I had written a piece about the importance of getting things right in the world of reincarnation. Because of some very strange events at Facebook I chose to discuss in a post written at blogger but immediately after writing it, I did get a response about the problem. I want to keep it a closed subject for now.
But in the matter of time regression, I had received a brochure about a potential trip to the city of Persepolis through the AIA. I have been calling them repeatedly about this chance to go to Iran to see the fabled city. I am hoping that I can do that yet but I have not yet called the office to see if it is available or not.
While watching a few videos on the topic of Persepolis I was transported back into time after Alexander and his Macedonians had ransacked the city. I am listening to a group of men discuss their prize booty from the ransacking of the Palaces. I always get a strong sense of the size and might of these men, and it was with fascination that I listened to one man's description of his Persian catch, a beautiful and highly erotic woman. This story captured my interest and frankly made me understand the raw nature of these troops. Had I not had that experience I would not have thought of it to include in the novel if I decide to do that.
So for me, the problem of going back in time is whether to use this material or not in my book. Should I develop this aspect of their character and why or why not? They are all so human, so living and breathing, so near to me when I am there like that. How do I convey this in the book? It is an amazing experience and I want to do it justice.
If anyone did read my previous blogpost I was emoting and emotional at the time of writing. I have collected my thoughts and my composure since. I will probably find it still able to read on my cellphones though. So it is possible that others may too. For that reason I am sending this in lieu of it.
Yours Truly
Janet Fauble at home
Monday, July 15, 2013
Sunday, July 14, 2013
The defense of George Zimmerman
I avoided following the trial of the George Zimmerman case which took place in Sanford, Florida for many reasons. Sanford is one of the main reasons since I associate it with a man I met in Florida in 1974 who attended Wright State University and who was writing a paper about God. I have not forgotten this man since his license plates on his car were from Sanford, Florida. I suspected a lot of hooey in this case for that reason alone. I shall not mention his name. He was a person who I had rather simply let pass into history right now.
But finally I did watch the closing statements for both the defense and the prosecution. I had had my own ideas about this case when it first began, but promptly let them fly out the window as I did not care to take much interest in this case.
Because I had studied court reporting in Florida, i am well programmed to understand Florida law, and I also have learned that as in the state of Tennessee, that with the law one does have a friend. There are certain requirements by law that do protect people from bad judgement calls and potential harm. One can never underestimate the power of the law in the hands of a good attorney.
I argued both sides of this case while listening to the attornies who argued their cases. I could see through both since neither seemed to present a truly definitive argument. It would be difficult to argue this case since there is a one sided version of it, but some facts were obvious whether one liked it or not.
The media was a bit intrusive and partial in my opinion. Everyone rushed to judgement, including the president of the USA. As an attorney he should have known better but he was trying to apparently make waves with the black community when he suggested that his own son had he had one would have looked a lot like this young victim. I rather doubt that but that was his feeling at the time. Why did he rush in? Did some other kid who looked more like Mike Tyson probably not get that same benefit?
At any rate, sides began to take shape and it became a black versus white battle in fact as demonstrated now by marches and demonstrations with one guy so stupid as to say that some white folk needed to be present to help the black folk. That was utterly irresponsible of channel 15 to air that in my opinion but sure enough, it was on the news tonight about a demonstration here in Phoenix. Stupid!
The law is not about a black kid or a hispanic man whose mother is from Peru. It is about the facts in the case as presented in court, and heard by the jury. It did not matter that Trayvon was a former football player with lots of muscle and energy to match someone who was 4 inches shorter, and only slightly heavier. The age difference is a matter of maturity, and the fact that the watch captain seemed to think that he had some authority in playing guardian of the neighborhood.
Whatever transpired so that the two came face to face is not a known fact. We have only George's word for it and a few eye witnesses who claim to be able to see in the dark well enough to identify the person on top and the person on the bottom. There is little doubt that the two came into close proximity with one another.
The attornies played to the jury using cardboard cutouts and a mannequin of some kind to attempt to prove that it would have been impossible for the defendant to have taken his gun out while under the tall, lean Trayvon Martin. So when did he take his gun out? When did he get the chance to aim and shoot? Nobody can be sure. But it is a fact that he did do it and he admitted to it, never regretting his actions at all as stated to Hannity on a televised show with his attorney present at his side.
