I mean on top of caring for the various wild and domesticated creatures of this earth, domestic duties.
Lot of time thinking.
Some folks call this meditation and have all sorts of positions and angles to get there.
That way reminds me too much of sex, and being as I am non saint yet, if it comes to sex, I want the real thing, not a substitution for it!
I can commune with That Which Is, Nature, open myself to the voices of of ancestors, chopping wood, feeding the goats, digging a post hole, cooking breakfast.
In the Bible it is called, “be still and know that I am god”.
Turn the TV off, turn the radio off, put down that phone which you worship liker a god in and of itself, with all the facebook friends don’t really give a rats ass how you are doing, and many get a secret thrill when something bad befalls you, tune out all the bull shit from DC and Sodom and Gomorrah on the Colorado, (If you are a Real Texican), and THINK!
Consider what you have been told, to believe, then look at reality.
Put the two side by side, run them back and forth, flip em over, look at the underbelly of both, then use the god given ability to reason, and THINK. for yourself!
To hell with what some son of a female of questionable character, who try to tell you what to think.
Just tell that SOB, Where to Go!
If you listen, if you ask them to, your ancestors will come to you in times when you tune out the din of everyday life, and speak to you of times past, mistakes made, lessons learned.
A shared learning the lessons of life, and the things which really matter in the end.
No denying this world, humanities world, teeters on the edge of a dark chasm of enormous depth, as if a single puff of dragons breath should blow humanity into the darkness of that waiting mouth.
But take heart folks, tis not to be!
Nature NEVER allows one side to take control of all of Earth / Humanity.
Evil is never allowed to win full control.
On a cold desperate night, George Washington cast the dice, put it all on one roll, crossed the Delaware in hellish conditions, scared shitless of failure, and what they would mean for Americans, for the brave Winter Soldiers, mostly young folks, with a scattering of all other ages, great grandfathers, grandfathers, sons and the grandchildren.
But before they started to cross, Washington had a piece of The Crisis, written by Thomas Paine, a brave soul who put the cross hairs of the British military might, square on his own ass, read to the waiting boatmen and troops.
It gave comfort, and helped find courage in souls of the scared shitless, cold, men, from the lowest private, to Washington himself!
“THESE are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated”
These words, spoken by a WINTER SOLDIER, those so many years and generations ago, ring with the same pure truth as when spoken in the dark days of the early war years.
Americans need to look inward, to their own lives and souls.
Remember and honor your ancestors, the sacrifices they made.
And when you remember you heroes like Paine, Franklin, Lafayette, Allen, many more including Washington, because they were not gods, but scared men, doing a duty to try to build a better world for humanity.
They had truckloads of human failings, but that something extra, which cared enough for humanity to place their own asses in the cross hairs, for the benefit of humanity as a whole
They could use your prayers for their souls, when you remember them.
Other than that, “let the dead bury the dead”.
Time humanity grew up.
Time to stop meat-grinder wars for pedophile Usury “bankers” which never seem to solve the problem, it always returns, like a hungry stray street dog a well stocked trash can.
Just refuse to fight their wars.
In days of yore, “Leaders” had balls and led!
No more nukes used, or humanity will corner the rat used it in a blind ally and kill em slow.
No more sending poor folks kids to die for rich cowardly baby raping ass holes.
WANT TO BE A “LEADER”?
THEN WHEN YOU WANT A WAR, HAVE THE BALLS TO BITCH SLAP THE “LEADER” OF THE COUNTRY YOU FEEL ALL FROGGY ABOUT!
YOU AND HIM, BACK TO BACK, Single Shot Muzzle-loading pistols, TEN PACES EACH, TURN, FIRE, GOD DECIDES!
Leaders my ass, hiding under their office desks on the knees of their two thousand dollar suits, when Thor clears his throat for a bit of rain.
Pitiful excuses for a male of the species!
Look at them America, that what you want for your Prodigy?
Be still, and commune with yourself!
The Ole Dog!