;a href="http://www.sciencenews.org/view/generic/id/33436/title/Galaxy_Zoos_blue_mystery_%28part_2%29"&gt;Hanny's Voorwerp&lt;/a&gt; was imaged recently by the 2.5-meter &lt;a href="http://www.ing.iac.es/PR/int_info/"&gt;Isaac Newton Telescope&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canary_Islands"&gt;Canary Islands&lt;/a&gt; by Dan Smith, Peter Herbert and Chris Lintott (&lt;a href="http://star-www.herts.ac.uk/"&gt;Univ. Hertfordshire&lt;/a&gt;). Other collaboration members include &lt;a href="http://star-www.herts.ac.uk/%7Emjarvis/"&gt;Matt Jarvis&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www-astro.physics.ox.ac.uk/%7Ekevins/"&gt;Kevin Schawinski&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.astr.ua.edu/keel/"&gt;William Keel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SOL4PDSNSSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/5ZDLr0xi1yc/s1600-h/page2_n_hubble_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SOL4PDSNSSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/5ZDLr0xi1yc/s320/page2_n_hubble_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252033052930820386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now this comes from an ESPN sports writer;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Joe/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink 	{color:blue; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed 	{color:purple; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Another Voorwerp Found?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; TMQ has noted the creepy possibility that gamma-ray bursts, powerful energy spikes from deep space, are the muzzle flashes of awful weapons used in distant combat. Reader Chris Crooks of South Reading, Va., notes a creepy astronomy finding by Kyle Barbary of the University of California at Berkeley: SCP 06F6, a region where very powerful deep-space energy discharges appeared seemingly from nowhere, existed for about 100 days, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://arxiv.org/PS_cache/arxiv/pdf/0809/0809.1648v1.pdf" target="new"&gt;then vanished&lt;/a&gt;. The strange energy glow lasted much longer than a gamma-ray burst, but lacked the technical characteristics of supernova explosions: "The transient's spectrum, in addition to being inconsistent with all known supernova types, is not matched to any spectrum in the Sloan Digital Sky Survey," which so far has mapped roughly one-quarter of the heavens. Cosmologists are now trying to puzzle out what SCP 06F6 might be, and assuming, of course, that it is natural. What if instead this is a glimpse of a region of ancient, horrific war -- ancient because it is billions of light-years away, thus billions of years in the past -- in which the combatants employed weapons too terrible to contemplate? Ancient combat that continued about 100 days until the last participant was wiped out, and the region of space fell cold and lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say other than the world is much more important and interesting than, politics and beer,...&lt;br /&gt;It's bigger and crazier than anything Hollywood can predict, and that is a mindset so few humans can handle,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SOL4ZoEISII/AAAAAAAAAWg/r6B5naT6t1M/s1600-h/earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SOL4ZoEISII/AAAAAAAAAWg/r6B5naT6t1M/s320/earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252033234602576002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There comes a time when most of what each of us has experienced must be put aside, and a new process of thinking needs to take over,... a new open mind-ness of non-expectation,...changing the way each individual shall approach problems and distractions,...it starts from the inside and expands outward, (in the way the universe operates) ,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-5021256163658519198?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/5021256163658519198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=5021256163658519198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/5021256163658519198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/5021256163658519198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/09/hannys-voorwerp-and-star-wars.html' title='Hanny&apos;s Voorwerp and Star Wars'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SOL4Du04q-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/b0n6ajpviwQ/s72-c/hannysvoorwerp_wht.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-8864292722129295997</id><published>2008-09-06T01:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T02:33:53.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling to Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SMIjjYe-12I/AAAAAAAAAV4/0pFn2kSV3C0/s1600-h/Aughubble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SMIjjYe-12I/AAAAAAAAAV4/0pFn2kSV3C0/s320/Aughubble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242792006987470690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a day I'm not sure would ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it is here, and I feel honored, excited and blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot happens in every one's life, we all have ups and downs, things that challenge, teach, and help us grow. This I will imagine is THE adventure. There is the unknown and the known, marriage is one of the unknowns.&lt;br /&gt;Traveling is all about finding the unknown. It is exploration and the ability to experience each part of the unknown. It is a journey and an automatic process of changing the unknown into the known. The magic is everything that happens in between and during the process. It is that experience that I look forward to and gets my adrenaline flowing.&lt;br /&gt;Today I will be getting married to a girl named Marie,...she has inspired me and changed my life for the last five years. She is my support, my friend, and my cheerleader. She is my connection to the fairy world, and the keeper of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;She is the one human who will drive me to tormented anguish while at the same time have me laughing and smiling the entire time. It is amazing to me to be at times in a very heated emotional argument with her and in an instant turn it into a temporary moment of complete irrelevance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SMIj4nlqo9I/AAAAAAAAAWI/xFaRSOY66rE/s1600-h/lone-mangrove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SMIj4nlqo9I/AAAAAAAAAWI/xFaRSOY66rE/s320/lone-mangrove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242792371819291602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(All personal human debates are really inconsequential, and she is the only human I have met that understands that negative emotions are a waste of time, and only represent a supreme reluctance for each individual to grow from subject that they are arguing about, but she gets it.)&lt;br /&gt;She is a ray of light in a what is becoming a very dark world.&lt;br /&gt;Today, we will commit to each other to spend our immediate life on this planet to be with each other, to love and support, and basically keep each other company while we travel along this short ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SMIjuYLwieI/AAAAAAAAAWA/oNrsiUTSifA/s1600-h/Wedding_rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SMIjuYLwieI/AAAAAAAAAWA/oNrsiUTSifA/s320/Wedding_rings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242792195885402594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write these words, I am smiling, and thinking that,...Life is good,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-8864292722129295997?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8864292722129295997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=8864292722129295997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/8864292722129295997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/8864292722129295997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/09/traveling-to-marriage.html' title='Traveling to Marriage'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SMIjjYe-12I/AAAAAAAAAV4/0pFn2kSV3C0/s72-c/Aughubble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-1546341077855928973</id><published>2008-09-04T00:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:52:14.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and Distractions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SL9otk1SKvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Op9nlT6gilM/s1600-h/spriralcross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SL9otk1SKvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Op9nlT6gilM/s320/spriralcross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242023623473113842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the everyday has a distinct way to remind each person living on Earth that time does not stand still.&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't seemed like two months since I last blogged, but it has,...&lt;br /&gt;The blogging does have everything to do with discipline and the daily ritual of following our own daily rituals.&lt;br /&gt;Successful people always amaze others with their ability to maintain an organized regiment of doing the most boring stuff imaginable. Yet, that's exactly how they succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SL9o33aCUXI/AAAAAAAAAVo/UxJXqzXG-VY/s1600-h/quartermoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SL9o33aCUXI/AAAAAAAAAVo/UxJXqzXG-VY/s320/quartermoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242023800257794418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the very nature of our planet, and the universe is change is the constant, time is a real tangent, and evolution,... well that is up to each of us to decide.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday we all make a choice to stay at the place where we are(meaning our life path) or to evolve, or change or (grow).&lt;br /&gt;Then at sometime we get distracted from the big picture as we focus on immediate or smaller picture type of stuff. That's the moment of magic, and how time spins away, out of our control,...&lt;br /&gt;That's the difference from focusing on the universe and focusing on just the earth realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is time enough to follow both visions, and both ways of seeing and living,...&lt;br /&gt;We must never stop doing our daily rituals, we must never stop giving Thanks, and still stay aware of our immediate obligations,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did I loose focus, were did I spend my last two months,...just living,... oh that and I am about to live through the most ritualized, most sacred, and most talked of human endeavours,...&lt;br /&gt;mating,..human pair bonding,...single male/female species commitment,...marriage. It's actually happening,...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SL9pBZxLfqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0ICobVlFfXE/s1600-h/handheldsunmbeam_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SL9pBZxLfqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0ICobVlFfXE/s320/handheldsunmbeam_main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242023964100492962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;Hehe,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-1546341077855928973?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1546341077855928973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=1546341077855928973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1546341077855928973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1546341077855928973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-and-distractions.html' title='Time and Distractions'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SL9otk1SKvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Op9nlT6gilM/s72-c/spriralcross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-6092236855431687644</id><published>2008-07-08T23:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:32:49.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Places that are Gone but Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SHQw6kj-lmI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QYW36pU8XKs/s1600-h/new+space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SHQw6kj-lmI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QYW36pU8XKs/s320/new+space.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220851650834372194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in two worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running to the Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving thanks to the Fire&lt;br /&gt;Giving Thanks to the Land&lt;br /&gt;Giving Thanks to the Water&lt;br /&gt;Giving Thanks to The Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No water easily to Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to Give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loosing my Language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children without Purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needing to touch the Earth&lt;br /&gt;Needing to sweat and Cleanse&lt;br /&gt;Needing to see the Sky&lt;br /&gt;Needing to Feel and Begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SHQwn04JgpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/NKLCFrIBqQU/s1600-h/az.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SHQwn04JgpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/NKLCFrIBqQU/s320/az.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220851328796426898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can not loose that which makes Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying from a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yerning for the Stars and my Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day of Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SHQw0C7klZI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VIsZ5EUbP2I/s1600-h/navajo_reservation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SHQw0C7klZI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VIsZ5EUbP2I/s320/navajo_reservation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220851538727310738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in two worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running to the Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving thanks to the Fire&lt;br /&gt;Giving Thanks to the Land&lt;br /&gt;Giving Thanks to the Water&lt;br /&gt;Giving Thanks to The Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-6092236855431687644?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6092236855431687644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=6092236855431687644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/6092236855431687644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/6092236855431687644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/07/places-that-are-gone-but-not-forgotten.html' title='Places that are Gone but Not Forgotten'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SHQw6kj-lmI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QYW36pU8XKs/s72-c/new+space.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-663371244740746098</id><published>2008-07-03T23:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:22:51.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression, Censorship, and Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SG2j-MJJQlI/AAAAAAAAAUw/sFK-Ag-9ldY/s1600-h/super+nova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SG2j-MJJQlI/AAAAAAAAAUw/sFK-Ag-9ldY/s320/super+nova.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219007831999070802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the beginning. War, famine, America's second great depression, its just the start. Americans live in the information age, yet, all of their news is censored. All vital websites are monitored, and the explosion of blogging is only to distract the majority of the population from searching for real information. Smoke, and mirrors. Statistics are given in portions, as not to alarm the masses of the real plight. Unemployment is almost 11% of the workforce, recession has been going on for a year. Americans have been at war for almost 7years and yet hear nothing about it. During the Gulf war it was everywhere, even in trading cards, oh I forgot, America won that war.&lt;br /&gt;During WWII most of the German outposts had no warning before the D-day liberation of France. The Allied armies, and french underground successfully disrupted the news and censored all the information prior until the invasion. The Germans were essentially lulled into safety. Then BAM! Before they knew what happened it was over. Remember history always repeats until a condition has evolved past a turning point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SG2kRdBFf5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/KAfbZGSRDHw/s1600-h/Rano_Raraku024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SG2kRdBFf5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/KAfbZGSRDHw/s320/Rano_Raraku024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219008162946187154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part of evolution is that change is usually for the better. The down fall is that disruption and destruction always come first.&lt;br /&gt;The upside to all this censorship of the war, and economy has left the door wide open for information on the origins of the planet, space exploration, and ancient discoveries. So much knowledge is being discovered at this moment that humankind and its foundations are about to be slammed against a wall and all of the established orders will fall.&lt;br /&gt;Economic depression is also a great equalizer. Only those with self knowledge and that are true in heart will succeed. The very nature of faith will be shaken, and all of the establish orders' long rule of hypocrisy will begin to unravel. Children of the new world order shall be awakened, just in time to watch it fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SG2kIIQ89tI/AAAAAAAAAU4/xcyAraCNEZU/s1600-h/maidens-52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SG2kIIQ89tI/AAAAAAAAAU4/xcyAraCNEZU/s320/maidens-52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219008002756769490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to visit places of time. The peoples of the ancient civilizations were time keepers with knowledge rooted in the stars and planets of our solar system. Knowledge that goes back 8000 years are just beginning to be revealed, and it is far more superior to the knowledge our current people recognize. People of today have electricity and TV, yet peoples of the past had the knowledge of their environment and survival. We will get to see which has the ability to sustain humanity within this current era. Hitchhikers' get ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to follow on the time keepers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-663371244740746098?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/663371244740746098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=663371244740746098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/663371244740746098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/663371244740746098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/07/depression-censorship-and-time.html' title='Depression, Censorship, and Time'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SG2j-MJJQlI/AAAAAAAAAUw/sFK-Ag-9ldY/s72-c/super+nova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-8314777969130770419</id><published>2008-06-24T23:55:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:27:11.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Pleasures in Pennsylvania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SGHFfXF1bdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dNoofyPOIoo/s1600-h/earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SGHFfXF1bdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dNoofyPOIoo/s320/earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215666986036850130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when we all need to embrace the darker side to our nature. It is this time of year when I think of travel to foreign lands, seeking the fruits of our spaceship Earth. Looking at travelocity, from Baltimore, USA to Argentina South America, round trip ticket is $649.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SGHFo1L81PI/AAAAAAAAAUY/aAbe4EjRHGQ/s1600-h/argentina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SGHFo1L81PI/AAAAAAAAAUY/aAbe4EjRHGQ/s320/argentina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215667148734387442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet, some of the nicest pleasures do seem to occur on the Eastern United States this time of year. Blue fin crabs are flowing in the brackish waters of the Chesapeake Bay, and in tributaries of Virginia, and North Carolina. Spring Green beans, Broccoli, and peaches are riping. Another sweet fruit mostly growing wild are the Black and Red Raspberries of Pennsylvania. Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more natural, satisfying, and pure then taking a small pale or container then gathering berries. Eating a few while picking is also a nice bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SGHF4wWeZfI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ljuHi2EMti8/s1600-h/blberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SGHF4wWeZfI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ljuHi2EMti8/s320/blberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215667422314259954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Standing out in the cool afternoon breeze with someone close to you is an even better way to spend a day picking berries. Its special moments like these that will last me a lifetime. Maybe Argentina can wait until January. When it will be summer there.&lt;br /&gt;Good Times,... Good times,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-8314777969130770419?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8314777969130770419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=8314777969130770419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/8314777969130770419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/8314777969130770419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/06/wild-pleasures-in-pennsylvania.html' title='Wild Pleasures in Pennsylvania'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SGHFfXF1bdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dNoofyPOIoo/s72-c/earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-5824444205982833178</id><published>2008-06-23T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:13:51.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>George Carlin - Humanist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SF_nXhCdVlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GivOr6Hhob4/s1600-h/ALeqM5gPpvnCWnVdGhTVLW35VAMJMzcXZQ.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SF_nXhCdVlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GivOr6Hhob4/s320/ALeqM5gPpvnCWnVdGhTVLW35VAMJMzcXZQ.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215141284710012498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlin was born on May 12, 1937. Passed away June 22, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;He lived by questioning conventional social norms, and won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-5824444205982833178?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/5824444205982833178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=5824444205982833178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/5824444205982833178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/5824444205982833178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/06/george-carlin-humanist.html' title='George Carlin - Humanist'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SF_nXhCdVlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GivOr6Hhob4/s72-c/ALeqM5gPpvnCWnVdGhTVLW35VAMJMzcXZQ.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-5411896153346174159</id><published>2008-06-22T23:54:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:05:35.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Dreams for New Employees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SF_gEqYUEZI/AAAAAAAAATo/8cA40UJiAek/s1600-h/Gusev_Crater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SF_gEqYUEZI/AAAAAAAAATo/8cA40UJiAek/s320/Gusev_Crater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215133264218689938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The goal should always be for balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk of trust, honor,and dignity, none of which seem to barely survive in these times of tests. These are the things that built nations, territories and modern civilizations. As Americans we believe the values of these little notions, but in the information age have very few examples. Our society is severely divided between the the 'haves' and the 'have-nots'. We watch television to calm our thoughts and weep when we see goodness. Murder, theft, and misfortune are now commonplace we barely get upset when our political leaders cheat, lie and steal. The very things that used to be a summons for revolution only now get a glance of mention. The reason for all of this numbness is exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;The majority of American wealth is controlled by less than 3% of its people. Which means that the other 97% are working harder than ever before. When the nation of United States was founded many of its inhabitants all had equal chance for prosperity. At the same time, many people grew up with the knowledge of skills necessary for basic survival. If a person did not have the talent for living in modern towns, they could always go into the wilderness for food, and shelter. In today's modern society, there is no more wilderness, and too many rules to follow for basic living. When the people traded their lives of self-sufficiency for lives of electricity and grocery stores, liberty and freedom of choice became harder to find.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, liberty is not today's problem that most people face. The ability to get basic needs, to feed, clothe and educate their children. are harder to obtain. More importantly, pride, dignity, and the sense of self worth.&lt;br /&gt;Many people today work long hours at under paying, thankless jobs. Yet, they are grateful because of fear of losing anything less. Television and marketing have convinced people to maintain a certain lifestyle, and to live anything less would be disgraceful.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, television also paints pictures of dreams. It shows other people who have managed to succeed in living their dreams. We teach our children that to value their lives and to dream beyond the four walls for which they currently live in. The reality is that sometimes in order to get their dreams means living in the sacrifice of their personal beliefs. Often the quickest way to success is to go along with anyone one who is power of influence regardless of the values for which they live.&lt;br /&gt;This sounds terrible, but it is the sacrifice many people make because no one wants to be made an example. The alternative for independent thinking is banishment from the community, economic hardship, ruin of reputation through lies, or all of the above. It is an punishment of the old world, meant to take away a person's pride. Their dignity, their self-worth. For people with children it is to high a price to pay when just going along will pay the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SF_gdL6QopI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yMDawcPlxf4/s1600-h/06-15-08_1439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SF_gdL6QopI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yMDawcPlxf4/s320/06-15-08_1439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215133685536301714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are the dreamers, people who believe in honesty. The people who still believe that hard work is still the only way to success. They believe that treating people with respect is still a way to make friendships. Yet, for those people pride is a vice, and something not born from the status of their jobs. Self-worth is much deeper emotion. It comes from faith, and from self knowledge. To get this type of dignity requires each person to live a life free of guilt or regret. This form of pride comes from living each day with integrity and with truthful honest intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working for companies and working for others is necessary for many who do not have the opportunity to live self-sufficiently. Yet, everyone has the ability to make a choice to find work that is fulfilling. By fulfilling I refer to work that may not pay the most, but a job that allows a person to be themselves without repercussion. A position within a company that allows for friendships, and the possibility for time off without worry of being replaced. One time not so long ago, working for others was a means to contribute to the community. It is this balance of family and work that most people want to achieve. It is the promise made to each child born in America. Yet, as with most promises some sacrifices must be made. People must sacrifice personal time with time spent in groups and community projects that hold elected leaders accountable for their actions against the community. People must sacrifice buying things that put them into debt for the sake of maintaining a lifestyle. People must sacrifice personal comforts for living a life with little or no carbon footprint. This is what most working people dare to dream.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SF_f7hf_gXI/AAAAAAAAATg/t_ljNtg_tE8/s1600-h/06-15-08_1356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SF_f7hf_gXI/AAAAAAAAATg/t_ljNtg_tE8/s320/06-15-08_1356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215133107216154994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream of a life lived in balance is never as far away as it sometimes may seen to be. It just requires a little effort to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas, ...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-5411896153346174159?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/5411896153346174159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=5411896153346174159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/5411896153346174159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/5411896153346174159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/06/old-dreams-for-new-employees.html' title='Old Dreams for New Employees'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SF_gEqYUEZI/AAAAAAAAATo/8cA40UJiAek/s72-c/Gusev_Crater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-7417281492570681432</id><published>2008-06-19T23:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:21:37.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Babylon and Limbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SFsvR6r7b9I/AAAAAAAAATY/R9JM0SRs4Bo/s1600-h/messier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SFsvR6r7b9I/AAAAAAAAATY/R9JM0SRs4Bo/s320/messier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213812978469269458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How do we get there from here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't rightly know. I have always seem to find this place called limbo, and though being able to rest, relax, and smell the flowers is always preferable there are times when I just want to move. I don't mean literally, but in the cosmic sense of the world, and word, but I also know its out of my control.&lt;br /&gt;I can push, but I might end up off track, and that's not a good place to be. I am patient, but when the car is in a gear and not in park, it can really mess up the clutch.&lt;br /&gt;Right now small pockets of joy, just don't add up to lasting fun. Positivity is somewhat annoying, and the negative biscuit eaters are circling like buzzards. Its times like this that I can implode, or worst explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SFsuEretgzI/AAAAAAAAATI/jagek064leU/s1600-h/phone+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SFsuEretgzI/AAAAAAAAATI/jagek064leU/s320/phone+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213811651537371954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do we wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remind myself that I am suppose to be learning something valuable. Feels like I'm wasting time. I was enjoying the rest spot, and as usual I don't stay nearly long enough to soak it all inside. Maybe if I learn to relax, I can retain the lesson. I know I will be here again. I'm a rock in the sense that I just cant see the picture staring right at me. I want to, really I do want to see, understand, and grow to the next level. I want to let go,...heel,...and feel again.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, what I want isn't always what I need,...&lt;br /&gt;What I need is to stop pushing, stop trying, stop moving,...give in, but not up,...&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying all the right things, do I believe anymore,...if only others would let me be for a while, let me feel this out, give me the time to listen,...so much interference,...so much un-necessary noise,...so much negativity,...too much talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SFsuNiHCZLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/SGcC5DdaDPo/s1600-h/phone+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SFsuNiHCZLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/SGcC5DdaDPo/s320/phone+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213811803640980658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still the same after all these years,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-7417281492570681432?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/7417281492570681432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=7417281492570681432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/7417281492570681432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/7417281492570681432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/06/babylon-and-limbo.html' title='Babylon and Limbo'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SFsvR6r7b9I/AAAAAAAAATY/R9JM0SRs4Bo/s72-c/messier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-5161982025791952300</id><published>2008-06-05T00:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T01:25:27.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Texting our way to Preparation H</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SEd2JrfZbXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jd2P9oxbNC0/s1600-h/many+spirals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SEd2JrfZbXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jd2P9oxbNC0/s320/many+spirals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208261402742582642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How disconnected are we becoming?