Since my lease is about to run out, I am looking to move to another place somewhere but as of yet I have not decided where. I am trying to do two things at once: find a future place and augment my receding bank account. I must make serious changes as soon as I can.
So yesterday I drove out to a mobile home park in Mesa to check out a trailer that is for sale there. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to me, a memorial for a woman who had recently died was ongoing at the clubhouse, and I did not stay around to meet the guy if he showed at all to see the interior of the mobile home. But because I went early I did find it in the park and knew immediately if I were interested in it or not. NOT!
But I gained a lot by taking the trouble to go out to see this region of Mesa which has so many mobile home parks. I learned how seniors have amenities and opportunities in specialized living quarters that most of us do not have. It is nice to be able to take advantage of travel tours that are offered to those who can afford to take them. I found a company that offers trips to Las Vegas, Laughlin, Karcher Caverns, Catalina Island, and loads more that really impressed me. The costs were good on a group basis. I liked that.
At least, this trip convinced me of many things to consider when moving. If I were to decide upon a mobile home, I would want a newer home than a remodeled old home. I already live in a remodeled older apartment unit and know all the problems that brings. I know from living in an older house the problems that were ongoing there. I do not want to make that mistake in this stage of my older life.
So here I go, trying to solve this problem by making the best decision for myself. I pray that I do it right. I did not start off well just trying to take late mail to the post office. My Valentine's Day cards to three friends went out a day late.
And last night, I divulged one of my personal experiences to another on Facebook regarding 9/11 which maybe I should not have done. However, in so doing, a thought came to me while watching the live horse races. It dawned on me that visions can be thought transmissions sent to a receiver by an angelic spirit. That is all I will say for now.
TATA!
Yours Truly
Janet Fauble at home
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Friday, February 13, 2015
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Reworking the Mind
Facebook is so nice to remind all our Facebook friends that we have a birthday today. I just read through so many greetings that it made me very happy to know that people would take the time to send me a greeting. Believe it or not, it does touch me that my friends do that much for me.
I am going to go to the Fort with Sandra and Elijah who wants to take me out for my birthday, so this will be a special treat for the three of us.
I will admit that at my age few of my old friends are left and I know that one of these days I too will be going to my grave. That is what one thinks about when one is past the 3/4 century mark. I have been thinking about it for some time now. I have not accumulated any great wealth to share with others. Since I am unmarried, childless, I do not have heirs to consider in the disposal of my worldly goods. Most families have already made their wills to include all their children. When one is childless, one does not think about who should or will gain possession of any worldly goods that one has.
All that I have is a lot of things that my mother and dad left to me after they passed, and I must find a way to finally settle their accounts for them. Many things I will simply give to charity but there are a few things that I may have to sell simply to help me in my final years. I do not have social security coming in due to the fact that while a teacher in California my salary was not converted to the social security system but instead to the California Retirement Fund, which I naturally drew upon once I left the state. I had exactly a 711 amount paid into that system which tells me a lot to this day! In social security which I had paid into prior to that teaching experience I only had $17,000 so total for my retirement at that age I had $24,000. Is this a fix? You bet your sweet ass it is.
I am a big girl and I do know the facts of life. I know what it will take for me to survive in the next ten years, and so I have been reading facts from International Living which seems to point me in the direction of becoming an exPat to settle in some other part of the world in which the cost of living is commensurate with all that I have left to spend on my retirement years.
Yes, I have been trying to find a way out of this dilemma of life in America. None of us are ever truly prepared for our final days no matter how many times we are told to be prepared for its coming.
It is unlikely that I can be hired for any job since I know myself that I do not even want to consider that. I do look to other means of bringing in dollars, one of which is to write a blockbuster book but that dims daily as well. Publishers are playing new games today and writers who want to be successful have to do what the so called publishers want instead of really writing the story that they want to tell. One has limits of words, titles, and even character development, and frankly, in my opinion, most books today have no real value at all. The world was a better place for quality writers years ago. Today, most publishers want the writers who jump when they say jump. I personally do not like that at all.
