Posts Tagged ‘Nature’

Evolution and Demise of the Manifest Destiny of Mankind Part One

October 5, 2017

Our family often visited the World famous Kruger National Park when our children were young.  The Kruger haven is or largest natural game reserve situated in what was then called the Eastern Transvaal region of South Africa of the day; millions of the rich in the World crowd the reserve today.  It has become the refuge of the rich and famous; all kinds of celebrities of dubious honor come in large groups and the old days when it was a weekend away for ordinary citizens have long gone.

Let me cut this story short.

I enjoyed visiting Pretoriuskop Camp in the southwest corner of the Park; always booked a cottage at the end of the northeast section close to the natural pool and from our front porch I looked out over maybe 60 by 80 meters of open space towards the surrounding fence [erected around all camps to keep the large animals of prey out] from where I could watch the monkeys climbing over the strong wire fence late afternoon to settle in a massively large wild fig tree for the night.  There would be half an hour of loud discussions [never any fight or injured monkey] as each one would find his reserved space according to what was obviously a rigid pecking order system obeyed by every single member of the clan.  Early next morning they would come down out of the tree, climb out over the fence and go about their business of looking for food for the day.  It was obvious from the orderly discussions before they all left that each of them had his role cut out for the day.  I never in many years saw any fights, friction or any signs of havoc in the World of the Kruger Park Monkey species.

I also never saw one rich or one poor monkey; none wore rings or mink coats; never saw one neglected young kiddy monkey or a poor one begging for food.

We were there last time in 1977 and my readers will all remember that we did not have fax machines or cellular phones at that time.  Computers were large big blue machines; input was all on punched cards; output had reached the tape deck stage and reams of paper; desktop computers did not exist as yet and there was no Internet.  The monkey species had reached their peak and they would continue to prosper but would do so within a strict order of discipline and duty.

Let me give you an example.

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Just decided to end Part One here to give you all enough time to work out what you may expect in Part Two.  ‘Nuff said if I tell you all that you will be shocked right down into your boots, or your little toes if you are not wearing boots at the time when you read Part Two.

The series will run concurrently in WordPress and Facebook.

Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

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I am One of We the People; Yes, I am One of We the People

August 30, 2017

From this day on I aim to be One and I intend to stand firm and will not budge.

 We have a Constitution and I shall obey and honor that but I shall demand that others in business or politics do the same where it affects me or those that are dear to me.

 Join me and let us discuss our Constitution and our rights and duties; we cannot have the rights without the implicit duties to grant the other one the same rights in terms of our Constitution in everything in our daily lives.

Join me now.

Ike Jakson

in Americus Sowega saka Americoon

Down Memory Lane to this day in 1976

June 16, 2017

Friday, 16 June 2017

You have to be over 60 to have one; maybe in the old days you could have had one at 50 but no more.

In South Africa this day in 1976 was the dividing line between old memory days of April 6th, October 10th, December 16th and a few others.

It matters no more where your own private lane started or where you have gone since; at least not for groups no more though some have made it the starting point of their own.

 I stood at the top of what was then the business centre of Commissioner Street in Old Johannesburg South Africa and cried for my Country.  Having just taken the first two steps up the Corporate Ladder in one go when traffic stopped moving in Commissioner Street; the new Carlton Centre was not even fully operating; the old Alhambra Theatre drinking hole was still there right across the street corner at the north western street junction with the Carlton and the yuppies gathered there every night; on Friday nights their ladies would join them and the place would be packed; full house every Friday.  The JSE was still referred to as Burnett Street.  Soon after it would become Diagonal Street and the Carlton would be a slum.

June 16th of 1976 was the trigger; today Diagonal Street is a slum; nobody in his right mind will drive into the upper east end of Commissioner Street today.

The sad point is that too many are still dwelling on the divisions of the past that made children aged 8 to 10 turn on school buildings and libraries to burn them down and which in turn made it necessary for the armed forces to stop the riots.  Nobody stopped to find the solutions; the Country is in greater agony than ever before.

[to be continued one day; when that will be, I cannot say because we are not working on finding the solutions].

 Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

The Natural Laws of Average and Majorities chapter One

May 21, 2017

The reader will soon see why this post is called chapter One.

