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A Well-Planned Retirement!

From The London Times:
A Well-Planned Retirement

Outside England 's Bristol Zoo there is a parking lot
for 150 cars and 8 buses. For 25 years, its
parking fees were managed by a very pleasant
attendant. The fees were £1 for cars ($1.40),
£5 for buses (about $7).

Then, one day, after 25 solid years of never missing
a day of work, he just didn't show up; so the Zoo
Management called the City Council and asked it
to send them another parking agent.

The Council did some research and replied that the
parking lot was the Zoo's own responsibility.

The Zoo advised the Council that the attendant was
a City employee.

The City Council responded that the lot attendant
had never been on the City payrole.

Meanwhile, sitting in his villa somewhere on the coast of Spain(or some such scenario), is a man who'd apparently had a
ticket machine installed completely on his own; and then
had simply begun to show up every day, commencing
to collect and keep the parking fees, estimated at about
$560 per day -- for 25 years.

Assuming 7 days a week, this amounts to just over
$7 million dollars!

.....

And no one even knows his name.

An Italian Boy's Confession

AN ITALIAN BOY'S CONFESSION


'Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl'.

The priest asks, 'Is that you, little Joey Pagano ?'

'Yes, Father, it is.'

'And who was the girl you were with?'

'I can't tell you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation'.

"Well, Joey, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?'

'I cannot say.'

'Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?'

'I'll never tell.'

'Was it Nina Capelli?'

'I'm sorry, but I cannot name her.'

'Was it Cathy Piriano?'

'My lips are sealed.'

'Was it Rosa DiAngelo, then?'

'Please, Father, I cannot tell you.'

The priest sighs in frustration. 'You're very tight lipped, and I admire that. But you've sinned and have to atone.
You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself.'

Joey walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over and whispers, 'What'd you get?'

'Four months vacation and five good leads.'

John Bloodworth writes...

As you used to say... I have a theory...

I'm not a Reiki master but would like to be. I have had a Reiki session where a group of us would take turns applying reiki to each other. I have been told that I am a Reiki Shaman. I’m not sure what that means. lol. When I first saw a reiki session I said that this is something I have been doing for years and did not know it had a name. I remember being ten years old and trying to get rid of my mother’s headaches. Who knew?

Now let me talk about the Akashic records. I believe in God and Jesus Christ and at this time I don't have a reason not to accept the possibility or probability that the records exist. These records are known by different names including the Book of Life. I have not accessed the Akashic records though I have tried several times through self hypnosis and guided imagery. I am reading several books on this along with listening to Podcasts on this subject. To me it would make sense to believe that they do exist. As with everything in my time of study and research I often think I understand and accept something only to have ten more questions arise.

For the Akashic records to exist and for us humans to access them we would have to accept that they exist in a different dimension and that we can access that dimension probably through hypnosis or mediation. So do these records also hold entries for any and all living beings like Pets, Bugs or viruses? Would the Akashic records hold the entries of past, present and future humans? How about ALIENS from different planets? I do think this is a big place for just humans to be here. No I have not seen any aliens. Lol. So, in the Hall of the Akashic records, are these records on the 27th floor? While aliens and all non human entities have their records on a different floor? Instead of floors are these possibly other dimensions? These other Dimensions would accessed by them in their own way. We know that most hypnosis or meditation occurs in our Alpha State of mind so perhaps an aliens state of mind is always in the Alpha to Theta range. If this were correct then the aliens would always have greater benefit of the communitive collective that I speak of next.

These other dimensions that I hypothesize about could be associative in structure, such as one synapses to another synapse in our own brain. This associative nature would be consistent with many other concepts in the "ologies" that are studied today. These studies range from Physiology to Psychology and from Psychiatry to Sophrology and even Mathematics. MD's today give great credence to the associative and plastistic nature of our brain and our mind. For more information on the concept of association please look into the wonderful subject of MINDMAPS. I love Tony Buzan's book on the subject. To continue... is our existence, our reality just one dimension of many? Do these dimensions exist together connected like ganglia by way of these hypnotic synapses in an infinitely large nebulous tic brain. Perhaps they exist as an ever increasing size of a fractal pattern from the size of a theoretical quark vibration to the spirals of the Milky Way.
As I talk through my theories of structure I often think many of these Ideals would help explain concepts in many other areas of study. With one subject being illustrated on a clear plastic sheet and then other subject outlines being overlaid upon it and then another and another soon you may have my nebuloustic brain. These subjects on this concept overlay are practically unlimited in number. Let me not make a quantum sized mistake when I earlier said "infinitely large" it could be infinitely small allowing for some nifty thoughts of vibrational string theory and entanglement to help explain everything from the flow of Reiki energy to "intuition"

Now, Since I'm writing myself into the loony farm let me go ahead and further hypothesize that it is with "energy" and "intuition" that I touch upon one of my favorite subjects that is the collective unconscious. Imagine for a moment a thread or a matrix, for you computer geeks out there think of a Vlan. This connected but separate network throughout our nebuloustic brain that not only connects infinite dimensions but allows for communication and dare I say travel in such a way that is only limited by our imagination. Our imagination is for the most part "energy" and "intuition" that elicits emotions that are all guided by one chemical reaction or another It is my humble opinion that the nebuloustic brain and the collective unconscious exist and we are just now becoming aware of them and what it could all mean.