&lt;br /&gt;I sat and watched a group of high school aged people sit in a restaurant together at one table. Six of the group of ten were texting each other from across the table. Talking to each other but instead of using their mouths they did it with their fingers. I do use texting, but,...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it a generational thing, yet it seems sad. They all went out together, but they are as away from each other as it gets. Electronics have replaced direct interaction with spacial interaction.&lt;br /&gt;How numb are we going to get?&lt;br /&gt;I read an Internet article warning about dangerous domain names to avoid. It also identified various countries domain Id's, and where to and where not to shop for Prozac. Internet pharmaceuticals, I guess is very big business and this was an article on how to get drugs without getting your computer hacked. Obviously, so we can by more drugs later.&lt;br /&gt;How long?&lt;br /&gt;There is a new trend going on in clubs where male are rubbing their bodies with Preparation H. Apparently, it not only treats hemorrhoids, but tightens the skin. Guys are using it to look more buff to meet girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SEd2PpNogKI/AAAAAAAAATA/iCKLRFtaja0/s1600-h/texting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SEd2PpNogKI/AAAAAAAAATA/iCKLRFtaja0/s320/texting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208261505210417314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted to meet a girl, and wanted to dance, I asked. Then once I got her phone number instead of texting her I used the phone to talk to her, and when we went out we talked so more. To get notice I went with my friends and laughed very loudly. We played pool or darts, and talked with the other people around us. I would sit at a bar or along the counter in a diner, and meet people. I interacted, and sometimes it was awkward, and a little uncomfortable. It was always about being open, and really in tune to the environment that I was in. It takes practice, maybe a little courage, but I would practice sitting at the dinner table with my family, and sometimes by going out to dinner with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SEd18rS-C5I/AAAAAAAAASw/YCk-2xsJ4UA/s1600-h/SWINGSET.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SEd18rS-C5I/AAAAAAAAASw/YCk-2xsJ4UA/s320/SWINGSET.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208261179352157074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess talking to others on a personal level is truly becoming an art form. It may explain the need for all the Prozac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-5161982025791952300?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/5161982025791952300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=5161982025791952300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/5161982025791952300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/5161982025791952300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/06/texting-our-way-to-preparation-h.html' title='Texting our way to Preparation H'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SEd2JrfZbXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jd2P9oxbNC0/s72-c/many+spirals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-7690490497939725543</id><published>2008-06-02T06:59:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:17:36.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stonehenge and the power of Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SEQAkU43ezI/AAAAAAAAASo/qEygzpJKVhA/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SEQAkU43ezI/AAAAAAAAASo/qEygzpJKVhA/s320/sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207287693229652786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life 5000 years ago wasn't great, but wasn't bad either. In Egypt the first pyramid was being built in honor of the death of its king and to its deity of the gods. The Chinese were building a wall to keep people from invading from the north. In the middle east people were inventing writing to help organize a fair exchange in trade goods. In Meso-America the first temples were being built to honor the gods and the planets. In North America mounds of earth were being built to honor the sun. All the people of the planet lived by sticks, wood, fire, and earth. On the Island of Great Britain, the united group of  its people marked the height of its civilization with the building of Stonehenge.&lt;br /&gt;All civilizations then lived a life in harmony with nature, and recognized that life was a celebrated gift, and that death was always just around the corner. Death from hunting, tribal warfare, or by accidents occurred just as naturally as it does today. Only today we live blinded by our technology and tend to take this life of ours for granted way to often. We entertain ourselves with acting, plays and skits on a wired framed box. At times that box educates us, and keeps us connected to others across the globe. Other times it perpetuates fear, and is used for propaganda to keep us in our homes and afraid of other people just outside our neighborhood or city. Stonehenge was a marvel of achievement not only because of its size and the unimaginable task built by using simple hand tools, but because of what it teaches about civilized people at that point in time. In some ways they were more civilized than we are today. The effort that took to build Stonehenge required a united group of people with a single minded purpose, all believing in the same ideas and done within peaceful cooperation. Soon after Stonehenge was built, new technologies were made, and ended the age of stone putting in place a world civilization of copper, gold, and iron. The eras of metal. Eras of greed I call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SEQAaueeT0I/AAAAAAAAASg/yo-wo0w1o34/s1600-h/Stonehenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SEQAaueeT0I/AAAAAAAAASg/yo-wo0w1o34/s320/Stonehenge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207287528299581250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The area now known as Stonehenge was a sacred site site used by the people of 3000 B.C.E. to celebrate the seasons and honor life and death. The entire island of Britain would come together in summer and in winter to celebrate the solstices. They had built a wooded monument area for this purpose to celebrate life. The monument marked the seasons and was aligned with the rising and falling of the sun during the summer and  winter solstice. It was a celebration marked with great feasting, and most likely just a chance for all of the 'British' people to come together as one nation. I say British because that is how we know them today, and I say nation because they were a people united in beliefs, and customs. At some point their tribal leaders organized an idea to build a stone monument. This monument would outlast the wooden one, and would honor the leaders who died, that taught the people how to live in harmony with the earth and nature. To honor this life, and because it gave all of the people a reason to celebrate their togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that once all a peoples necessities are achieved, life gets mundane or boring. It is as true for today as it was then. People all reach a point where life becomes comfortable, back then food was grown or hunted, and people prospered. When people have time to celebrate, life is a good thing. People also need to be inspired, by keeping busy, people are happier, and live with purpose. For whatever reason, most people need some sense of purpose sometimes they create things like crafts or art. If not they get into trouble or just unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;The building of monuments, temples, or mounds, gave groups of people a purpose. It was also a way of leaders to lead. To push people in positive, productive, 'constructive' ways instead of destructive activities. Like war. Its the positive nature of being human. That is the 'WHY' things are built. The 'How' is the amazing part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SEQAQXrKgVI/AAAAAAAAASY/Zw0BvODUHH8/s1600-h/lotus+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SEQAQXrKgVI/AAAAAAAAASY/Zw0BvODUHH8/s320/lotus+temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207287350380101970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most 'Important' part for us to learn, are the lessons from our common ancestral past. Life IS a celebration. Life is not to be feared and IS to be lived with purpose. We, as individuals, can choose that purpose, that 'thing', that gives each of us joy. When we achieve that 'thing', we become happy and can lead positive, inspirational lives. When we do that 'thing' in peace with others, we can build monuments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-7690490497939725543?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/7690490497939725543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=7690490497939725543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/7690490497939725543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/7690490497939725543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/06/stonehenge-and-power-of-peace.html' title='Stonehenge and the power of Peace'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SEQAkU43ezI/AAAAAAAAASo/qEygzpJKVhA/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-848379334209849450</id><published>2008-05-29T22:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:52:27.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire, and the voice of GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SD91i4voesI/AAAAAAAAASI/1KZe4J10YpE/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SD91i4voesI/AAAAAAAAASI/1KZe4J10YpE/s320/sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206008936471755458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened today; I heard the voice of GOD! Loud and clear. No confusion, and he said, "Stop, Drop, and Roll!"&lt;br /&gt;Okay, its not the first time I heard things, but what is clear is I understand how most people confuse the word of the their creator with subconscious instructions meant for survival. All our lives since being small children, we remember these lessons, and they get buried into the subconscious of our being. So many influences of TV, friends, family, and just noise of our every day lives that we do not notice or remember what our brains retain or ingest. Then something happens, a trigger, a moment of clarity.&lt;br /&gt;Its the same type of training that soldiers go through, and its very much like the repeated discipline that it becomes a natural response of a martial artist.  Only when an average person responds its seems mystical, or spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;Its doing the exact right thing in a split second that turns an emergency into a minor event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SD90VovoerI/AAAAAAAAASA/6eO2M9NoJKg/s1600-h/sunset+on+mars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SD90VovoerI/AAAAAAAAASA/6eO2M9NoJKg/s320/sunset+on+mars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206007609326860978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I set myself on fire. It was an accident, more likely a stupid human trick of fate. I was in the yard and there is a pile of brush and sticks that need to be cleared. As with most of my solutions, I go straight to clear by fire. Only I didn't have any starter or lighter fluid so,... I poured some gasoline on the sticks. Took my propane torch and Whooosh, instant FIRE!&lt;br /&gt;Well, the pile wasn't catching so I thought I would pour more gas on the other side, and before I did it I stood and thought this could be dangerous, and I wish I had some lighter fluid, but I went ahead and I think I dripped some on the left side of my clothes got a little on my arm, didn't think and as I poured gas on the side that wasn't burning, everything caught the flames.&lt;br /&gt;I looked down and saw my shorts catch and in an instant watch as my arm hair flashed and saw my forearm catch on Fire.&lt;br /&gt;I stood there for a second going,.. wow my arm is on fire,... huh,...Fire,...Oh, SHIT, I'm on fire,... ahhh,.. I throw the gas can,... started to run, and thought now what,,...then it came,.. in a loud voice totally in my head,..STOP,Drop,and ROLL!    I was lying on the ground looking about and no more fire.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my arm and saw no hair! Then felt a sting, pain, and it registered I just burned myself, looked back, and nothing important was burning, nothing out of control, ...house,...go to shower, stripped and washed didn't wipe the the arm just let the water pour on it. I then calmly toweled,...and looked for burn cream, no burn cream, but had skin moisturizer. Slathered it on in goop's. AHHH, cool, ...after I got a cool drink I then settled on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;I did get some burn cream from my fiance', when she came home. As it turns out, I do have some blistering, but mostly everything is minor. I can laugh at myself now, and everything seems sort of unreal,...I remember grade school sitting the the classroom listening to firemen teaching us what to do in case of a fire. I remembered. School was never a wasted event. I never stop learning, and always hope never to be in life threatening situations, but its good to know what to do. I remember giving someone the Heimlich while they were choking in a restaurant one time. I never thought I would be saving myself from,... myself.&lt;br /&gt;She always worries when a travel on the scooter, now she is worried about leaving me alone at home in the back yard. (Shaking her head)&lt;br /&gt;I just lost my ability or my person choice to make independent decisions. Everything must be presented to her before being preformed. Soon, I will not be allowed to dress myself before leaving the house, but that's a story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SD91r4voetI/AAAAAAAAASQ/hqTq1Jw6r2A/s1600-h/tree116small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SD91r4voetI/AAAAAAAAASQ/hqTq1Jw6r2A/s320/tree116small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206009091090578130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas, ...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-848379334209849450?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/848379334209849450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=848379334209849450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/848379334209849450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/848379334209849450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/05/fire-and-voice-of-god.html' title='Fire, and the voice of GOD'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SD91i4voesI/AAAAAAAAASI/1KZe4J10YpE/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-267507824454518054</id><published>2008-05-20T12:37:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:19:28.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>$5000  dollars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SDOarEgw1KI/AAAAAAAAAR4/PkC6yhcdJaI/s1600-h/earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SDOarEgw1KI/AAAAAAAAAR4/PkC6yhcdJaI/s320/earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202672059279266978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a glimpse into the future of humans. They died.&lt;br /&gt;They went extinct and died because of un-natural regression, stupidity and failure to see past un-necessary decadence. There came a time in the United States when the class or wealthy system of capitalist corrupt by insecurity turned to inbreeding and waste. Yet, because they controlled the decisions of the country, the economy collapsed, and created a world economic disaster. Instead of wise investing and promotion of research on new ideas, innovation and solving humanitarian issues. The wealthy turned into themselves became self-absorb ingrates, and promoted their own bloated egos, and lifestyles. Many went to Las Vegas and drown in greed. Many fell into self induced comas.&lt;br /&gt;The average working class had little alternatives, and became the new poor. The rich demoralized and corrupted banking. In the 1980's a CD saving certificate had a APR yield of 9% over 6 months. By 2008;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;" class="subject"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If someone  buys a CD $5000 for 6 months 3.35%APR. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?  84 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;Gasoline jumped over 60% in less than a year, and no politician was impeached or executed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old poor could build a house with $5000, or just buy a house, or any number of used vehicles. $5000 was usually two months wages for most of the working poor in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;So what else does $5000 dollars buy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SDOXb0gw1HI/AAAAAAAAARg/FQXh71BsSWc/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SDOXb0gw1HI/AAAAAAAAARg/FQXh71BsSWc/s320/girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202668498751378546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you are a politician or business man in New York, these two girls for one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are a cyclist and just want a new bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SDOXm0gw1II/AAAAAAAAARo/bEEmC68qo0o/s1600-h/5000bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SDOXm0gw1II/AAAAAAAAARo/bEEmC68qo0o/s320/5000bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202668687729939586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet, in Las Vegas $5000 gets you a Hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SDOXskgw1JI/AAAAAAAAARw/GJa1aJJcR4s/s1600-h/ht_burger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SDOXskgw1JI/AAAAAAAAARw/GJa1aJJcR4s/s320/ht_burger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202668786514187410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If they can charge $5000 dollars for a hamburger, then there is a demand for it and that means more than one person is paying for this meal.&lt;br /&gt;In Africa $3.00 buys a mosquito net so children can slept at night without getting malaria.&lt;br /&gt;I once drove from Key West Florida, to the Columbia River Gorge in the State of Washington on $76.00 and two gas credit cards. That is across an entire continent people. That was in 1992. I spent 12 weeks doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Global Warming, Arctic meltdown, and Pole Shift can not come fast enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-267507824454518054?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/267507824454518054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=267507824454518054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/267507824454518054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/267507824454518054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/05/5000-dollars.html' title='$5000  dollars'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SDOarEgw1KI/AAAAAAAAAR4/PkC6yhcdJaI/s72-c/earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-7340515333117751832</id><published>2008-05-18T10:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T01:11:55.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing for Extraterrestrials</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SDEJYUgw1FI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1ZAMurWkK_Y/s1600-h/stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SDEJYUgw1FI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1ZAMurWkK_Y/s320/stars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201949358017270866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyday more people of the Earth discover the social networks of the Internet. The globalization of the mass media has shrunk the planet, and many of the Earth's people are just beginning to awaken to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ideology&lt;/span&gt; of interconnectedness. We have always been connected, and because of geographic short sightedness modern humans have not embraced this notion. Only now are people beginning to visualize this truth.&lt;br /&gt;Most people only believe what they can see. Many others only believe the actions of people are able to speak or determine the true nature of that person.  The saying is meant to define how personal interactions of people are more important than their words. Yet, now most people are beginning to use videos to express themselves. Good or bad, these videos speak volumes of the nature of people.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody to one extent or another subtly believe that the universe was built around them. They believe that they are somebody of importance. Read any blog, and it is true. Every human wants to be heard. When very small they are socialized to believe that they can make a difference, they can contribute to humankind. Most universities, and institutions of higher learning are founded upon this principle, and find it necessary to perpetuate the fallacy. Yet, only a select few humans, be means of status or wealth fulfill this grandiose socially designed mission. The truth is that humans on a universal scale and independently, by themselves are very insignificant species. There have been several other more important species to live, flourish, and then die on this planet. The Earth is billions of years old, and humans are a mere blip, a passing moment in the time of the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SDEK30gw1GI/AAAAAAAAARY/sq_CHKoyxHM/s1600-h/saturns_sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SDEK30gw1GI/AAAAAAAAARY/sq_CHKoyxHM/s320/saturns_sisters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201950998694777954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The illusion of the Internet entertains us, and can enlighten the human race to achieve a more significant role in the universe. The Internet is a tool, to unite the people of the Earth. This union of people or the means to become a single collective of people is the most important thing the Internet can do. Unfortunately much of its use is for frivolous pursuits. Many people put themselves out into cyberspace without regard for who sees, or how it is to be used.  Older generations of humans are very afraid of this form of exposure. They guard privacy, and remember times when speaking their thoughts could be used against them.&lt;br /&gt;A very attractive female mayor in some town in Oregon, USA placed pictures of herself on the Internet. Harmless pictures in a bathing suit, a moment used to boost her own self esteem, and I'm positive her significant other approved. Yet, these pictures were used against her in some propaganda by jealous rivals to oust her out of a job. A debate of morality ensued and she lost her position as mayor. Ironically she did good things for the town, and did the job of mayor well.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is emotions. Fear.&lt;br /&gt;The coming changes for human societies are only going to increase. Climate change is real, and will challenge the people of the earth on their very need to survive. Communication needs will increase, and personal privacy is only going to diminish. Yet, until societies evolve some privacy and discretion is necessary for a time. Until the time when there are global moral codes, mutual understandings, and ethical behavior between all races of human, there can not be a complete abandonment of personal privacy. The time will come when this caution will not be necessary, and people will be able to freely express themselves without fear of repercussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SDEJQEgw1EI/AAAAAAAAARI/G23-NU-M7l8/s1600-h/athens-opening-ceremony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SDEJQEgw1EI/AAAAAAAAARI/G23-NU-M7l8/s320/athens-opening-ceremony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201949216283350082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has to, because the Earth has lived a very sheltered existence within the universe. One day soon it will no longer be that way. Humans are not alone in the universe. They are also not the most important species. Humans must learn tolerance, or they will be exterminated. Climate change is not only about the human relationship with other humans it is also a reflection of the human relationship with its planet. I have been privileged to live in a generation of humans that were the best educated in the old system. Raised to do math without calculators, write in complete sentences, and challenged to reinvent modern human society. This generation has only just begun, and will not finish until the humans of the Earth are of one people of many colors. We also may live to see the end of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bumbas&lt;/span&gt;, ...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-7340515333117751832?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/7340515333117751832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=7340515333117751832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/7340515333117751832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/7340515333117751832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/05/writing-for-extraterrestrials.html' title='Writing for Extraterrestrials'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SDEJYUgw1FI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1ZAMurWkK_Y/s72-c/stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-6014911703742930705</id><published>2008-05-06T23:09:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:08:44.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May Day and the Fairy People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SCEnIkaF41I/AAAAAAAAAQo/_QebaWsUMO8/s1600-h/mooncolors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SCEnIkaF41I/AAAAAAAAAQo/_QebaWsUMO8/s320/mooncolors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197478473127813970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hah ha! I'm baaack. Been hanging out in the Fairy realm celebrating May Day. No easy task mine you, lots of supernatural transformations, dimensional trans-teleportation and plain old avoiding the black-hole pit traps set by under developed lesser species of fundamental hypocritical Christians.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the weekend with a serious group of extra-terrestrial, who inhabit a piece of terrestrial space, they call Sproutwood, a organic co-op farm. It is a thriving experiment in communal living using a modern practical approach to sustainable community farming. Most of the organic produce grown on the farm is sold in local supermarkets on Earth. They promote practices that are teach Earth friendly living, and work with the outside community teaching classes on astronomy, solar energy, and straw-bale building construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SCEovUaF43I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tUe0sAHVYXE/s1600-h/feiry+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SCEovUaF43I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tUe0sAHVYXE/s320/feiry+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197480238359372658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, hovering outside of the festival grounds in lower atmospheric space were protesters. One of their complaints was that global climate change is near, and the children tying ribbons around the maypole were anti-christian. Oh, and the over 100,000 people visiting were acting against God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice a solar year Sproutwood farm celebrates living in harmony with the Earth. The beginning of the spring planting season, May day, with the Fairy Festival, and then again in the fall, with the harvest festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is a fact that May Day, which the children do enjoy with all vibes, is not an overly prominent holiday in America. Yet, it does have a long and notable history as one of the world's principal festivals. The origin of the May Day as a day for celebration dates back to the days, even before the birth of Christ. And like many ancient festivals it too has a Pagan connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SCEoSUaF42I/AAAAAAAAAQw/aEETfFukCUw/s1600-h/feiry+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SCEoSUaF42I/AAAAAAAAAQw/aEETfFukCUw/s320/feiry+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197479740143166306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the Druids of the British Isles, May 1 was the second most important holiday of the year. Because, it was when the festival of Beltane held. It was thought that the day divides the year into half. The other half was to be ended with the Samhain on November 1. Those days the May Day custom was the setting of new fire. It was one of those ancient New Year rites performed throughout the world. And the fire itself was thought to lend life to the burgeoning springtime sun. Men, with their sweethearts, passed through the smoke for seeing good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SCEqIkaF44I/AAAAAAAAARA/IwUf4kkTlIs/s1600-h/feiry+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SCEqIkaF44I/AAAAAAAAARA/IwUf4kkTlIs/s320/feiry+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197481771662697346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then the Romans came to occupy the British Isles. The beginning of May was a very popular feast time for the Romans. It was devoted primarily to the worship of Flora, the goddess of flowers. It was in her honor a five day celebration, called the Floralia, was held. The five day festival would start from April 28 and end on May 2. The Romans brought in the rituals of the Floralia festival in the British Isles. And gradually the rituals of the Floralia were added to those of the Beltane. And many of today's customs on the May Day bear a stark similarity with those combined traditions. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Roots of May Day celebration in America:&lt;br /&gt;The Puritans frowned on May Day, so the day has never been celebrated with as much enthusiasm in the United States as in Great Britain. But the tradition of celebrating May Day by dancing and singing around a maypole, tied with colorful ribbons, survived as a part of the English tradition. The kids celebrating the day by moving back and forth around the pole with the ribbons or streamers, choosing of May queen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fairies, according to the Scoto-Celtic belief, are a race of beings, the counterparts of mankind in person, occupations, and pleasures, but unsubstantial and unreal, ordinarily invisible, noiseless in their motions, and having their dwellings underground, in hills and green mounds of rock or earth. They are addicted to visiting the haunts of men, sometimes to give assistance, but more frequently to take away the benefit of their goods and labours, and sometimes even their persons.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b face="times new roman"&gt;Faerie :  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;from the Latin term for "fate" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;fata&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;), faeries (or fairies) are a "host of supernatural beings and spirits who occupy a limbo between earth and heaven" (Guiley). This is in recognition of the skill faeries had in predicting and even controlling human destiny. Faeries could be either good or evil creatures, and at various points in history have been confused with witches and demons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SCEm8UaF40I/AAAAAAAAAQg/COnIEBDwiKg/s1600-h/Fairies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SCEm8UaF40I/AAAAAAAAAQg/COnIEBDwiKg/s320/Fairies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197478262674416450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess this would explain the protesters. They were just "Dark Fairies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-6014911703742930705?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6014911703742930705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=6014911703742930705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/6014911703742930705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/6014911703742930705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-day-and-fairy-people.html' title='May Day and the Fairy People'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SCEnIkaF41I/AAAAAAAAAQo/_QebaWsUMO8/s72-c/mooncolors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-7283399183446636403</id><published>2008-05-01T11:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:06:26.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labyrinth prison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBn34UaF4xI/AAAAAAAAAQI/MTaEI7Bwrcc/s1600-h/comet_swan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBn34UaF4xI/AAAAAAAAAQI/MTaEI7Bwrcc/s320/comet_swan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195456192071459602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There a place that souls go when they are trespassing on the wrong plane. Its a place in astral space that soul watcher's put 'souls' in when they are not where they are suppose to be. Its like the ball room at McDonald's play land. Usually, they tap into your subconscious tell you to pee, and then you wake up very groggy, and usually wetting your pants or your bed.&lt;br /&gt;This is the Dummies Guide from Labyrinth Prison.&lt;br /&gt;The Labyrinth really isn't a prison for souls, but a area of conscious space set aside for the wondering, bobble-heads of Astral plane travel. Think about Harry Potter when reciting the wrong words when he was traveling by floom powder. He ended in the wrong alley way until Hagrid found him. Its similar in the aspect that there are entities watching over wayward 'beings', who haven't quite mentally developed or grasped, where the 'conscious body' (soul) is at, and why it is very far away from its terrestrial 'body' vehicle. After all humans are very confused on what exactly reality is, and how it works, never mind that fact that humans know very little about their "true" selves as beings.&lt;br /&gt;A quick reminder; humans are many 'bodies' operating in a terrestrial vehicle (body) that live on many planes of existence. Unfortunately, most human behave and believe they live only on "Earth", and anything else is magic, nonsense, insanity, or angels and GOD type stuff. Wrong. Dreaming is an example of one of the human 'subconscious' (bodies) walking around for fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;So believe it when others talk about the "Dream Police".