 Try it:

 If you Google “The Average Law” you will find:

Law of averages – Wikipedia

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law_of_averages

The law of averages (which is not considered a valid mathematical rule or principle) is the belief that a particular outcome or event is inevitable or certain simply …

 If you Google “The Law of Averages” you will find:

 https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/law%20of%20averages

 Definition of law of averages

  1. : the commonsense observation that probability influences everyday life so that over the long term the possible outcomes of a repeated event occur with specific frequencies.”

 That is about all that is worth anything on Google on the matters of the Average Law or the Law of Average whichever you may choose to call it.  Do Google now and see what you come up with.

 It was my good fortune to meet an old guy of my age in recent years with an interest in the Philosophy of History; we soon discovered points of agreement and other points of mutual interest in observation and interpretation of current and past events.  A bond developed out of that and the points on which we differed; that in turn lead to discussions on where we are in the World today and where we are going; where the World is going.

 When we got to the basics we found that we were talking about what we have since decided to call “The Natural Laws of Average and Majorities” and that is what will form a book on the most astounding revelations of all the known sciences, peoples, countries, attitudes and humanity as compared with Nature.

 He had spent a lifetime in research much like mine but he retained his faith in the survival of the species when he returned to rural life whereas I have more or less given up and recently decided to get “back to the City” as described in my two recent Posts One and Two right here.

 We discussed that the other day and in some way or another [we had been talking of Natural Majorities] he said to me:

 “You know what?”

 I said “no, please tell me.’

 “If you want any clear idea simple, straight and most common proof of the value of current day communication it is in the fact that the vast majority of the public, or of humanity, that can read want to write and see their names in print.  That is why they are all on the Internet,” he said.

 “And those that cannot read or write?” I asked.

 “They don’t count,” he replied.

 I was amazed.

 “Which of the two groups is in the majority?” I asked.

 To my amazement he replied: “Nobody knows the answer to that.”

 Read Chapter Two when you see it.  We hope to publish it real soon.

 Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

Merry Christmas 2016

December 18, 2016

Just 7 Suns from today will get us to Xmas morning 2016 and I shall start early this year because it will be my seventh one of Grace.  I hope for many more and my personal medical attendant says he cannot find any reason why I should not reach the ton; on my side I don’t want to rob anyone else going for it and thus as a human who has had his fair share:

Merry Christmas to all of you who contributed to another one for me and my cousin and Uncle Oom Wennie in my absence from Facebook.

Thank you Folks.  We have family in Oz, Paraguay, Netherlands, Ye olde country England, and quite a number with Uncle Sam.  Thank you all.

Let us remember the good things and the Blessings of our Lord God and Creator during 2016.

The year 2017 will be another year to deal with; for now it can wait.  I love you and yours for 2016.  Enjoy.

Merry Christmas 2016.

Of Time and Illusions and Tall Tales of Time and of Where We Are In Time Today

October 31, 2016

Dedicated to my friend JP the Great El Campeador of Election 2008

A Story for JP

Hi JP, here it is as I once promised.  This Post has been with me for a long time and I have had more Headlines in mind than would fill ten pages.  In the end I decided to call it “My story for JP” to make it easy to find while I was developing it.  The Headline as it appears above I selected moments ago because it fits in with what I have to say.  The idea started of with:

My 76th Birthday Notes

In South Africa it is 8/2/2016 11:04:17 PM on my Computer clock right now as I have just drawn it from the keyboard.  I don’t know how to tell you why I am doing it but there is a reason.  I don’t do things without a reason, except when I sit down or lie down, which I do very often, to do absolutely nothing but to think.

I go to bed at sunset; doing that for years now, and wake up anytime during the night and work on the keyboard.  Eventually I go back to bed and get up again at sunrise.  Living on my own by choice I can do these things.

In a way, having woken up before 11 tonight, there is a subconscious reason; yes tonight it may be there because I am now as I tap the keyboard less than one hour from age 76.  Perhaps I shall take this up in a Post in my main WordPress Blog one day.  Oh yes, I shall do that; a thought has been going through my mind on and off lately to do a Post on “Days of my Life” or something like that, to highlight other events that occurred over a full year of my life and influenced, or guided or cautioned me about my journey of life and where I am going.

For now, having only forty minutes left of age 75 I will close this down and find a place to publish it.  If it is someone else’s birthday too tomorrow, Heppie Heppie we say in South Africa.  If someone else is also 76 at twelve, do send me a note.

For posterity the recorded date of birth of the Bama is given as August 4th 1961.  Wherever he was born we got to accept that the Bama was born, and the date is as good as any; he will be 55 years old on this day August 4th of 2016.

