ONCE AGAIN, TIMING IS BASHART—TODAY BEING GRANDPARENT’S DAY

That’s it!  I’m done!
I’ll not free my intuitive powers to add even one more thought to
The previous post (which saw a string of insights stream through
The conscious portion of my mind, upon awakening, this morning), and
As that additional stream of intuitive thought has been italicized at
The end of that post, perhaps you’ll agree to muster the patience
To back track one last time before we move forward, because forward
Is where life aims to take us no matter how often we feel need to glance
Back through moments in history, which no one but a dictator-in-the-making
Wants to repeat, and now, having voiced my fury concerning our inability to
Cut through red tape prolonging political passivity, which, having tied
Our think tanks into tension filled knots, offers up the primary reason why
We’ve not yet been able to brainstorm so creatively as to sack
A present day Fuhrer-Want-To-Be from launching one ball of fire after
Another straight into the hearts of the angry crowd of protesters encircling
trump’s stadium, which is why I feel need to continue to work at uncoiling
And expressing my personal build up of inner tension in as healthy
A manner as seems possible, and having vented at least a bit for today
Tis time for me to close The Book of trump, at least until tomorrow
Because between its covers I find nothing more than pages filled with
Expletives, one after another, which ignite the short fuse that separates
My surface composure from my inner need to explode, and being that
I plan to consciously switch gears from venting (rather than repressing
Bite sized portions of fury) so as to wholly enjoy Grandparent’s Day with
Ravi amid the multi-cultural assemblance of her three year old
Classmates, who have naturally become my grand daughter’s
new friends within the preschool environment chosen by
Celina and Steven specifically because of its Spanish immersion
Program, which feeds its student population to the grammar school, which
Shares the same campus that Ravi attends—oh wait—did I think to
Mention that as recently as yesterday, upon fetching Ravi—who was
Taking turns pushing a classmate on one of their playground swings—after
Pre school—my heart smiled to see the affectionate, opened armed
Approach of several of Ravi’s new playmates, each of whom felt
So eager to offer my precious grand daughter a hug as we were leaving that
As they circled round her, a group hug materialized on the playground, all
On its own—I kid you not!
Ohhmm ...

TIS THE TASK OF THIS GENERATION’S GO-GETTERS TO RAISE OUR YOUTH TO FREE THE WORLD FROM DESPOTS LIKE TRUMP

 TIS THE TASK OF THIS GENERATION’S GO-GETTERS TO RAISE OUR YOUTH TO FREE THE WORLD FROM DESPOTS LIKE TRUMP

Tikkun Olam is Hebrew for repairing the world, and if ever
Our world was dispairingly in need of repair that time is now
I wonder what the Hebrew translation is for repairing
The post published previously to this one, which has gone as
Haywire as is true of our nation’s leadership, which is made up of
Three chambers of governing bodies, brilliantly conceived by
Our forefathers to create a system of checks and balances thus
Insuring that our mighty populous would never bow to
The iron will of a despot-in-the-making though that is exactly what
Has been taking place ever since the donald’s heartless dictates have
Spun his utter lack of moral, social, business and now political
Ethics into the darkness of a cocoon that has already wound
The intelligence of two branches of national leadership (as well as
Much of our voting citizenry) within the mental frenzy that
Frees not a butterfly but a deranged, fire breathing dragon that
Inflames whatever little is left of the moral fiber of our nation, which
Having been on the decline for decades, can plainly be seen burning
The personal safety of hard working people to a crisp in such
A blatant manner as to make our shocked-to-the-max eyes aware of
Fearing terrorists, born and bred on foreign soil, less than
We have sound reason to fear Our current (lack of) leadership, which
Day in and day out, is bringing us to our knees due to
The low blows we’ve sustained under the domination of
The stone hearted maniacal greed of the donald, whose
Diabolical determination to surround his I nsecurities with henchmen, who
Having been brainwashed to do the bidding of this Dark Force of
Human Nature, can be seen lying, scheming and hacking
Deeper truth into pulverized bits as though making mortar with which to
Adhere one brick to another while assembling The Gulag (which dt’s
Rise to power is sure to build) as quickly as is true of any dictator, who
(Like Stalin) snares brains (like spiders catching flies) into
Tangled webs of illegal international intrigue, which are as
Abhorrent to the minds of decent folk who feel as aghast, today, as
Was true when Hitler’s mercurial rise to power gave
A mass murderer license to develop the gestapo, which, while
Marching Der Führer's  troops across Europe, set up offices of torture in
Record time during WWII while the logical portion of
The thought processors of Der Führer's countrymen remained
Tightly compressed within the dark spell of fear-based
Tension-filled knots, which, having cast a sleeping spell over
The compassionate side of human nature, freed the heartless side of
Men, women and children to be thoroughly brainwashed by
Diabolical evil so great as to remain stunned as though
The intelligent portion of their think tanks had been
Tightly cocooned within a breathless brainless mental stupor, marinating in
Terror’s demented tension-based confusion within the bowels of
A darkened theater where most eyes remained glued to
The melodramatic anarchy that reels inside human minds in real time as
Though all WE are capable of doing (while watching td whitewashing
His raging ravagement of democratic ideals) is to stand in
Place like statues as was true when the twin towers, exploding into crumbled into
A fiery blaze, crumbled to the ground before our deer-in-headlights-eyes on 9/11
And though today’s desperate call for action (and it’s not lost on me that
Today happens to be 9/11/2018) demands that deep thinkers awaken from this
Nightmarish sleeping spell and get busy thinking out of the box before
Present day's passivity frees fear’s feeding frenzy of full blown greed and
Prejudice to rally trump’s troops to rise to the heights of mob mentality, which
Proves so emotionally immature as to burn every bridge that strengthens
Our brains’ connection to common decency as decreed by
The Ten Commandments, which every dictator’s diabolical rise to
Self empowerment has blatantly attempted to burn at the stake (thankfully
All ten were engraved in stone) and paraphrasing the boastful voice of
Today's dictator-in-the-making, who currently aspires to rise to world domination:
“I could shoot someone on the street in plain sight and
They (who are lost in the maze of dt's stupor-like spell) would still vote for me,”
At which time, glassy-eyed congressmen, who comprise the disenfranchised
Powers of the Republican Party would close their eyes and ears even more tightly to
The fact that the snake, slithering here and there, spewing venom, which poisons
What little is left of the foliage branching forth from the Tree of Knowledge, ups
The stakes of his unethical demands, enflaming the compassionate hearts and
Ethical mindsets of men, women and children throughout the world at large, who
Have not yet fallen under the sleeping spell of td’s two year old tantruming
Tirades that thunder down each time the donald does not get his way while
On the other hand here is what we hear whenever our stunned-out-of-their-
Right-minds Republican legislators open their mouths in reply to their
Constituents rightful demand for change for the better, tout de suite:
This shows not over, so pass the popcorn, please and a frothy mug of
Kool-aid laced with denial to wash the bull shavings down, because
I'm so full of shit as to be in dire need of relieving myself of
Accountability, but the line up of terrified liars, standing in
A quivering stupor ahead of me is so long that the intelligent portion of my mind is
About to explode with self revulsion of someone doesn't save me from myself ...