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBn4AUaF4yI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AOS5aglN4ZE/s1600-h/flying-car-new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBn4AUaF4yI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AOS5aglN4ZE/s320/flying-car-new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195456329510413090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now sometimes, they (dream police/'Astral entities'/watchers) will play tricks on repeat offenders (travelers), its a way of testing to see if you are legitimately confused, reckless, drug induced, or just not capable of unsupervised travel. Once they determine your conscious classification they will guide you onto the proper super astral highway or send you to Labyrinth prison. For your own protection. It can be scary if you are wrongly classified, or not picked up by the correct entity.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes if the wrong entity finds you they will cause serious stress on the nervous system. In small cases these people can entrap your conscious essence for a prolonged period of time. On this, the terrestrial plane, it is referred to as a coma. Paralyses, and in rare instances death for the living body can occur.&lt;br /&gt;This is why drugs, are not to be tampered with in spiritual studies. They should never be experimented with unless there are cultural controls in place that train the user for a control travel. Traveling to outer or 'inner' planes is serious business. So, NO DRUGS!&lt;br /&gt;The entities that live or 'operate' on those planes act as teachers, guides, and traffic control officers for the new traveler.&lt;br /&gt;On this terrestrial plane, "Earth", there are organizations, and very ritualised studies that train people to travel safely into the astral and ethereal planes of consciousness. It takes years of training, mental conditioning, and concentration to perform these acts regularly. Rest ashore though as travel training starts out, and as it is in its growing stages for the beginners, there are many safety spots and various degrees of 'beings' looking out for new travelers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBn4IUaF4zI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NPHlTUxeWjs/s1600-h/skycar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBn4IUaF4zI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NPHlTUxeWjs/s320/skycar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195456466949366578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, if you find yourself trapped in a "dream scape", locked in a room with no doors or exits, just look for a bathroom, begin to wet yourself, and wake-up knowing the Astral police just released you from Labyrinth prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbas,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-7283399183446636403?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/7283399183446636403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=7283399183446636403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/7283399183446636403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/7283399183446636403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/05/labyrinth-prison.html' title='Labyrinth prison'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBn34UaF4xI/AAAAAAAAAQI/MTaEI7Bwrcc/s72-c/comet_swan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-1333502776279339257</id><published>2008-04-30T00:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:58:46.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get  IT, Grab  IT, and Hold-on to  IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBf1PEaF4vI/AAAAAAAAAP4/bozInTbAghA/s1600-h/magic+in+space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBf1PEaF4vI/AAAAAAAAAP4/bozInTbAghA/s320/magic+in+space.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194890334425178866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An 11 year old seeing Shakespeare for the first time, was asked during intermission, "do you understand what is being said?" She replied, "not really, but its like good music, sometimes you have to hear it a couple times before it sinks in."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have thought about this statement for a while. It so profound, … an 11yr old girl gets IT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Children often teach more than is credited, and it also reminded me about a song. Bruce Springsteen wrote the song, ‘Reason to Believe.’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Take a baby to the river Kyle William they called him&lt;br /&gt;Wash the baby in the water take away little Kyle's sin&lt;br /&gt;In a whitewash shotgun shack an old man passes away take the body to the graveyard and over him they pray Lord won't you tell us,&lt;br /&gt;Tell us what does it mean&lt;br /&gt;At the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Humans it is believed by many are born perfect, with all the knowledge of the universe within. As they grow and are socialized, they loose some of their innocence, their purity. Adulthood, like this song verse is backwards. Why would Babies have any sins, when born?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People are always looking for hope, meaning or purpose, and are usually disappointed because they do not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Often there are small moments, examples, mostly overlooked in everyday social interactions that are so enlightening, and inspiring. Yet, adults go past them as if they can not be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We see good deeds and cry; we see harmful things and shrug.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We walk through our homes and seldom really notice what is in the pictures hung on the wall.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The media of America will salivate and comb every last detail of a fallen celebrity or an inspiring politician, yet spend very little time or just a few minutes on a good deed, or even a miracle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBf1GkaF4uI/AAAAAAAAAPw/vHDaeTWu-II/s1600-h/black_lightening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBf1GkaF4uI/AAAAAAAAAPw/vHDaeTWu-II/s320/black_lightening.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194890188396290786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, the Boss sings;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by the highway in a ditch&lt;br /&gt;He's lookin' down kinda puzzled pokin' that dog with a stick&lt;br /&gt;Got his car door flung open he's standin' out on highway 31&lt;br /&gt;Like if he stood there long enough that dog'd get up and run&lt;br /&gt;Struck me kinda funny seem kinda funny sir to me&lt;br /&gt;Still at the end of every hard day people find some reason to believe”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBf1WkaF4wI/AAAAAAAAAQA/J6B-O6xtKfs/s1600-h/rain+lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBf1WkaF4wI/AAAAAAAAAQA/J6B-O6xtKfs/s320/rain+lily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194890463274197762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If a child can get IT, why can’t humans keep it when they are older?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;IT, is believing without asking.&lt;br /&gt;IT, is the patience to listen.&lt;br /&gt;IT, is not passing judgment before hearing all of the words spoken.&lt;br /&gt;IT, is giving respect to something or someone unknown without having to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…and IT is what grownups need now to fix all the things that are causing suffering. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bumba, Dee, Da,…Happy Trails!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-1333502776279339257?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1333502776279339257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=1333502776279339257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1333502776279339257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1333502776279339257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/get-it-grab-it-and-hold-on-to-it.html' title='Get  IT, Grab  IT, and Hold-on to  IT!'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBf1PEaF4vI/AAAAAAAAAP4/bozInTbAghA/s72-c/magic+in+space.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-6492714335732989847</id><published>2008-04-28T22:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:16:48.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution in  crayon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBaESEaF4tI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0zuG0GRSBOo/s1600-h/oldest-known-planet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBaESEaF4tI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0zuG0GRSBOo/s320/oldest-known-planet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194484666174137042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this and thought it was important to pass on,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Religion a Figment of Human Imagination&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Humans alone practice religion because they're the only creatures to have evolved imagination. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That's the argument of anthropologist Maurice Bloch of the London School of Economics. Bloch challenges the popular notion that religion evolved and spread because it promoted social bonding, as has been argued by some anthropologists. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Instead, he argues that first, we had to evolve the necessary brain architecture to imagine things and beings that don't physically exist, and the possibility that people somehow live on after they've died. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Once we'd done that, we had access to a form of social interaction unavailable to any other creatures on the planet. Uniquely, humans could use what Bloch calls the "transcendental social" to unify with groups, such as nations and clans, or even with imaginary groups such as the dead. The transcendental social also allows humans to follow the idealised codes of conduct associated with religion. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"What the transcendental social requires is the ability to live very largely in the imagination," Bloch writes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"One can be a member of a transcendental group, or a nation, even though one never comes in contact with the other members of it," says Bloch. Moreover, the composition of such groups, "whether they are clans or nations, may equally include the living and the dead." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Modern-day religions still embrace this idea of communities bound with the living and the dead, such as the Christian notion of followers being "one body with Christ", or the Islamic "Ummah" uniting Muslims. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuck in the Here and Now&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No animals, not even our nearest relatives the chimpanzees, can do this, argues Bloch. Instead, he says, they're restricted to the mundane and Machiavellian social interactions of everyday life, of sparring every day with contemporaries for status and resources. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And the reason is that they can't imagine beyond this immediate social circle, or backwards and forwards in time, in the same way that humans can. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bloch believes our ancestors developed the necessary neural architecture to imagine before or around 40-50,000 years ago, at a time called the Upper Palaeological Revolution, the final sub-division of the Stone Age. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At around the same time, tools that had been monotonously primitive since the earliest examples appeared 100,000 years earlier suddenly exploded in sophistication, art began appearing on cave walls, and burials began to include artefacts, suggesting belief in an afterlife, and by implication the "transcendental social". &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Once humans had crossed this divide, there was no going back. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"The transcendental network can, with no problem, include the dead, ancestors and gods, as well as living role holders and members of essentialised groups," writes Bloch. "Ancestors and gods are compatible with living elders or members of nations because all are equally mysterious invisible, in other words transcendental." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing Special&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But Bloch argues that religion is only one manifestation of this unique ability to form bonds with non-existent or distant people or value-systems. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Religious-like phenomena in general are an inseparable part of a key adaptation unique to modern humans, and this is the capacity to imagine other worlds, an adaptation that I argue is the very foundation of the sociality of modern human society." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Once we realise this omnipresence of the imaginary in the everyday, nothing special is left to explain concerning religion," he says. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chris Frith of University College London, a co-organiser of a "Sapient Mind" meeting in Cambridge last September, thinks Bloch is right, but that "theory of mind"  the ability to recognise that other people or creatures exist, and think for themselves  might be as important as evolution of imagination. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"As soon as you have theory of mind, you have the possibility of deceiving others, or being deceived," he says. This, in turn, generates a sense of fairness and unfairness, which could lead to moral codes and the possibility of an unseen "enforcer" - God  who can see and punish all wrong-doers. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Once you have these additions of the imagination, maybe theories of God are inevitable," he says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBaEJ0aF4sI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1um-JGyzm94/s1600-h/EvolutionOfMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBaEJ0aF4sI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1um-JGyzm94/s320/EvolutionOfMan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194484524440216258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imagination is just a vehicle of perception. As humans evolved past primates they 'perceived' that they were different, they did not know how to describe this feeling of difference, they created art to describe feelings, as language developed they still could not adequately describe this feeling, this perception,... the faculty developed was imagination. Humans have a NEED to explain something before moving on to the next distraction. Humans need to compartmentalize their lives for some unknown reason. It assists them with multitasking, and complex social structures. I agree with this hypothesis, Humans needed and need an explanation for something unexplainable it became or has become religion. Now, we need to explore the next phase, the uniting of this perception of unknowable to the knowable and evolve into a new species of 'Being'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBaECkaF4rI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Q87L7eb_KWQ/s1600-h/ch-plants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBaECkaF4rI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Q87L7eb_KWQ/s320/ch-plants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194484399886164658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba, Dee, Da,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-6492714335732989847?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6492714335732989847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=6492714335732989847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/6492714335732989847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/6492714335732989847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/evolution-in-crayon.html' title='Evolution in  crayon'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBaESEaF4tI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0zuG0GRSBOo/s72-c/oldest-known-planet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-1132935102781990753</id><published>2008-04-27T23:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:48:22.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBVIkkaF4pI/AAAAAAAAAPI/n-Ts44gLk8Q/s1600-h/jupiter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBVIkkaF4pI/AAAAAAAAAPI/n-Ts44gLk8Q/s320/jupiter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194137538327339666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thomas Jefferson once wrote that the key to personal liberty is self reliance, and self sufficiency. He also had 200 slaves at his residence working to keep up his property.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder much these days if freedom and liberty are still possible. The closest example of self sufficiency I have to observe are the Amish farmers, yet, even they rely on a community for survival. Humans are truly social creatures. Modern convenience allows humans greater amounts of time for personal pursuits, the physical fitness industry is a direct result of humans having more time for themselves. Time for movies, time for hobbies, and time just to listen to the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBVIdkaF4oI/AAAAAAAAAPA/AB9N5uHekrM/s1600-h/Drops-Of-Rain-On-My-Window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBVIdkaF4oI/AAAAAAAAAPA/AB9N5uHekrM/s320/Drops-Of-Rain-On-My-Window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194137418068255362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring rains are always the best. They bring out more flowers, contain rolling thunder storms, and more green things to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBVIqUaF4qI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/J8te_JSElvY/s1600-h/newzealand_milford-sound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBVIqUaF4qI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/J8te_JSElvY/s320/newzealand_milford-sound.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194137637111587490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba, Dee, Da,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-1132935102781990753?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1132935102781990753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=1132935102781990753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1132935102781990753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1132935102781990753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-rain.html' title='Spring rain'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBVIkkaF4pI/AAAAAAAAAPI/n-Ts44gLk8Q/s72-c/jupiter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-2132970562714099035</id><published>2008-04-24T00:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T01:37:50.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need more Quality time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBAY4kaF4lI/AAAAAAAAAOo/bqnRcLssu9o/s1600-h/comet_swan_wilder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBAY4kaF4lI/AAAAAAAAAOo/bqnRcLssu9o/s320/comet_swan_wilder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192677730483036754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nonsense of the process, pictures of space, talk of Gods, Pagans, and weird stuff. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because the quality of life for most humans is dying, they will miss it, and nobody cares. I met a man in a $600 suit sitting in a Burger King. He was an important fellow, but tired. He was making okay money, but he has no quality of life, he said. Something was on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;I talked with a human friend of mine, he was stressed he was making plans, people were letting him down, work was getting hectic, and all he could think about was finding a little time to himself.&lt;br /&gt;Turning on the talking box of pictures, and gasoline price rises daily, people globally are hording food. Yet American political leaders are spending billions of dollars just to get elected so they can go on game shows, and dance in bars in New Orleans. People are giving them money voluntarily to do these things. They go bowling, and drink beer to seem like one of the people who can not afford gasoline to go to work. Thousands of people choosing to pay electric bills or buy food to eat.&lt;br /&gt;It is not meant to be fixed. Thousands of more people are making plenty of money. All this exists to confused and make people forget,...to keep them working, so the money machiine doesn't stop,...&lt;br /&gt;Need people forget that there are flowers blooming, children playing, and birds singing, I watched bumble bees today fly from flower to flower. Life continues outside the television boxes. Turn it off for a couple of days, and then turn it back on and the same people seem to say the same things they said three days before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBAZDkaF4mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/tiw9tqhtYhQ/s1600-h/PikeRiver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBAZDkaF4mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/tiw9tqhtYhQ/s320/PikeRiver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192677919461597794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Process was to remind people that their focus determines their reality. Life is hard, it wasn't given to be overlooked. Life isn't complicated either. Too much information distracts from the big picture, it shrinks the view. Politicians can get away with almost anything because most people are only focused on working,... for them its just a job, and that is okay. Yet, make decisions that improve the quality of the life you are living. Once you take care of your own house then you can worry about someone else's. Just turn off the television for a day or two. Live in the back yard or park for those days. Enjoy the moments, look up and see the stars. Those things don't cost any money. Time spent in silence or in talking matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBAZMUaF4nI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QH8LHD-nFv8/s1600-h/spring_flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBAZMUaF4nI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QH8LHD-nFv8/s320/spring_flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192678069785453170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got on the pan-dimensional scooter for a time, tuned-in to the Widespread Panic, ended up in Kingston near a river. Never been there before,... lots of cherry blossoms, people getting ice cream, others just fishing,... Call it a mental health day. Good times,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba, Dee, Da,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-2132970562714099035?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2132970562714099035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=2132970562714099035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/2132970562714099035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/2132970562714099035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/need-more-quality-time.html' title='Need more Quality time'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SBAY4kaF4lI/AAAAAAAAAOo/bqnRcLssu9o/s72-c/comet_swan_wilder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-3343248807747608608</id><published>2008-04-22T21:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:08:44.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Process: Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SA6Yn0aF4kI/AAAAAAAAAOg/h7c1AkXek4s/s1600-h/soho_sun_earth_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SA6Yn0aF4kI/AAAAAAAAAOg/h7c1AkXek4s/s320/soho_sun_earth_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192255230255161922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We interrupt the scheduled blog for news from Earth Day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unidentified Flying Objects were reported on the national news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As we try to be more informed on our Carbon footprint, PLEASE take a look at our junk surrounding the planet from space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SA6WO0aF4hI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SaaR1CQBHCk/s1600-h/space+junk+two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SA6WO0aF4hI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SaaR1CQBHCk/s320/space+junk+two.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192252601735176722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now once we find your song, this manuscript, these blueprints, we then must find a way to produce it, and develop it into a story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Remember it is your story, your house, your fate, your destiny, or goal. It is doing God’s work; obey the laws of our father, our eternal truth of following the Buddha way. The next step is discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Discipline is getting things in motion. It is the movement behind the dream or idea. Discipline is actually setting the goals, organizing, and then carries them out. It is creating some positive habit that can be done daily without fail. It is doing something every day that gets you moving in some direction. Some people it might be as simple as doing the dishes and taking a shower. Other people might start an exercise program. It might be as complicated as all of these and more. What ever the goal may be it has to be in writing and you must spend time attempting to do it each and every day. Sometimes a regular habit of cleaning your dwelling or your living space can be just as therapeutic as running a mile every morning. The goals can be as simple or as lofty as you believe you can achieve. Much depends on your time, and your environment. What tools, money, or other things that is available for you to use. What are your immediate needs? Not wants but needs. Are they being met? Do you have food, a job, or love? Are you happy? Are you Sad? If your needs are being taken care of, then examine or think about your wants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When starting out the important thing is to keep your ideas, simple, then start to build in habits in layers. We poured the foundation earlier, and now this is the first set of bricks, and they must be measured and carefully put into place. This is our outline for everything that comes after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;First positive habit:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;taking a shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Next habit: some exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Next habit: morning meditation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Next habit: planning for the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Next Habit: getting the kids breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Next habit: going to work, looking for work, etc…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At some point in each day, time must be set aside for giving Thanks. Giving recognition to your higher power. Some form of exercise. Walking up the stairs instead of the elevator. Something. Then schedule a time for you. All of these must be done each day everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Giving thanks 2-5 minutes. Exercise 15-20 minutes. Time for yourself 20-30 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These are just examples and can be lengthen to whatever means or goals you set but all must be included into your plan. All of these things must be repeated. His time to yourself can be the time you revisit the goals you have written down. It can be a journal of your experiences and feelings while going through this transformation. This is the process. This is how you get what ever it is you want done. Setting time, documenting, spending time meditating on it, getting to know you. If the goal is getting closer to GOD then it is taking to time to do so. Meditation in whatever form is focusing, or simply time spent thinking about things that are going on. Sometimes it is not thinking about things. Yet this is a significant part of the process, and that 20 minutes time for you is Huge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Writing things down, and keeping track of your progress is the next step in the Process. It can be to doodled outline, or a journal, or a spreadsheet, put into an electronic device, but it must be something you can look to, or look at, or add to in physical form. You need to revisit your goals until they become unthinkable habits. Like drinking coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in the morning. It is just something you now do on a regular basis without thinking. Until then, write it down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Each habit or layer is like turning a new page in a book. Each step you take, and repeat is a new course in the song you are trying to compose. As each day passes it takes hold of you and one day you wake up to a beautiful life. How can we not feel joy when all these possibilities are coming your way? Time does heal all wounds. Yet, by processing your time, it can create a new life. Open the life that is hidden inside. It just happens, you wake up and one day you open up the windows in this Process, this self -transformation, and you shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SA6YQEaF4iI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ytjkiaa1Tk0/s1600-h/moon+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SA6YQEaF4iI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ytjkiaa1Tk0/s320/moon+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192254822233268770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba, Dee, Da,...Happy Trails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-3343248807747608608?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/3343248807747608608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=3343248807747608608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/3343248807747608608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/3343248807747608608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/process-part-iii.html' title='The Process: Part III'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SA6Yn0aF4kI/AAAAAAAAAOg/h7c1AkXek4s/s72-c/soho_sun_earth_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-6737553183904768500</id><published>2008-04-21T21:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:04:19.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Process: Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SA1GzUaF4eI/AAAAAAAAANw/LmjtCDSFui8/s1600-h/rising+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SA1GzUaF4eI/AAAAAAAAANw/LmjtCDSFui8/s320/rising+moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191883792893469154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Personal surroundings are asking the questions where am I at socially, economically, and answers what tools you have at your disposal. These are the things that are going to determine the path you will travel to get wherever it is you want to go. Do you live in a city, are you a lawyer, student, housewife, caregiver, or homeless. Do you speak the primary language of your country? By answering these things you can determine a course of action. Find out what are your needs, and wants. It’s a sense of direction. These are the building blocks of our home, our personal temple, our sense of self, and self worth. Write down your questions, spend time with your answers find the answers, because you cannot proceed in life until all those an answered. You will always return to them over and over during the course of life.&lt;br /&gt; Time and again we will get the wind knocked out of our sails, something will happen to send us into panic or sadness. How we respond to those events determines the lasting effect for our future. I believe that our bodies are a vessel, or a mobile house for our spiritual core. Some would call this an eternal soul, others the blue spark of life. Whatever the term it is eternal, and it is a reflection of god, or a higher power and it has a higher purpose. We, as humans, need to bring out that purpose in the actions of living our lives. The process I talk about is a way of finding that purpose regardless of what ever it is to each person. If your souls purpose is to get food because you are starving then here is how you do it. Go look for food. Don’t sit down, go hunt, beg, work or forage for it, but go and do it. If you want to be closer to God, take time, and go and do it. Define it. Seek, and he will come to you if you really want him to come. He will teach you the value of faith, but prolonged faith will lead you to believe in the Divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SA1GqkaF4dI/AAAAAAAAANo/ok0hla2qf9Y/s1600-h/hourglass_nebulae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SA1GqkaF4dI/AAAAAAAAANo/ok0hla2qf9Y/s320/hourglass_nebulae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191883642569613778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each of us has a story inside, a written manuscript, and a roadmap given to us at birth. The only way to find the manuscript for your story, or read the road map is to determine what is in your heart. By honest and truthful examination, of every event that has been in your life, and then answering what is in our heart? Good, bad, indifference, hurt, pain, joy, and desire. Answer that, and you are on to the next step in the process.&lt;br /&gt;This examination will be repeated over and over again, and must be done periodically until we listen. If you fail to identify what is in there, your heart, then you will continue to make the same mistakes you currently make. You will repeat patterns, until you listen to it. This is, in part, what is meant by turning it over to GOD. What ever is in your heart is the roadmap of your life. It is where you find your bliss, and every time you ignore it, you will loose your path in life. Once we listen, accept everything about limitations, our weakness, and ourselves only then do we find faith. Only then do we have access to the divine, and only then can we read the roadmap to travel our life path, or read the blueprints to build our house.&lt;br /&gt; Finding your heart is the same as finding a spiritual center. It is paramount to finding permanent solutions to your problems. Faith is the mortar we use for the building blocks we identified earlier. By giving into the inclinations of our hearts, we can tap into our faith in the divine, and find the right mix of portions to lay the first layer of bricks over a human structure. Even faith in you can be a spiritual experience. It worked for Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SA1G40aF4fI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NIFUnloBzls/s1600-h/calla-lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SA1G40aF4fI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NIFUnloBzls/s320/calla-lily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191883887382749682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to be continued,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba, Dee, Da,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-6737553183904768500?