He is not done with America; don’t let him fool you.  Watch his last move the day before the next President moves into the White House to make it white again.

JP ole Friend, the foregoing stopped there, but I continued to collect and compile stuff that is needed to synchronize my thoughts with reality; there is so little real in the World today and I have a need to find it, even if it is just for me but all sorts of things interfered and my notes started to look like a dog’s breakfast [my sincere apologies to the noble race of the dog; it is not my intention to insult the dog World] but the old cliché exists and nobody would understand it if I describe what I saw as “an utter mess as only the human race can make of his life.”

I believe you are a wise man.  We have had very few differences but the two of us know that we can learn from differences and we have done so.

I came to realize as we would all react to being thrown into a large pool filled with icy water and chunks of frozen ice on a bitterly cold winter morning, when it struck me that at the rate we are going right now we will never reconcile all the differences between all the aspirations, hates and prejudice of cultures, languages and the only way out is to withdraw into self and sort the latter out first.

I went on to collect just a few things about our country.  The links are here but you don’t have to read them all now; do it at your leisure when you have the time.  Just remember however, that these are a few illustrations of reality where we are today

http://www.ourcivilisation.com/cry.htm

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/apr/09/university-cape-town-removes-statue-cecil-rhodes-celebration-afrikaner-protest

 https://ikejakson.wordpress.com/2012/02/13/judge-ruth-bader-ginsburg-and-the-south-african-constitution-of-her-dreams-2/

 https://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/61197/Man-shot-dead-in-South-Africa

 http://southafricatoday.net/media/hard-news/the-white-ghettos-of-south-africa/

 On the last I made a note: “To my friend JP in America number one.  Would you like this?  Note that is what the Bama has for his ultimate goal for you all. But I didn’t send it out or published it.

 At that point in time a while after my birthday, I continues to read but could not find a connection point until one night I found this on Google:

 “The Berlin Wall. During the early years of the Cold War, West Berlin was a geographical loophole through which thousands of East Germans fled to the democratic West. In response, the Communist East German authorities built a wall that totally encircled West Berlin. It was thrown up overnight, on 13 August 1961.”

 This piece comes to you in here verbatim [by copy and paste] and you can check it out but I didn’t even bother to copy the link.

 There is a reason for not bothering about the link because that was what chucked me into the freezing water.

 I sat up and heard myself saying to myself with my own mouth: “Hey, but this is nonsense; that is not what I have previously been leaded to believe about that wall.”

 Since then I have made a thorough and detailed study of that Wall from that night [as quoted above] and right through to the end [including President’s Reagan speech at the Wall until its demolition.

 I am still off Google Gmail and doubt whether I will ever care to return.  It’s really a lot of crap; the only decent email system [I don’t care if it is contradicted by anyone] is in Windows as in Gates, name Bill, but I considered all the young fools of today reading that Google excerpt and believing how that Wall went up “overnight.”

 But I am here and hope to be around for another little while.  Let me get back to the main purpose my intended Post; please also take that be my swansong in case I should depart from this here old World and you can’t find any trace of where I gone.

 Back to the icy water in my face that I mention two or three paragraphs above the South African links.

 It struck me like a bolt of hot lightning; we are all living behind walls.

 I then had it and put it into an “innards pocket” of my mind; it has been with me for some time to complete the keyboard work up to this point, I have to do all my Internet work this way because of my eye impediment.  The keyboard is set up to key every small bit or a long article in MSWord in a large font that I can still see; when it s done I send it through the spell checker where after I reduce the font size to Verdana 20 and then I  copy/paste to the Post.

 Back to the Illusions, the Tall Tales and the Walls.

 JP, ole Friend, you know, I carried this around for months and tell you some Tall Tales of Great Men, of grand history, of Money and Men of Money, of Ambition and Memories; many of these Tall Tales could be like that of President Reagan [the Grand Old Man of recent America] that stood at the Brandenburg Gate of the Berlin Wall and challenged Russia with the call “Mister Secretary, take down this Wall” but it would serve no purpose.

 Walls are part of our lives, sometimes just in our homes; then there is the fence with the neighbor.  As manufacturing developed walls and later high security walls went up around factories; as crime increased walls went up around entire industrial complexes; when the rich started building their multi million homes it was erected to include a wall right around the entire property; in South Africa of recent times security fences and walls with spikes and/or barbed wire rolls were erected around the entire village or the neighborhood as each one would decide.