And thus does the picture painted above color in trump’s
Evil spell of self-serving, fear-based greed, which having taken wing, tightens
The noose of his hot winded, negatively focused, filibustering nonsense ever
More tightly round our nation’s oxygen deprived, anxiety prone
Thought processors—and though hate mongering is not newly
Arrived with trump’s unhinged take over of The Oval Office, which
Had once been a highly revered meeting place where
A few good men (imperfect as they may have been) had brainstormed
In hopes of defeating the pox of evil from spreading through our nation as
Fast as a California wildfire leaves ashes of mass destruction in its wake—
We've never before stood witness to pure evil, running rampant through
Our streets, belching its dark smoky spell from within the sanctity of our
Federal seat of government, which like the donald’s brain is
Literally growing beyond checked and balanced self-control—OMG! 
How can it be true that we of sound mind can’t cut through D.C.'s
Red tape so as to leap off the hook and impeach this hate mongering
Liar before he (like a snake, high on grass while swallowing a timid mouse too
Scared to squeak) devours our nation's rational leadership, whole?  Pleeze!
A few good men and women, who can muster the courage to stand up to
Their fellow Republicans so as to unseat trump's bills before they can be
Passed in the senate is all we need!  Pleeze!  Rise up and be so bold as to
Come-out-come-out, wherever you are so as to take hold of
The baton thus offering my intuitive powers a rest break in which to
Relax my voice so as to inspire my story teller to come out to play!
I mean—if "we can do no great things just small things with
Great love" (Mother Teresa) then I‘ll continue to post and publish
Whatever the creative center of my brain feels driven to pen in hopes of
Remaining sane in a world that’s torpedoed our nation's sense of
Political leadership, which had once worked toward strengthening
Its citizenry’s hold onto our heritage of personal safety throughout
The land of the free and the home of the brave, until now—Seriously—
If America is to remain great then it’s way past time for
A few good men and women, led by Nick (as in the nick of time)
To arise and do more than demonstrate before The White House, where
The donald's crass tweets couldn't care less about nakedly trashing
Your constitutional rights and mine, which is why we must engage in
The the kind of self empowerment that's associated with brainstorming so
Creatively as to effectively untie our tensely wound brains and re-unite
Our spirits, which have been languishing in muddied confusion rather than
Proactively booting Trump out of The Oval Office, tout de suite, which
Would be no small thing, and now, turning my podium toward speaking of
Achieving small gains with great love (thank you Mother Teresa)
I'm inclined to request that we concentrate our minds upon
This week's high holy day feast (at which time The Jewish people celebrated
The birthday of the world as though Divine inspiration guides us
Annually, to work toward ‘repairing the world', again and again), and
Just as Will and I welcome loved ones to participate in our Passover feast
It's been my personal pleasure to prepare a feast for family and friends on
Rosh Hashanah, because I've focused upon celebrating new beginnings ever
Since we chose to dwell with our sons in the desert more than forty years ago
(As was true of the Jewish people, who having been enslaved for hundreds of
Years, followed Moses, who had risen up in bold defiance of trump's—uh
I mean pharaoh's heartless dictates, and now, having vented to
My satisfaction (yet again), I feel need to repair the post published previous to
This one, which, having gone haywire for unknown reasons, will be
My next self assigned task after we take a moment to visualize
A bright-eyed child, whose innocent processor is being encouraged to
Grow up to become a clear headed Future Leader of America, while
I continue to implore the adult population of the world to take a proactive
Role in holding yourself accountable for keeping Tony, Ray and Ravi safe from
Terrorists, both near and far, by spreading not alarm but by absorbing
Effective solution seeking skills with which to groom our youth to calmly and
Thus intuitively call upon creativity to think out of the box while we keep
Our eyes and theirs trained on any flaming red ball of fury, emblazoned
With the names of despots (one of which is trump), in order to cover our bases after
Batting each next aspiring dictator out of the ballpark before
Mob mentality, brainwashed to resurrect the final solution (aided by our continued
Passivity) comes knocking at your door and mine wherever we may dwell within
This wide-wide world, which vacillates between becoming narrow minded and
Then wider in scope before boomeranging back to narrow minded, again, though
Common sense has always relied upon an open minded, inclusive attitude of
Leadership that must become ever more consistently expansive, considerate and
Creative concerning cutting through red tape so as to protect the well being of
One and all, because all children, the world over, deserve to enjoy
The universal freedoms that are denied to those who so sadly are barely
Surviving, and for that reason we must stand up and demand that
All children feel so well nourished as to stand strong while choosing to
Hold hands with those of us, whose Democratic way of life (now
Being threatened from within The Oval Office) will encourage more of
You than ever before to vote for leadership that will set a high value upon
Respecting each and every person’s right to stop walking on egg shells while
Hiding under fear's cloak of passivity in favor of demanding that
Our governing bodies vote for legislation that offers every American
The right to thrive!  So, go get-em, Ravi—stand up on your soapbox during
Show and tell and when it's circle time to share your feelings, feel free to
Sing along when your generation's innocent voices chime in to clarify that
Divided we fall, united we stand as strong as your existential voice, harmonizing
With Gramma's, will one day hope that all ages will arise and implore
Our citizenry to vote for those who will vote for the good of one and all—or
We'll sadly limp along while trump continues to crack the whip passed down by
Simon Legree, whose handwriting is not just on The Wall; it's imprinted on
Pieces of illegal legislation that trump wants to whip through Congress before
Your vote and mine is cast in November so he can disempower those of
Us who, refusing to jump through the master of deceit’s hoops, favor each one
Doing his and her best to absorb our nation's need to recreate the bigger picture of
Democracy at work until humpty trumpty falls off the wall and lands on
His swollen ego with egg dripping down his face in disgrace, thus providing
Our young with a head start toward growing up to create major change for
The better, beginning in November of 2018—and now you know why
Ravi and I teamed up while celebrating the birthday of the world in hopes of
Passing forward today’s intuitive baton of deeper truth, with which
My generation will hand the sanctity of democratic ideals on to hers—and
So it is written that as the Jewish New Year unfolds, I envision deep thinkers
Brain storming while holding hands round the globe, no matter our reigious belief
Nationality, color or creed while together we chanting in unison: God Save America
(And thus the world at large) from trump before children have reason to ask:  Why
Do I see stars (this time encircled by crescents) sewn onto some sleeves while
Swastikas appear on others—AGAIN?
And now you know WHY the Jewish people feel compelled to give voice to
Heartfelt need to stand strong while memories of loved ones, crushed against
Each other in boxcars where they stood in mental and physical torment for
Days, deprived of food, water or containers in which to deposit
Bodily excrement, and all the while, none had so much as a clue as to
What lay ahead until the train stopped and box car doors were pulled back
Allowing the stench to escape before a sea of horror stricken faces appeared as
one person after another was yanked down to the platform where terrified
Grand parents and parents, valiantly shielding their silent or screaming children
We’re torn apart in camps where good people, selected to be starved
Experimented upon and enslaved watched dour faced soldiers pointing
Loaded firearms at unending lines of innocent youth, the aged and ill, who’d
Felt themselves prodded like cattle while snarling sharp canine teeth on
Short leashes Threatened to tear into tender flesh, trembling with horror as
Millions on their way to slaughter were led toward large shower rooms where
Having been ordered to strip naked, good people of all ages were
Mercilessly gassed, burned or machine gunned to death before being
Shoveled into mass graves some still breathing—barely alive, but
Alive, none the less, —though to this very day, the insane morbidity of
The unfathomable depths of our loved ones’suffering under the thumb off
A maniacal despot remains alive in every Jewish mind as though their hearts
Beat in time with ours so as to remind the world in no uncertain terms:
Mein Führer—
NEVER AGAIN!
Not in Israel!
Not in North America!
Not in South America!
Not in Africa!
Or Europe!
Or Asia!
Or Antartica
Or Australia
Or anywhere on our planet where voices of all ages long to ring out freely with
My country, tis of thee, sweet land of liberty of thee I sing!

