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    <title>Retiring From A Job A Person Hates Can Be A Godsend In More Than One Way</title>
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    <description><![CDATA[For the many people who work all their lives in jobs they hate, retiring from those jobs is a godsend in more than one way. After they retire they won't be like the multitudes of people who wish they never quit work and long to be back on their jobs rather than languishing in what they view as idly unemployment. <br />
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Imagine being chained to a job you hated for decades and one day walking out of that workplace and breathing the fresh air of freedom.  Perhaps at that glorious moment you begin to dream again for the fist time in years and have some retirement money so you never have to work at a job you hate again. <br />
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Unlike those who retired from jobs they loved and bemoan the good old days, the job haters will have none of that nonsense. The cords to their miserable jobs severed, they will bask in their retirement years and savor them like vintage wine. <br />
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This is not to say all people who loved the jobs they retired from are miserable, but many are.   Had they hated their jobs, they'd never look back and would bask in carefree days and tranquil nights far from stressful jobs and difficult bosses.  ]]></description>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 7 Jul 2010 22:00:12 -0400</pubDate>
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    <title>Execution By Elephant (Draft)</title>
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    <description><![CDATA[I saw a fictional movie about India in ancient times. A guy incurred a ruler's wrath  over a woman they both loved and the guy was put to death by an elephant stepping on his head and crushing it to death. It was awful. You were spared seeing the actual head crush, but you heard a dreadful sound that said as much as the view would have. <br />
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I got curious. Did people in India get executed by elephants in the past? Unfortunately, I discovered they did, many. Sometimes under the instructions of their trainers, the elephants tore off the victims limbs before crushing his head. Other times, the elephants gore their victims to death. <br />
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These elephants executions were public affairs to terrify would be offenders.  Sad these animals were turned into human killing machines. ]]></description>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 4 Jul 2010 21:34:19 -0400</pubDate>
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    <title>Illuminations Or Illusions</title>
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    <description><![CDATA[If someone said to me the mystics from various religious traditions reporting they've attained enlightenment, aka ultimate truth, surely have attained and are knowers of reality. <br />
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I could say, what they experienced could be just illusions within a Grand Illusion. We have no way to verify their words or their experiences. No enlightenment meters exist. And many allegedly enlightened sages have acted in ways suggesting they were either misinterpreting their experiences or lying about their truths. <br />
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Worst case scenario concerning these mystics: they could have brain trained their minds into delusional oblivions they believe are truths, akin to people experiencing nervous breakdowns who believe they have psychic powers.  <br />
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So have they seen ultimate truth? Maybe, but perhaps no one will know ultimate truth until they die and leave the misconceptions and the dogmas behind. Perhaps like goldfish in a bowl that upon breaking the surface believe they have glimpsed liberation, and when they jump out of the bowl believe they've attained full enlightenment, the mystics are in the same fishbowl killing their selfs and their sanity when they make the final leap into the rarefied air of delusional oblivions. On the other hand, maybe they are knowers of reality.     <br />
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    <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 22:23:19 -0400</pubDate>
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    <title>Dishonesty In Religion</title>
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    <description><![CDATA[When people running religions, who act like they think they are mouthpieces of the Almighty, make claims such as if you follow our religion you'll get into heaven instead of going to hell, they are being dishonest. They no more know where you will go after death than a rock would. All their knowledge, all their pronouncements come out of books filled with embellishments, contradictions and untruths assumed to be ultimate facts they parrot like mindless minions. Yet, to hear many of these people speak their spiels, you'd think they were plugged into the Source and got daily updates about the state of affairs on planet earth and beyond. Poppycock passed off as truth.<br />
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Where does the disconnect with truth happen with them? Why don't they take a sobering inventory and just say we don't know but we believe this to be true based on bullshit stories. Ok, I'm joking about them saying bullshit stories, though that would be honest.<br />
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I believe none of the religions have the ultimate truth sewed up despite their claims and exhortations, their blindsided beliefs, and their campfire stories cooked with a thousand embellishments and served up as gospel truths.     ]]></description>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2010 18:09:58 -0400</pubDate>
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    <title>We May Be More Pre-Determined Than Self-Determined</title>
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    <description><![CDATA[More and more I believe genetics predestines nearly every facet of our lives, and more than we can measure. Consider the General, Stanley McChrystal, recently relived of his command in Afghanistan. His whole family is military and his father was a General. No doubt he inherited his father's genes and his intellect and, of course, rose to prominence in the military being equipped with the proper genetics to be a high achiever in the armed services.<br />
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Consider how doctor's sons, inheriting their father's genes, often become doctors.  Doctors whose fathers weren't physicians are genetically blessed with higher intellects and greater determination than those who lacked the genetic gifts to get grades good enough to attend and graduate from medical schools.     <br />
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It may be high achievers are driven less by desire than by design. High achievers might have a full throttle gene driving them beyond the capabilities of most humans.  Millionaire entrepreneurs might have a Midas Touch gene making all their business ventures golden. <br />
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And 'drive' may be more genetic than self-generated. <br />
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In a word, we may be more predetermined than self-determined. ]]></description>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jun 2010 23:19:14 -0400</pubDate>
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    <title>Will Van Der Sloot Escape A Peruvian Prison Sentence?</title>
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    <description><![CDATA[I read Van Der Sloot recanted his confession about murdering that young woman in Peru. He's scared. He's afraid of getting murdered in a Peruvian jail by prison thugs.  Rightfully so. Maybe, too, he thinks if he confesses to the Aruba authorities he killed the Holloway girl, he'll get a cushy jail sentence in Aruba instead of a nightmare in Peru. That could explain why he said he'd only talk to them about the location of Natalee Holloway's body.<br />