Please allow me a side note in that these subjects are vast, deep and wide in sheer volume of information, data and complexity. It is this mountain of data that brings me to rethink my way of positions on learning, knowing and existing. I feel that a lifetime of pursuing this field of study would be a great life indeed. So with the time I have left I must will myself to become ...a better person to empower my learning, knowing and existing to understand our possibilities and probabilities.

Well that's enough for this time.
Next time: More on NLP and Superlearning, Supermind, subconscious mind control and my theories on speaking in tongue as it relates to our collective locality.

Thank you.
John Bloodworth

About Golf, Tom Watson and life

About golf, Tom Watson and life


By Thomas L. Friedman


THE NEW YORK TIMES
2:00 a.m. July 31, 2009

Last April I took a break to caddy for the former U.S. Open champion Andy North when he teamed up with Tom Watson to defend their title in the two-man Liberty Mutual Legends of Golf tournament in Savannah, Ga. So it was with more than a casual spectator's interest that I watched in awe on Armed Forces television from Afghanistan as Watson made his amazing run at winning the British Open at age 59. Watson likes to talk about foreign affairs more than golf. So to let him know just how many people wanted him to win, I e-mailed him before the final round: “Even the Taliban are rooting for you.”
Indeed, I have been struck at how many golfers and non-golfers got caught up in Watson's historic performance – tying for the lead after four rounds at Turnberry, but losing in a playoff to the 36-year-old Stewart Cink. I was not alone in being devastated that Watson was not able to par the last hole and clinch the win. Like millions of others, I shouted at the TV as his ball ran across the 18th green – heading for trouble – “STOP! STOP! STOP!” as if I personally had something at stake. Why was that?
Many reasons. For starters, Watson's run was freaky unusual – a 59-year-old man who had played his opening two rounds in this tournament with a 16-year-old Italian amateur – was able to best the greatest golfers in the world at least a decade after anyone would have dreamed it possible. Watching this happen actually widened our sense of what any of us is capable of. That is, when Kobe Bryant scores 70 points, we are in awe. When Tiger Woods wins by 15 strokes, we are in awe. But when a man our own age and size whips the world's best – who are half his age – we identify.
Of course, Watson has unique golfing skills, but if you are a baby boomer you could not help but look at him and say something you would never say about Tiger or Kobe: “He's my age; he's my build; he's my height; and he even had his hip replaced like me. If he can do that, maybe I can do something like that, too.”
Neil Oxman, Watson's caddy, who is a top Democratic political consultant in his real life, told me: “After Thursday's round with Tom, when we left the scoring tent I said to him, 'You know, this is a thing.' He understood what I meant. On Sunday morning, the two of us were in the corner of the locker room without another human being around, sitting in these two easy chairs facing each other behind a partition. We were chatting about stuff, and I said to him, 'For a lot of people, what you're doing is life-affirming.' I took it from a story about when Betty Comden and Adolph Green – the writers of “Singin' in the Rain” – showed Leonard Bernstein the famous scene of Gene Kelly. Bernstein said to them, 'That scene is an affirmation of life.' What Tom did last week was an affirmation of life.”
Also, as Watson himself appreciates, the way he lost the tournament underscored why golf is the sport most like life. He hit two perfect shots on the 18th hole in the final round, and the second one bounced just a little too hard and ran through the green, leaving him a difficult chip back, which he was unable to get up and down. Had his ball stopped a foot shorter, he would have had an easy two-putt and a win.
That's the point. Baseball, basketball and football are played on flat surfaces designed to give true bounces. Golf is played on an uneven terrain designed to surprise. Good and bad bounces are built into the essence of the game. And the reason golf is so much like life is that the game – like life – is all about how you react to those good and bad bounces. Do you blame your caddy? Do you cheat? Do you throw your clubs? Or do you accept it all with dignity and grace and move on, as Watson always has. Hence the saying: Play one round of golf with someone, and you will learn everything you need to know about his character.
Golf is all about individual character. The ball is fixed. No one throws it to you. You initiate the swing, and you alone have to live with the results. There are no teammates to blame or commiserate with. Also, pro golfers, unlike baseball, football or basketball players, have no fixed salaries. They eat what they kill. If they score well, they make money. If they don't, they don't make money. I wonder what the average NBA player's free-throw shooting percentage would be if he had to make free throws to get paid the way golfers have to make three-foot putts?
This wonderful but cruel game never stops testing or teaching you. “The only comment I can make,” Watson told me after, “is one that the immortal Bobby Jones related: 'One learns from defeat, not from victory.' I may never have the chance again to beat the kids, but I took one thing from the last hole: hitting both the tee shot and the approach shots exactly the way I meant to wasn't good enough. . . . I had to finish.”
So Tom Watson got a brutal lesson in golf that he'll never forget, but he gave us all an incredible lesson in possibilities – one we'll never forget.