ROSH HASHANAH—HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE WORLD

If a picture is worth a thousand words then

You can see why rolling matzoh balls with Ravi during

Saturday’s sleep over was more fun than words can describe

Jewish Calendar 5779 | Hebcal Jewish Calendar

09 Sep, Erev Rosh Hashana

10 Sep, 1st of Tishrei, 5779

Imagine Ravi and her gramma wishing every person throughout the world
Good health,happiness and inner peace., because if wishing on stars
Really made dreams come true, that would be mine—

PS

Though I have no clue what happened to cause this post to go haywire,

I’ll work at repairing it until it's ship shape once our holiday feast with

Family and friends has been thoroughly enjoyed by one and all at which

Time my mind/body/spirit connection, feeling wholly rejuvenated, will

Have time to reconsider trains of thought that, running together, go
Much deeper than preparing apples and honey, round challahs dotted
With raisins, and light-as-air matzoh balls floating in savory chicken soup—

Ohhmmm ...

FROM SOLEMN THOUGHTS TO ROLLICKING WITH RAVI, WHO'S SLEEPING OVER, TONIGHT

I believe the intuitive portion of my think tank is finally finished
Expanding upon insights added to the post penned before this one—
I mean, seriously, does every generation of young people have to
Push the older (experienced) generation to the side of the road so
As to re-invent the wheel without wisdom's guidance, which is why
Deeper truth suggests that for eons the wheels inside our heads have
Continued to be so square as to get all bogged down, bumping
Along until drivers, fresh out of college, get so frustrated with
Head on collisions creating traffic jams as to grow ever more
Squeaky until, once again, the populous feels need to rise up in
A closed minded, revolting manner, where the angriest of folk
Shoot everyone else down, until—miraculously—a leader of
Men, women and children, who inventively 'thinks out of the box'
Stands heads above the rest—and as I've offered up sound reason to
Believe in history repeating itself, I'll bet my last red cent that
The scenarios penned in the previous post will happen unless
The creative mind of a political leader steps up to the plate
And hits a homer, saving the world from losing our shirts to
The egocentric greed of current despots in the nick of time, yet again, and
Having penned this brief post while Ravi naps on her Gramma's bed
I rest my case (at least for today)
Ohhmmm ...

HOCUS POCUS DONALDOCTOPUS—POOF!