However, one topic has caught my fancy recently. I have read two books which actually do refer to these same situations but neither has made a dent in the book world as far as I can see. Yes, they did get published but they did not make headlines. Fifty Shades of Gray seems to be the ongoing style book that publishers want.
The New York Times has a series in its newspaper now on billionaires who live in the grand high rises in Manhattan. These billionaires stories are being told with a journalistic bent. In my opinion, this is the kind of book that needs to be written in a style that will not only shed a bit of light on the problem while sensationalizing it as well. The realization that Manhattan is owned by so many foreign billionaires fascinates me. Why would anyone want to park their butts in NYC is more than I can comprehend but it is obvious that it appeals to the very richest of the rich.
I became involved in the past due to some internal diggings in my mind. I knew absolutely nothing about any of these men until I embarked on this self discovery program. Learning what i did while in a state of self hypnosis has truly made an impact on me. I have no final conclusions about it except that it gave me an insight and look at life in times past that I truly loved and enjoyed learning. I have had to undergo many different ways of assimilating this into my self awareness so as not to be overwhelmed by it all. My experiences were so satisfying to me that I eventually learned to let them rest in the past where they are still buried to make today count even more profoundly than I had thought possible. We are all caught in the environment that gives us birth, and we can only become what our destiny allows us to be with the resources that are at hand as we grow to maturity in this lifetime.
I do not expect that much of my life now as I am slowly coming to its end. Whether I shall return to the earth life in a future generation is yet unknown to me even though I had thought i had gleaned a look into it. In many ways, I understand why most hope that this time round is the end all to an earthly life and that our souls should simply rest in that Heavenly promise that so many religious beliefs seem to offer.
Life is NOT what we make it. Life is not totally within our ability to make it anything that we think we might want it to be. None of us is able to overcome the family life into which we are born which is the real basis for our growth into adulthood. No matter whether born into great wealth or poverty, one is nurtured by that lifestyle so that it dictates to us which road we have to take in order to survive.
Most children follow in their family's footsteps while a few rebel against the family to reject that choice offered to them. In many cases, parents want better for their children than they had so that they do not require that they follow their pattern. In my case, that is how my parents treated me. They wanted better for me than what they had had in their lives.
Thus, I got a college degree, went out on my own, and became a part of the community which employed me to do the job that I had been trained to do. However, family did interrupt my own career plans so that I ended up reuniting with my parents to end up living with them for the remainder of their days so that I am finally alone with only distant relatives and a few really true friends.
Age happens to all of us. Before you know, life has followed the same old pattern of the normal life cycle many times over so that now I have relatives who have grandchildren and great grandchildren. I have learned to adapt to this ever changing world but I miss the simplicity of the dial phone, the non computer age in which cars used stick shifts, and typewriters, egg beaters, and even coffee percolators were standard. Those days are gone but they are a big part of my youth. Today's children have an entirely new world in which we aged have had to cope learning how to use a smart phone, a computer, fancy cars that are totally computerized, and even coffee makers that make a single cup of coffee. The young will always have that as the basis for their life experience. What a world we are having to learn and understand.
I am going to go to the Fort with Sandra and Elijah who wants to take me out for my birthday, so this will be a special treat for the three of us.
I will admit that at my age few of my old friends are left and I know that one of these days I too will be going to my grave. That is what one thinks about when one is past the 3/4 century mark. I have been thinking about it for some time now. I have not accumulated any great wealth to share with others. Since I am unmarried, childless, I do not have heirs to consider in the disposal of my worldly goods. Most families have already made their wills to include all their children. When one is childless, one does not think about who should or will gain possession of any worldly goods that one has.
All that I have is a lot of things that my mother and dad left to me after they passed, and I must find a way to finally settle their accounts for them. Many things I will simply give to charity but there are a few things that I may have to sell simply to help me in my final years. I do not have social security coming in due to the fact that while a teacher in California my salary was not converted to the social security system but instead to the California Retirement Fund, which I naturally drew upon once I left the state. I had exactly a 711 amount paid into that system which tells me a lot to this day! In social security which I had paid into prior to that teaching experience I only had $17,000 so total for my retirement at that age I had $24,000. Is this a fix? You bet your sweet ass it is.