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6737553183904768500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=6737553183904768500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/6737553183904768500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/6737553183904768500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/process-part-ii.html' title='The Process: Part II'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SA1GzUaF4eI/AAAAAAAAANw/LmjtCDSFui8/s72-c/rising+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-1037068895203657247</id><published>2008-04-20T17:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:25:37.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Process: Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAuyeMpG5vI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7eT6e1R2tyY/s1600-h/jaygabany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAuyeMpG5vI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7eT6e1R2tyY/s320/jaygabany.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191439227334092530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Human Life Process:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How life works and what we can do to enjoy it  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;or My house: Observations from my backyard&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;or The Process: How we help ourselves build our temple.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Bill Phillips:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Life gives us a choice you can learn to overcome challenges or&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;succumb to them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;There is a mechanism in our lives that determines everything we do, and even our destiny. This mechanism is involved in every aspect of our lives. There are some people that will say it the will of a higher power, and others call it fate, but it is more than that simple. As with all It can be a rite of passage, your life’s journey, a goal, an idea or even a dream, regardless of how small or big the endeavor the rules that control this mechanism are the same. It’s a process in motivation and self-determination. This process can be termed as goal setting, time management, finding your dreams, picking your self up, following your bliss, finding god, the Buddha self and simply recovery. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The Process is another way of stating how to motivate you. It also describes a way of building of a personal foundation. How to pick yourself or some else up after a traumatic event, and a way to end a depressing cycle in your life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Three keys elements and the first step in this process are identifying personal beliefs, personal heritage, and personal surroundings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What do I believe? Who are you? Where did I come from? What are my roles, status, friends and job?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAuyycpG5xI/AAAAAAAAANg/fYAnvEG9az4/s1600-h/wind-river-range-72064-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAuyycpG5xI/AAAAAAAAANg/fYAnvEG9az4/s320/wind-river-range-72064-ga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191439575226443538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until you can answer all of these questions, completely, then you cannot go onto the next step.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Personal beliefs can be what you believe or how you believe. Is there a higher power? Do you believe in a God, or Buddha, or Allah? Personal belief is your spiritual foundation. Everything from how you eat or view the world comes from this spiritual ideal. Your connection to this something is at the core of your prolonged happiness, and how you proceed in times of distress. How can your recover, and why go on, if there is no reason or simple belief that you can get help. Helping yourself is one thing, yet when no one is around who do you talk to? Yet, for some people that was an easy question to answer so the next question was about personal heritage.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Personal heritage are you family ancestors, from where you do you come. Its an another sense of balance, and can be a huge amount of strength when facing life’s challenges. An orphan or an adopted child may have a harder time determining this, not that the question is always on the back of their minds, and coming to some answer is the only way to stop the mental dialog. It can detract from focus, and not knowing creates doubt of ability.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bob Marley: you can’t know your future until you know your past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAuylspG5wI/AAAAAAAAANY/Pu9CvqTKulw/s1600-h/BobMarley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAuylspG5wI/AAAAAAAAANY/Pu9CvqTKulw/s320/BobMarley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191439356183111426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;Where as personal beliefs give you a sense of perspective and help you interpret all that happens to you. Personal heritage gives you the strength to carry out your task. It tells you who you are. It is this cultural ideal that gives you the push when ours are pushing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba, Dee, Da,...Happy Trails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-1037068895203657247?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1037068895203657247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=1037068895203657247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1037068895203657247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1037068895203657247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/process-part-i.html' title='The Process: Part I'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAuyeMpG5vI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7eT6e1R2tyY/s72-c/jaygabany.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-1949552567768392142</id><published>2008-04-18T00:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T01:38:04.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction to 'The Process'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAgy-CubVmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/C00IqJ6xcGA/s1600-h/neat+light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAgy-CubVmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/C00IqJ6xcGA/s320/neat+light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190454612009375330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the moon moves to full, so does also the potential for unseen powers to expand. A life of clarity requires the most serious of mindfulness and intention. When meditation can not settle the spirit, individuals must turn to other means for patience, and soulful peace. I speak of music. The universal language, of Blues, Soul, Gospel, and ageless wonder. Just Listen to it!&lt;br /&gt;This planet is filled with many currents of vibration, conflict, and extremes. While the yogi's path is direct, and straight as an arrow pointing up. The life of a magi is not. Filled with switchbacks, curves, and sometimes dead ends. Human life is a labyrinth only complicated by other human interaction. Yogi's will hide under the guise of freedom, taking their lives into the wilderness, the mountains, and into the desert. Other's seeking spiritual endeavours may seek shelter in monastery's, churches, and remote compounds.&lt;br /&gt;The pseudo practitioners will always surface, as cults, or lust after the innocent declaring their own selfless needs for sex as a divine right. They are filled with sickness.&lt;br /&gt;The path of the magi is one of charity. Though they seek openly the noble silence of solitude, their purity to service requires them to sacrifice. All disciples from all disciplines of spiritual pursuits seek enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAgzGSubVnI/AAAAAAAAANA/bkK297gzI3A/s1600-h/the+light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAgzGSubVnI/AAAAAAAAANA/bkK297gzI3A/s320/the+light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190454753743296114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Any person who searches for answers, then asks with purity of heart, will find them answered. They will see glimpses of the future, feel the promise of spiritual peace, and understand that what is unknowable. Yet, the true prize for this knowledge comes after a period of service to bring other humans into the fold of positive light.   This is like the apprenticeship stage of their training. It is a slippery time, filled with small triumphs, a testing period for devotion of unrelenting faith, and the lessons heart-filled charity.&lt;br /&gt;If they are truly grateful, and are continuously blessed, then those who are of light will give easily to others, in attempt to show them the light. Darkness will always ask for trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the measured life of those who lead, have acted as Shepard, shamans, guides and prophets.&lt;br /&gt;What they leave before going onto the other worlds, sides, space, and realms is a blueprint for humans to follow. A guidebook on how to live as a human, and evolve into a being of light. At minimum, it will be recognised as a plan for 'How To' live here on earth. Most people today term this life map or path, "The Process".&lt;br /&gt;This is merely the introduction. This blog will attempt to outline and relay one method or two on how "The Process" works, and possibly how can work for others.&lt;br /&gt;It is, this discussion, solely a matter or lacked matter of real adventure. It is possibly a disguised form of mental fornication that "The Process" is even going to be explored, but explore it we will. Why?  Why, even print such nonsense as all this is in print?  Because like the  climber said to the hiker before going to the top of the mountain,  "becuz, its there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAgzNyubVoI/AAAAAAAAANI/xIy2zGxCGHk/s1600-h/liftoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAgzNyubVoI/AAAAAAAAANI/xIy2zGxCGHk/s320/liftoff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190454882592315010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba, Dee, Da,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-1949552567768392142?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1949552567768392142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=1949552567768392142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1949552567768392142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1949552567768392142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/introduction-to-process.html' title='Introduction to &apos;The Process&apos;'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAgy-CubVmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/C00IqJ6xcGA/s72-c/neat+light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-2472444115527197314</id><published>2008-04-15T23:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:11:04.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAV7FyubVjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TfI0rPS28tc/s1600-h/imagine+cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAV7FyubVjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TfI0rPS28tc/s320/imagine+cloud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189689485060429362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="CommonContainer"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="BasicContainer"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="Middle"&gt;&lt;div id="Content"&gt;&lt;div id="LyricsShow" class="Section"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="SongText"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was just sitting,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooo...&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;Way up high.&lt;br /&gt;There's a land that I heard of,&lt;br /&gt;Once in a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;Skies are blue.&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dare to dream,&lt;br /&gt;Really do come true.&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll wish upon a star,&lt;br /&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Where troubles melt like lemon drops,&lt;br /&gt;High above the chimney tops.&lt;br /&gt;That's where you'll find me.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;Bluebirds fly.&lt;br /&gt;They fly over the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;Why then - oh, why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAV7TCubVkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vXbuED1O97E/s1600-h/rainbow6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAV7TCubVkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vXbuED1O97E/s320/rainbow6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189689712693696066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I see trees of green, red roses too.&lt;br /&gt;I watch  them bloom  for me and you.&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself,&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I see skies of blue and I see clouds of white.&lt;br /&gt;The brightness of day and light, darkness of night.&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself,&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Are also on the faces of people passin' by.&lt;br /&gt;I see friends shakin' hands, saying "How do you do!"&lt;br /&gt;They're really sayin' "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;I hear babies cry and I watch them grow.&lt;br /&gt;They'll learn much more than I'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself,&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll wish upon a star,&lt;br /&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Where troubles melt like lemon drops,&lt;br /&gt;High above the chimney tops.&lt;br /&gt;That's where you'll find me.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;Way up high.&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly over the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;Why then - oh, why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;Oooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAV7_CubVlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Q2CT_ECm4zo/s1600-h/artworkImagination01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAV7_CubVlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Q2CT_ECm4zo/s320/artworkImagination01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189690468607940178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div id="LinkAdvert"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Bumba, Dee, Da,...Happy Trails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="Footer"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/center&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-2472444115527197314?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2472444115527197314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=2472444115527197314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/2472444115527197314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/2472444115527197314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-good-day.html' title='Just a Good Day'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAV7FyubVjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TfI0rPS28tc/s72-c/imagine+cloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-8755201032333948029</id><published>2008-04-15T00:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T01:14:27.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Endor and the Redwood Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAQ4VyubVgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zLaEwMGcoVw/s1600-h/man+cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAQ4VyubVgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zLaEwMGcoVw/s320/man+cloud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189334617682564610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not much to say about motivation. Motivation is completely following an idea until its conclusion. That's about it. The process goes; have an idea, do it, done. Motivation is the 'do it' part of the process. When I was 9 solar years, a Cherokee friend of mine asked what is it that I wanted to do in my life time. (Travel off this planet) Yet, the answer I gave at the time, was to see the big trees, Redwoods and Sequoias before they disappeared. It took 17 solar years, but I did get to see them.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people beings may get a little distracted from nonsensical barriers of everyday life. People place them constantly in front of themselves, go to do this, can't do that, it would be irresponsible, and these are the people without kids. Yet, there will always be something to inspire, and for myself it is the trees. Does not matter where, how many or how far, the sight, smell, and memory of the Redwoods will always make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAQ4hyubVhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CvF5H8Tq_CY/s1600-h/Wawona_Tree_PC_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAQ4hyubVhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CvF5H8Tq_CY/s320/Wawona_Tree_PC_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189334823840994834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="ttl05"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Presence of Trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="ttl06"&gt;by Michael S. Glaser&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="txt05" style="text-align: left; margin-left: 85px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; I have always felt the living presence&lt;br /&gt;of trees&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;the forest that calls to me as deeply&lt;br /&gt;as I breathe,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;as though the woods were marrow of my bone&lt;br /&gt;as though&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I myself were tree, a breathing, reaching&lt;br /&gt;arc of the larger canopy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;beside a brook bubbling to foam&lt;br /&gt;like the one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;deep in these woods,&lt;br /&gt;that calls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;that whispers home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAQ4CSubVfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZWMa0Qz4p6E/s1600-h/bigtrees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAQ4CSubVfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZWMa0Qz4p6E/s320/bigtrees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189334282675115506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first place away from home was in a tree. A fort my friends and I built when I was small. I sat in a tree for two weeks when my grandfather died. Alone far away I was on one Christmas, no friends or family to cheer. I sat in Redwood forest for that day.&lt;br /&gt;The snow was two or three feet high on the drive into the area of the Redwwod forest. Once inside the forest it changed, the air was pure, warm, and all sound was filtered from the trees. No snow reached the ground under the canopy. Except when a branch gave way to a load of snow. The thud was very distinctive as it hit ground. Under the trees it was moist, without being wet, and a small stream flowed freely without any signs of ice. I took off my coat and used it as a chair. I believe I slept for a little while, I can't remember, but I do know I never felt alone again.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a seed no bigger than that of a tomato, a Redwood tree may grow to a height of over 370 feet, with a trunk width of 22 feet or more at its base. Imagine a 35-story skyscraper in your town and then you may have an inkling of how big these trees grow. Not only do they grow, but many live for thousands of years.&lt;br /&gt;Its truly a wonder, uniquely American, and definitely something that needs to be seen at least once in a lifetime. The trees I describe are mere children to the trees that were taken and cut down, in the 1800's. Once there were trees called Mammoth Pines, that can now only be seen in pictures. This interpretive forest with twenty men standing side by side on top of a single stump.&lt;br /&gt;George Lukas created a place called Endor, a forest moon. I surely hope that there are planets with trees such as this, and my future will rest in their tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAQ4oiubViI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eqf4-tu-gn0/s1600-h/treehouse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAQ4oiubViI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eqf4-tu-gn0/s320/treehouse1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189334939805111842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba, Dee, Da,...Happy Trails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-8755201032333948029?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8755201032333948029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=8755201032333948029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/8755201032333948029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/8755201032333948029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/endor-and-redwood-trees.html' title='Endor and the Redwood Trees'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/SAQ4VyubVgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zLaEwMGcoVw/s72-c/man+cloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-5142498711892555682</id><published>2008-04-11T01:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T03:32:43.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lotus and my Attachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_8PtfOWmcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/OKVt8x_2NS8/s1600-h/cygnus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_8PtfOWmcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/OKVt8x_2NS8/s320/cygnus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187882569904331202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had stopped one evening and had this discussion with a Buddhist monk. I read from time to time, and as this blog site is built, I study humans. When it was over I discovered that even Buddhist monks can make mistakes. It is not my nature to provoke, but it is my nature to ask questions. Sometimes asking the right question can bring the wrong response.&lt;br /&gt;Buddhist believe that the world or life contains suffering, suffering has a cause, and the cause can be known, that suffering can be brought to an end, and the path to end suffering has eight, folds, laws or parts. Also, suffering is caused by attachment. What I have found throughout my travels is that the right question can cause anyone, even the most devout, to suffer doubt. When this occurs, then who ever that person is will seize up and start repeating their mantra, or quote the only things they believe to be true. Its as if their brain computer locked-up. (this is also symptom of Brainwashing)&lt;br /&gt;After this discussion, I have found that even some Buddhist can be too attached to their teachings, and forget how to 'free think' through a problem. Which saddened me because I was just having an enlightened discussion, and trying to learn more about Buddhism. I was not trying to provoke, just wanted input, a free exchange of knowledge. Yet, even some Buddhists have human feelings, and emotion. Even a Buddhist can experience suffering, which I guess is a  HUMAN trait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_8PZ_OWmbI/AAAAAAAAALw/WKAAsSz9ZWY/s1600-h/cumberlandlightning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_8PZ_OWmbI/AAAAAAAAALw/WKAAsSz9ZWY/s320/cumberlandlightning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187882234896882098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We starting discussing some idea on how the notion of Gratitude being trans-formative, (meaning how being grateful is transmitted) which I expressed is the same as expressing complaint. Basically, how people think or feel transforms into the type of life they are choosing to live. Example:&lt;br /&gt;Imagine two people. One person is asked to spend ten minutes each morning and evening expressing gratitude (for which there is always something to be grateful), while the other person is asked to spend the exact same amount of time practicing complaining (there is, after all, always something to complain about). It goes like one person, "I hate my job, why can't I make more money, the dogs next door are always making noise!" The other person, "what a great day it is, I'm glad to have the opportunity to work, and what a terrific meal I ate today!" Now carry this on for year, and what you have is one person who has reaffirmed all their negative stuff rather than letting it go, while the other person you have practicing gratitude will be a very grateful person. In a nut shell; what you practice is what you are. The practice and the goal of practice are identical, the cause and effect are one reality. So, by simply expressing gratitude, we can change our lives and the way we see our lives.&lt;br /&gt;So, I learned something, and stated that I just evolved. He said I could not have evolved because I don't exist. That we just are, and that is that. Well, I disagreed. I also believe in evolution, and in reincarnation. The monk referred to reincarnation, as rebirth, and all semantics aside, I do exist. Life is abundant. The reality most people see may not be exactly as it really is, but it exists. The lesson above is just a prime example that there is something that does exist, and it can be changed. If something is changeable than evolution is occurring. Because evolution is just another word for change. Moment by moment. He could not agree, and basically he could not agree because it was not one of the noble truths. Its okay to agree to disagree, and I left it at that, and later I re-thought about the conversation and somewhere in there WAS a noble truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_8PL_OWmaI/AAAAAAAAALo/nBDZAogId6w/s1600-h/TibetanYinYangMandala_matted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_8PL_OWmaI/AAAAAAAAALo/nBDZAogId6w/s320/TibetanYinYangMandala_matted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187881994378713506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I am not a good Buddhist. I believe in self-sufficiency, and I have attachments that bring me joy. My pan-dimensional scooter for one. I have attachments to the people in my life that challenge me and invite me to live with them and sometimes beside them. It is with them and this experience that the unattainable, is attained, ... it exists, .... and it is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Good being a matter of opinion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba, Dee, Da,... Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-5142498711892555682?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/5142498711892555682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=5142498711892555682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/5142498711892555682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/5142498711892555682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/lotus-and-my-attachment.html' title='The Lotus and my Attachment'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_8PtfOWmcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/OKVt8x_2NS8/s72-c/cygnus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-430368430196120935</id><published>2008-04-09T23:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:50:02.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman and my Utility Belt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_2YPfOWmVI/AAAAAAAAALA/_Dss5kgxBSg/s1600-h/lunar_eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_2YPfOWmVI/AAAAAAAAALA/_Dss5kgxBSg/s320/lunar_eclipse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187469737647839570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some people are just totally connected to gadgets. Starting when men are small boys, they all dream of spinning webs like Spider-man, flying like superman, and having Batman's utility belt. It is the ultimate male accessory, that and a really cool cape.&lt;br /&gt;Its the reason why blackberry's are so popular. Its useful, requires some skill, but more importantly its a gadget. Men like gadgets. Somehow, a byproduct of humans new technology based information transfer society is the necessity for carry-all devices like that of purses, and backpacks. So why not have utility belts.  Most Americans already carry keys, eyeglasses (sunglasses), wallets for credit cards and Id's. Yet, now they also carry cell phones, music devices, headphones, and charging cords. It is only going to get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_2ZsPOWmZI/AAAAAAAAALg/_dkn7WQ51wU/s1600-h/Seattle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_2ZsPOWmZI/AAAAAAAAALg/_dkn7WQ51wU/s320/Seattle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187471331080706450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Seattle Public Utilities estimates that 360 million disposable bags are handed out in the city every year; most of them plastic. Plastic bags are virtually indestructible, taking years to break down and commonly ending up in landfills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So now the city is proposing a 20-cent fee on disposable shopping bags at grocery, drug and convenience stores. Their plan announced last Wednesday also calls for a ban on foam take-home containers, plates and cups at restaurants. They say paper and plastic bags and foam containers are bad for the environment, and they hope charging a fee will encourage people to bring reusable bags when they shop.&lt;br /&gt;If you look in most supermarkets they sell reusable shopping bags, and then some stores carry small pouch type bags that fit on a belt loop or belt, then unfold into a large carry bag for newly bought items. Its fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_2YgfOWmXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/h64tjtkWeUI/s1600-h/cool+bats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_2YgfOWmXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/h64tjtkWeUI/s320/cool+bats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187470029705615730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The utility belt makes complete sense though unlike Batman's with grappling hooks and razor sharp boomerangs there are enough items to complete the package. It starts with cell phone, music player, spare battery pack / charger, flashlight, multi-tool, grocery bag / pouch, small water bottle, butane lighter, and just enough room for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;digital camera. This is everyday leaving the house type stuff, if there is an outdoor hike or camping to be done, the list only gets longer. Personal first aid kit, small rain poncho, personal GPS, and signal devices. In some cities, people will also carry person oxygen masks for high smog days. Is it spinning out of control, or are human males just substituting gadgets for bows, arrows, and large hunting knives? Maybe or maybe not, but its better for humans to carry these gadget things than swords, guns, and bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba, Dee, Da,... Happy Trails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-430368430196120935?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/430368430196120935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=430368430196120935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/430368430196120935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/430368430196120935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/batman-and-my-utility-belt.html' title='Batman and my Utility Belt'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_2YPfOWmVI/AAAAAAAAALA/_Dss5kgxBSg/s72-c/lunar_eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-4505445420312820885</id><published>2008-04-08T23:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T01:21:56.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death of Treasure Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_xKJv-BeGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-p_A5gKH7Yc/s1600-h/big+spiral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_xKJv-BeGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-p_A5gKH7Yc/s320/big+spiral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187102402179856482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time there was plenty of time to venture aimlessly, wonder the countryside, and explore; um, ...oh, that was yesterday. In the day, or 'back in the day', while my colleagues and I were discovering the new world, and looking for treasure, we had a way of traveling that isn't done much anymore. We followed the coin.  There was a driver, a navigator, and a keeper of supplies.  All very essential roles to the excursion, yet the navigator was in charge of the treasure hunt, and the coin. The driver is never the navigator, and seldom in charge of the supplies.&lt;br /&gt;Finding treasure has many definitions to many different people, but for the traveler it is always the discovery of new found places, new territory, or a town of wonder. This is the treasure of traveling, and the marvel of exploration is usually unplanned, unimagined pockets of unforeseen fun. Its the unknowable execution of heading into one direction, and stumbling into a random events. Its going out looking for a yard sale and finding an art festival. Going to the hardware store and stopping for a parade. That's travelers TREASURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_xKu_-BeHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/R0TY3mFW3c8/s1600-h/treasure+map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_xKu_-BeHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/R0TY3mFW3c8/s320/treasure+map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187103042129983602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the coin is traveling by random chance. Flip the coin once, heads turn left, flip again tails turn right, and never repeat the same road once traveled. The object is to cover as many miles as possible or until FUN has been found. Never flip the coin in a town or city, and always follow roads with double yellow lines when completely lost. Yet the object of the coin IS to get completely lost! Usually fun is found by some random unexpected cause, event, or a newly discovered possible future destination.&lt;br /&gt;If there is a destination to get to then, Rand McNally invented these things called road maps, and they are only to be used if traveling out of state, or more than two hours away from the starting point.