I'll ask this question until the answer comes clear:
When, pray tell, will ‘he or she’ appear before our  eyes
Holding aloft the magic wand of leadership empowered to
Wave a magic spell across all fifty states, awakening
An attitude of pro-activity throughout our nation, which
Swelling with a whirlwind of indignation, sweeps
The Donald out of the oval office, tout de suite, and I say this
Because, upon awakening this morning, common sense, flowing
Freely out of the intuitive portion of my processor, whispered
This highly significant insight into my ear:
It must become clear, from sea to shining sea, that having
No POTUS is better by far than watching millions of
Bright minds standing idly by while the mean spirited
Swagger of THE PRETENDER in D.C. continues to
Stage hate-mongering rallies, enticing the blind to follow
His defensive tweets, senseless rants and heartless dictates ever
More deeply into the burning damnation of Hell on Earth—
Hey!  What if the sink hole seen on the White House lawn
Symbolizes the first sign from on high, spotlighting
The beginning of The End of Mr. Divide And Conquer’s
Heavy-handed, eighteen month reign of terror (over
The land of the free and the home of the brave), suggestive of
The Devil's hand emerging from within the bowels of
The earth so as to grab hold of dt and slap him with
A  supena (sp? where in tarnation is auto-correct when I need it? 
Ah—subpoena!  Thank you, news articles referencing crimes committed by
Many of Trump's closest advisors!) that’s so muddied with
The donald’s mindless transgressions against
Human kindness as to charge King Midas with
Sliding so far down the slippery slope of raging madness as to
Spin his lack of credibility into a twitter, and once
Sir High and Mighty trips over his own razor-sharp tongue
One time too many, his wall of defensive denial will
Fall down (just as any Greek Chorus worth its weight on
Stage would warn us is destined to happen in
THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD, PART II) and as
None of the king’s men will be able to construct
A Trojan horse that looms so high as to hide
The swollen state of Donald's heady lies from
The Furies, who have been casting boulder-sized stones from
Within the inner sanctum of dt’s glass house in hopes of
Shattering his delusions of grandeur into many sharpened
Shards as to see trump's army of lackluster lackeys scatter in
Every direction in hopes of not being sucked along with
trump into the eternal darkness of the bottomless
Black Hole, which having opened up (God works in
Mysterious ways) on The White House lawn, is actually
The very same snake pit that, over his lifetime,
The donald has consistently been digging, which will
Some day, serve as the grave in which he'll have
Buried his Godforsaken self!  Now, wouldn't it be
A welcome sight to see that self-made sink hole swallow
A fellow as mean-minded as trump whole while
Much to our amazement a sudden bolt of lightening
Strikes a bush that bursts into proverbial flames as was
Just envisioned by today’s highly imaginative
Train of intuitive thought, which has been guiding
My processor to pen this bigger picture of our nation
Awakening from a political nightmare—unless you go by
The name of Donald Trump in which case your life-long dance with
The devil has destined your divisive distain for the well being of
Mankind to twirl you straight toward your very own
Nightmarish portrait of Dorian Gray though, in truth, you are
Without a dark shadow of a doubt, Mr. Hyde!  I mean, seriously
Even Scrooge was not doomed to burn in a hellhole of
Everlasting damnation by heartlessly tearing a teary-eyed
Tiny Tim from the arms of the small lad’s desperately
Poor parents ... and if timing and attitude are everything then
Let's hope to see the realistic portions of today's imaginative fabrication
Morph into tomorrow's reality as majestically as a caterpillar intuitively
Weaves a cocoon, within which metamorphosis awaits readiness to
Ppen its eyes to a brand new day and take wing—