So what does this all mean? In the end, the burden of the proof to get a conviction was impossible and everybody knew it would be. I found it difficult to like either side's presentation in court because they both soft pedaled it so much. Nobody wanted to offend the grieving parents and the black community who everyone seemed to believe would riot and cause mayhem if their side wasn't vindicated in court.
Personally, I think that the emphasis should have been on how frightening this tall, muscular teenager appeared to George Zimmerman. It is a bit like a Tim Conway figure or Barney Fife figure meeting up with a tall threatening athlete like Mean Joe Green or Mike Tyson. Naturally, this teenager did not look like either of those nor does Zimmerman appear that weak and shaky, but the idea is that the kid was portrayed as a child when as an adolescent he is a strong and potentially dangerous person. He was very intimidating to say the least since he had apparently tossed and tumbled with George on the ground so that George felt compelled to resort to his weapon to defend himself.
I wonder why George did not try to wound him in the leg, but I suspect that fear so gripped him that he simply aimed and shot, not caring about anything but saving his own skin. That is why they have the self defense law in Florida. It is to protect those who fear for their lives to be able to save themselves from bodily harm or death. I recall my neighbor in Florida telling me that I needed a gun to protect myself then. In fact, he may have been correct. But I have yet to purchase a gun to protect myself.
So now that the jury came together to render a verdict that seemed the only logical one to give, the marches are on and people are protesting that the poor black kid did not get treated properly. That the system is such that black kids cannot walk the streets of America without getting shot and killed. Balder dash! There are any number of black and white youngsters, aged, and others who are shot and killed without a mention in the media at all.
This is a poster card case. This is the cause of extreme martyrdom in which the black people can yell foul because a small community in Florida decided that the prosecution did not meet its burden of proof.
It is time for the hysteria to die down, for the professional bleeding hearts to shut up, and for life to return to normal without having to cater to every minority interest groups marches and demonstrations.
Had this happened to any of my football relatives, not a bit of publicity would have happened. It probably would not get into page 3 of the local presses. That is life in America. Too bad unfortunately for the over magnified and over publicized victims of the case. No publicity is better than this kind.
But finally I did watch the closing statements for both the defense and the prosecution. I had had my own ideas about this case when it first began, but promptly let them fly out the window as I did not care to take much interest in this case.
Because I had studied court reporting in Florida, i am well programmed to understand Florida law, and I also have learned that as in the state of Tennessee, that with the law one does have a friend. There are certain requirements by law that do protect people from bad judgement calls and potential harm. One can never underestimate the power of the law in the hands of a good attorney.
I argued both sides of this case while listening to the attornies who argued their cases. I could see through both since neither seemed to present a truly definitive argument. It would be difficult to argue this case since there is a one sided version of it, but some facts were obvious whether one liked it or not.
The media was a bit intrusive and partial in my opinion. Everyone rushed to judgement, including the president of the USA. As an attorney he should have known better but he was trying to apparently make waves with the black community when he suggested that his own son had he had one would have looked a lot like this young victim. I rather doubt that but that was his feeling at the time. Why did he rush in? Did some other kid who looked more like Mike Tyson probably not get that same benefit?
At any rate, sides began to take shape and it became a black versus white battle in fact as demonstrated now by marches and demonstrations with one guy so stupid as to say that some white folk needed to be present to help the black folk. That was utterly irresponsible of channel 15 to air that in my opinion but sure enough, it was on the news tonight about a demonstration here in Phoenix. Stupid!
The law is not about a black kid or a hispanic man whose mother is from Peru. It is about the facts in the case as presented in court, and heard by the jury. It did not matter that Trayvon was a former football player with lots of muscle and energy to match someone who was 4 inches shorter, and only slightly heavier. The age difference is a matter of maturity, and the fact that the watch captain seemed to think that he had some authority in playing guardian of the neighborhood.
Whatever transpired so that the two came face to face is not a known fact. We have only George's word for it and a few eye witnesses who claim to be able to see in the dark well enough to identify the person on top and the person on the bottom. There is little doubt that the two came into close proximity with one another.
The attornies played to the jury using cardboard cutouts and a mannequin of some kind to attempt to prove that it would have been impossible for the defendant to have taken his gun out while under the tall, lean Trayvon Martin. So when did he take his gun out? When did he get the chance to aim and shoot? Nobody can be sure. But it is a fact that he did do it and he admitted to it, never regretting his actions at all as stated to Hannity on a televised show with his attorney present at his side.