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, most traveling today is just not that random. humans are wired in and programmed with GPS, and Satellite navigation systems. At any given time everybody knows exactly were they are in any given place. Unfortunately again, with cell phones, everyone is also track able; good for parents with children, bad for hide-n-seek. There was time when I remember my parental Earth mother was a CB'er. She belong to a club, a group of people who's only common interest was talking on CB radio. They would go out on weekends and play CB radio hide-n-seek. Driving in a certain mile radius with everybody chasing one car, who would park and hide, then give out clues for the others to find them. Sometimes they would hide near some party or event, and then everyone unknowingly would end up at the place to be. I believe the  drinking of many beverages were involved, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, even the compass is no longer used to find a position on the planet. The real reason for that is GPS, or the Global Positioning System.  Utilizing a series of at least 24 satellites that transmit precise signals, the system enables a GPS unit to determine its, speed, location, direction, and time.&lt;br /&gt;What GPS hides and why it is globally necessary is that the poles of the Earth have shifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following was published by National Geographic in 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"December 15, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   Santa better check his compass, because the North Pole is shifting—the north magnetic pole, that is, not the geographical one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New research shows the pole moving at rapid clip—25 miles (40 kilometers) a year.&lt;br /&gt;Over the past century the pole has moved 685 miles (1,100 kilometers) from Arctic Canada toward Siberia, says Joe Stoner, a paleomagnetist at Oregon State University.&lt;br /&gt;At its current rate the pole could move to Siberia within the next half-century, Stoner said.&lt;br /&gt;"It's moving really fast," he said. "We're seeing something that hasn't happened for at least 500 years."&lt;br /&gt;Stoner presented his team's research at the American Geophysical Union's meeting last week in San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;Lorne McKee, a geomagnetic scientist at Natural Resources Canada, says that Stoner's data fits his own readings.&lt;br /&gt;"The movement of the pole definitely appears to be accelerating," he said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last winter another article was written again by National Geographic or maybe Time magazine. I have not found copies of the article, but basically the Earth has shifted far enough that the North Pole just isn't where a compass points, or it is, but it just isn't where global maps say it should be. Is this a sign of things to come? Some people believe in 2012 the poles of Earth will flip and end life as it exists today. Most of the Humans may not survive, but other Earth life will continue. The human survivors will then have to relearn how to interact with the planet, find clean water, plant food crops, and explore for habitable places to live. But, its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_xM5_-BeII/AAAAAAAAAK4/hQPMtcvLBGo/s1600-h/mars2003_roverSpirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_xM5_-BeII/AAAAAAAAAK4/hQPMtcvLBGo/s320/mars2003_roverSpirit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187105430131800194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These are basic human traits, survival, curiosity, and exploration. So, while there is still time, let's grab a coin, and go look for treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba, Dee, Da,...Happy Trails!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-4505445420312820885?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/4505445420312820885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=4505445420312820885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/4505445420312820885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/4505445420312820885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/death-of-treasure-hunting.html' title='The Death of Treasure Hunting'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_xKJv-BeGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-p_A5gKH7Yc/s72-c/big+spiral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-3251049737706794446</id><published>2008-04-06T17:01:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:09:14.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Light, the Lotus, and bugs in the Goggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_m1pv-BeDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/K9AzMMykwS4/s1600-h/lots+of+stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_m1pv-BeDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/K9AzMMykwS4/s320/lots+of+stars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186376174749710386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pan-dimensional scooter can take you many places, but most importantly it just gets one out of the house and into the world. While speeding through towns, farms, and miles of open road, a small danger awaits. It snaps one out of the zone, reinforces the need for silence and keeping the mouth shut. This danger are Insects and Bugs. As the weather gets warm they will only multiple in turn increase the danger of splat.&lt;br /&gt;Splat, smears, and stings are only a small drawback, and not one to keep any true rider grounded, but one good hard splatter can keep one away from the zone. The zone is a portal into other worlds and transcendental nirvana. Splatter is also the sound of a kill. Some life form committing suicide, or just happening into an area of negative karma. Somehow humans can not help but get themselves into situations that require decisions of life and death.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus a young prophet continuously preached for non-violence. Moses another messenger presented two tablets with 10 rules for humans to follow as conduct for living in a civilized society. Ten simple rules that go over looked by most humans, and by not even attempting to follow these few rules, humans keep all others from reaching their next step in evolution. While living before the time of Jesus, Siddhartha, the Buddha,  discovered 4 noble truths:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-First: Life contains suffering.&lt;br /&gt;-Second: Suffering has a cause, and the cause can be known.&lt;br /&gt;-Third: Suffering can be brought to an end.&lt;br /&gt;-Forth: The path to end suffering has eight parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_m1xP-BeEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Fgd8HCTPMWc/s1600-h/hand-of-fatima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_m1xP-BeEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Fgd8HCTPMWc/s320/hand-of-fatima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186376303598729282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These truths  are a summery for what it is to live as a human being. People of European decent have trouble in excepting that human living is that simple. They built cities and complicated social networks and layers just to complicate their living conditions. It made them happy to struggle and then competed with other humans for entertainment. As populations grew a need to keep peace followed and the 10 commandments came into being. It was a system for living together in peace. It was then that the notion of thy shall not kill became an expression preached by many who lived.&lt;br /&gt;It was this simple human conviction that elevated their societies into partnerships with other living societies. A notion that is just as relevant today as ever in any time before. It is this choice that humans can make that separate their species from that of other animals. Thy shall not kill is a choice. It is not to say that in times of life threatening events humans do not have a right to survive nor does it mean that humans can not defend themselves from harm. Yet, in modern social living, honestly how often do we encounter life threatening situations? These situations do exist, but we can choose how they end. Life is a choice.&lt;br /&gt;As far as the bugs in my goggles? All the human prophets, and messengers from above have given the promise that if all recognize this gift of life as that, a gift, cherish it and honor it. Then, there is life for each soul after the body has died. Buddha stated that there are eight ways to end our suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Right view or perspective&lt;br /&gt;-Right intention&lt;br /&gt;-Right speech&lt;br /&gt;-Right action&lt;br /&gt;-Right livelihood&lt;br /&gt;-Right effort&lt;br /&gt;-Right mindfulness&lt;br /&gt;-Right concentration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In existence since 1959, the Universal Life Church has congregations around the world. Their common thread is adherence to the universal doctrine of religious freedom:  &lt;p class="bigtxt"&gt;"Do only that which is right".&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Every person has the natural right (and the responsibility) to &lt;b&gt;peacefully&lt;/b&gt; determine what is right. They are advocates for religious freedom."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the only real issue from this point forward for the people of the Earth. Peace and Universal acceptance with all its human citizens. Animals kill out of the need for survival. People do have the right to kill for food as long as it does not put the Earth's ecosystems out of balance. Life, death, and renewal are all part of the circle of life. The Earth is but a small part. More bugs will be born, and some may end their time in this life on windshields or in the mouths of birds. It is the way things are, the best humans can do is make the most of the time that is given to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_m1_P-BeFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2oF9boiKs6g/s1600-h/one+worldchurch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_m1_P-BeFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2oF9boiKs6g/s320/one+worldchurch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186376544116897874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Humans must rise above hurtful pursuits, then think about how they relate to the world and become a significant part in healing this Earth. The first step is to forgive themselves, forgive their trespasses, and forgive those who trespass against them. To be mindful of each moment gives each person the ability to effect change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba, Dee, Da,... Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-3251049737706794446?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/3251049737706794446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=3251049737706794446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/3251049737706794446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/3251049737706794446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/light-lotus-and-bug-in-goggles.html' title='The Light, the Lotus, and bugs in the Goggles'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_m1pv-BeDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/K9AzMMykwS4/s72-c/lots+of+stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-3564260766448575829</id><published>2008-04-05T20:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:17:54.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plant a billion trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/47e41762de588f93/47f816b093a2b3fa/47e41762de588f93/fbf28f2e/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-3564260766448575829?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/3564260766448575829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=3564260766448575829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/3564260766448575829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/3564260766448575829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/plant-billion-trees.html' title='Plant a billion trees'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-9152310821463647049</id><published>2008-04-04T07:28:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T09:39:54.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My vision of Santa Monica By Everclear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_YuJP-Bd_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/A1m2X6w0dD0/s1600-h/red+space+cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_YuJP-Bd_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/A1m2X6w0dD0/s320/red+space+cloud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185382757404080114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling claustrophobic, and more music in my head, I jumped on my pan-dimensional scooter and headed south. While living in a more northern hemisphere south always brings warmth, and comfort. I cranked it into overdrive and slipped on my crystallized sound mnemonic memory device, shuttled to genre, click 80's and teleported into time.&lt;br /&gt;The 1980's were glorious contradictions,  Dick Chaney, Reagan and George Bush ran the country, and ironically this was a future that would be repeated in the new millennium. I shudder when thinking how far back the United States regressed, but it was good to revisit the past and maybe get some incite into the madness that the country has slipped into in the 21 century.&lt;br /&gt;I listened, and in my mind's eye viewed the Cars, Talking heads, Flock of seagulls, Adam ant, the birth of U2. I then raged with the Violent Femmes and the Alarm. Devo whisked away into UB40, AR15, and the General Public. Men at work, and Men without Hats danced with the Clash. At that time Disco and dance was music listen to by the establishment and human cocaine fiends.  While Billy Idol rebelled,  the Zombie controlled humans listened to Billy Jean. Later the puppeteers would use mind altering disco experiments on their own recording artists and make them loose memories of their names, and eventually turn talented African Americans into freaked out white people; poor Micheal Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;The most talented influential artists were destroyed by disillusioned hysteria produced by toxins only the government oversights of Dick Chaney could produce. As time progressed, even the agency cocaine bandits lost or misplaced this technology for mental torture, and would revert back to just shooting dissidents and senators with guns.&lt;br /&gt;There was one group, we now call the Grateful Dead, that found a time chamber in the seventies and isolated themselves with a concoction of marijuana and LSD. They emerged later in the 1990's perfectly preserved, and completely unaware that any time passed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_YuRf-BeAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/t0Q71IUjEaw/s1600-h/VictorTalkingLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_YuRf-BeAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/t0Q71IUjEaw/s320/VictorTalkingLogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185382899138000898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet, that was the 80's. People euthanized themselves with drugs and alcohol because at anytime we could go to war, and the president was crazy enough to use nuclear weapons of mass destruction. It was Fear, and nobody wanted to injected with Aids.&lt;br /&gt;Pockets of youth hid, and secret havens formed; called "Icky Penny's". The skateboards, snowboards, and other inventions, like computers would emerge later in human history to transform the now modern society. I believe today, its those mass communication devices that will save humans from war, and mass destruction. Only the old guard leaders could not control the youth this country then so they use their mental disco cocaine/heroin tactics on lesser developed societies, now. So, it is now a global problem, and the global solutions are transferable by the only universal languages. Cyberspace, video transfer, and Music. Free the music, and we free the creativity to communicate globally. Avoid the Disco.&lt;br /&gt;Invest your time in national public radio (NPR), Indie, world beat, and Reggae. These are the last vestibules of free content, FREE. A revolution is coming, and I need to power down the scooter,...I see the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_Yviv-BeCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5rIoGWWk3kA/s1600-h/ocean1_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_Yviv-BeCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5rIoGWWk3kA/s320/ocean1_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185384295002372130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba, Dee, Da,...Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-9152310821463647049?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/9152310821463647049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=9152310821463647049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/9152310821463647049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/9152310821463647049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-vision-of-santa-monica-by-everclear.html' title='My vision of Santa Monica By Everclear'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_YuJP-Bd_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/A1m2X6w0dD0/s72-c/red+space+cloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-9092971789598357853</id><published>2008-04-03T23:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T00:43:02.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preventing Spontaneous Human Combustion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_Wud_-Bd8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/-0r9BsP4PnY/s1600-h/ig290_sun_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_Wud_-Bd8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/-0r9BsP4PnY/s320/ig290_sun_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185242376398010306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An excerpt from Ariadne's Book of Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Minerals, the jewels and treasures of the earth, are excavated from deep within the Lower World to offer up their radiant qualities and to help us glimpse the spiritual light within. Dreamers have reported being presented with a special crystal, such as an amethyst, in a dream by some wise woman or sage. Such a gift of power may awaken intuition and spiritual vision.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; From within the Lower World, the natural elements may erupt in dreams as weather patterns that offer insight into the mood of the dreamer. These elements have corresponding meanings as they relate to man: fire (passion), water (emotions), air (mind), and earth (the body). As weather, these elements combine to create storms, floods, and winds of all sorts to express our own feelings or moods. Earth activity, such as earthquakes and aftershocks, in dreams may reveal deep emotions or responses to situations that rock our lives. Dreams of tidal waves and hurricanes may offer a magnified picture of our emotions. A stream may represent the flow of life force; a river may indicate vital sexual energy. A cave may be the womb, a mountain peak the crown. Dreams reflect the deep connection between man and the elements of nature."&lt;/p&gt;There is another element within the framework of nature, and it is referred to as ethereal energy, or ether. It is the glue of the universe and the stuff from which all life springs. Some cultures define it as a little blue spark. I bring this up because humans are made from these basic elements. Yes, it is just that simple, and its the blue spark that ignites your soul into a 'being'. Yet, I want to focus on the element of fire. Passion. Anger. Energy, and the notion of spontaneous combustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_Wu5_-Bd-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Xo3Yaizso0Q/s1600-h/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_Wu5_-Bd-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Xo3Yaizso0Q/s320/fire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185242857434347490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Spontaneous human combustion (SHC) is the alleged burning of a person's body without a readily apparent, identifiable external source of ignition.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Many people believe that Spontaneous Human Combustion was first documented in such early texts as the Bible, but, scientifically speaking, these accounts are too old and secondhand to be seen as reliable evidence. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Over the past 300 years, there have been more than 200 reports of persons burning to a crisp for no apparent reason. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Theories about Spontaneous Human Combustion&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Alcoholism - many Spontaneous Human Combustion victims have been alcoholics. But experiments in the 19th century demonstrated that flesh impregnated with alcohol will not burn with the intense heat associated with Spontaneous Human Combustion. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Deposits of flammable body fat - Many victims have been overweight - yet others have been skinny. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Divine Intervention - Centuries ago people felt that the explosion was a sign from God of Divine punishment. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Build-up of static electricity - no known form of electrostatic discharge could cause a human to burst into flames. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- An explosive combination of chemicals can form in the digestive system - due to poor diet. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Electrical fields that exist within the human body might be capable of 'short circuiting' somehow, that some sort of atomic chain reaction could generate tremendous internal heat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How about anger, rage, and fury? Modern English language is filled with expression, and metaphors that are representations of facts. An observation of nature that became a noble truth had to be stated or examined sometime in history, and from there started the examples. Fanning the flames, people need to vent, blowing his top, human combustion is real. Its also very simple. If people can not find a way to let loose from their emotional inputs, then they combust. Its how alcohol use came into being, well that , and boredom.&lt;/p&gt;Most people can not seem to detach from their emotions. Regardless of the feeling, if there is attachment then at some point those emotions 'boil', 'simmer', and must be released through some form. Pinpoint and discover the emotion and its elemental association, think of its opposite, and then releasing mechanism is revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness/joy = water/sun(fire)          Anger/Calm = Fire/water&lt;br /&gt;Delirium(dizziness)/Stillness = Air/ Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_Wum_-Bd9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/5pCWJxz9eJI/s1600-h/ig290_sun_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_Wum_-Bd9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/5pCWJxz9eJI/s320/ig290_sun_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185242531016832978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now the key is remembering a beneficial, solution. When angry don't drink alcohol, because alcohol is flammable. Getting upset, just go and sit by the ocean, a large body of water, then listen to the waves. How many island people or beachcombers do you know that are angry? Think about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba Dee, Da,... Happy Trails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-9092971789598357853?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/9092971789598357853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=9092971789598357853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/9092971789598357853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/9092971789598357853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/preventing-spontaneous-human-combustion.html' title='Preventing Spontaneous Human Combustion'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_Wud_-Bd8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/-0r9BsP4PnY/s72-c/ig290_sun_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-4853608874341268900</id><published>2008-04-03T00:08:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T01:14:55.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding a pan-dimensional Scooter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_RhsP-Bd7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/UyHsE60WboM/s1600-h/galaxy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_RhsP-Bd7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/UyHsE60WboM/s320/galaxy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184876483839096754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to travel through this world and the dimensional galaxy.  Personally, I like to use a pan-dimensional scooter. Its quick, easy and the rider remains in complete control of the trip. The rider can feel the sun, smell the air, and clear the aura.&lt;br /&gt;Riding is a way to free the mind, juice the soul, and connect to the universe. It requires total concentration, and little effort. Many inter-dimensional travelers have recorded phenomenal inner and outer world discoveries while seated in yoga and other meditation positions. The key is total stillness, and dedication of focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_RhX_-Bd6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/zhTDLxxC5F0/s1600-h/radialmotorcycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_RhX_-Bd6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/zhTDLxxC5F0/s320/radialmotorcycle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184876135946745762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unspoken knowledge usually not expressed by other pan-dimensional scooter enthusiasts are the inner world connections consistently made while riding. While yogis  may leave their bodies for astral planes,  it pails in comparison to the constant g forced inner body work that is traveled on a scooter.  A yogi's main ability of travel is concentrated into the single minded transfer of human consciousness into one of the other human 'bodies'; the ethereal body or the astral body. Yet, a rider must simultaneously split the human consciousness into multiple 'bodies' in order to perform all actions required by the pan-dimensional scooter. This is usually only possible by an advanced student of meditation. Welcome to the ultimate of multi-tasked visual experiences. I hear a song;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Almost heaven, west virginia&lt;br /&gt;Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river&lt;br /&gt;Life is old there, older than the trees&lt;br /&gt;Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country roads, take me home&lt;br /&gt;To the place, I be-long&lt;br /&gt;West virginia, mountain momma&lt;br /&gt;Take me home, country roads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my mem'ries, gather 'round her&lt;br /&gt;Miner's lady, stranger to blue water&lt;br /&gt;Dark and dusty, painted on the sky&lt;br /&gt;Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country roads, take me home&lt;br /&gt;To the place, I be-long&lt;br /&gt;West virginia, mountain momma&lt;br /&gt;Take me home, country roads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear her voice, in the mornin' hours she calls to me&lt;br /&gt;The radio reminds me of my home far a-way&lt;br /&gt;And drivin' down the road I get a feeling'&lt;br /&gt;That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country roads, take me home&lt;br /&gt;To the place, I be-long&lt;br /&gt;West virginia, mountain momma&lt;br /&gt;Take me home, country roads&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:.75pt;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Joe/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image001.gif" shapes="_x0000_i1025" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  It's spring, ...the winds are getting warmer,...time to get my boots on, ...instead of a towel I will grab a bandanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_Rg8f-Bd5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/K0TZ-Ahcckk/s1600-h/va_bluer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_Rg8f-Bd5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/K0TZ-Ahcckk/s320/va_bluer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184875663500343186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba, Dee, Da,... Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-4853608874341268900?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/4853608874341268900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=4853608874341268900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/4853608874341268900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/4853608874341268900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/riding-pan-dimensional-scooter.html' title='Riding a pan-dimensional Scooter'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_RhsP-Bd7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/UyHsE60WboM/s72-c/galaxy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-6527676857782046654</id><published>2008-04-02T02:13:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T02:54:41.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning music and the pictured birth of a Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_Mofv-Bd4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZmkVkjIuFjM/s1600-h/new+star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_Mofv-Bd4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZmkVkjIuFjM/s320/new+star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184532121951238018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are just days when I wake up and there are songs going on in my head. Sometimes I don't remember all the words, but that song is just playing. I'm talking no radio or computer or TV, just music. Loud music in my head. Walking around the house just waking up, and my heading is singing. This morning I woke up to Jimmy Cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eh-yeah, wonderful world, beautiful people&lt;br /&gt;You and your girl, things could be pretty&lt;br /&gt;But underneath this there is a secret&lt;br /&gt;That nobody can repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the world and the state that it's in today&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you'll agree we all could make it a better way&lt;br /&gt;With our love put together ev'rybody learn to love each other&lt;br /&gt;Instead of fussing and fighting, cheating, back-biting,&lt;br /&gt;Scandalising and hating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we could have a wonderful world, beautiful people&lt;br /&gt;You and your girl things could be pretty&lt;br /&gt;But underneath this there is a secret&lt;br /&gt;That nobody can repeat - yeah now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man and woman, girl and boy, let us try to give a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;This I know and I'm sure that the love we all could understand&lt;br /&gt;This is our world, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rybody wants to live and be free&lt;br /&gt;Instead of fussing and fighting, cheating back-biting&lt;br /&gt;Scandalising and hating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we could have a wonderful world, beautiful people&lt;br /&gt;You and your girl things could be pretty&lt;br /&gt;But underneath this there is a secret&lt;br /&gt;That nobody can repeat - mmh yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have a wonderful world, beautiful people ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from 'Wonderful World, Beautiful People'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_MoZv-Bd3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/kovv7WIUmzA/s1600-h/bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_MoZv-Bd3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/kovv7WIUmzA/s320/bubbles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184532018872022898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It doesn't stop there, and then you think of other Jimmy Cliff songs, and I can hear the bell, then the bass,  then,"Sitting here in Limbo,....". Yet at some point it will fade, and I will read the news about some group of scientist that spent billions building a particle collider machine that if it "works correctly", will create a Black hole and suck out all the life on Earth. Only a possibility, they say. Then I read other scientist growing Human organs. Spending billions of dollars. Why don't they figure out how to grow food and feed all the starving people, with their billions of dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Any who, as my day went on and the song faded in and out, then it changed to some bass riff do do do do,..to do, do do do do,...to do,... the Allman Brothers,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well, I've got to run to keep from hiding&lt;br /&gt;And I'm bound to keep on riding&lt;br /&gt;And I've got one more silver dollar&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna let them catch me, no&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider&lt;br /&gt;And I don't own the clothes I'm wearing&lt;br /&gt;And the road goes on forever&lt;br /&gt;And I've got one more silver dollar&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna let them catch me, no&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider&lt;br /&gt;And I've gone by the point of caring&lt;br /&gt;Some old bed I'll soon be sharing&lt;br /&gt;And I've got one more silver dollar&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna let them catch the midnight rider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_MoPv-Bd2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/y8bUqUf3r6U/s1600-h/cove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_MoPv-Bd2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/y8bUqUf3r6U/s320/cove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184531847073331042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I kinda enjoy the fact that I can save on electricity with all this going on in my head. By the time I wrote this blog my head was playing Ricky Nelson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm a travelin' man and I've made a lotta stops all over the world&lt;br /&gt;And in every port I own the heart of at least one lovely girl&lt;br /&gt;I've a pretty senorita waitin' for me down in old Mexico&lt;br /&gt;And if you're ever in Alaska stop and see my cute little Eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Oh my sweet fraulien down in Berlin town makes my heart start to yearn&lt;br /&gt;And my China doll down in old Hong Kong waits for my return&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Polynesian baby over the sea I remember the night&lt;br /&gt;When we walked in the sands of Waikiki and I held you oh so tight&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm a travelin' man&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a travelin' man&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a travelin' man&lt;br /&gt;Woe, I'm a travelin' man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;&lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Joe/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image001.gif" shapes="_x0000_i1025" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Who needs an ipod?,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bumba Dee Da,... Happy Trails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-6527676857782046654?