Awaken Americans of need to open your eyes and expand
Your wing span so as to take a proactive stand toward creating
Change for the better—the sooner the better by partaking in
Brainstorming toward small changes with great love as
We choose to become more than a rabble-rousing gang of
Noisemakers or fed up protestors marching on D.C. while
Our legislators' passive self serving attitudes deny that during
This crucial moment of our nation’s history their inaction has
Exacerbated a world-wide crises of monstrous proportions by
Continuing to free this hot winded, low minded blustering billionaire’s
Forked tongue to continue to wag at both ends, bludgeoning
The tarnished intelligence of our populous with each next
Thunderous blunder that proves ever more horrific than
Proved true of the last while simultaneously stripping
The USA of every ally that has had our back, empowering
Our mortal enemies, of whom there are many, to rise up and
Slickly converge so as to stab our hypocrisy in
The back, repeatedly, until America's democratic ideals are
Dead and buried, lock, stock and barrel ‘neath the despicable
Decisions of despots whose naked lust for world power will make
The donald’s Insatiable greed look like hot tempered
Little Boy Blue blindly bowing his own horn until
He's so blue in the face as to be oxygen deprived to the point of
Mistakenly seeing himself as Red Riding Hood's wolf when PUTIN, whose
Two faced, heavy handedness matches that of THE GREAT PRETENDER
Views Trump as a black sheep as easily led to the slaughter, so
Ripe is he to skewer and roast on a spit as would be true of
Mary’s lamb, and since it's not unlikely that today's
Near and present danger can become a reality before we blink twice
Our populous must step up instead of standing idly by, watching
Like-minds declare open season on flocks of lambs, because dictators
Personify butchers, who consider any cluster of countrymen who
So much as questions their dictates as being dead meat, hanging on hooks in
Boxcars destined for Siberia while we, who make up the future
Lamb chops of the world, hanging on imaginary hooks, will do
Little more than scream bloody murder as long as we conceive of
Our hands tied behind our backs while our minds remain tied into
Tension-filled knots until our eyes, which remain as blind to
Deeper truth as is true of our closed mindsets, which, complaining of
Splitting headaches, refuse to confront inner conflicts, which remain
As deeply repressed as is true of deeper truth, hammering away at
Our brains, and all of this is not likely to become true, because
It's already been true ever since trump's bizarre
Run for the oval office–won—because democrats, who refused to vote
Chose to stay home, downing extra strength Excedrin—though  mind splitting headaches will continue
Plague us until we come to our senses so as to admit to the fact that
We've all been guilty of passivity to some degree for far too long, thus
Granting modern day Mad Men license to drive our enemies, who can’t
Stop laughing, all the way to the bank, while our nation's real life
Melodrama—which continues to unfold on the news, in soap opera fashion
Grows so audacious as to blind the intelligence of today's American voters in
The same way that was true of European Jews, who did not believe that
Hitler's stone hearted, depraved rise to unbridled power would gas, burn and
Shovel millions of emaciated bodies into mass graves after no one stopped
Der Ferher from rounding up terrified families, terrorized by the bared fangs of
Snarling dogs, as screaming children were torn out of the arms of parents, who
Were utterly overwhelmed by shock—I mean, how many times do we need to
Rewind stories of crowds whose heels snapped while hands saluted
The majesty of the naked Emperor's new clothes (how many parables and
Fables, as well as true tales of widespread woe must we paraphrase before
WE stop agreeing to disagree passively while red raged brutality spins truth
Into lies so boldly as to blind intelligent minds from need to astutely analyze
The natural state of inner conflict that time and again, divides both sides of
Human nature into separate camps within EVERY human brain until
The middle ground where common sense resides feels utterly overwhelmed
By spiking anxiety, based in deeply confused adrenalin rushes that get so
Hot headed as to free dictator-in-the-making to derail our brains' insightful
Trains of thought so that we burn bridges rather than connecting intelligent
Minds so as to brainstorm before those boxcars begin to traverse a swinging
Bridge that spies a canyon below, which separates two lofty plateaus where
Historians have witnessed entire civilizations plunging into raging rivers of
Despair where even the strongest of swimmers flail around, drowning in
Rapids that prove so rocky as to have knocked yesteryear's followers of
Autocratic dictators as senseless as is true of those who support Trump, today
And if you believe that I've been belaboring this point ad nauseum (sp?), that's
Because my intelligence refuses to believe that common sense has been
Drummed out of millions minds, brainwashing the creative portion of
Mankind's brains from sounding out with this alarm on
True life's center stage:  The sky is falling!  The sky is falling!
Though the sky did not begin to fall when Trump's first time ever
Political campaign nailed world wide attention to THE WALL while
Our national debt, which has continued to climb into the deep pockets of
China, will no doubt be paid with much more than a pound of your flesh and
Mine if we sell out the future welfare of our sons, daughters and grandkids to
Satiate today's greedy neediness, which, having come to worship at the
Shrine of immediate gratification, is the primary reason why today's
Imaginative train of thought will come true—unless—
We each stand up and do our part to vote for the restoration of
An open-minded, cooperative bi-partisan legislative body that understands
The crucial immediacy of resuscitating the courageous spirits of our nation's
Forefathers so as to discharge the hot-winded, blow-hard in The Oval Office, whose
Reign of terrifying dictates have nakedly broken the spirits of powerful
Statesmen just as our government had lied repeatedly, thus attacking
The broken spirits of Native American chiefs as well as their braves—I mean
Seriously—how many times must I ask:  How long will the populous
Of the USA close their minds to this reality:  Time and again, the leaders of
Our nation must hold themselves accountable for decisions that
Lower (world opinion concerning) our flag to half mast—
Hhmmm ...

In short, tis way past time to take a stand by voting to remodel
The overbearing reality of governmental corruption (that time and
Again, darkens the ideology of The American Way beyond recognition)
Suggesting that the legislators we elect in November must be open minded to
Brainstorming creatively, together, so as to bring about
Change for the better in the nick of time, before deeper truth concerning
The donald's illegal transgressions have been fully exposed, which
Suggests that it's time for leadership to carve a new path that proves
Far more expansive than those, which had adhered so closely to
Same old same old as to have remained linear in nature
And though it's true that intuition on its own cannot condemn
This modern day pirate to walk the plank, deeper truth has desperately
Been demanding that we think out of the box so as to open our eyes
To this frightening reality:  No POTUS has set foot in The Oval Office since
Obama departed, leaving our nation more rudderless than has ever been
True since thirteen colonies brainstormed as one body to overthrow
A wealthy dictater before a person, who would prove to be
A true statesman and gracious leader of men, women and children arose who
Modeled democratic principles by refusing to be crowned king, and thus did
G. Washington’s intuitive ideology concerning democratic principles inspire
New leadership to think out of the box so as to construct a brand new
Three chambered and thus checked and balanced seat of government in which
One of the three chambers could NOT wield a hammer so powerful as to
Overwhelm the other two, and thus was he, who had chopped down
The cherry tree, selected to be the first POTUS ever to inspire his troops to
Leave battlefields and loyalties to the dictates of royalty behind by
Laying down their muskets so as to free their hands to connect in
A heartfelt manner and circle round the campfire so as to warm
Their intelligence to our fledgling nation's compelling need to expand
The narrow and thus divisive scope of closed mindsets in favor of embracing
A classic reality, spotlighting inner conflict that proves as universal in
Scope, today, as was true during our revolution in 1776, and then again, during
Our Civil War in 1865, and then again, during the 1960's (when divisiveness
Throughout our nation dishonored and insulted young soldiers, who, having been
Drafted, gave life and limb for OUR country), and this trio of examples, of which
There are countless more, offers us sound reason to seriously consider
Historical documentation of human nature's lack of human kindness each time
The greed monster is freed as has been depicted in technicolored cinemascope upon
The silver screen in film after film, long before the comic genius of Mel Brooks
Borrowed Shakespeare’s quill so as to expand Moses' slabs to three (one of which
He'd dropped and smashed to smithereens upon spying the golden calf) while
Brooks' power of intuitive thought penned The History of The World—
Part One, soon to be Part Two unless North Korea or Iran feel free to
Take advantage of our nation's lack of moral leadership so as to stealthily
Develop weapons of mass destruction that will blow us all—inclusive of
Billionaires, despots, sports heroes, educators, doctors, lawyers
Candle stick makers, drug dealers, scribes, families on welfare
Aged veterans of foreign wars, illegal immigrants, survivors of
The Twin Towers, CEO’s and innocent babes (torn from
Their poverty-stricken mothers' arms so as to grow up to be
The next generation of traumatized teens so angst-ridden as to
Advance from sock hops in junior high to join the ranks of
High schools' Shooters of Tomorrow)—in short, today's
Insight-driven intuitive train of thought is not just guiding
The conscious portion of my brain  to ask you to consider
The welfare of those in the United States, because deeper truth
Compels me to say that my concerns (and yours) have always been
Universal in scope ever since clans of families compared the size of
Their caves to the Jones’s, and though leadership starts at home
Our lives are now so global in nature that I’m imagining a statesman in
The U.N. quietly reading today's post, which has been expanded
Countless times as insights insist on inclusion, and if we are as quiet as
This stateman proves to be then every once in a while, we may hear
Him or her release a thoughtful—Hmmm, suggestive of deep thinking
Going on—bottom line, there's no time like the present to participate in
'THE CREATION' of change for the better with great love—
I mean for Pete's sake, one quick glance over thousands of years of
Europe’s history offers up visions of greed undermining the welfare of
The people, so determined have Midas-like Lords, Ladies, Masters and
Kings been to build a golden palace of their own (think Versailles), setting
Aside the fact that people, near and far, the world over are starving in
Favor of focusing solely upon achieving world domination, time and
Again though each of those lords, ladies, monarchies and dictatorships
(Haven't you seen Downton Abby?) have imploded and crumbled, offering
The American ego a bigger (insight-driven) picture of what lies
Directly ahead of a nation (as being led by The Donald) that still
Proves to be in its toddlerhood as our country tis of thee's history of
National tantrums is not even three hundred years old!
Triple Hmmm ...
PS
Can you imagine how fast the little paws of the gerbil inside my head
Would be running double time on a wheel if my intuitive powers had not
Guided my closed mindset to expand so as to listen up when
My cousin and niece continued to implore me to post my thoughts by
Penning a blog?