I am a big girl and I do know the facts of life. I know what it will take for me to survive in the next ten years, and so I have been reading facts from International Living which seems to point me in the direction of becoming an exPat to settle in some other part of the world in which the cost of living is commensurate with all that I have left to spend on my retirement years.
Yes, I have been trying to find a way out of this dilemma of life in America. None of us are ever truly prepared for our final days no matter how many times we are told to be prepared for its coming.
It is unlikely that I can be hired for any job since I know myself that I do not even want to consider that. I do look to other means of bringing in dollars, one of which is to write a blockbuster book but that dims daily as well. Publishers are playing new games today and writers who want to be successful have to do what the so called publishers want instead of really writing the story that they want to tell. One has limits of words, titles, and even character development, and frankly, in my opinion, most books today have no real value at all. The world was a better place for quality writers years ago. Today, most publishers want the writers who jump when they say jump. I personally do not like that at all.
However, one topic has caught my fancy recently. I have read two books which actually do refer to these same situations but neither has made a dent in the book world as far as I can see. Yes, they did get published but they did not make headlines. Fifty Shades of Gray seems to be the ongoing style book that publishers want.
The New York Times has a series in its newspaper now on billionaires who live in the grand high rises in Manhattan. These billionaires stories are being told with a journalistic bent. In my opinion, this is the kind of book that needs to be written in a style that will not only shed a bit of light on the problem while sensationalizing it as well. The realization that Manhattan is owned by so many foreign billionaires fascinates me. Why would anyone want to park their butts in NYC is more than I can comprehend but it is obvious that it appeals to the very richest of the rich.
I became involved in the past due to some internal diggings in my mind. I knew absolutely nothing about any of these men until I embarked on this self discovery program. Learning what i did while in a state of self hypnosis has truly made an impact on me. I have no final conclusions about it except that it gave me an insight and look at life in times past that I truly loved and enjoyed learning. I have had to undergo many different ways of assimilating this into my self awareness so as not to be overwhelmed by it all. My experiences were so satisfying to me that I eventually learned to let them rest in the past where they are still buried to make today count even more profoundly than I had thought possible. We are all caught in the environment that gives us birth, and we can only become what our destiny allows us to be with the resources that are at hand as we grow to maturity in this lifetime.
I do not expect that much of my life now as I am slowly coming to its end. Whether I shall return to the earth life in a future generation is yet unknown to me even though I had thought i had gleaned a look into it. In many ways, I understand why most hope that this time round is the end all to an earthly life and that our souls should simply rest in that Heavenly promise that so many religious beliefs seem to offer.
Life is NOT what we make it. Life is not totally within our ability to make it anything that we think we might want it to be. None of us is able to overcome the family life into which we are born which is the real basis for our growth into adulthood. No matter whether born into great wealth or poverty, one is nurtured by that lifestyle so that it dictates to us which road we have to take in order to survive.
Most children follow in their family's footsteps while a few rebel against the family to reject that choice offered to them. In many cases, parents want better for their children than they had so that they do not require that they follow their pattern. In my case, that is how my parents treated me. They wanted better for me than what they had had in their lives.
Thus, I got a college degree, went out on my own, and became a part of the community which employed me to do the job that I had been trained to do. However, family did interrupt my own career plans so that I ended up reuniting with my parents to end up living with them for the remainder of their days so that I am finally alone with only distant relatives and a few really true friends.
Age happens to all of us. Before you know, life has followed the same old pattern of the normal life cycle many times over so that now I have relatives who have grandchildren and great grandchildren. I have learned to adapt to this ever changing world but I miss the simplicity of the dial phone, the non computer age in which cars used stick shifts, and typewriters, egg beaters, and even coffee percolators were standard. Those days are gone but they are a big part of my youth. Today's children have an entirely new world in which we aged have had to cope learning how to use a smart phone, a computer, fancy cars that are totally computerized, and even coffee makers that make a single cup of coffee. The young will always have that as the basis for their life experience. What a world we are having to learn and understand.