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6527676857782046654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=6527676857782046654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/6527676857782046654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/6527676857782046654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-music-and-pictured-birth-of.html' title='Morning music and the pictured birth of a Star'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_Mofv-Bd4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZmkVkjIuFjM/s72-c/new+star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-1495107229761563558</id><published>2008-03-31T16:29:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:49:46.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Happy Trails??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_GdLP-BdzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2AxGHbVD6QI/s1600-h/veil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_GdLP-BdzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2AxGHbVD6QI/s320/veil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184097462670948146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that when humans meet, then say hello, a door of possibilities is opened, and connections are made. When humans say Goodbye, a door gets closed.&lt;br /&gt;First of all humans are more than a vehicle of flesh, but are also many other 'bodies' of being combined within a mobile vehicle of flesh. One or more of those 'bodies' contain all the information that connects humans from their past, to the universe, and to the present. At any given moment all of the 'bodies' within humans are connected to the earth, to the universe, to their higher power (soul or spirit) and constantly together make connections to other humans. It is a subtle energy. Most humans appear to loose their ability to sense most of these connections as they age. When they are new into the world humans are incredibly sensitive to all forms of vibrations.&lt;br /&gt;A vibration are the energy pulses that are emitted from the universe that animate objects and things into life forms. Every form of life or elemental object gives off a certain frequency. Depending upon the frequency determines that form of life. A simple example of this are trees. They have a lower frequency but it is visible during every season, especially in spring as a living being, trees will increase their vibration when the weather warms, and will slow their vibration as the weather cools. Grass has a more rapid frequency given in the rate as it grows, but like trees, grass will lower its life vibration in winter. People do this but it is not as noticeable because humans can't keep still.&lt;br /&gt;Humans can also give or receive, and transmit the vibrations from other life forms, themselves, and from the occupied environment they are place. The more complex the life form, the more complex the vibration, ability, and the higher the frequency that is emitted. Sexual contact, and most flirtations are prime examples of this energy transfer. Also when a human comes into contact with other humans, particularly if that contact is particularly intimate, each human will keep residual traces of that energy transfer for days afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_GdWP-Bd0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/M4vsigMtuO8/s1600-h/auralovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_GdWP-Bd0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/M4vsigMtuO8/s320/auralovers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184097651649509186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What determines the amount of energy that is transferred is dependent upon the level of each encounter between humans. Trust, social setting, and any numbers of ingredients have some determined influence on the energy or synergy transfer. It occurs the very moment when humans greet each other, and because it is so common and ritually performed over the life of humans it becomes less of an event.&lt;br /&gt;Now with that said, all this goes on in small moments, and in chance encounters, so why close the door. If there is a situation that requires closer then by all means, say Goodbye. In most connections made, why not keep the doors open. Some cultures to not have words like goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I also believe in the possibility that humans living now are reincarnations from many lives. Based on the current evolutionary progression of the human species, nature demands that humans must undergo several lives in order to evolve into the species they are capable of becoming. An intelligent species beyond its current limitations of the 'human' body form. There have been past human civilizations much more evolve than the most current adaptation. Still, because of this belief, there will be humans or 'souls' that people meet in this life that have a history or a 'Karma' from previous lives, and new encounters, (friends, loved ones) that we can carry with us into the next life. Yet, in order to do that a 'door' must remain open for that connection to be maintained. Most intelligent cultures recognized this meaning, and therefore, they do not say Goodbye. This is why, every blog on this site ends with Happy Trails.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Trails was a song first made popular by Roy Rogers. In the late seventies and early eighties, the band Van Halen remade the song to go like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bum-ba-dee-da-bum-ba-dee-da&lt;br /&gt;Happy trails to you,&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again,&lt;br /&gt;Happy trails to you,&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling on til then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Who ( oooh ) cares about the clouds when we're together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Just ( aaah ) sing a song an' think bout sunny weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; ...two...three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Happy trails to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Til we meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_GdkP-Bd1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/fNmkv8y7tj4/s1600-h/just+lightning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_GdkP-Bd1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/fNmkv8y7tj4/s320/just+lightning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184097892167677778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When growing up we (people who care for each other) shorten our expression when parting to just say 'Bumbas', which was based on this song.&lt;br /&gt;"...and now you know the rest of the story,..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba Dee Da,...Happy Trails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_Bb4v-BdwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/y_cvLvL7eew/s320/hubble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183744201610852098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any given time in the history of civilization those humans living in that time period actually believe that they are at the pinnacle of human achievement. Pure vanity. Humans have had over 5000 years to practice at getting along and develop as social creatures. Its obvious they failed, but what if they had more time?&lt;br /&gt;Modern humans have been around a lot longer. They have actually had 12000 years since the last time all civilization was wiped out. Yes, civilizations have died, but somehow individual humans have survived.&lt;br /&gt;I will let you in on a little secret. Life is circular. Everything in nature the solar system and the universe in general revolves in a circular pattern.&lt;br /&gt;In 11000 B.C.  on this planet there where several large cities and thriving human civilizations. There was also an extra continent located in the pacific ocean. The continent of MU. There was Atlantis, large populations of people in Bimini, Burma, Egypt, Mexico, Peru, China, and in North America. The Nez Perce Indians and another large group living in the south west area of the new Phoenix valley. Millions of people. Building temples to the gods, or god. The Sphinx was built in this time period. So what happened?&lt;br /&gt;The earth is a living organism, and as a part of this universe runs on cycles. Currently we are in a 13,000 year cycle called the Holocene period, or the time of the last ice age. In 11,000 B.C. there was great upheaval, volcanic activity, climate change and a great flood. The continent of MU fell into or was swallowed by the Pacific ocean, the coastal city or the city at the pinnacle of the then civilization sank into the Atlantic. Soon, earth scientist will find Atlantis located between Cuba ad the Yucatan peninsula. In 2000, Japanese scientist from remnants of the lost continent of MU off the coast of southern Japanese islands. We already know of the other civilizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_BcVf-BdyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jnG5MQQjj7I/s1600-h/mayan-pyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_BcVf-BdyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jnG5MQQjj7I/s320/mayan-pyramid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183744695532091170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;What do the great pyramids, Stonehenge, Mayan pyramids, and ancient Indian temples all have in common?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;Many many things. All these monolithic monuments share structural similarities such as;&lt;br /&gt;1. Celestial alignment.&lt;br /&gt;2. Massive size including massive blocks which were mined several miles away (sometimes many many miles away like stone henge).&lt;br /&gt;3. Cap stones that weighed over 40 tons that are sometimes elevated hundreds of feet.&lt;br /&gt;4. All these monuments were created out of motivation to respect or please the gods.&lt;br /&gt;5. similar building techniques utilizing detailed carvings that would take decades to produce by hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this means is at the time of the last global catastrophe all the world was in communication with each other. Some how, and by some way they knew of one another and traded or shared trade goods. Then destruction, 2000 years of global cold. Then people rebuilt their lives and their cities. I mention this because the end of the current cycle is due to end sometime around 2012. Then the whole thing starts all over again, at least on this planet. So get your towels ready. Welcome, to as the World turns!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_BcAP-BdxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Kv0FDq0Kvsg/s1600-h/hubble-space-telescope-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_BcAP-BdxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Kv0FDq0Kvsg/s320/hubble-space-telescope-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183744330459870994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bumba Dee Da,... Happy Trails!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-9134572627786102400?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/9134572627786102400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=9134572627786102400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/9134572627786102400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/9134572627786102400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/as-earth-world-turns.html' title='As the Earth World Turns'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R_Bb4v-BdwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/y_cvLvL7eew/s72-c/hubble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-3917028604533795735</id><published>2008-03-27T19:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:37:57.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the land of Giants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-w9gv-BduI/AAAAAAAAAHk/cBHqtqqdclw/s1600-h/saturn+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-w9gv-BduI/AAAAAAAAAHk/cBHqtqqdclw/s320/saturn+moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182584904038315746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I met Max I traveled with a four legged, and 5 gremlins. It was the summer of 92' and we were leaving the land of clovers. 1000 miles later I was in the land of Giants.&lt;br /&gt;The summer of 92' was a time when Jerry Garcia was still alive, and the band Nirvana was still mostly underground. Thinking back our society then must seem primitive compared with the technology we live with now. Cassette tape players still ruled car stereos, and there was no Internet. We used word processors, no staples stores and everything in Walmart was mostly made in America. The land of clovers looks over the great river unfortunately the forests there have no sound. No animals. The gremlins and I spent four days lying in large fields of clover just sunning ourselves. That's about it,... 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-w9Lv-BdtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NoUn0V9JyzY/s1600-h/clover05.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-w9Lv-BdtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NoUn0V9JyzY/s320/clover05.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182584543261062866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving west on the concrete highway the car skipped constantly. It worked nicely while playing Bob Seager music, but nothing else was in rhythm. The highway was long straight and flat for nearly 900 miles, we came up to it. The land of Giants.&lt;br /&gt;I felt very much like Alice in wonderland as I entered. Towering above road level was large movements of ground. It was as if a giant tiller had churned a 500 yard wide path from the nearest mountain. It went south as far as I could see. We passed quietly through and climbed to a higher elevation, I looked back. It seemed as if it were some dividing wall, a line in the sand, and in looking back it marks an invisible continental shift.  At this point in the country the road continued to climb. Long 5 mile graded hills then into the high mountains. The color of the land also changed from amber into dark green, and deep blues. I noticed wild horses, buffalo, and finally after 5 days I heard new whispers in the air.  Ah, Good Times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-w9uv-BdvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ipi8tmAPTB8/s1600-h/giants+steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-w9uv-BdvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ipi8tmAPTB8/s320/giants+steps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182585144556484338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba Dee  Da,...  Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-3917028604533795735?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/3917028604533795735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=3917028604533795735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/3917028604533795735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/3917028604533795735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-land-of-giants.html' title='In the land of Giants'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-w9gv-BduI/AAAAAAAAAHk/cBHqtqqdclw/s72-c/saturn+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-1087154761606024409</id><published>2008-03-26T20:53:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:24:22.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving with Max</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-r_Gv-BdrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NcGfUpxYUdQ/s1600-h/apollo+earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-r_Gv-BdrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NcGfUpxYUdQ/s320/apollo+earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182234812664084146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was living in the land of the elders and went for a ride with Max. It was easy to get lost, found and lost again in elder lands. Everything was deceiving. Where life looked empty it blossomed, and where it seems to be full it was not. The elders land was like that, full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;contradictions&lt;/span&gt;, and lessons. Max always found the paths to take and always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delivered&lt;/span&gt; when it counted.&lt;br /&gt;We were heading for rivers of possibilities, but turned into a mirage. we stopped for a break and found some shade, but as I walked towards the trees I suddenly felt my arms left, then I slowly twisted upwards into the air. When I realized I was off the ground I fell. I backed up looked around saw no thing around, and stepped forward. It happened again. I tried not to think, and looked up with my arms out wide my body twisted in a spiral and I heard whispers. When I fell down I walked forward, sat down, and felt very awake.&lt;br /&gt;There are people living in the land of brown frogs who believe in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vortexes&lt;/span&gt; and their healing powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The philosophy of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vortex Healing&lt;/span&gt; is that all of life is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One (One Source, One Consciousness, One Divinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;), expressing Itself as this amazing experience of creation. But because we have lost the awareness of that, we have gotten caught in all kinds of issues that generate disease in our bodies and suffering in our hearts. Our basic experience of life is one of separation, of experiencing ourselves as a particular being that is essentially separate from everything else in creation and separate from the Universal Source of creation. This creates all kinds of issues and false identities that, over time (and lives), imprint or condition every level of our human system—our bodies, our minds, our emotions and even our sense of spirituality. The web of this conditioning is incredibly, almost unimaginably deep, completely distorting our experience of being human. It creates all kinds of emotional distortions and blockages in our human energy system, which generates weakness and physical disease. The intent of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vortex Healing&lt;/span&gt; is to release this conditioning on every level it is found, returning the person to emotional balance and energetic strength, so that health prevails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our experience is that there are ‘divine beings’ who exist outside of our realm of space and time and who live in Oneness as unique expressions or embodiments of divine Source. They are not truly beings, for there is no consciousness of separation—they are simply pure aspects of divinity—and yet for most people, it is easiest to think of them and to relate to them (and to talk about them) as beings. And one of those ‘beings’, who calls himself Merlin, is the power behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vortex Healing&lt;/span&gt;. Merlin embodies the divine quality of ‘magical transformation’, and his intention is to accelerate the evolutionary process of life so that it grows into its full potential and awakens to its True nature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-r_PP-BdsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/sY-bleX4GPg/s1600-h/bermudatriangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-r_PP-BdsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/sY-bleX4GPg/s320/bermudatriangle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182234958692972226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A few earth scientists believe that&lt;/span&gt; the earth is a gigantic crystal that resonates at 7 Hz with harmonic focal points at specific equidistant points.&lt;br /&gt;One of the best summaries is "Anti-Gravity and the World Grid" by David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Childress&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"The Bermuda Triangle &amp;amp; Japan's Devil's Sea are considered anomalies, where unexplained &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;phenomena&lt;/span&gt; occur, such as disappearing ships &amp;amp; planes, &amp;amp; radios &amp;amp; compasses that stop working.&lt;br /&gt;Why are ancient Megaliths placed at specific equidistant points, such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mohenjo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Daro&lt;/span&gt;, Cairo, Peru, Easter Island, Zimbabwe, and Borneo, to name a few. Why are Positive Energy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Vortices&lt;/span&gt;, such as in the Himalayas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sedona&lt;/span&gt; (AZ), &amp;amp; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Incan&lt;/span&gt; culture situated where they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Note that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Vortices&lt;/span&gt; appear to originate from deep beneath the Earth's Crust, so they may be focused by underground water or mineral deposits to vary slightly from the exact dead center, sometimes with multiple surface areas of manifestation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-r-4f-BdpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4B7A5ZDL3ag/s1600-h/mapaocultotierra11_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-r-4f-BdpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4B7A5ZDL3ag/s320/mapaocultotierra11_01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182234567850948242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In my first winter on the Painted Desert Max took me into a place called the mother's womb. I spent that afternoon with 6 others ice skating on a frozen pond.&lt;br /&gt;There are things that are seen and more things that go unseen. There is another side to life on this planet, and much that goes unexplored. Knowledge is there when asked for, and the planet is still here waiting to be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bumba&lt;/span&gt; Dee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;,... Happy Trails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-1087154761606024409?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1087154761606024409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=1087154761606024409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1087154761606024409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1087154761606024409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-living-in-land-of-elders-and-went.html' title='Driving with Max'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-r_Gv-BdrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NcGfUpxYUdQ/s72-c/apollo+earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-2835435263848590776</id><published>2008-03-25T23:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:20:31.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to the Empire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-m_pf-BdmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cWejUaV5pYA/s1600-h/milkyway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-m_pf-BdmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cWejUaV5pYA/s320/milkyway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181883565943649890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Walmart,&lt;br /&gt; My name is Ithacan Stardust and you are currently building a super center just down the road from my house in Pennsylvania. I was wondering and maybe observing a few things that you could use in your future Walmart buildings.&lt;br /&gt; You are the industry leader in retail, but you could also become the industry leader in the use of “green” (environmentally friendly) technology. Think of the Public Relations (PR) advertising you as a company could generate off of this sort of campaign!&lt;br /&gt; The super center that you are building is in a perfect location for the use of solar power technology. Besides good PR the use of solar panels could offset some of your operating expanses by saving in electricity costs and in turn “Keep Lower Prices” for the cost of your products. I have read several articles about how you, as a company have streamlined the making and distribution of produced goods, and I was thinking possibly that you, as a company, could now turn some of that thinking into streamline-ing operational expenses.&lt;br /&gt; This particular super center that you are building has moved a lot of earth and some of that material could also be use to insulate almost 1/3 of your exposed walls. It is very much like earth mound sheltering, but by landscaping exposed walls your company could use the insulation qualities to again lower operation expense because the building would use less electricity to heat or cool the building, and then combined with some solar powering, your company again can “Keep its Lower Prices”. Much of these ideas will not interfere with the building being hooked-up to the electrical grid and the state of Pennsylvania also offers tax breaks for all “green” technology used. In some cases if the buildings production of electricity is more than adequate to support its operation then the state has a buy-back system in which they would pay you back for the extra electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-nAd_-BdoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/srfiapG7ODE/s1600-h/Flowers-in-a-Garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-nAd_-BdoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/srfiapG7ODE/s320/Flowers-in-a-Garden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181884467886782082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then the benefits for your company to use these suggestions are enormous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Walmart goes “green”. Sets the standard that all others have to live up to. (PR)&lt;br /&gt;2. By using Solar power and earth Walmart saves money in operating expenses&lt;br /&gt;3. The savings go back to consumers, and the company campaign for “Lower Prices”&lt;br /&gt;4. Walmart also gets a tax break at the end of the year, good for Profits&lt;br /&gt;5. Then Walmart makes money from the state by selling the saving back to the electric company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new store opening excites us in the valley, and as a resident I was just thinking of the possibilities. Wondering why not Walmart, why not start the trends here, why not use technology that is very available and why not save even more for us, and the company. After all we are building more than just a store, it’s a partnership with the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ithacan Stardust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-nACP-BdnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qh1ZzBTMdxM/s1600-h/many+paths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-nACP-BdnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qh1ZzBTMdxM/s320/many+paths.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181883991145412210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bumba Dee Da,... Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-2835435263848590776?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2835435263848590776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=2835435263848590776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/2835435263848590776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/2835435263848590776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/letter-to-empire.html' title='A letter to the Empire'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-m_pf-BdmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cWejUaV5pYA/s72-c/milkyway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-6764777996682894248</id><published>2008-03-24T22:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:59:58.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Diner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-huZP-BdiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sR053LgBZsc/s1600-h/lightening+venus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-huZP-BdiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sR053LgBZsc/s320/lightening+venus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181512751352215074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Give me a booth, with an ashtray, pour sugar container,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;the lights dim and dreary, and gum under my table top;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Give me the place, where stools line the counter, an over the &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;road trucker reeks of two day stench, and talks of&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;hauling cattle over a narrow mountain pass;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Give me the room, where the grill cook wears a T-shirt,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;scraping grease into a pan of bacon fat,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;hot from a BLT just made minutes before;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I want my eggs runny, biscuits covered in a gray goo, that&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;sits in your stomach till the next afternoon,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I want all-you-can-eat spaghetti for a dollar ninety-nine,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;at 3am., where the waitress works harder than an&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;assembly line worker only to get a 25 cent tip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-hvYP-BdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RYm4_7RdspM/s1600-h/waitress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-hvYP-BdlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RYm4_7RdspM/s320/waitress.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181513833683973714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I want my coffee black, for 50 cents a cup, and free&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;refills, so I can have a cheap buzz to drive the next &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;1000 or so miles of open road;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;this IS the America I love, where people can’t hide honesty,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;work for a days’ pay, and struggle sleep each morning just to stay alive,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;IT’S REAL.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Take away the veggie burgers, that replaced chicken fried&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;steak smothered in sausage gravy;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Take away Martha Stewart, and her mozzarella &amp;amp; basil sandwiches,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that take a 1/2 hour to simmer and fluff;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Take away tofu salads, Alfalfa sprouts with ultra light organic sesame oil,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;that even rabbits have a hard time to swallow;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;So, give me the not-so-clean floors, and a shaker of salt&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;that pours out faster than a river with white water;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;So, give me the onion rings, with ketchup so thick, you need&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;to use a knife to get it out of the bottle;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;So, give me a Diner; where the food is steaming hot, where I &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;can spend 5 dollars, and can leave a 30% tip from the change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-hvP_-BdkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Us34rhnkUc8/s1600-h/misswake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-hvP_-BdkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Us34rhnkUc8/s320/misswake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181513691950052930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba Dee Da,... Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-6764777996682894248?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6764777996682894248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=6764777996682894248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/6764777996682894248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/6764777996682894248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/ode-to-diner.html' title='Ode to the Diner'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-huZP-BdiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sR053LgBZsc/s72-c/lightening+venus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-7546302637286462981</id><published>2008-03-23T16:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T01:50:55.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Hanks and the Easter Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-c7Ff-BdfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/A0eLLMiD7Oo/s1600-h/orion%27s+horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-c7Ff-BdfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/A0eLLMiD7Oo/s320/orion%27s+horse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181174861980071410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since moving to the land of horse, buggies, and coal there is no longer an amazement to the number of chickens running around freely on the road. I bring this up because one it is Easter, and to finally quash the age old question of the chicken or the egg. I present the cad bury Easter bunny. No other simple candy delight is more enjoyable then these chocolate eggs produced by a clucking rabbit. Just don't eat the small pellets. &lt;br /&gt;More importantly, all of this is a matter of  slow moving observation.  As most experienced travelers become aware, Observation is  a key necessity when exploring, and the best teacher is silence.