Paraphrasing Will, who has been heard to say (on countless occasions to
Anyone who seems entertained when he teases me):  Annie has to offer
The retired teacher, who roams inside her head along with
The retired fixer, something constructive to say every day, because
This woman's spirit feels compelled to release far too many words
For my mind to take in, day after day—LOL!

And as we laugh at the truth, self awareness suggests that today’s
Last kernel of truth cannot be denied by a processor that
Proves as proactive, impassioned and corny as mine—
And as I believe in balance in all things, and as David flew in, and
We’re about to dash off to pick up Ravi and sweep her
Fully animated, sparkling blue eyes off to enjoy a rollicking good time
The serious side of my mind is about to relax and indulge in
The fun that comes with rolling matzoh balls with my three-year old
Grand daughter (first for Passover and now for Rosh Hashanah) tout de suite!
Ohhmm ...

Passover 2018

Rosh Hashanah 2018

I JUST JUMPED OFF AN EMOTIONALLY CHARGED ROLLER COASTER RIDE, WHICH, OVER THESE PAST THREE WEEKS, TRACKED AS MANY HEARTFELT HIGHS AS LOWS, BECAUSE I CHOSE NOT TO RIDE ALONE—

As you shall see, the tracks of this roller coaster traveled across several states, welcoming extended family (both Will’s and mine) to hop aboard, and within this post, I aim to clarify the reasons why my heartfelt choice to ride sidekick with so many loved ones in such a short span of time would have dizzied my clear-headed brain had I not done the homework assignment that has been heightening my  self awareness so that inner tension (which builds up as fast as the downs add up) is consistently released in conscientious spurts before the worried portion of my defense system releases a gushing rush of Adrenalin, which stimulates the savage beast (that dwells within the anxiety prone portion of every person’s brain stem) to leap out, pounce upon and devour my processor’s hard won peace of mind—
Hhmm ...

I’m really bushed, today (having traveled home from the Midwest to the southwestern desert for more than eight hours, yesterday—though flight time clocked in at just over three hours).  In fact, last night, Will and I felt so weary, that I had to laugh (before thanking him) for asking me to confirm the order of the digits of our home phone number after we’d arrived home from our brief stay in the major Midwestern metropolis where he and I had been born, raised, educated, married and lived until 44 years ago at which time we chose to move to the southwestern portion of our nation so as to raise our two small sons in a temperate climate where son number three was born to cavort with his big brothers ‘neath a sunlit blue sky, which I see reflected whenever my gaze (sweeping over the lush flowering foliage that we chose to plant along our back patio wall) lands upon our royal-blue-tiled spa, where Ravi and I enjoy splashing around, together, several times each week.  Whew!  (Though these runaway sentences may be challenging to absorb, their emergence from within the intuitive portion of my brain conveys each insight driven stream of consciousness that rises to the surface from deep within my subconscious so naturally as to float through the portion of my thought processor that is readily able to express the complex nature of my emotional reactions as one word after another makes up each run on sentence, which passes forward trains of thought that have been submerged so deeply within my think tank as to feel too profound to tamper with in any way, at all, and thus does my power of intuition guide me to post them exactly as each one emerges, which is why I feel need to apologize to you, every now and then.)