Deep thoughts
This will be quite deep. Today, a child in Ohio has been arrested for the killing of her 2 month old baby sister. She was only 11 years old. While her mother slept in her room, the pretty little girl unmercifully bludgeoned and beat the 2 month old to death. Now nobody can understand why it is that she did this. But there is little doubt that this mother grieves over the loss of two of her children.
I remember when I was ten I baby sat for a family who lived a few streets from where I lived, and I would walk there after school to baby sit for an hour or so. It was my first job. I loved the babies then, and I will always love babies. I was taught at an early age on how to hold a baby so that his head would be balanced, and how to love and handle him. I knew how to change diapers, and how to feed a baby.
So when I was 14, I walked to my aunt and uncle's house to help them while my Aunt recovered from her birthing experience with her second son. Her first was one years old when her second was born so that i was asked to help care for the babies. I learned more that summer about the reality of being a mother than anyone can imagine, and I think of that when I think of this poor 11 year old girl having to care for her young sister.
It is frankly too much to ask of a child to have to do the duties that a mother must perform. Changing diapers, making formula, feeding the baby, burping the baby, holding and rocking the baby to sleep, listening to the cries and screams is a torment for a young child who does not understand why it is that a baby must have tender, loving care. It is possible that the older sister was jealous of all the attention that a baby naturally requires. Whatever the case, one must realize that the mother is who is most responsible for the wellbeing of both children, and that the girl who could not handle it must be given the benefit of love from older and more compassionate adults.
I am feeling for the older girl since I know how I felt when I learned what it took to be a mother to a newborn. It is a rough and tough job. I did all those things that I mentioned above, in addition to cleaning bottles, sterilizing them, filling them with formula, I watched my aunt squeeze her breasts to get rid of the milk that forms when pregnant with child. I istened to the baby cry at night, and listened to the parents as they took turns tending to his cries. I assisted in cleaning the small house, the bottles, and the diapers. In those days, we did not have modern conveniences like throwaway diapers. We had cloth diapers that had to be rinsed and wished right away. I admit that I came to love the smell of baby powder, and there is nothing better than lubricating a baby's bottom and putting powder on it so that he does not chap. But children must be taught to do this.
So I am concerned about people's reaction to an over stressed little girl in Ohio who did not have the patience and the strength to overcome her own anxieties about her baby sister. She has a picture of herself on her Facebook page holding the baby in her arms. This little girl of 11 must be given love and compassion as well as her mother. It is such a tragedy that I am just hoping that she gets the right treatment for her snapping. I pray for her.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Kayla Mueller, a young martyr!
Kayla Mueller is a young woman, 26 years old, from Prescott, Arizona who has been held hostage by ISIS terrorists for 18 months. She has been pronounced dead by the ISIS group who claim that she was killed during a Jordanian air strike. Jordan promised to retaliate against the group after a video film was released showing the vicious burning alive of a pilot who had unfortunately fallen into Syria territory to be picked up by ISIS terrorists.
Jordan denied vehemently that their bombs had caused the death of the young woman, and it was proved pretty convincingly by the FBI that the supposed building where she was purported to have been killed did not show any sign of bombing from the Jordanian bombers. There were no smoldering embers or smoke rising from a scene which would have had evidence of recent bombing. However, the family in Prescott asked for proof from the ISIS terrorists that their daughter had been killed, and so in an email a photo of the girl was sent to the parents that verified that she was indeed dead.
A lot of stories are being distributed about what may have happened to her while in captivity. Supposedly, she had been with her boyfriend when she was captured, and it appears that he had tried to get her released from captivity also. But another story is circulating tonight on ABC that she may have been forced into a marriage to one of the leading commanders of ISIS. However, a statement by one of the hostages who had been released through a deal did indicate that she had been held with the other prisoners. None of these stories about this girl should be taken seriously.