&lt;br /&gt;Tom Hanks starred in a movie where he is stranded on an island in the pacific ocean for about four years. When he returns he comes back a more settled, and quieter man. He watches the people around him and notices many of the subtleties everywhere around him. Prior to getting stranded he was like most adults running to meet work, and social deadlines. Always looking at a clock, and mostly missing the point. As he settles into life on the island he has plenty of time to reflect, test himself, and notice the world for which he is involved. It is his observations of nature that ultimately save him from the island. He noticed seasonal changes in the tides, and current patterns of the ocean. Yet it is the person who he becomes after this life changing event that is more important. All the things he learned about himself, how he handled adversity, and most of all in the end, the confidence he gains within himself. Knowing that whatever adventure he faces next he will experience through a new understanding, and the power of observation. When people take the time to look around, explore and discover new things, all manner of new opportunities unfold. The traveler within is then awakened.&lt;br /&gt;When people are children a natural curiosity encompasses their lives to see what else is outside the crib, the next room, the yard, the neighborhood, and so forth. As we age for whatever reason people start to loose the will to learn, the need to know. When that occurs so does their sight of observation. People's senses quickly shut down the receptors in the brain that takes in new and fresh information. Life seems to speed up, and seems to pass by quickly. Most forms of meditation teach individuals that by quieting the mind, we stay more in the moment of our lives. This seems to slow everything in life down. This also jump starts the observation senses and stimulates the brain as if a new sensation is taking place. When each moment is seized then the individual is looking at the details of everything around more closely.&lt;br /&gt;Why does the chicken cross the road? Because it can. Because its there. Natural curiosity says just get to the other side.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-c8dv-BdgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Iq-1xuDoYKo/s1600-h/chicken.suit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-c8dv-BdgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Iq-1xuDoYKo/s320/chicken.suit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181176378103526914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what came first; well nature says the egg. An egg is nothing but a large single cell entity. A macro cosmic example of the simplest form of life. Spring is the rebirth part of the seasonal cycle. That is why we celebrate Easter with eggs. Cluck, cluck, cluck! Next time out I will take my scooter, and then see what that brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-c8t_-BdhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/91QubrajOLQ/s1600-h/hand-eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-c8t_-BdhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/91QubrajOLQ/s320/hand-eggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181176657276401170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba dee Da,... Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-7546302637286462981?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/7546302637286462981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=7546302637286462981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/7546302637286462981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/7546302637286462981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/tom-hanks-and-easter-bunny.html' title='Tom Hanks and the Easter Bunny'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-c7Ff-BdfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/A0eLLMiD7Oo/s72-c/orion%27s+horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-5914884016521607664</id><published>2008-03-21T00:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T02:18:11.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The World according to a Coke and a Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-NEi_-BddI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wJCsTZw6IqQ/s1600-h/hubble+infant+stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-NEi_-BddI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wJCsTZw6IqQ/s320/hubble+infant+stars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180059364484019666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Life in the Universe happens in an instant. One minute you are gigantic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enormous&lt;/span&gt; bubble of gas, and then something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;belches&lt;/span&gt; and everything that was goes flying in every possible direction. Boom, then Burp! Ripples for billions of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I would have this dream of walking on a suspension bridge when it would start swaying. At some point I would wake up violently from  this dream while falling off the bridge. The exact same dream went on for years. Until while living in the land of mice and swamps, I was given the opportunity to go bungee jumping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;My first experience of this "thrill" ride was filling out the disclaimer forms. It is a group of documents that state in the event of death the company that owns the bungee cords is not responsible. The event of DEATH. The next page will have said something to the effect that I am volunteering to do this thing. Next, there were three people with me going up in the caged platform hoisted by a Crane. It stretched to a height equal to a 15-story building. One person was strapping a large thick rubbery cord to my ankles. Everything that was attached to my legs were fastened by Velcro. The next person was operating the lift, and the third person spent their time looking directly into my eyes and speaking to me. She smiled and talked directly at me telling me that as we rise to the final height of the Crane, they were going to do a final check of the harness to my bungee cord. There was a sequence of events to follow. This girl then told me how I was going to turn and face the opening of the cage, place each hand on the sides of the opening and then we all would count down out loud; 3,2,1, BUNGEE! Then I was to jump off the caged platform. The very next moment as she was finishing the check of my cords, She turned me around and counted 3,2,1, Bungee! I stood confused for a second, staring straight ahead then realized my feet were not on the platform anymore. I was in mid-air… I looked down only to see the ground approaching at an alarming rate… I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; think or speak, there was no sound only the rush of air moving quickly past my ears… Something jerked and within a split second I was standing upright again, at that very moment I snapped back into my senses and I remember hearing myself say, I’m alive! Only then, in the next split second did I realize that I was bouncing again on this giant rubber band. Afterwards, I discovered that I had scared myself so badly that I was no longer afraid of falling or of heights. In one spectacular jump I had faced my biggest fear and I won. I remember that for the next 2 weeks after my first bungee jump I was King of the World! I became fearless and I felt as if I had conquered life itself. It was completely empowering on every level and mostly to the very nature of my soul. I was reborn. The nightmares ended after that, and I no longer live in that fear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-NE7f-BdeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/J_xIArgQHoE/s1600-h/Water+lilies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-NE7f-BdeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/J_xIArgQHoE/s320/Water+lilies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180059785390814690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;It was an instant. Humans make thousands of decisions each day. Most we feel are harmless yet, sometimes they have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;repercussions&lt;/span&gt; that last for the remainder of their lives. These ripples that extend beyond wonder and reason. Every once in a great while we get a chance to look back and wonder, "How did I get HERE!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;(cue in Talking heads music...'by letting the days go by, water holding me down...water flowing underground...')&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;In an instant every person makes a choice to smile or frown,... the sun is shining, and will go on for a million more years with out us. How can we begin this new season better than the last? Let's all of us buy one flower then give it to the first stranger we pass on the street and say nothing, but walk away. Give it to an unknown office person on a different floor. Leave it on an empty desk as the person is out to lunch, and tell no one. In that instant each of us could create a ripple that will last the rest of your day, and just maybe a little longer. This is all it takes to change a world, that and a carbonated beverage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-NEXP-BdcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZodJQ2-hp7M/s1600-h/Perseid+Meteor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-NEXP-BdcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZodJQ2-hp7M/s320/Perseid+Meteor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180059162620556738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Bumba Dee Da,... Happy Trails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-5914884016521607664?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/5914884016521607664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=5914884016521607664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/5914884016521607664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/5914884016521607664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-in-universe-happens-in-instant.html' title='The World according to a Coke and a Smile'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-NEi_-BddI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wJCsTZw6IqQ/s72-c/hubble+infant+stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-2483773370968310515</id><published>2008-03-18T23:27:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:08:46.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spring Migration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-Gm__-BdZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EJH8CUXelXw/s1600-h/Earth+light+and+dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-Gm__-BdZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EJH8CUXelXw/s320/Earth+light+and+dark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179604664886326674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's here!  It's here!  It's here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring has sprung. The spring equinox, the time to sow seeds, change the oil in lawnmowers, and pick-up all the sticks that the trees dropped in your yard. It's also time for most northern people to go insane. Then they migrate, like birds.&lt;br /&gt;I was living in the land of mice and swamps, when one particular jaunt to the coast trapped me for 5 solar years. I was trying to be cool, blend in with the locals, by driving my vehicle on the sand. It got stuck, and it took me five years to get away. Sadly enough I went back several years later, but then I only got stuck for two years.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I got to watch a lot of habitual things that humans do that remain me how little they have evolved. Like the annual migrations.&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason millions of humans choose to live in the cold. It is a they are not happy unless they are suffering syndrome. I have had very friendly conversations with many homeless people over the years, and the ones the habit northern territories all migrate in the fall. The people with homes choose to do it in the spring. Only by that time their brains being completely out of sinc with natural biological rhythms causes the home owners to go completely batty!&lt;br /&gt;When it turns spring the female of the species seemingly go into a frenzied mating cycle. They rush down to the warmer climates and take off all their clothing for a two week ritual of inhabitable debauchery. The northern males never have a chance against the local populations of male counter parts. For what ever reason they never realize when the females migrate south, and then by the time they figure it out they rush down also only, the local males have already satisfied the intense female urges to mate.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-GnOv-BdaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Hhwc5p6Ptqw/s1600-h/panoramadaytona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-GnOv-BdaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Hhwc5p6Ptqw/s320/panoramadaytona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179604918289397154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sad encounters i have witnessed only conform to my conclusions of total weirdness. The females having had hibernated for so long in the cold that once the sunlight hits their bodies they take off their clothes for their entire time in the south. Day, night it doesn't matter. The males who usually never noticed the differences between men and women of the species are awe struck. Frenzied and fanatical to the point that only alcohol can treat their insanity. One time a group of young wolverines decided that the best way to attract young females had something to do with the water in the hotel pool. They rationalized that if they could soak up all the pool water then females would come to them. So they broke into the storage closets and started throwing toilet paper into the the pool. After 15,000 rolls of toilet paper all the pool water was soaked up. It only attracted the fire department. They stayed for about 20 minutes then left the hotel to clean up and add more water to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;When other attempts fail to attract females, males will through mattresses outside hotel windows in hopes that a bed closer to the females will get them into it. When this fails they spend all their money paying parking fines from illegally parks cars, then go home.&lt;br /&gt;What they don't know is the local males play music. During the day reggae music, by night it is a mixture of Latin salsa, and techno hip-hop. This gets the naked females into gyrating movements and  that solves every body's concerns prior to the migration of the northern males. By then the females only respond to this form of courtship.&lt;br /&gt;All this can be avoided if people were closer to the more natural counterparts. Most migratory animals know to migrate before it gets too cold.&lt;br /&gt;Spring to me is about balance, and moderation. Equal amounts of sun, and moon, light and dark. A time to look for daffodils and planning the coming years garden. Going outside for longer strolls near the evening.  Yet, then again, I don't go without listening to reggae music all winter long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-GoDP-BdbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FvHEO70fAI8/s1600-h/EarthRhuthms.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-GoDP-BdbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FvHEO70fAI8/s320/EarthRhuthms.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179605820232529330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba Dee DA,... Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-2483773370968310515?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2483773370968310515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=2483773370968310515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/2483773370968310515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/2483773370968310515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-migration.html' title='The Spring Migration'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-Gm__-BdZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EJH8CUXelXw/s72-c/Earth+light+and+dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-5579380458825420502</id><published>2008-03-18T12:44:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:39:52.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Light and the Lotus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9_yPZzohTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FEMa5ljDjpk/s1600-h/ig295_planets_solarsystem_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9_yPZzohTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FEMa5ljDjpk/s320/ig295_planets_solarsystem_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179124442938770738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the land of greed and loss, I stumbled onto a place where rivers and mountains live in harmony. In this place is a monastery where Christianity and Buddhism co-exist, just as the mountains and rivers. Here I was reminded of the vision of a Chinese emperor during the Tang Dynasty.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In 635 C.E. a small band of Christian monks travel a trade route known as, the ‘silk road’, from Persia to the Imperial capital of China. Welcomed by the Emperor they lived and translated the manuscripts and teachings of their prophet Jesus. During this time in China known as the Golden age, hundreds of monasteries were built. During the time that followed both Persians and Chinese blended the philosophies of Buddhism, Taoism, and Christianity. In China, this form of Christianity focused more on the message of Jesus, which unlike in Rome became more of a church driven doctrine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sadly, as in Europe, the Chinese world fell into what history calls the dark ages. In as little as 60 or 70 years after the monks came to China the ‘Luminous Religion’, as it became to be known, was under persecution, as was Buddhism, and other new ideas. The entire world descended into darkness. Knowledge and learning became scarce commodities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In Europe the Church was the only constant in this world change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People became tribal. Cultural loyalty separated empires and countries. By 1050 C.E. Churches had all the power and knowledge of the world. The people had nothing, but their lives. The hierarchical system of power that was created still lingers today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So why, all this nonsense, about history? It is because change is upon the human race again. The lessons of the past beg to be exposed, and another golden age can be revealed. Every faith has something to contribute and to offer towards, “World Unity”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9_9F5zohXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0T-trfU6TSQ/s1600-h/yellowhouse+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9_9F5zohXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0T-trfU6TSQ/s320/yellowhouse+193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179136374357919090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is coming a time soon that World Unity will have to happen for the human species to survive on this planet. Something like for example, ‘climate change’ will force this species to examine our common human bonds. HOW each person worships, offers thanks, praise, and faith no longer matters. The only thing that DOES matter is that these things are offered to our higher power.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This new, ‘World Unity’ and a common human bond will allow this current human terrestrial species to become a more aerial human species capable of traveling Galaxies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The notion of single thought and motivated religion is nearing an end. An age of one World government, and a singular Spiritual philosophy is near. This new Spiritual philosophy will not be of religion, but one of ‘Enlightenment’.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-BT3ZzohYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oOez9wkyXvM/s1600-h/one+worldchurch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R-BT3ZzohYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oOez9wkyXvM/s320/one+worldchurch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179231782761432450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Imagine’… said the words of John Lennon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bumba dee da… Happy Trails!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-5579380458825420502?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/5579380458825420502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=5579380458825420502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/5579380458825420502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/5579380458825420502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/light-and-lotus.html' title='The Light and the Lotus'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9_yPZzohTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FEMa5ljDjpk/s72-c/ig295_planets_solarsystem_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-6866668412448655682</id><published>2008-03-17T22:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:09:42.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the man from Atlantis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R98xf5zohPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UA4zKzx3kQo/s1600-h/tucsonmoon_wm_cte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R98xf5zohPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UA4zKzx3kQo/s320/tucsonmoon_wm_cte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178912520662451442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyday humans go about doing jobs, keeping busy, and seldom realize the person next to them. I mention this only to wonder if any body can truly appreciate the beings in our lives who act as prophets. Not movie star prophets, but beings that are so far past our abilities that they just blend without fanfare or egos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;We watch Chris Angel, and David Blaine we are amazed, but how will history be written later on when and if they decide to truly shine. Once people were confused and confounded by Nostradamus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now we digest and read everything he ever did yet, realize how long it took historians before his works held meaning. The biggest prophets of modern civilization all took time before history gave them their place. Jesus was a radical outlaw during his life, and a disturber of Rome’s peaceful civilization.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R98xqZzohQI/AAAAAAAAADE/mzKlESNpEvo/s1600-h/Cayce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R98xqZzohQI/AAAAAAAAADE/mzKlESNpEvo/s320/Cayce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178912701051077890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Edgar Cayce was born March 18, 1877.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;For forty-three years of his adult life, Edgar Cayce demonstrated the uncanny ability to put himself into some kind of self-induced sleep state by lying down on a couch, closing his eyes, and folding his hands over his stomach. This state of relaxation and meditation enabled him to place his mind in contact with all time and space. From this state he could respond to questions as diverse as "What are the secrets of the universe?" to "How can I remove a wart?" His responses to these questions came to be called "readings" and contain insights so valuable that even to this day individuals have found practical help for everything from maintaining a well-balanced diet and improving human relationships to overcoming life-threatening illnesses and experiencing a closer walk with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Historians and others are just beginning to crack the surface of everything he has done or predicted. He was a supreme traveler amongst mere pedestrians. Atlantis may be found this century, but he knew of it in the last century. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;For example, more than eleven years before the &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Dead Sea Scrolls &lt;/span&gt;were found in 1947, Edgar Cayce provided a great deal of information on a Jewish sect called the Essences. Cayce claimed that in the Essence society men and women lived and worked together. Scholars, however, believed that the Essences were a monastic society composed exclusively of men. It was not until archaeological excavations occurred after Cayce’s death that his psychic information was verified.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;A misconception about travelers and traveling is that not all places that can be visited must be visited using a physical means of movement.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;One of the most frequently mentioned concepts in the Edgar Cayce material is that Spirit is the Life, Mind is the Builder, and the Physical is the Result. In other words, spirit is the source of all life. The mind focuses that energy into creative (positive) or destructive (negative) avenues of expression. The impact of our choices will eventually find expression in the physical, affecting us, and our relationships with one another.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(What you take into your hands, you take into your heart.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R985yZzohSI/AAAAAAAAADU/UixrlMMrDJI/s1600-h/kaviyur+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;My prediction for this particular prophet is similar to Nostradamus. Centuries from now on some foreign planet our future generations will read the works of this man with awe and amazement. Yet during his life he was unassuming, died without much money, and notoriety. When a preacher talks of humble service to things higher than oneself, remember this man. Spend just one moment today, look into the heavens and then think of one person in your life or lifetime who may be that hidden prophet in waiting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R985yZzohSI/AAAAAAAAADU/UixrlMMrDJI/s1600-h/kaviyur+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R985yZzohSI/AAAAAAAAADU/UixrlMMrDJI/s320/kaviyur+temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178921634583053602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;For more on Edgar Cayce, see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style69"&gt;Association for Research &amp;amp; Enlightenment  (A.R.E.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style69"&gt;215 67th Street, Virginia Beach, VA 23451&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Bumba dee da,… Happy Trails!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-6866668412448655682?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6866668412448655682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=6866668412448655682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/6866668412448655682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/6866668412448655682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/remembering-man-from-atlantis.html' title='Remembering the man from Atlantis'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R98xf5zohPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UA4zKzx3kQo/s72-c/tucsonmoon_wm_cte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-1640437555034987800</id><published>2008-03-17T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:28:08.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slideshows for your Website &amp; Blog!: 10 Most Beautiful Bridges in the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://slideshows.nachofoto.com/2008/03/10-most-beautiful-bridges-in-world.html"&gt;Slideshows for your Website &amp;amp; Blog!: 10 Most Beautiful Bridges in the World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-1640437555034987800?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://slideshows.nachofoto.com/2008/03/10-most-beautiful-bridges-in-world.html' title='Slideshows for your Website &amp; Blog!: 10 Most Beautiful Bridges in the World'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1640437555034987800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=1640437555034987800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1640437555034987800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1640437555034987800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/slideshows-for-your-website-blog-10.html' title='Slideshows for your Website &amp; 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Blog!: The Most Haunted Places In World'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/5367574274105704844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=5367574274105704844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/5367574274105704844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/5367574274105704844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/slideshows-for-your-website-blog-most.html' title='Slideshows for your Website &amp; Blog!: The Most Haunted Places In World'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-2922524715377720296</id><published>2008-03-16T18:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:14:01.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Was St. Patrick and why is he in Georgia ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R92ibpzohNI/AAAAAAAAACk/g44tXqH1Qdg/s1600-h/savannah+fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R92ibpzohNI/AAAAAAAAACk/g44tXqH1Qdg/s320/savannah+fountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178473742508524754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the land of mice and swamps chillin' with a human named Keno. We were on our way to see a medicine man living in the backcountry with the alligator people. Part of the journey had to be done by canoe and large coolers filled with beverages. The stifling heat required us to constantly hydrate. The journey was never easy with not knowing if the medicine man was ever near his camp or out in the field harvesting. Sometime his harvesting for medicinal herbs could take weeks or even an entire moon tide to complete. Unlike the usual view of holy men he carried automatic weapons. As this particular trip proved they are necessary. Wild monkeys and large reptilian creatures of all sizes. As Keno and I made our way we did encounter a 14 foot alligator. Sitting in a 9 foot canoe was no comfort, but the beast was on shore and likely for us made no moves in any direction. We made this trip once a season.&lt;br /&gt;    The last time we had to flee from wild monkeys that sit in trees along the river. Sometime back in the 1940's while Hollywood was making Tarzan movies they imported monkeys to make everything more realistic. After the movies were done they just let them loose in the wild of the swamps. In that time hardly any humans live in this area. Now, cities encroach upon what is now a native and dangerous adaption to our country. When in this part of the rivers the monkeys become territorial and vocal. Like under educated frat boys the monkeys like to spit and fling their own feces at everything that passes by. One encounter is enough to by reminded of Darwin theories on evolution of the human species. There's not much difference between sub-humans and apes.&lt;br /&gt;    We are going to see the medicine man this season because Keno has to deliver a rare herb to Celtic priests in Savannah, Georgia, just before the Spring Equinox. As luck would have it only the medicine man's son was in camp, but Keno was able to get the herb and we left for Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the spring equinox there is the St. Patrick's festival and one of the most important seasonal times for Keno. Being of Celtic decent he has never tired of old traditions. In Savannah the festival lasts for several days and has been going on for over 184 years. Of all St. Patrick's day jubilees Savannah hands down is the best and most celebrated i have ever attended. In an area of two miles in the most haunted an oldest area of the city, over 250,00 people celebrate the life and death of Ireland's most revered characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, is one of Christianity's most widely known figures. But for all his celebrity, his life remains somewhat of a mystery. Many of the stories traditionally associated with St. Patrick, including the famous account of his banishing all the snakes from Ireland, are false, the products of hundreds of years of exaggerated storytelling. Imagine that coming from drunk Irishmen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'position:absolute;" allowoverlap="f"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Joe/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image001.gif" title="st_pats_whowashe_top_right"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken Prisoner By Irish Raiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;It is known that St. Patrick was born in Britain to wealthy parents near the end of the fourth century. He is believed to have died on March 17, around 460 A.D. Although his father was a Christian deacon, it has been suggested that he probably took on the role because of tax incentives and there is no evidence that Patrick came from a particularly religious family. At the age of sixteen, Patrick was taken prisoner by a group of Irish raiders who were attacking his family's estate. They transported him to Ireland where he spent six years in captivity. (There is some dispute over where this captivity took place. Although many believe he was taken to live in Mount Slemish in County Antrim, it is more likely that he was held in County Mayo near Killala.) During this time, he worked as a shepherd, outdoors and away from people. Lonely and afraid, he turned to his religion for solace, becoming a devout Christian. (It is also believed that Patrick first began to dream of converting the Irish people to Christianity during his captivity.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Guided By Visions&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After more than six years as a prisoner, Patrick escaped. According to his writing, a voice-which he believed to be God's-spoke to him in a dream, telling him it was time to leave Ireland.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To do so, Patrick walked nearly 200 miles from County Mayo, where it is believed he was held, to the Irish coast. After escaping to Britain, Patrick reported that he experienced a second revelation-an angel in a dream tells him to return to Ireland as a missionary. Soon after, Patrick began religious training, a course of study that lasted more than fifteen years. After his ordination as a priest, he was sent to Ireland with a dual mission-to minister to Christians already living in Ireland and to begin to convert the Irish. (Interestingly, this mission contradicts the widely held notion that Patrick introduced Christianity to Ireland.