So what does this all mean? In the end, the burden of the proof to get a conviction was impossible and everybody knew it would be. I found it difficult to like either side's presentation in court because they both soft pedaled it so much. Nobody wanted to offend the grieving parents and the black community who everyone seemed to believe would riot and cause mayhem if their side wasn't vindicated in court.
Personally, I think that the emphasis should have been on how frightening this tall, muscular teenager appeared to George Zimmerman. It is a bit like a Tim Conway figure or Barney Fife figure meeting up with a tall threatening athlete like Mean Joe Green or Mike Tyson. Naturally, this teenager did not look like either of those nor does Zimmerman appear that weak and shaky, but the idea is that the kid was portrayed as a child when as an adolescent he is a strong and potentially dangerous person. He was very intimidating to say the least since he had apparently tossed and tumbled with George on the ground so that George felt compelled to resort to his weapon to defend himself.
I wonder why George did not try to wound him in the leg, but I suspect that fear so gripped him that he simply aimed and shot, not caring about anything but saving his own skin. That is why they have the self defense law in Florida. It is to protect those who fear for their lives to be able to save themselves from bodily harm or death. I recall my neighbor in Florida telling me that I needed a gun to protect myself then. In fact, he may have been correct. But I have yet to purchase a gun to protect myself.
So now that the jury came together to render a verdict that seemed the only logical one to give, the marches are on and people are protesting that the poor black kid did not get treated properly. That the system is such that black kids cannot walk the streets of America without getting shot and killed. Balder dash! There are any number of black and white youngsters, aged, and others who are shot and killed without a mention in the media at all.
This is a poster card case. This is the cause of extreme martyrdom in which the black people can yell foul because a small community in Florida decided that the prosecution did not meet its burden of proof.
It is time for the hysteria to die down, for the professional bleeding hearts to shut up, and for life to return to normal without having to cater to every minority interest groups marches and demonstrations.
Had this happened to any of my football relatives, not a bit of publicity would have happened. It probably would not get into page 3 of the local presses. That is life in America. Too bad unfortunately for the over magnified and over publicized victims of the case. No publicity is better than this kind.
Monday, July 8, 2013
Just another day
My dad's worst expression was always, "It's just another day.!" I would get so disgusted with his negative attitude about everything. The truth is that we never know what is happening inside another person's mind unless they share and tell.
It is possible that people are sincere or are covering up other feelings when they make such statements. I always found the climate in Arizona to be so congenial in the wintertime to think that it is not just another day, but that it is a glorious day, a day to enjoy and to love.
But illness, loneliness, self pity, and other bad habits can rob someone of the joy of living. I am learning this more and more myself now. Fortunately, I have enjoyed good health most of my life. I had the normal childhood disease, some not so normal like asthma which still robs me of lung power, but on the whole, I have had only an occasional bout with flu or colds, bites, and burns, but no major health problems. I consider myself blessed that way.
Yet, slowly my body is degenerating. I feel the aches and pains that I did not have years ago. I had a sharp pain in my abdomen two days ago that set me to worry what if I had a serious problem. I was pretty bent over for a short time but I was able to raise my arms and to stretch so that eventually it all went away. But it did make me realize that I must get my house in order as soon as possible. I need to sell most of the stuff that I have since I have no close living relatives here, and I do not know who will value it as my mother had done. I have some beautiful china and crystal that I need to find a home so that it can be displayed properly. I had hoped that I might be able to enjoy them myself for sometime but I am ready to part with them.
In other words, I want to do all that I can while in decent enough health to enjoy life. So I intend to travel to as many places as possible.
It is possible that people are sincere or are covering up other feelings when they make such statements. I always found the climate in Arizona to be so congenial in the wintertime to think that it is not just another day, but that it is a glorious day, a day to enjoy and to love.
But illness, loneliness, self pity, and other bad habits can rob someone of the joy of living. I am learning this more and more myself now. Fortunately, I have enjoyed good health most of my life. I had the normal childhood disease, some not so normal like asthma which still robs me of lung power, but on the whole, I have had only an occasional bout with flu or colds, bites, and burns, but no major health problems. I consider myself blessed that way.