 I now live in a small hamlet; having to let go of my own scrub fed chickens [for years had my own eggs] and the dog when I moved to my present place; found a neighbor I liked and we started talking about getting dogs and scrub chickens.  You have to talk to your neighbor when you want to do that because you cannot tie your dog down, or tell a scrub chicken not to cross the line into the vegetable patch that you and the neighbor had as we both did; my neighbor became a good friend.  We planted in tandem, shared our crops and did the same as we put in fruit trees and handed each other some that the other did not have on his place.

 My neighbor friend died of cancer at the age of 45 three years ago [a sad affair, tragic and sad] and a farmer bought the property on an auction for additional accommodation for a worker that is also needed in town [many of the wealthy farmers do that] and though the new occupant is a nice person they are hardly ever there.  That’s at the back of my property; on my right I have a cop as a neighbor and friend and they have a little Jack Russell dog that befriended me; he barked one night about a year ago [so I have some protection] and the day after when I walked around my abode my tall fruit ladder was gone.  Let me cut this short; the police came and the ladder “walked back all by himself and parked in the same spot behind my dwelling virtually right outside my bedroom window, where I have now chained and padlocked him and the police have circulated the town about the “Old Oom” is happy for the return of his prodigal ladder.  That’s how things are done in rural South Africa because that is all the Police are allowed to do in our land where we have the most modern and most beautiful Constitution and Bill of Rights for We the People; don’t take my word for that; just ask your American Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg; she called it that.

 A few nights ago a bundle of fire barbeque wood walked of my place from just in front of my front door in my barbeque area.

 Three years ago the drought hit us followed by three very bad winters with black frost and severe damage to my fruit trees, but I managed to keep two orange trees and one fig alive, and our entire olive tree hedge that can survive anything.  My now deceased neighbor and I had planned it together so we had half of the olive trees on his side and half on my side with a sprinkler system fed by my pump on his borehole on his electricity.  We harvest buckets full of black olives and I can a lot myself.

 Anyway, between drought and black frost by the start of winter this year I only had one orange tree in fruit this year; by early June 2016 it had exactly 12 beautiful oranges nice yellow but not ripe yet.

 One morning a short while later a friend knocked on my door one morning and asked whether I had picked my oranges because he had always noticed them as he walked by and he noticed that morning that there were none.  I walked to the tree with him and he was right.

 Now JP, a navel orange blooms in late September and is covered in blooms during the whole of October; the blooms are down and the tiny little dark green fruits are there by early November; they grow from light yellow in April and May to bright yellow round and a sight to behold by end May but that fruit is ripe for picking and eating by about the 29th of June spot on every year, sweet delicious, healthy and wholesome from a tree for which an old man had made the hole in the ground, planted the tree and nursed it through more than five seasons of summers and winters and he was hurt that Monday morning.

 Late afternoon Sunday the previous day a group of small beggar children aged between say, 8 and 9 years old had knocked at my door asking whether they could have some oranges and I had told them that I always in good years share my fruit with the hostel children but that the fruit was not ripe yet this time when one interrupted me with “but they are ripe,..” but the annoyance was turning into bile in my throat when he dared to inform me that that had been to the tree and the fruit is ripe, and “they would like some “ because they were hungry.

 JP, I had kept my temper under control that Sunday but told them with a voice that I controlled as well as I could that they can come back at the end of the month and I would give them some,  Then I shoved them off and closed the door.

 That Monday morning I took my pick axe handle from my storage and called the police.  They arrived on the dot; our police are well trained, good decent civil folks trying daily and putting their own lives at risk every day but “their hands are tied behind their backs” by a Law of Freedom and the Right of these Vagrant Children to Life and Happiness, and seemingly to come and take my oranges during the night.

 Anyway, I have now been carried away by my frustrations of the moment, that Monday I told the policeman that they had better put the word out that if that happens again they would have to bring the man from the morgue in to fetch the corpses of three vagrant children with their heads and brains smashed into pulp by a prodigal pick axe handle, and I showed them that item.

 JP, forgive the outburst but I must finish this [will consider revising or deleting it before publishing] but I must explain it before I can deal with the Walls around us.

 Every one or most in any event of these youthful innocent “chillun o de Lor” of course has a mother.  That is determined as such by the Laws of Nature.  The mother is invariably the child of a drunken father, who has been unemployed for most of his life, and she delivers her first child when she is barely 15; by 16 or 17 she has the second one.  They are all hungry all the time because most of them don’t know the father and in many cases the mother cannot tell you who the father was.  Let me stop the tirade now.