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Maybe he has illusions of getting off with his recent claim his confession was forced. I cannot see him getting out of this trap he created. The police in Peru even have some DNA from under the victim's fingernails that might seal the case against Van Der Sloot.  On the other hand, I thought he was going to get convicted for the Aruba murder, yet he got off. <br />
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If by some miracle, or the dark arts of a high powered attorney, he beats the charges in Peru, I don't think he'll make it out that country alive. <br />
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I hope justice gets served swiftly and surely in this case. Like many, I feel he murdered Natalee Holloway in Aruba and should have been sentenced for the crime. I hope this time Justice gets served hot and piping and Van Der Sloot gets fried in a Peruvian court. <br />
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    <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jun 2010 19:31:45 -0400</pubDate>
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    <title>The Forgotten People</title>
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    <description><![CDATA[I work with the elderly and see so many of them alone in their senior years it saddens me. Some choose to isolate. Some feel aged out of the youth-oriented society here in America and retire into seclusion. Many lose spouses to the ravages of living long lives.<br />
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I often think is this what we live for, to be alone and isolated in our later years? Usually, older women are alone, once fragrant flowers fading away in obscurity and loneliness, outliving or losing their men. No caring arms to hold them. No tender touches to soothe their weary hearts.<br />
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I find this a cruel aspect of existence, the many people alone alone, and often unloved.<br />
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I remember reading years ago the Eskimos left their elderly in the icy environs to freeze to death when they got too old to take care of themselves, rather than nurture and revere them like some cultures do.<br />
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Are we much better than the Eskimos? We abandon many of our elderly in the icy environs of desolate lives and give them little respect. Some we shut away in prison-like institutions bereft of dignity and caring. Small wonder many of them suffer from depression. Small wonder some of them kill themselves. A quick death in the Arctic might be merciful by comparison.<br />
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    <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 21:46:55 -0400</pubDate>
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    <title>What If There Were No Religion?</title>
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    <description><![CDATA[Given all the nutcases that give religion a bad name with rampant misogyny, oppressive man made rules, and all the killings in the name of God, I concluded the world would be better off without religion. <br />
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After further reflection, I saw a flaw in my logic. I saw religion with its promises of heavens and warnings of hells keeps legions of people in line who might otherwise behave badly with no carrot stick danging from the heavens, no imaginary devil awaiting them in hell.  <br />
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But, I pondered, in spite of the rewards and punishments you have religious lunatics killing people in the names of their gods, and fundamentalists controlling people with unyielding legalism and underhanded guilt tactics. So I reached a damned if you do damned if you don't impasse in my conclusions. And still I wonder if a world without religions would behave any better than the one with religions we have now? <br />
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Though I know not the answer, I'd like to give it a try. I'd like to see humankind behaving at its best without having to be bribed with rewards and forced with fears. I'd like to see humankind evolve into what you glimpse in its highest and purest examples. The selfless acts of love and everyday kindnesses uncorrupted by scoring points and winning souls.  ]]></description>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2010 23:16:30 -0400</pubDate>
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    <title>Nobody Goes To San Francisco Anymore</title>
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    <description><![CDATA[I remember when Timothy Leary, a Harvard University professor, appeared out of the ethers and onto the air waves. Sounding like a prophet, he exhorted the world to Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out. He had the answers, or so it seemed. Thousands took his advice and tripped out on LSD. Mellow yellow converts with flowers in their hair  extolled the benefits of mind blowing psychedelic trips to the far out inner spaces of the brain. Some saw God. Some saw Truth. A few jumped out of windows. Lucy was in the sky with diamonds and Alice got ten feet tall.<br />
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Then Timothy Leary died and his mushroom induced revolution in consciousness faded out of the mainstream never fulfilling its promises of peace and love. Illegal drugs on the coattails of LSD spawned crack addicts and drug dealers. People turning on. Tuning in to the wrong stations. Dropping out and dying. "A lot of people walking 'round with tombstones in their eyes" instead of flowers in their hair. And nobody goes to San Fransisco anymore. ]]></description>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 20:19:44 -0400</pubDate>
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    <title>Seems The Dead Can Talk To The Living In Dreams</title>
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    <description><![CDATA[I have read two compelling cases about the dead talking to the living in dreams with what may pass as proof. <br />
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In the first case, a widow's husband had hidden some money in their home and hadn't told her before he died. The woman knew the money was in the house, but couldn't find it. She searched all through the house but found nothing. <br />
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One night her deceased husband appeared in a dream telling her where he hid the money. When she woke up she ran to the spot where her husband said the money was hidden, tore up some floorboards, and found the money where her husband said it was in the dream.  <br />
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In the second case, a woman's dead father spoke to her in a dream. Play these lottery numbers he told her as the numbers became visible. The next day at work she told her coworkers about the dream. They encouraged her to play the numbers. So she played them in that week's lottery. A few days later she won the grand prize and became a millionaire many times over.<br />
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Maybe there are other explanations for these cases. In the first, perhaps the woman really knew where the money was but somehow forgot until a dream jogged her memory with the dead husband only a memory, nothing more.<br />
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In the second case, maybe the story became embellished or is really an urban legend.  I cannot recall where I read these stories, and I'm skeptical about many claims of supernatural occurrences, but these two claims I believed, compelling as they were.     <br />
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    <pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2010 23:28:20 -0400</pubDate>
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