Yet, slowly my body is degenerating. I feel the aches and pains that I did not have years ago. I had a sharp pain in my abdomen two days ago that set me to worry what if I had a serious problem. I was pretty bent over for a short time but I was able to raise my arms and to stretch so that eventually it all went away. But it did make me realize that I must get my house in order as soon as possible. I need to sell most of the stuff that I have since I have no close living relatives here, and I do not know who will value it as my mother had done. I have some beautiful china and crystal that I need to find a home so that it can be displayed properly. I had hoped that I might be able to enjoy them myself for sometime but I am ready to part with them.
In other words, I want to do all that I can while in decent enough health to enjoy life. So I intend to travel to as many places as possible.
Friday, July 5, 2013
Fourth of July
I stayed home today. The only time I left the apartment was to take the cat for his walk this morning. It is just too hot to get out as I learned yesterday when I crazily decided to go to VeeQuiva Casino for their grand opening. It was a two hour trip to get there which did open my eyes to another part of the county that I had not seen before. I had not been in that part of town since I lived in Arizona in the 60's and what a change! I could hardly believe how Phoenix has grown in size since I first moved here.
I had to wait at two stops for the transfer bus and at the last stop which was about 5:00 I was so hot I could hardly believe it. It made me feel really ill for awhile. I had been keeping cool through drinking water, and using my ice block, but by this time the sun was at its worst, and the water was nearly gone as well as the ice block nearly thawed out. I was also loaded down with things that I had bought at Walgreen's and Big Lots.
When I got home, I was exhausted and too tired to really eat. I had eaten a hamburger and a hot dog already so that today being the fourth I did not eat any of that junk. I ate the frozen Asian meal of orange chicken instead.
Then I spent the evening watching the fireworks on PBS and Macy's which fortunately came on immediately after the PBS show closed. Then PBS had an encore presentation which I did watch again to see the real difference in the fireworks displays. I was very impressed with Macy's show this evening as it was so well done that it really made an impact on me due to my new t.v. It was fantastic!
The Washington Monument made an impact on me too finally in a way that I had not seen until tonight. It has to do with one of Nostradamus's quatrains which I will not explain right now...Just a note to jog my memory if I need to recall it. About the opening of a grave.
Finally, next year will be the 238th anniversary of the country's birth. Suddenly it hit me loud and clear! Perfect! Lawdy Lawdy!
I had to wait at two stops for the transfer bus and at the last stop which was about 5:00 I was so hot I could hardly believe it. It made me feel really ill for awhile. I had been keeping cool through drinking water, and using my ice block, but by this time the sun was at its worst, and the water was nearly gone as well as the ice block nearly thawed out. I was also loaded down with things that I had bought at Walgreen's and Big Lots.
When I got home, I was exhausted and too tired to really eat. I had eaten a hamburger and a hot dog already so that today being the fourth I did not eat any of that junk. I ate the frozen Asian meal of orange chicken instead.
Then I spent the evening watching the fireworks on PBS and Macy's which fortunately came on immediately after the PBS show closed. Then PBS had an encore presentation which I did watch again to see the real difference in the fireworks displays. I was very impressed with Macy's show this evening as it was so well done that it really made an impact on me due to my new t.v. It was fantastic!
The Washington Monument made an impact on me too finally in a way that I had not seen until tonight. It has to do with one of Nostradamus's quatrains which I will not explain right now...Just a note to jog my memory if I need to recall it. About the opening of a grave.
Finally, next year will be the 238th anniversary of the country's birth. Suddenly it hit me loud and clear! Perfect! Lawdy Lawdy!
Getting back to novel
Tonight I read the excerpts for my novel aloud but I do not intend to share any of these with anyone yet. I want to get it much further along so that I can see how this is going. I actually like what I have done so far, and except for a few minor touchups, it is pretty good for a first draft. I just want to get on with it now that I have finally reviewed that much of it. I do have to add a few things, and I would make notes but I am having to learn how to use both Pages and Scrivener which complicates matters a bit. I like the starter word quite a bit as it is quite easy to use and often very helpful.
I honestly think that simply getting on with the story is the best way to go instead of being too overly self critical. Following the history timeline is a problem in and of itself, and trying to make it even a bit interesting and absorbing takes a lot of immersion into the characters and times.
I honestly think that simply getting on with the story is the best way to go instead of being too overly self critical. Following the history timeline is a problem in and of itself, and trying to make it even a bit interesting and absorbing takes a lot of immersion into the characters and times.
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