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bonfires and Crosses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R92h0JzohMI/AAAAAAAAACc/la0p0KlMIH8/s1600-h/celtic+cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R92h0JzohMI/AAAAAAAAACc/la0p0KlMIH8/s320/celtic+cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178473063903691970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Familiar with the Irish language and culture, Patrick chose to incorporate traditional ritual into his lessons of Christianity instead of attempting to eradicate native Irish beliefs. For instance, he used bonfires to celebrate Easter since the Irish were used to honoring their gods with fire. He also superimposed a sun, a powerful Irish symbol, onto the Christian cross to create what is now called a Celtic cross, so that veneration of the symbol would seem more natural to the Irish. (Although there were a small number of Christians on the island when Patrick arrived, most Irish practiced a nature-based pagan religion. The Irish culture centered around a rich tradition of oral legend and myth. When this is considered, it is no surprise that the story of Patrick's life became exaggerated over the centuries-spinning exciting tales to remember history has always been a part of the Irish way of life.)&lt;br /&gt;    As I travel I have discovered that more and more people are returning to the original celebrations. The more original meaning of things and closer to the essence  of why we celebrate.  I don't know how Savannah is involved, but can not deny the pull of its people and hospitality. Founded in 1733, Savannah was the first planned city of the colonies. A seaport city built for the trade of cotton, Savannah flourished with stories and boats from all over the world including England and Ireland. The British ruled the city until after the American Revolution. No offense to the history of Boston, Savannah is special and one of the most incredible places in the southern United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R92jWJzohOI/AAAAAAAAACs/ccGz4DlDWNQ/s1600-h/ig293_amz_venus_jupiter_moon_landrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R92jWJzohOI/AAAAAAAAACs/ccGz4DlDWNQ/s320/ig293_amz_venus_jupiter_moon_landrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178474747530872034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumba, Dee Da,... Happy Trails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-2922524715377720296?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2922524715377720296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=2922524715377720296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/2922524715377720296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/2922524715377720296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-was-st-patrick-and-why-is-he-in.html' title='Who Was St. Patrick and why is he in Georgia ?'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R92ibpzohNI/AAAAAAAAACk/g44tXqH1Qdg/s72-c/savannah+fountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-3914241068955518765</id><published>2008-03-15T02:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:24:11.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zion Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9tuB5zohII/AAAAAAAAAB8/TITXAQlKp1c/s1600-h/120-2077_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9tuB5zohII/AAAAAAAAAB8/TITXAQlKp1c/s320/120-2077_img.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177853175568827522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I was leaving the land of big trees, and the places of illusionary trees driving into the unknowable and for myself uncharted territory. Only three or four moon tides before I had thought I had reached my pinnacle, only to find that there were many more riches to be seen and given. I did not know it, but I was going to a gathering, and the last pilgrim fire of the season that culminated in the dance of three nymphs in a gold mining town, and the town of lost souls.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I had just completed my 3-year initiation and was ready to adventure again into unknown space. When I first went into the unknown I was unaware, and just curious. Now I wanted to test the water and really let go of all apprehensions. One night an imp and I ventured for one last time in the forest and by morning I woke up at a secluded Buddhist temple near the Shasta Mountain. I asked for blessings and ventured southeast into red rocked canyons. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The land looked like Mars and was hot and hostile. The drive was barren for three days, then on a surprising turn I drove into a canyon retreat. Zion. It was a place where wild deer and other animals would share breakfast with you. They would talk in soft comforting tones, and would tell me the passes to hike. I would spend entire days finding berries and would fill my water container from small pools. There were cracks in tall mountain faces and near the bottom in the canyons’ spaces a creek would form and drift out the entrances. Sometimes though the cracks would just slowly drip into tiny pools. Water never tastes the same after drinking from a rock. I lost track of time. Others were there, but we all shared quietly in a natural sesshin. I, up until that point, had never felt more at peace. This was only the beginning of the experience. I reluctantly left and re-entered the vast of wastelands. Only to hit the border of the sand desert. It took five days to cross and the only signs of life that I encountered were three rattle snakes, and the recoiled sound of jets breaking through the barrier. I passed no other travelers. My few supplies ran out just as I reached the outer border.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9tuN5zohJI/AAAAAAAAACE/IIpYijJdGmA/s1600-h/zion_0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9tuN5zohJI/AAAAAAAAACE/IIpYijJdGmA/s320/zion_0177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177853381727257746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I welcomed the vacant stares from strangers, and I didn’t care that I rambled uncontrolled while getting re-supplied. Un-intended silence is far different than when you force it upon yourself. When you are expecting unique visits and weird encounters, and they don’t happen your mind gets emptied. You strain to hear the Earth and she is only a whisper. There was no breeze, no cloud. I crossed an abyss, and landed onto only more inhospitable ground. Yet, the sagebrush and pinion trees I now was seeing looked full of life. Lizards and jackrabbits had new meaning. I heard an eagle cry out and teared up. I stopped two days later under the first tree I saw that was over 20 feet tall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9tva5zohLI/AAAAAAAAACU/-TnxAWdb_dQ/s1600-h/yellowhouse+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9tva5zohLI/AAAAAAAAACU/-TnxAWdb_dQ/s320/yellowhouse+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177854704577184946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I sat in the shade remembering, only 2 moon tides earlier, trees were everywhere. Trees so big that 18-wheeled trucks would drive through a tunneled made through their base. I slept.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;When I awoke the next morning, I found two travelers walking up the road I had camped on. One of the travelers was Jimmy the Hemp man. I knew Jimmy from the tree country. It had been almost 2 full solar years. He was heading up into the mountain and asked if I wanted to join them. (I’m reminded of a Jimmy Buffet song, ‘Changes in Latitudes, changes in Attitudes) I was glad to tag along. After climbing 11,000 feet up a narrow logging road we entered into a lush meadow filled with poplars and fall flowers. We passed two elk, and saw many other small creatures of all shapes and sizes. There was clearing of tall meadow grass and a short grassy driving road. Off to the west side of the clearing was a group of poplar trees perfect for camping sites. By that afternoon 30-40 more travelers set up separate camps with one central area laid for a group gathering. Everyone there was connected from one or more people. We all welcomed each other and shared bowls of food, drink, and in the evening danced for the coming full moon. I had reached the gathering of elders from Zion. All of us had our own special gifts. Many had known each other from other gatherings. Traveled long ago journeys, and in common a sense of what was, and for what was to come. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The canyons of Zion were my cleansing prior to the crossing of my abyss, and in celebration from my initiation into inner and outer knowledge my reward was to gather with the Elders. Every step of life is truly a spiritual one given the right frame of mind to notice. Every adventure can be framed into some form of path-working. It was at this gathering that the course of my life was laid before me for the next two solar years. I stayed up on the mountain as others left. One moon tide later I found myself in the town of lost souls, which was outside of a gold mining area and stream. I was getting ready to celebrate all hollows eve. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;On Samhain, I went to two celebrations. One was outside with a fire, and the other was an indoor party held by a local coven. The first I attended was laced with drugs and three nymphs dressed in shear body suits dance into a frenzy for all who watched. The Sights and sounds reminded me of the program Anikan Skywalker was watching with then Chancellor Palpatine in one of the Star Wars movies. I left the party before the coven elders pounced on the three young girls. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Once outside and into the forest I felt relaxed. The stars and the outside fire brought out the right mix of festivity. Some people wore costumes, antlers and such; others wore nothing, most just gawked or drummed. It was social and I found Jimmy, who I hadn’t seen in two weeks. Hemp man by that time had lived on the road for over 9 years. He made Hemp jewelry, and other crafts. He was from the East, like me, and being out West gave us both something in common. We had met three years earlier at a logging rally. ‘Earth First’ type stuff, another general tree hugging event, one of those things when we try to convince ourselves, that we make a difference to the planet. Jimmy and I learned together, that the planet Earth does not need people to save it. True, it would like it if people could be more responsible and less harmful, but in the end it will take care of itself. We might not be around afterward, but the Earth is fully capable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9tuV5zohKI/AAAAAAAAACM/_CWyki-JY98/s1600-h/earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9tuV5zohKI/AAAAAAAAACM/_CWyki-JY98/s320/earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177853519166211234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I would not see Jimmy for 6 moon tides later, and then never again. I hear reggae songs, of Babylon and Zion. I now know the difference. I settled down on a ranch on a Navaho reservation. That’s another story. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;!&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Bumba dee da,… Happy Trails!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-3914241068955518765?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/3914241068955518765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=3914241068955518765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/3914241068955518765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/3914241068955518765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/zion-experience.html' title='The Zion Experience'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9tuB5zohII/AAAAAAAAAB8/TITXAQlKp1c/s72-c/120-2077_img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-2471675094161533239</id><published>2008-03-14T00:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T03:31:18.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, the universe, and everything else</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9n9jpzohFI/AAAAAAAAABk/aKVFXOlhPLQ/s1600-h/ig276_andromeda_clearview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9n9jpzohFI/AAAAAAAAABk/aKVFXOlhPLQ/s320/ig276_andromeda_clearview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177448035598763090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"In the beginning the Universe was created, this has made a lot of people very angry and has widely been regarded as a bad move...,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe is big, really, really, big... so big that stupid humans try to figure, what is it all about. Well, its been answered. Nobody accepts the answer but, let's add a little more to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer as we know is 42.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 what?, people keep asking. They asked so much that some guy back in the 3rd century B.C. actually took the primitive, ape-like, terrestrial beings seriously enough to answer them. Hermes trice greatest then set down with his green emerald tablet and wrote hieroglyphic books for the humans to interpret, transcript and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9omipzohGI/AAAAAAAAABs/rl4v0Lqb4CI/s1600-h/GrandCanyon_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9omipzohGI/AAAAAAAAABs/rl4v0Lqb4CI/s320/GrandCanyon_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177493098395632738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hermes crash landed here on earth, and live up on a mountain with a few others. His green tablet was similar to the laptops we used today, only our screens have better graphics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, he sat down and wrote these books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 books on astrology&lt;br /&gt;10 books on Hieratic Law&lt;br /&gt;10 books on sacred rites and observance (holidays)&lt;br /&gt;2 books on music (Yes, he rocked like Bob Marley and Jammed like the Grateful Dead)&lt;br /&gt;6 books on Medicine and anatomy&lt;br /&gt;Other books he wrote were on writing, Cosmography, geography, mathematics and measures, magic, topography, alchemy, worship, and training for priest.&lt;br /&gt;Basically he wrote 42 books in all.  HMMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the meaning of life, the universe, and everything else was contained in 42 books which we burned in the library of Alexandria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9onD5zohHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4904w-5lyXU/s1600-h/dont+panic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9onD5zohHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4904w-5lyXU/s320/dont+panic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177493669626283122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do believe that most of the books were re-written and divided amongst the separate tribes of the world. They are also currently available via your local internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the universe is for and why it is here, it will be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable."&lt;br /&gt;"There is another theory which states that this has already happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                               -Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumba dee da,...  Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-2471675094161533239?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2471675094161533239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=2471675094161533239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/2471675094161533239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/2471675094161533239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-universe-and-everything-else.html' title='Life, the universe, and everything else'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9n9jpzohFI/AAAAAAAAABk/aKVFXOlhPLQ/s72-c/ig276_andromeda_clearview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-7238931252090854023</id><published>2008-03-13T09:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:21:28.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Witches and the Vision Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9k3p5zohDI/AAAAAAAAABU/52-d3jqWfEE/s1600-h/sombrero+galaxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9k3p5zohDI/AAAAAAAAABU/52-d3jqWfEE/s320/sombrero+galaxy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177230439670645810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;!&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;A young witch, who was part of an all female group wanting to pick my brain for information, befriended me. There is the need for Knowledge, a key, and for some the necessity to know of all others out in the territories who may possess the knowledge. It is a reward for some of these groups to incorporate your distinctiveness to their particular group. Often it is done by force, like opening an acorn. If they are successful, they gain a tactical victory over the vanquished. Little do they realize that all knowledge is free to all who ask the proper questions and give to receive. Yet some will try and take without paying a duty, and it is stealing. There have been times when I was willing to allow certain people to walk through my soul. Little do those people realize that the glimpse they may get is nothing compared to whole. Even then it is a waste of energy because to the ones who would be able to utilize the knowledge, do not need to get it from others.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It is sometimes enjoyable to tease and to resist the tapping in on my frequency because the people try to do it open a channel to themselves and most often actually reveal so much more than what they try and gain by using the ethers. If they would ask in the normal manner they will learn much more than by trying to download my thoughts. One such time was when a novice tried to drug me with psycadelic mushrooms, by the end she only had a sever headache and became very frighten of the dark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9k3TpzohCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZyGCPhHBDu8/s1600-h/moon+halo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9k3TpzohCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZyGCPhHBDu8/s320/moon+halo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177230057418556450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Another Passage into Misdirection&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It is the age of information and so much of the things we hear are falsehoods and lies to misdirect everyone while hiding the truth. Usually hiding the truth means that there is either money being taken or someone is hiding a perversion of his or her own greed. Yet everywhere someone is claiming they are truthful or have found some ancient wisdom revealing the truth of life. I encounter one such group in the east. This coven introduced me to their secret manuscript and welcomed me into them for joining.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I am always the optimist and welcomed my new friends with opened arms, and more importantly I was very eager to hear and learn of their traditions. Based in ritual and the observance of the laws of nature I was profoundly changed and influence for some time until I read the book of law. It was written long ago by the high priestess of the order. So one they and I should admire and look up to for inspiration. In old age I could tell she was once a beauty, and carried the dignity for profound thought. I was honored that this group felt me worthy to reveal their secret onto me. I read in earnest but there were the glaring contradictions in their laws of influence, the laws of power and what I have learned from nature. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I hide my concerns from the others, but my doubt began to grow, and with doubt a person can no longer control the elements, or the emotions of ritual activity. I had to stop my training. The very instant I withdrew my training my synergy connection was severed and the others became suspicious of my activities. I told them I had to leave the compound for supplies, which was plausible enough for the moment but what would happen when I returned. I left that day and it was a two-day journey into town. Once there I found a church so that I could regroup my senses and turn my thoughts onto information I knew was true and unconnected to the group. It was as if a large blanket covered me from cold when I entered into the library of the temple. There I was reading children stories and a fable. It then occurred to me why I felt so uncomfortable back in the compound, and why all my energy was working against me, it was the book of laws. It was altered in its inscription. The High priestess changed certain aspects of the laws to cover-up the real truth so that the un-initiated could not follow unless they received personal training form her or her immediate disciples. The coven had been operating under false pretenses and even though it was well established, the book they followed was over 7 generations old. The knowledge they sought was filtered and they have been only been established for 30years. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I now had to tell someone so that they could correct the chapters, and rewrite the book. If they did so we could truly uncover certain mysteries and our training would continue. I left the church re-energized and started my journey back. It had been four days and their influence had whined, but then on the fifth day I released I might not be welcomed back. The things I rediscovered might be considered blasphemy; even in a coven there are rules and certain hierarchy that are not to be crossed. Especially from an outsider or a neophyte as I was label by them in my training. Little to their knowledge I was not new to training and in other circles I would have been considered a master. I personally never put much stock into the hierarchal levels of training because in the end we never stop learning, and we never stop training. In most groups there has to be an order and in most orders there are hierarchies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;My approach was never subtle, and I decided to talk with two of my roommates about my discoveries and the debate that ensued was heated, and the fallout sever. I picked a chapter in the book that involved the tarot and the elements. It had to do with the nature of Air/Fire, and Wands/Swords. In my experiences and in fables told of old there exists the ‘winds of change.’ Everywhere it is accepted that when the air is heavy or stale at some point in time wind will come and cleanse the area. In the heat of summer thunderstorms are preceded by wind prior to the cool effect of rain. Always in the tarot wands present a change of conditions. In the orient when wind passes through a rod or wand sound is created and wind then has the ability of sound and song. They then agreed that in nature these truths are accepted. I pointed to their book of laws that assigns wands to the forces of Fire. I looked at them this cannot be true. They looked stunned, but I continued. Their book of laws also states that Swords are the nature of Air. I then explained that without fire there couldn’t be swords. It was fire that brought the Sword into existence when raw ore was smelted and forged. Only fire can weld its nature. Swords in the tarot are a sign of strife and of violent disruptions, and again only fire can cause this strife. When a pot of water is put on top of an open flame it begins to move, and the water is disturb from its restful state. Now if the fire under the water is continued than it begins to boil which is strife and can cause the water to evaporate out of existence.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Gavin stood up in protest, the book of law is absolute, and cannot be wrong or changed. I will report you for your transgressions. He left the room. I turn to Gabrielle and asked her what she thought of my discoveries. She was saddened and almost in tears. It just can’t be. We have followed the book without question. It is the foundation for our beliefs. This will change everything. I told no, it doesn’t change anything other than that our analogy for thought are altered. We can continue the traditions and the rituals, but now we have a more precise understanding of how they work. She said no, that can’t be right. If the law is wrong then all of the rituals are wrong. If the rituals are wrong then the outcome is wrong. I countered that the outcome is only diluted from the misunderstanding in the use of force. Now that we have the knowledge, and correct understanding the ritual can be used but only the results will be much more powerful. The ignorant are not persecuted for being ignorant. They are coddled like a child would be until it grows up through learning. We are all ignorant in the eyes of the knowing, and then when we discover our shortcomings we are smiled upon as if finally we have arrived. Gabrielle stopped crying, though sad she started to comprehend that her beliefs are only adjusted not altered. We were both forced to leave the coven. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Again, I moved on looking for others who honored truth and learning like I do. I still feel optimistic that a light does shine in this darkness that is falling upon our earth. I do embrace the nature of this age we live in only the truth is getting harder to find.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;!&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-7238931252090854023?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/7238931252090854023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=7238931252090854023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/7238931252090854023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/7238931252090854023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/witches-and-vision-quest.html' title='Witches and the Vision Quest'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9k3p5zohDI/AAAAAAAAABU/52-d3jqWfEE/s72-c/sombrero+galaxy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-1487266127486209814</id><published>2008-03-12T11:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:31:07.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>outlines and thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoTitle"&gt;Ithacan does Travel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9f3PpzohBI/AAAAAAAAABE/mJI5l4JpeYs/s1600-h/ig251_parkhurst_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9f3PpzohBI/AAAAAAAAABE/mJI5l4JpeYs/s320/ig251_parkhurst_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176878144978191378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9f13pzog_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/6ErwCUcOSCQ/s1600-h/080311-iod-endeavour-04B.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I was sitting on the bank of a cascading stream, watching the earth move. The water didn’t move and it was some time before I realized that the clouds didn’t move but it was the earth beneath me. All day long I sensed the trees breathing and even in the town I saw the buildings swell and then grow thin as if taking a breath. I did not blink and my chest was not expanding, as it should. I was not dead, only discovering the world around me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I was not on LSD but the tracers that were occurring could be explained as such and I did watch several walls expand and contract, but this is not about such nonsensical things nor is this about avocation for the use of drugs. They only bring confusion and unless your culture has training in such uses, they are not recommended. This is about the expansion of awareness and growth of the human soul. My growth and my soul. Not since I left Zion has something so wonderful occurred for me. Zion was a long time ago and in a place far from the reaches that I reside now. One day again when death takes the vehicle that is my flesh, I will go back to Zion again and I know there will be others like me waiting. I am not your average human, but I am of flesh, emotion, and suffering. There are times when the trials have ended and the testing is done, and only then I am reborn. Today is one of those days, when all is still and I can focus into the beyond. It has been a very long time since I have traveled the astral plane for the sake of traveling. Usually it has been for self-defense and to remind lesser beings of the beyond.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;By lesser beings I mean to say not through arrogance but in terms of their state of development. I may or may not go into this subject later, but for now just accept that not all humans are equal, and some have abilities well beyond explanation. There are times when ego can get the best of my training, but I strive everyday to be humble. Like the fox that lives in the forest, I survive by blending into my surroundings. Everyday there are others, who like me, remain anonymous, and still others who would flaunt their gifts. I have met some who trade their gifts for money and ego, and still some, who believe in themselves, but neither maintains a code of ethics nor have had any initiation. At one time I found them appalling, but have grown to realize that it is not for me to judge nor examine their motives, only except them into the world that is our training ground for the beyond. Some would say that there is no such thing as testing, nor does the creator want anything from us. For myself I would agree to some extent that “The Only Thing That Is” would not need anything from us, but belief, and for us to grow beyond our human self. Yet so much has been handed down through generation after generation of the trials and tribulation of human experience that I cannot dismiss the notions of training and testing in the world within our world. At some point the training I speak of is not only to develop, but also eventually to master beyond the necessity for training. It is a state for which only a few may attain awareness within the perfection of life for their life. Look into the eyes of a deer and see your soul reflected upon yourself. Come to understand and have the ability to see a blade of grass grow and you will know the truth I speak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9f13pzog_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/6ErwCUcOSCQ/s1600-h/080311-iod-endeavour-04B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9f13pzog_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/6ErwCUcOSCQ/s320/080311-iod-endeavour-04B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176876633149703154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;These are not moments for riddles. I have been waiting for this day, a day of hope and deliverance from the darkness that has shadowed my journey for so long. So much rain, and only now do the suns’ rays’ beckon as I sit moving within the earth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Our life’s work is never done, and so many have tried to explain the levels of initiation, and still others work within the confines of another’s guide. Silver Raven has come from the outer limits to enlighten others to the inner workings, and I would attempt to do the same only my story would not allow me such ease of explanation. I am Ithacan Stardust, and these are my travels. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-1487266127486209814?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1487266127486209814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=1487266127486209814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1487266127486209814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1487266127486209814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/outlines-and-thoughts.html' title='outlines and thoughts'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9f3PpzohBI/AAAAAAAAABE/mJI5l4JpeYs/s72-c/ig251_parkhurst_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6746377900943731533.post-1955062608032643521</id><published>2008-03-11T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:07:17.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings of a madman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a4Tpzog6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z9a76D7n6rs/s1600-h/yellowhouse+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a4Tpzog6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z9a76D7n6rs/s320/yellowhouse+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176527469488407458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It will only get more weird from here. Ithacan is an intergalactic general who is stuck here on earth. he can go inter-dementional if he has to, but the headaches are to painful to ponder for to long. He watches much as Ford Perfect did, and waits until he too can hitchhike out of here.&lt;br /&gt;Winter is long this year.  To much of this stuff;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a55Zzog7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/qqYpUDvQueg/s1600-h/snow+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a55Zzog7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/qqYpUDvQueg/s320/snow+road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176529217540096946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year Ithacan was out west where the air is clean, and warm,... oh to be warm again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a6_5zog8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/vzVGL2CpCJ0/s1600-h/yellowhouse+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a6_5zog8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/vzVGL2CpCJ0/s320/yellowhouse+152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176530428720874434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's what this page is about.  Remembering better places, and times. When two gas cards and $76.00 could get you from Key West, Florida to the Columbia river in Oregon. Well until tomorrow, or the next time,,  Bumba dee da, bumba dee da,... Happy Trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6746377900943731533-1955062608032643521?l=ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1955062608032643521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6746377900943731533&amp;postID=1955062608032643521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1955062608032643521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6746377900943731533/posts/default/1955062608032643521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithacandoestravel.blogspot.com/2008/03/ramblings-of-madman.html' title='ramblings of a madman'/><author><name>Ithacan stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724516165517874886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a9z5zog-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zD0B0vtpWo/S220/july05+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2z35aIZof00/R9a4Tpzog6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z9a76D7n6rs/s72-c/yellowhouse+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