 I realize now that there is a wall between us; it is an invisible wall but it is high and impenetrable steel.  We have to erect it to survive.

 Ingenious Mankind figured out how to make clocks, watches and other timepieces to tell us the days and dates and days and time accurate to mill fractions of one second.  In many older towns the time clocks sit in towers above the City Hall; in many countries there will be huge monuments of Time to their Nations, as Big Ben over the River Thames in London OK is a good example.

 These are however, just mechanical showpieces of the Greatness of Mankind and often merely a showcase of our achievements.

 Real time has a Master Clock that is called the Time Clock of the Earth and those that occupy its surface.  Some [and I place myself in that category] call it the clock or the timepiece of Nature; many others [in which I once again place myself] will call it Clock of Creation.  It has a pendulum that ticks along and measure the only Time that really matters.  It is not in the least relevant to me how old the Globe is or how it came to be or whether or how it will continue.  This Clock tells me that Time is infinite.  Mankind cannot measure how old the Globe is; modern man can hardly record anything with meaning more than 500 years ago.  All we know about that is that the World was different World to the one we know today.  Some nations, like Egypt and Israel have located some old artifacts from which they can trace their origins back to 2000 ago, but that is all.

 What does it matter anyway?  All that we seem to be able to agree on is that the past is finite, simply because there has to be a beginning.

 While we argue on is that the Great Pendulum swings back and forth into all eternity, as far as we can guess what eternity is.  It is all conjecture; the answer is simply that we don’t know and don’t need to know that.  It is merely an illusion that we have to know more.

 In the meantime I want a Huge Wall between me and the rest of what is called Democracy in South Africa.  In fact, I am beginning to think that the word Democracy is an illusion in the first place.  Freedom?  What is Freedom when somebody can walk into my small piece of dirt and pick my oranges?  How do you define that Freedom and his Right to live if I get a dog [at this stage I want to get two Rottweiler dogs and two pit bulls and train them to rip to shreds and kill any vagrant entering one inch of my property] but I am not allowed to let one dog touch the little piece of shit when he sneaks in to steal my oranges.

 I am suppose to take his little hand and escort him to my gate, give him my oranges and some meat and cake and kiss his little ass.  If he so much as scratches his little hand at the fence the police must come and shoot my dogs and lock me up for assault.

 Is this what Freedom has brought us?  Is this Democracy?

 No JP, I am getting out of it and build my walls.  No man is an Island, they say, to which I say “then you will find a heck of a lot of small Islands in my area as we say: and Up You to Freedom and Democracy.”

 To be continued in Part 2.

 Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

ikejakson@gmail.com

Of Time and Seasons and about Seasons of Time

May 7, 2016

This time of the year the Sun is going at its fastest northwards before it slows down for the longest day in the Northern Hemisphere.  In human time it lingers there for up to seven days, not moving at all before restarting the engines round about 21st June for the run South.  It has never changed.

As long as Man knows it has been like that.  We have learned that it is entirely and positively reliable, made so by the Hand of the Grand Designer of the Universe and maintained by Him.

This year, and this day of May 7th, the latter so determined by knowledge that Humankind has acquired through processes of learning and study has been no exception.

The seasons have brought about some changes as modified by Nature and to some extent by what Mankind has done [or not done] but like Time, the Seasons are set.  Man and animal living, loving or whatever we do, have coped as well as we could with drought in the Southern while our compatriots in the Northern parts have had to cope with storms, floods and severe cold.  All this has happened before and will happen again.

Nobody I have read has as far as I know ever offered an explanation for the apparent difference of the movement of the sun, or I should say the “speed of the cycle” in human time measurements, but it is there.  It clocks up to 4 minutes a day near top speed and the two lengthy sojourns at the “turnaround” North and South are not enough to disturb the common logic that it is all pre-determined by a Mighty Hand.

These things and what follows herein are my own philosophies and I don’t expect any hunters for my signature to stand in line at the front door, but I am awed by those who can write and discuss God and Faith in great words, books and even in Blogging.  I don’t have that gift.

However, I admit that my thinking has been influenced by a few people better known than I am.

