Lor’s Blog

This post doesnt lead to anything conclusive,so dont get excited.

It started when I came across synchromysticism on the internet. Possibley Youtube.

Anyway, what happens when you begin humoring the syncs that other people find is that you begin to think like that a little….you begin to see the interconnectedness of everyday happenings and coincidences show in the numbers.

So, for the last few years my radar has been up.

I remember I found a book I bought many years ago but hadnt yet read.                       

The Montauk Project.

Something in my brain was ripe for timetravel-dimension travel  material and I became hungry.

I  got Machaelle Small Wright’s book Dancing in The Shadows of the Moon.

I read them both and let that cook.

I realized that sometimes you get interested in a whole lot of things that have no seeming connection, but that is an illusion of time,too.

A wildlife documentary is on TV one day and from what I remember it was about different ocean animals, but what really got me was the part on starfish.

They spoke about how star fish eat, reproduce, and how slowly they move. They drew attention to how seemingly chaotic and without agenda the movements were in order to set you up for the time-lapse photography.

I got goosebumps. As they sped up the film, the actions of the starfish became deliberate,calculating,brilliant,and successful.

This is when I began to get these thoughts about meditation, purposefully slowing down mentally to be in the moment, and how this pertains to deliberate creation.

Lets be real-

starfish aren’t eating and living their life on stealth, running the hamster-wheel, and collecting gadgets.

So now occasinally I will blog about stuff that makes absolutely no sense because the connections arent obvious…. just to see if they all come together to create or coincide with a greater goal.

C’mon. Im blogging about starfish.

What are the chances other people are blogging about starfish at this exact moment? I want to mention I started this post a month ago and only just now came back to it, if that makes a difference.

Any thoughts? I welcome them.

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Be fore-warned.

This is a rant of an incredibly annoying nature, one which most people are sick of hearing and yet do absolutely nothing to soften….

Im a mom. My generation pretty much brought-up themselves.

No mother told me about my period, I read a book that told me.

No mother taught me about sex, I figured it out .

No mother discussed my future, there wasnt any genuine interest.

So here I am, a mom, and I have interest in what my child likes to do and I want to do everything I can to make sure they are doing what they like when they grow-up. I read to them, take them where they can get fresh air, and provide whatever supplies it takes to feed their interest (guitar,art supplies,ect).

Here is where things get ugly:

I was MORE respected,got more affection, my family and friends and partner gave me more time when I was bartending 40+hours a week than when I am home keeping house and actually spending *time* with the kids.

At one time I was a single parent for almost 2 years.

I worked 50+ hours a week,and I am ashamed to admit I dont remember much about my children’s likes and dislikes, what their favorite foods were and how they did in school.

It was exausting.

I eventually lost that particular job, and I worked 2-3 different jobs to make ends meet… bartending,landscaping,fire-extinguisher services….

whatever.

I just want to say it was LOST TIME with my kids, and I hate thinking about it.

Moms have more value to the community -

as is reflected by our society-

if they work longer,harder, and spend less time getting to know their children. What they bring in monetarily is their value.

I often laugh to myself (I know,not good) thinking about how valuable and worthy I would be if I got lucky and won the lotto.

I would be wonderful and a good mom.

I would have lots of friends and probably even be considered *smart*.

Why?

Because money = intelligence and value.

I did not have children just to keep them alive until they reached 18.

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Jason from Paranormalknowledge.com has inspired me to write about my (somewhat) paranormal experience.

Some years ago, I had a job briefly as a teacher’s aid for at-risk teens. Getting them to begin and then finish anything was really challenging, so I decided it would be fun to offer field-trips for those who qualify to the places outlined in the book Haunted Newengland.

Over time, we hit a few places and had alot of fun, but one place in particular was really interesting.

We took the class to Anawan Rock, a place frequented and commented on several times a year. Taken from the historical site:

Location: Winthrop Street (Route 44) about 1 1/2 miles east of Anawan Street (Route 118).

History: Captain Benjamin Church captured Chief Anawan, a Wampanoag sachem and advisor to King Philip, at Anawan Rock in August 1676. This action ended the King Philip’s War in southeastern Massachusetts. Anawan, along with his remaining warriors, fled to this location at the edge of Squanakonk Swamp to hide from the English troops that were searching the woods of southeastern Massachusetts for any remaining Indian resistance.

Church, a famous Indian fighter, received word from an Indian informant that Anawan was hiding in the north end of Squanakonk Swamp. After a difficult march to the site (Route 44 did not exist at the time), Church and his company surprised Anawan, who surrendered without a fight.

Anawan was taken to Plymouth. Despite the protest of Captain Church, who had given Anawan a promise of safe conduct at his surrender, the authorities there beheaded him.

We did our own evaluation of where this supposedly took place, and decided it would be more interesting to go directly across the street and into the woods a ways to see what we could find.

I was nauseous.

A student became nauseous.

We didnt find it peaceful at all where others claimed “it was a nice peaceful place to be”. The students who were usually taking pictures and enthused about a haunted-history excursion all wanted to leave.

One claimed he was “freaked” and wanted to go. No other excuses.

After looking around a bit, one student asked, “what are all these rocks in piles all over the place?” .

We all looked down (it was Fall, so the leaves made the piles less obvious at first) and noticed as far as our eyes could tell, these “rock piles” were everywhere.  In circles. Dozens.

It occured to the teacher we were with that the rock piles possibly could be “markers” for graves or something other.

Regardless of what they were marking, it was highly unusual for the class to want to get back to *school* while on a fieldtrip they were originally excited to go.

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sorry it took so long to make this post. I actually started it weeks ago when in the process of searching out a nice “history” description, I must of happened on an infected site because my PC required help after that.

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This is how Chocolate O’ Clock works -

As I move throughout my day, various things imprint upon my brain as “worthy of being noted” , and depending on which thought I give the most air-time to, I will post.

More often than not, I post asking myself ( and more importantly you ) questions with the philosophy that contemplation fertilizes the brain.

So its noon-time, and I want to post.

I asked my SO what he thinks i should post about. He says sex. Not a big surprise there, I think there are alot of people  that are glued to any topic involving sex.

What is it about the topic that has most of the world glued?

We want to know that we are normal.

We want to know that we are not the only people in the world that feel the way we do.

We want to know that we have worthiness and that we are special; and when we feel a little less than that we hope to hear something that will help us to be more worthy and more special. 

We use sex as our measure of value, we behave as if mastering this one topic will give us our health, our freedom, our income, our esteem.

Maybe for some it does.

There are always exceptions to every rule.

If I am going to speak honestly on the subject, I can only speak from the perspective of the importance of it in my life.

Its simply a symptom of connection.

It is simply a by-product of two people in the flow of loving life and using the other person as a physical means of feeling this joy.

For this reason it shouldnt be more important than breathing clean air, feeling sunshine on your face, or having a nice big piece of chocolate cake.

 Its only of importance to those who arent getting any of it,and to anyone who wants more of it, the quickest route I can tell is to find something that brings you joy, makes you smile, and melts your heart .

The very sight of that is the shortest distance between two people.                                                                           

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