All the details are not known. Hopefully more will come out. So that we will know the truth.
Supposedly, Trayvon's body was left in a morgue for three days. Three days for the body to grow cold and the trail to grow cold. Three days to cover up a murder.
I wish we had more information. I wish we could see what the GPS systems in either or both of cellphones saw. Would they show Trayvon trying to get back to his Dad's house and being blocked from getting there? Would they show Zimmerman chasing Trayvon after being told not to?
I wish we had more information. I wish we had the conversations between Zimmerman and Trayvon. Did Zimmerman identify himself as the captain of the neighborhood watch? Was Trayvon allowed to explain that he was a guest of his father and that his father owned a home there? I wonder if Zimmerman offered to walk Trayvon back to his house and to meet his father to confirm Trayvon's story?
I wish we new what the police officers were thinking when they let Zimmerman go and decided Trayvon was a John Doe even with a cellphone that could have quickly led to his identification. I wonder why they wanted three days space between the death and the discovery of the death. Time for Zimmerman's "wounds" to heal? Time for Trayvon's body to deteriorate so that more evidence could evaporate? I wonder why they decided not to talk to witnesses and Trayvon's girlfriend? Yet they wanted Trayvon's school records. It doesn't make sense. Unless there was a cover up.
If I were the Gov. of Florida I would suspend the entire Sanford police force. I would have the national guard and state troopers patrol the streets of that city. And I would tell the national guard to keep one eye on the state troopers.
It was racism and it was murder and there was a coverup. Somebody tell me that a white guy in a hoodie would have been labeled a John Doe and hidden away for three days. Somebody tell me that the Sanford PD had a disdain for all shooting victims.
I could be wrong. Somebody please tell me that justice wasn't shot that night. Somebody, anybody?
Monday, March 26, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Healing Class Ideas.
I think I would like the class to be composed of ten modules. So basically a ten week or ten part class. People could take it more than once if they wanted more than one healing.
Modules;
1. Healing and the modality of prayer.
2. The healing modality of NLP and hypnosis.
3. The healing modality of eft.
4. The healing power of diet and exercise.
5. The healing power of eft.
6. The healing power of pranic healing and laying on of hands.
7. The healing power of vision boards.
8. The healing power of meditation and visualization.
9. The healing modality of rational thinking.
10. The healing power of forgiveness and conclusion.
Modules;
1. Healing and the modality of prayer.
2. The healing modality of NLP and hypnosis.
3. The healing modality of eft.
4. The healing power of diet and exercise.
5. The healing power of eft.
6. The healing power of pranic healing and laying on of hands.
7. The healing power of vision boards.
8. The healing power of meditation and visualization.
9. The healing modality of rational thinking.
10. The healing power of forgiveness and conclusion.
Thoughts on Ohio School Shooting
This blog may be premature, for clearly all the facts are not in. But let me proceed anyway. There have been varied reports about the shooter whose name has just been released. (So evidently he is to be tried as an adult.)
One report says he had been bullied. What we know for sure was that he was isolated, either by his choosing to be a loner or by being ignored by his peers. There is no excuse for his murdering three people and injuring countless others. I am counting emotional injuries here. But there is a part of me that wonders if a little respect wouldn't have prevented this tragedy.
When I moved to Alpharetta Ga., I was invited to joined the MLO club. MLO stood for Milton Liberation Organization. Milton was the name of the High School. The MLO club was for outsiders who had moved into the area. There were alot of us and we stuck together. The MLO club basically helped me become president of the junior class. The point is that we were outsiders who found respect and appreciation amongst ourselves.
We had smokers at Milton High School. They were another group of outsiders. During pep rallies they would sit high up in the bleachers when the rest of us would sit by classes beneath them. They were a class unto themselves. The smokers actually won the spirit stick for being the loudest in the pep rally. The cheerleaders gave them their due. Yes a little respect goes along away.
I had a classmate at my first high school that was a trouble maker. I was in at least two of his classes. So I knew he was a trouble maker. But in earth science he was no bother. The teacher gave him a strange kind of respect. She would look at him and say "Junior, you are rotten to the core." Junior would smile. And behave himself, for that class at least. Yes, a little respect goes along way.
Now, we don't know the full details of what was going on in Ohio. But there is no such thing as wasted respect. If I had children I would try to teach them to respect everyone, even and especially if they don't like them. When Leo Buscaglia was chided for loving everyone his come back was "Who should I leave out?" My question today is who should we leave out of the loop of respect?