The first one, John Steinbeck, is my favorite and in my thinking the greatest writer of all times except for the writer[s] of the Scriptures in all the major Faiths.  I managed to collect all Steinbeck’s works during his lifetime [1902 to 1968] except his very first book, ‘The Wayward Bus’ that I found by chance in a second hand bookshop at a few shillings not long after his departure.  I think he self-published it; it was only a short work but the genius of the future Nobel was already visible.

Steinbeck as far as I know never disclosed his own religion; he certainly did not make any noise or created any fuss about it, but his understanding of God and mankind comes through as no other one ever managed.  There is no other as deep as Steinbeck’s ‘To a God Unknown’ about man and God, or equal in my experience.  In ‘The Winter of our Discontent’ [1961] he paints a vivid picture of Man in agony with his conscience.  He gets very close to craft the painting of Ethan Hawley into exquisite art.  The end of the work is a masterpiece of pure art.

In ‘East of Eden’ Steinbeck becomes alive as a Man; part of his history, his family and his deep faith in family life all mingle with the joy and tragedy of those who lived and died, those who died but never lived and the few who will for ever live.

Then there is ‘Travels with Charley’ and what can anyone say on that?

I will get to that masterpiece, the best ever travelogue by anyone, and to the other writers who inspired me.  Let us now look at the Seasons of Time.

This time of the year, more or less almost spot on the 7th of May and again about 7th of November the Seasons of Nature change in both Southern and Northern Hemispheres.  It has been like that for ever and will endure forever.

Nature is our only guide to what has been and what will be.

I do not believe the Prophets of Doom or the gullible predictions of how great Mankind can make the World.  Nature is [and was] part of the creation, and I live very close to it every day of my life.

I don’t mind the speculations of Darwin and his ilk; actually it is great reading and great opportunities for conversation but it is no science.

Science as developed by fragile Mankind is based on theory and the limits of understanding what is far beyond our capabilities, and even further beyond our need to know more than that.

All the great Faiths and Religions are in perfect harmony on Nature and Creation, and I accept that evolution was and still is part of the Creation and that they are perfect similarities; that some humans would claim that they are incongruent is and remains a mystery to me.

The Seasons of Nature tell me that they are part of the Greatness of God, our Creator and the Great Hand that guides our future.

I therefore on this day want to state where I stand and will take you through another favorite writer, though I did not agree with him on everything in life of his later years I respect him for ‘The Source’ and his name is: James Michener.

‘The Source’ was first published in 1965; it does not say what I am about to say but that is what I took from it way back, sometimes forgot about, but now wish to state as my motto.

I believe in God the Almighty Creator and our Destiny AND I believe that:

God=Jehovah=Allah=Jaweh=God

And I don’t know or understand what the fuss is all about.

Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

ikejakson@gmail.com

Ikepedia on Flat Earth Day Sunday, April 21, 2013

April 21, 2013

Flat Earth Day is celebrated when certain elements of nature combine to provide the conditions for a special event in the southern hemisphere on April 21st; it doesn’t occur every year but when it does, it’s always on the same date.  This year 2013 of Our Lord is one of them.

Readers will note that the date is exactly one month after the Southern Equinox on March 21st.

It is much like Ground Hog Day that is celebrated in Punxsutawney PA US of A.

It goes back to the days when man and beast lived close to nature in harmony with each other and God of All Life; when children respected their parents; when the father was a man and your momma a lady.  The Earth was flat; the sun moved and actually rose in the morning to set at night.  Events of Mankind were orderly and sublime.  Man believed that God made the Earth and everything in or on it.

In fact, I still believe that the processes of Nature are ongoing.  Oil, gas, weather, nature and Mankind’s existence are renewed every single day.  It is the way it was made to be.

Usually Flat Earth Day happens when Easter Weekend, like the year of 2013, comes around before the end of March.  In other years April may still produce scorchers with daytime temperatures as high as 110 degrees in the shade and nights between late 80’s lower 90’s.

This year the heat broke middle March; suddenly we had dew one fine morning; we knew summer had ended early and the sun was almost literally running North by the day to where the Northern Hemisphere awaits an early blistering fireball from the skies.

Our nights have turned cool to mildly fresh; this morning is divine; our days will be low to middle 70’s for a few weeks before winter settles and we will hear the singing of children and angels when we make time to listen for it.

The earth is a good place when we allow it to be flat once in a while and we take the time to reflect on the beneficence of our Creator.

I bow to Him this fine morning.

Dedicated to my friend, Jamie at:

http://jamiemacnab.wordpress.com/2013/02/04/seeing-ourselves-in-the-past/