A letter she wrote to her parents while in prison has been shared with the public tonight. You can tell that she is using care in what she is saying and I would imagine that she was trying to make certain that if found by the ISIS group it would not hurt her in any way. She spoke well and positively of her treatment which is a smart thing to do if it fell into the wrong hands.
As it is, it did reach her parents, and CBS tonight made a story out of it comparing it to both Anne Frank and Martin Luther King, and calling it One Page.
No matter what, I understand why she did the smart thing to find the "good" in everything. Even in her captivity, she was able to find some good in her surroundings. I would imagine that good might be to give comfort to the other hostages.
Yes, she risked her life to help save the needy in Syria, and she paid for it. I am certain that she has reached a place in Heavenly Love to be well rewarded for her courage and bravery. Very few young women would dare to do this remarkable effort but she is now being remembered and celebrated.
God bless Kayla and may Heavenly Peace descend upon her family.
Jordan denied vehemently that their bombs had caused the death of the young woman, and it was proved pretty convincingly by the FBI that the supposed building where she was purported to have been killed did not show any sign of bombing from the Jordanian bombers. There were no smoldering embers or smoke rising from a scene which would have had evidence of recent bombing. However, the family in Prescott asked for proof from the ISIS terrorists that their daughter had been killed, and so in an email a photo of the girl was sent to the parents that verified that she was indeed dead.
A lot of stories are being distributed about what may have happened to her while in captivity. Supposedly, she had been with her boyfriend when she was captured, and it appears that he had tried to get her released from captivity also. But another story is circulating tonight on ABC that she may have been forced into a marriage to one of the leading commanders of ISIS. However, a statement by one of the hostages who had been released through a deal did indicate that she had been held with the other prisoners. None of these stories about this girl should be taken seriously.
A letter she wrote to her parents while in prison has been shared with the public tonight. You can tell that she is using care in what she is saying and I would imagine that she was trying to make certain that if found by the ISIS group it would not hurt her in any way. She spoke well and positively of her treatment which is a smart thing to do if it fell into the wrong hands.
As it is, it did reach her parents, and CBS tonight made a story out of it comparing it to both Anne Frank and Martin Luther King, and calling it One Page.
No matter what, I understand why she did the smart thing to find the "good" in everything. Even in her captivity, she was able to find some good in her surroundings. I would imagine that good might be to give comfort to the other hostages.
Yes, she risked her life to help save the needy in Syria, and she paid for it. I am certain that she has reached a place in Heavenly Love to be well rewarded for her courage and bravery. Very few young women would dare to do this remarkable effort but she is now being remembered and celebrated.
God bless Kayla and may Heavenly Peace descend upon her family.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Thoughts on the burning of a Jordanian Pilot
DMLDaily.com has the video which shows the burning of the Jordanian pilot who was captured by ISIS December 24, 2014. I decided to watch it after seeing still photos which were available on the internet. The networks won't show the video to the world at large but the world of Islam has seen the videos on big screens in Iraq and probably many other places where television is available. Once I had access to the video I could not stop myself from seeing it.
I posted it to my Facebook timeline for those of my friends who might want to see it. I cannot control who Facebook sends it to in the newsfeed but my settings are for friends. None have responded to the video so far so I am not sure if Facebook is sending it or not. That is why I decided to write this piece about it.
I was saddened to see so many men in uniforms with their faces covered holding weapons in their hands while this lone victim was dressed in the standard orange suit that the ISIS groups make their prisoners wear for their execution. He walked alone in front of all those soldiers who were positioned around an area in which a large cage was erected. This cage reminds me of the play 1984 so I got the message from that alone.
