Wednesday, June 13, 2018

2018—HEAD ON COLLISION Part 4k

  • Over Memorial Day weekend, Will and I’d enjoyed brunch with dear friends at a restaurant where the flapjacks prove just as delectable as this couple proves dedicated to doing their part to change the world for the better by offering friends and acquaintances bite-sized portions of their impassioned, yet open-minded viewpoints concerning the survival of those of us who follow the Jewish faith, which, throughout history has been challenged to rise above the irrational hatred that consumes the minds of countless adults who, in turn, infect the innocent minds of their offspring with negatively focused attitudes that prove so falsely prejudicial as to endanger the very existence of the only democratic nation in the Middle East, which is made up of people determined to live in peace and thrive though they be surrounded by those raised to become radical extremists, trained to aspire to be suicide bombers, whose fevered mission to dominate mankind terrorizes, maims and murders anyone who does not follow their dictates including citizens of western nations, who, themselves, harbor the insidious nature of anti-Semitic attitudes to an ever more alarming degree.
Just as my friends feel impassioned to do their best to disseminate well-researched historical facts, which prove too profound for reporters of current events to distort or ignore, I feel impassioned to pen posts so as to pass forward well-researched trains of intuitive thought fueled by bolts of insight that flash out of the depths of my mind concerning this fact:  Throughout history, human beings, the world over, have had need to learn how to listen objectively before speaking, compassionately to each other’s concerns so as to brainstorm effectively, together, during conflict resolution in hopes of calming emotional flare ups that consequently burn bridges before heartfelt connections can begin to engage in a deeply meaningful manner that benefits both sides, and thus do I pen personal stories in hopes of disseminating sanity-saving-solution-seeking plans of action that make such good sense as to nip the nonsensical aspects of power struggles in the bud before husbands and wives (as well as parents and children and brothers and sisters and neighbors and so on) separate angrily into warring camps, and by way of storytelling do I hope to do my best to hold hands with those, who also choose to dedicate their time and energy toward igniting the interest of kindred souls who wish to save our planet from extremists, brainwashed by short-sighted despots to blow themselves and others to smithereens, because narcissistic mania for power can’t see beyond its own egocentric obsessive need to satisfy an insatiable hunger that sheds the blood of countless innocent souls, so blinded by the twisted nature of their evil attitudes do their think tanks prove to be so as to actually believe and pass forward distorted versions of the truth, based in a zealot’s need to feed personal greed as was symbolically true of Audrey II in The Little Shop of Horrors.   WHEW!

And just as my learned friend, Solomon, and his lovely wife, Ruth (born of a culture and religious belief unlike that of her husband), choose to inspire their friends, colleagues and acquaintances to grow actively self-aware of personal need to become ever more involved in repairing our world (Tikan Olam), I envision parents, learning how best to role model positively focused attitudes so as to raise each next generation of children to grow toward listening and speaking so kindly to the classic nature of unmet needs, which plague the well being of people throughout the world, by way of embracing a patient, loving, knowledgeable manner of conversation conveying heartfelt hopes of conscientiously heightening awareness concerning each person’s participation so as to work productively together toward connecting a universal sense of need to create change for the better by training our minds’ to feel heartfelt need to open our eyes to sheltering all ages and both genders from harm once a majority of deep thinkers feel inspired to consciously choose positively focused methods of disciplining misbehaviors so as to heighten awareness on both sides, concerning how best to resolve conflicts in mutually respectful ways rather than resorting to punitive methods, which take the minds of children on a wildly irrational, judgmental ride, tossing their mental connection to sanity this way and that until boys and girls, feeling like Jack and Jill tumbling down hill, grow up, brains bursting with emotional combustion born of mental confusion rather than self confident compassion.

As too few of today’s youth have gained a conscious clue as to how they grew up to emulate Humpty Dumpty or King Midas, we need to guide tomorrow’s youth toward embracing personal need to master the courage necessary to tunnel through their very own defensive walls so as not to emulate Humpty, who ends up broken, walking eggshells with yolk dripping down his shocked-to-the-max-face or King-of-the-mountain, lying to and lording over middle America on a gilded throne in a White House fashioned of glass.

During brunch, the stimulating nature of our conversation, bandied back and forth, catalyzing my antenna to remain in a raised position so as to signal my brain to absorb the knowledge offered by our learned friend until my spirit felt so electrified as to see me whip out my iPhone to jot down the exact words which left our friend’s mouth while he—quoting another wise soul—stated, "I raised my children how to think not what to think,"and the ability of that father to condense his philosophy of parenting to fit into a thimble struck me as being so brilliantly simplistic as to have roused the writer in me to record the profundity of his attitude, knowing that, one day, the philosopher who resides within one of my brain’s most spacious, high rise apartments would inject the clarity of this parental attitude, concerning how-to-raise-children-to-think-clearly-for-themselves, into a post ...


“Learning is not attained by chance. It must be sought for with ardor and attended to with diligence.”
—FIRST LADY ABIGAIL ADAMS, 1797–1801

Last insight for today:  As change in attitude precedes change in behavior, it's a given that negatively focused behaviors toward one another will improve on a global scope once cooperative attitudes, absorbed during childhood, change for the better in home after home—after home after home—not just in Brett's neighborhood—not just throughout the Americas—not just throughout Europe, Asia, Australia and the Middle East but throughout the entire world—and with that insight in mind does this woman, facing the fourth quadrant of her life (my mother celebrated 100 birthdays, and that's my 'plan', too) see herself as an explorer, shining a spotlight upon the path, which hopefully, parents of future generations will conscientiously choose to continue to pave upon taking up the baton that I've been waving overhead, like a magic wand, each time my mouth opened in class after class, and having sought, absorbed and taught cooperative attitudes, concerning family communications, over these past 47 years of my life, I plan to continue to wave that wand, worldwide, via the internet, until I've drawn my very last breath —

(On a lighter note—those mouth-watering flapjacks really were the best I’ve ever had!)

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