So why, you might ask, did our roller coaster ride of
Ups and downs extend from the Pacific Ocean to the Midwest?
To honor Will’s brother, may he Rest In Peace.
You see, following the death of a loved one, Jewish tradition
Subscribes to an ‘official’ mourning period of one year, after which
Family and close friends gather graveside, again, so as to unveil
The headstone, which marks the final resting place of each of our
Beloved departed, and just as Jeremy’s demise saw
Our immediate family of five make haste to fly from
California to the Midwest, during our vacation last August
The same scenario repeated itself, last week, with this exception:
Last year’s plan came together, last minute, becauseThe Grim Reaper
Offers no guarantees concerning date or time that Death will snuff out
A loved one’s life—On the other hand, the solemnity of
Loved ones gathering graveside, once the traditional year of
Mourning has passed, to unveil the headstone of
A beloved family member is planned months in advance, so
Will and I received a call from our sister-in-law, last spring, offering us
Suffient time to enjoy the tail end of our two week vacation with
Our sons’ families and extended family and friends at our timeshare on
The west coast (which must be reserved a year in advance) before
Driving home from the coast last Wed. so as to unpack and do laundry on
Thursday before repacking on Friday in readiness to fly to
The Midwest on Saturday, knowing that the unveiling would be
Sunday, followed by Labor Day, which we enjoyed with
My sister's family, laughing at the antics of my newphew’s young sons—
A pair of junior comedians, aged one and three, and though you now know
Why I’ve been hopping up and down from state to state, over these past
Three weeks, very few details (coloring in various reasons for having
Experienced emotional swings) have been transferred from
My memory bank to your conscious awareness—as of yet—and now
In hopes of having ignited your sense of intrigue,, I’ll rest my weary mind after
Cluing you into the flash of insight that just spotlighted
This awareness, which leaped out of my mind and into
The center ring of my tired think tank, just now:
Thank goodness, my EMDR therapist offered up a specific
Homework assignment to me before Will and I drove to the west coast, which
The over achiever in me chooses to keep in the forefront of my mind so as
To practice change for the better, because if ever there was a three week
Period of time in which this exercise in self awareness (concerning training
My brain to consciously regain peace of mind on a daily basis by
Knowing when to pull this assignment out of my think tank and
Plug it into the socket where my brain's peace of mind is refueled) proved
To offer my proactive processor sound reason to release inner tension before
The downs have had time to layer up in a repressed state that would
Otherwise have stimulated anxiety to spike too high to calm my runaway
Defense system down, most especially when this summer’s
Roller coaster ride, into which my strong-hearted spirit has freely
And lovingly chosen to securely strap all of my loved ones, sees me
Sharing seating space with so many who make up Will’s family and
Mine, along with our expansive set of close friends, all of whom
(Nestling naturally, as though conjoined into one within my heart) reside
From the west coast to the Midwest—and having arrived home, last night
From this duet of back-to-back trips where so many were embraced, I
Awakened, today, feeling groggy while freely choosing to focus
My mind upon making calls, which prove necessary to planning
A holiday feast in an organized fashion, which I'll enjoy hosting along with
Will, once everything on my to do list has been freshly purchased, rinsed
Peeled, chopped, boiled, roasted, sliced, baked, cooled, frosted
Refrigerated and reheated while setting a beautiful table so that
Right after we return home from high holy day services on Monday
Extended family and dear friends, who live nearby, will ring
Our chimes and feel warmly welcomed into
Our home to celebrate the Jewish New Year in a festive manner—oh—
Did I mention that David, who flies in this Friday, made
A 'reservation' with Steven to be assured of enjoying a sleepover with
Ravi on Saturday night before our immediate family attends
The football game (sans our three year old sweetheart) on Sunday?
‘Tis not lost on me that my cup runneth over with all good things since
Not even one forthcoming event makes me long to raise my hand
In absentia.  On the other hand, past experience concerning this
Advanced stage of my life has offered my smarts sound reason to
Expect to do little more more than smile (gratefully) at walls after
David flies back to the west coast on Monday evening until
Will and I readily experience another 'up' while attending our friend's
Grandson's Bar Mitzvah the following Saturday, which
Precedes my flying back to the west coast on that Sunday to enjoy
Time spent with a dear niece and nephew, who, choosing to raise
Their family on the Southeastern shore, plan to fly to
The West Coast to attend a professional conference, suggesting that
When an expansive heartline loves lots of folk, the proactive mind
Experiences never a dull moment—which is a very good thing until
My wearied body reminds me that though my spirit remains younger than
Springtime, reality points to the fact that at seventy four years old
I also feel need to slow down the roller coaster (which includes
Sons, 'daughters', grand children, sisters, brothers, nieces and
Nephews, cousins, in laws and close friends, all of whom reside from sea to
Shining sea) because our conversations (depending upon whom
We’re choosing to expend energy upon from one day to the next) are
Made up of highs—mainly based in delighting in the adorable antics of
Little ones—and lows—mainly based in news of life threatening
Physical declines—a beloved cousin’s brain tumor in the Midwest—a
Glioblastoma (the same deadly tumor that defeated
The Maverick's fight for life) which is sadly no longer in remission—and
Then breast cancer is threatening the life of a cousin on the west coast while
Decisions must be made concerning two cancers of the prostate
(Both of these potential killers having been recently diagnosed), one in
The Northwest, the second In the Southeast, and as this trio of
Recently diagnosed cancers involve the well being of a sister and
Her two brothers (whose 'baby' sister succumbed to complications of
Diabetes a couple of years back), and as I'd babysat for all four during
My preteen years, suggesting my being at least eight years older than
The oldest of these four siblings, whose hearts have been indivisibly
Intertwined with mine beginning when our family celebrated each of
Their births, it comes clear as to why we of a certain age would be
Wise to accept the reality of being  jelly (which
Sweetens our role in acknowledging that, once again, we are
The sandwiched generation, though most of our parents
Are gone and our children are grown, because we find ourselves
Squished between a slice of bread made up of seriously ailing, aging
Friends and family on one side while the other slice of life is
Made up of delicious youngsters, who thank God, delight
Their grandparents’ high spirited appetite for life, and, once again
We are reminded that regaining and maintaining peace of mind
Depends upon remaining aware of consciously creating
Balance in all things, suggesting why I choose to see myself
As jelly, sweetening the sandwich, rather than the peanut butter that
Remains stuck in an emotional funk—and—BTW, when listing
The downs (of which more exist that have not yet been
Disclosed in today’s post) I didn't even include the fact
That dt is still stamping his heavy handed foot-in-mouth dis/ease
All over the Oval Office—and with that addendum, tis time to
Pull today's insight driven, intuitive train of thought into
The next rest station so as to free my think tank to reconstruct
Last year’s grocery list before the sun comes out, tomorrow, when
Shopping for holiday ingredients is one of several tasks that
Graces the calendar of this person who luckily loves lots of people—
Many of whom make up the very young as well as those who can't believe
They've reached middle age, and then the spotlight of insight illuminates
The fact that I find myself dining, most frequently, with a generation of
Friends and family, who talk so much about bodily dysfunctions as to
Be unable to deny the reality of having grown so old as to laugh at
The truth, even when facing the cold, hard fact that our minds become
So dizzied while riding emotional roller coasters with loved ones as to
Forget the order of the digits of a land line, which has been our own for
44 years!  Triple Hmm—perhaps a massage will loosen my
Muscles, tight from Having traveled through so many highs and lows
(Inclusive of Will’s painfully stuck kidney stones) in a matter of weeks!

