Joey and I were having a wonderful unplanned Saturday that involved Starbucks, strange museums of Chicago and cheap Mexican eats... The afternoon ended and we returned home.. Our evening was not over..
We popped in a great movie and started watching..
Joey decides to call his friend Mike to confirm the when and where of where our friends will meet for an evening that involves alcohol and silly dancing to follow.. along with smiles, laughter, and dizzy stupor.. :)
While Joey's on the phone, I decide to casually browse the Internet.. I'm somehow addicted to the news, although I have tried unsuccessfully in the past to try not to read the news, for the following reasons:
-The media is biased.
-So much negativity.
-How much the story is "vamped" up.
-I don't care much for Britney Spears and a drunken party girl supposedly named Lindsay Lohan..
I scroll up to the address bar, and click on the down arrow.. and since msnbc.com is proudly protruding as first in line, I give it an automatic highlight, and in BOLD RED print displays:
Third-deadliest day of war for U.S. troops
12 die in helicopter crash; 5 killed in militia attack; roadside bombs claim 2
I read on, the article describing on how the helicopter crash was a Blackhawk helicopter. My stomach fell to the floor.
I was quiet.
I was furious.
I was overwhelmingly sad.
The muffled screaming voices that seem like bad EMF were in my head stronger than ever.
I knew someone who flew Blackhawk helicopters. We were military friends in high school.. He was Marines at Curie and I was Navy at Whitney Young..
Joey hung up and saw me open the window for air. I told him what had happened. I didn't feel like going out anymore. He didn't either. He too, felt slightly ill, and visibly upset. How could I go and have fun when there are men and women 9 years younger than me fighting a war that has no reason? What is this war trying to accomplish? I couldn't stop the feeling of being sick to my gut. The cold January air blew stolidly into the 85-degree apartment. I felt slightly better. We decided that going out was not in the best interest, and rather opted talking about what just happened, declaring that something has to be done. I called my nephew, to hear his voice and to see how he was doing. I brought up the subject. He didn't have much to say. Maybe he thinks it doesn't affect him. I hung up with a calm goodbye. Joey smiles, and I call Jamie. I seem to have woken her.. (oops!) and we talk for a few minutes. She was included in the partaking of tonight's supposed activities. "It's OK, I really don't feel like going out anymore." And I proceeded to explain why. I hung up with a smile since she wants to get involved too..
I feel better having vented to 3 people all in a matter of an hour. I talk to Joey some more.. and we decide to call it an evening..
So here I am, at work, researching sites. And I have found a couple.. I'm not asking you to join, but rather read. I just want to get the word out. It'll make me (and others) feel better. Perhaps I will take part in these organizations. I have to get involved. I can no longer sit and wait for the next person to speak up. I hope my old friend was not flying that helicopter, but my heart does go out to the families of those who were on board. Think of it this way.. If it's not my friend, it's someones son, brother, husband, daddy, boyfriend, partner, friend.
Here's a start:
www.codepink.org
http://www.unitedforpeace.org/
http://us.oneworld.net
By the way, here's the article:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16722042
even if it's biased, "vamped", or negative.. 19 people died on 1/20/2007.
-Dani
posted by Dani V @ 1/22/2007 03:53:00 AM
1 Comments:
Hey Dani,
Um...oops...I put my comment under the wrong thread...um...O.K...so I'm gonna paste it here and you can delete from the other one. (Just got off work...my eyes may be a little spliiipppy)
Hey Dani,
This is Susan speaking, using a variation of one of my pen names...read your post of course and it made me do the quiet down. You know, the all systems shut down and just feel thing.
I feel that one of the most important things for us all these days is to respond to the strong push of intuition fueled by strong emotion and I think maybe that just happened for you.
I had an action scene kinda weekend too...couldn't watch the news...but the vibe of what's happening is strong enough without having to watch these days which says something...but here's the short end of my weekend. I was drawn to join a group of some amazing, amazing people who are working the underside of the issue in question. I mean the energetic side of course. I met at least three powerhouse prayer players and it gave me a lift, a real feeling that this is going to work. By sheer force of rightous will, if nothing else all that is hidden will be revealed. I mention this because so much in the news is, as you say, and also I feel it is angled to cook a feeling of helplessness, a wailing against the machine...we have web sites and groups and that is all good for one of the best reasons that is not often considered.
The power of our untited rightous intention is a fuse lit that goes right into the matrix and around the cosmos. So the action shot is great and good on you and I'm being reminded a lot recently that the power of what goes on in my mind creates my world...so I'm holding the vision of a peace that is in the best interests of everyone on the planet. And, man, I can feel it as a real thing, a living thing. I can feel it.
I was being reminded this morning that one sincere heart holding a holy selfless intention can affect almost 100,000 people to help facilitate their free will shift toward something lighter. It's like a super matching grant principal. I feel this is true--and THIS is the real thing kept secreted from ourselves. And it's time to start saying all this outloud, doing things outloud.
One individual has power, enormous power...and so yeah, good on you...through letters or blogging or showing up or simply describing the world I want to live in outloud or in my head...I know that every thing, every thought, every action, every prayer is counted.
Why else do you imagine advertisments and et all mind control work so hard to circumvent the mind? Diminish the spirit?
Because everything is counted, there is no such thing as 'the little guy.'
One mind, plus one, plus one, and then stand back baby cuz then it's all about mathmetic progression and critical mass.
Sending you flowered thoughts...also, I kinda just wanted to comment on your blog...what can I say? I'm a born button pusher.
later,
s. lizerrrbeth
9:13 AM
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