The pilot had a black eye from where he had been punched in the face obviously. He looked around at all the men who were holding their weapons as he walked towards the cage. He had been doused with a substance that was obviously flammable. After he was placed in the cage, a soldier knelt down with a torch in his hand to light the fire that traveled quickly to the cage to set him afire. He screamed pitifully and then finally collapsed to his knees to kneel while his entire body was burnt to a black crisp. He finally fell backward so that then a caterpillar came forward to drop a load of concrete through the top of the cage down upon his charred body. The amount of concrete was excessive but it covered his body quickly, and there the video ends. I have never felt such pity and sorrow for someone in my life. It was horrid, unbelievably cruel, and so senseless that one cannot comprehend the video photographer's ease at filming this dreadful sight.
This is cruelty, barbarism, and sadism beyond belief! I honestly believe that certain adults should see this to understand why it is that the world of Islam is being treated to this as a way to coerce and to intimidate them into submitting to this evil ISIS groups demands. It is horrific so that those of us who they hate so much must know in order to protect ourselves from them, and to hold an advantage over them.
Ignorance is the worst problem that a free world has. If we do not know the true nature of our enemies, we will surely be unable to defend ourselves against them.
If ISIS would do this to a pilot from Jordan, what would they do to an American pilot who they hate even worse? They used this poor man as an example of their hatred, their cruelty, their demonic way so that the world would know that this would happen to anyone who they deem guilty.
After I saw how he had suffered, I wished that he had had a cyanide pill to have taken just to avoid this fate. There is no need for any soldier to ever suffer so cruelly as this.
If you cannot stomach this simple description, then do not see the video. But it is better to know and to see it for yourself than to just hear about it. Only by watching this poor man's demise can anyone understand fully why we must stop ISIS NOW, not a day later! This vile evil must end...ISIS cannot survive!
I posted it to my Facebook timeline for those of my friends who might want to see it. I cannot control who Facebook sends it to in the newsfeed but my settings are for friends. None have responded to the video so far so I am not sure if Facebook is sending it or not. That is why I decided to write this piece about it.
I was saddened to see so many men in uniforms with their faces covered holding weapons in their hands while this lone victim was dressed in the standard orange suit that the ISIS groups make their prisoners wear for their execution. He walked alone in front of all those soldiers who were positioned around an area in which a large cage was erected. This cage reminds me of the play 1984 so I got the message from that alone.
The pilot had a black eye from where he had been punched in the face obviously. He looked around at all the men who were holding their weapons as he walked towards the cage. He had been doused with a substance that was obviously flammable. After he was placed in the cage, a soldier knelt down with a torch in his hand to light the fire that traveled quickly to the cage to set him afire. He screamed pitifully and then finally collapsed to his knees to kneel while his entire body was burnt to a black crisp. He finally fell backward so that then a caterpillar came forward to drop a load of concrete through the top of the cage down upon his charred body. The amount of concrete was excessive but it covered his body quickly, and there the video ends. I have never felt such pity and sorrow for someone in my life. It was horrid, unbelievably cruel, and so senseless that one cannot comprehend the video photographer's ease at filming this dreadful sight.
This is cruelty, barbarism, and sadism beyond belief! I honestly believe that certain adults should see this to understand why it is that the world of Islam is being treated to this as a way to coerce and to intimidate them into submitting to this evil ISIS groups demands. It is horrific so that those of us who they hate so much must know in order to protect ourselves from them, and to hold an advantage over them.
Ignorance is the worst problem that a free world has. If we do not know the true nature of our enemies, we will surely be unable to defend ourselves against them.
If ISIS would do this to a pilot from Jordan, what would they do to an American pilot who they hate even worse? They used this poor man as an example of their hatred, their cruelty, their demonic way so that the world would know that this would happen to anyone who they deem guilty.
After I saw how he had suffered, I wished that he had had a cyanide pill to have taken just to avoid this fate. There is no need for any soldier to ever suffer so cruelly as this.
If you cannot stomach this simple description, then do not see the video. But it is better to know and to see it for yourself than to just hear about it. Only by watching this poor man's demise can anyone understand fully why we must stop ISIS NOW, not a day later! This vile evil must end...ISIS cannot survive!
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