THE UNDERLYING THEME OF A LIFE WELL-LIVED IS BASED IN MUTUAL RESPECT

Tis fitting that on the solemn day of John McCain’s funeral the assertive voice of one of America’s most courageous national heroes defied death by speaking his mind in our nation’s capital ‘through’ two former Presidents, both of whom he’d personally singled out to deliver his eulogy (one being a liberal Democrat, the other a diehard Republican), and in this way did The Maverick clearly and creatively communicate his respectful attitude concerning bi-partisan politics, which proves necessary if legislation concerning the welfare of our nation is to be passed.

Over his lifetime, John McCain confronted difficult choices (personally and politically), each of which was riddled with inner conflict whenever this good man felt a compelling need to favor love of humankind over a linear connection to logic, and McCain’s ability to keep the bigger picture in the forefront of his intelligent mind (even while being brutally tortured, repeatedly, during his five year captivity in Vietnam) emerged, yet again, at the end of his life when John Wayne McCain’s impassioned distain for one leeringly greedy, over-bearing egomaniac rang out loud and clear as the senator’s conscious sense of self awareness chose a pair of political rivals, who’d foiled both of his heartfelt campaigns for the presidency of the USA, to speaking him and ‘for’ him when he could no longer speak for himself while distinctly banishing King Midas from standing amongst (much less above) those of us, who, mourning McCain’s passing, bowed our heads in heartfelt respect before the coffin of a good man, whose life had truly been lived to the fullest, right up to and beyond his body’s very last breath, and the fact that our nation’s flag was not lowered to half mast in honor of Senator John McCain’s lifetime of service to our great nation until dt’s disrespectful attitude was seen to fold under duress upon feeling the pressure point of public disgrace forcing his hand is a crying shame—shame on you, dt—shame on you for countless reasons, again and again—and again!

Just as the senator’s strong spirited belief concerning need to re-establish effective bi-partisan leadership will continue to ring true in perpetuity, there’s no doubt that John McCain’s soul will Rest In Peace while we who mourn his passing hope to see individuals on both sides of the street converging, respectfully, not just in honor of the senator’s demise but so as to elect a positively focused, rebalanced, political body of legislators, who, emulating bi-partisan attitudes that has served to dignify our natuon’s leadership in the past, have been absent for so long as to be in dire need of restoration before the blackguard, whom I cannot fathom as POTUS, appoints another right winged justice to the SCOTUS, whose puppet strings may be too easily yanked this way and that by dt’s dictatorship so as to deny the reality of our crumbling institutions until our sacred Bill of Rights is tattered beyond repair—unless perchance, our legislators awaken to the awareness of our closing in on passing the point of no return at which time we’ll experience the horror of watching the sinkhole swallow The White House and all of its self serving occupants whole, stimulating Hmmm to morph into OMG—SOS—ASAP!

And now, having spent portions of these past several days experiencing conflicting emotional swings of my own, I felt compelled to vent the suppression of fury (that would otherwise continue to layer up inside my mind) by injecting additional strings of insights into the post published directly before this one, thus relieving my mind/body/spirit connection of inner tension that naturally erupts each time I envision dt stamping his heavy foot in the Oval Office where the immaturity of his tweets, disparaging the dignity of a Senator whose humility proved to be one of McCain's greatest personal strengths, leaves me without a shadow of a doubt concerning my belief that over the past eighteen months, td has continued to feel so overwhelmed by his presumptive belief that he is up to leading the affairs of the world (other than those that prove sexual in nature) as to have completely lost his mind
Ohhmm ...

PS
One more thing—I’ve come to appreciate the fact that regaining and maintaining my daily connection to peace of mind depends upon my consciously identifying and releasing inner tension in such a creative, constructive manner as to inspire kindred spirits throughout the world to take a positively focused, more deeply aware and thus productive stand in some small way so as to join me in effecting change for the better by way of the voting process, because—
“We can do no great things, just small things with great love.”
          —Mother Teresa

PSS
In no way do I expect to review additional strings of insight that my power of intuition felt compelled to insert into the post penned before this one—at least not for a while, suggestive of my need to rest my mind while regaining energy spent so as to feel inspired to move forward toward penning posts promised but not yet fulfilled.  For example, I’ve not yet disclosed the fact that over these past three weeks, my emotional reactions have experienced sound reason to swing from one pole to the other based in the fact that I’ve taken two back-to-back trips, the first offering much more pleasure than not, the second not so much—
Hmmm ...

PSSS
Seeing myself as an honor student, forever, I’ve conscientiously done my homework assignment (which has yet to be described—so little time, so much to say) daily, and by choosing to follow my therapist's guidance, inner tension is readily identified and released, which would otherwise have stiffened my newly relaxed approach to accepting reality (through and through), and here is why this personal change is very healthy:  Upon upping my ability to regain a sense of insight-driven, spot-on mental relaxation, my conscious connection to my intuitive powers deepens, considerably, thus heightening my awareness as to how best to continue to effect change for the better, little by little—
Ohhmm ...