In Peace, Love, and Light,
Enoch
One report says he had been bullied. What we know for sure was that he was isolated, either by his choosing to be a loner or by being ignored by his peers. There is no excuse for his murdering three people and injuring countless others. I am counting emotional injuries here. But there is a part of me that wonders if a little respect wouldn't have prevented this tragedy.
When I moved to Alpharetta Ga., I was invited to joined the MLO club. MLO stood for Milton Liberation Organization. Milton was the name of the High School. The MLO club was for outsiders who had moved into the area. There were alot of us and we stuck together. The MLO club basically helped me become president of the junior class. The point is that we were outsiders who found respect and appreciation amongst ourselves.
We had smokers at Milton High School. They were another group of outsiders. During pep rallies they would sit high up in the bleachers when the rest of us would sit by classes beneath them. They were a class unto themselves. The smokers actually won the spirit stick for being the loudest in the pep rally. The cheerleaders gave them their due. Yes a little respect goes along away.
I had a classmate at my first high school that was a trouble maker. I was in at least two of his classes. So I knew he was a trouble maker. But in earth science he was no bother. The teacher gave him a strange kind of respect. She would look at him and say "Junior, you are rotten to the core." Junior would smile. And behave himself, for that class at least. Yes, a little respect goes along way.
Now, we don't know the full details of what was going on in Ohio. But there is no such thing as wasted respect. If I had children I would try to teach them to respect everyone, even and especially if they don't like them. When Leo Buscaglia was chided for loving everyone his come back was "Who should I leave out?" My question today is who should we leave out of the loop of respect?
In Peace, Love, and Light,
Enoch
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Mike
His name was Mike. No one wanted to work with Mike. Mike was nuts. He used to sneak up on his work station. He would hide behind a shelf. He would look around to make sure the coast was clear. Then he would go to his work station and commence work.
One day the foreman asked me if I would work with Mike. I said sure. I had heard that Mike had gone through a lot of therapy and I wanted to learn. So we would work and talk and work and talk. The foreman walked by with a funny look on his face. Like maybe I was nuts too. He might've been right.
Mike and his stepmother had been counseled by numerous therapists representing most of the various schools of psychology. So I got to learn from Mike about all of that. About what had worked and what didn't work. Most of the details I have forgotten, but I will never forget the talk we had about babies.
"Mike", I said, "How come you and your wife don't have any babies?"
"Scott", he said. "It's like this, My wife is my baby and I am her baby. We take care of each other."
And I thought to myself what a great answer. Not everyone is meant to have children. For some people taking care of themselves is a challenge. If they can find some one to mutually care for then so much the better.
I quit that job to go back to school. The factory eventually closed and I lost track of Mike. But in my heart of hearts I know he and his baby are taking care of each other. So thanks Mike. Thanks for the conversation and the wisdom. Now I've got to look around and make sure the coast is clear. Okay, back to work.
In Peace, Love, and Light,
Enoch
One day the foreman asked me if I would work with Mike. I said sure. I had heard that Mike had gone through a lot of therapy and I wanted to learn. So we would work and talk and work and talk. The foreman walked by with a funny look on his face. Like maybe I was nuts too. He might've been right.
Mike and his stepmother had been counseled by numerous therapists representing most of the various schools of psychology. So I got to learn from Mike about all of that. About what had worked and what didn't work. Most of the details I have forgotten, but I will never forget the talk we had about babies.
"Mike", I said, "How come you and your wife don't have any babies?"
"Scott", he said. "It's like this, My wife is my baby and I am her baby. We take care of each other."
And I thought to myself what a great answer. Not everyone is meant to have children. For some people taking care of themselves is a challenge. If they can find some one to mutually care for then so much the better.
I quit that job to go back to school. The factory eventually closed and I lost track of Mike. But in my heart of hearts I know he and his baby are taking care of each other. So thanks Mike. Thanks for the conversation and the wisdom. Now I've got to look around and make sure the coast is clear. Okay, back to work.
In Peace, Love, and Light,
Enoch
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Buckets of God
Imagine a lake surrounded by buckets of water. Each bucket is labeled according to a mindset. Atheism, agnosticism, all the forms of Christianity, all the world religions. There are small buckets for small independent groups.
I am standing in front of a bucket where the label is damaged. There is note that I can read it says: "Thou shalt have no other bucket than me. I am the only bucket. The lake behind me is a Satanic illusion." I go to another bucket. It says "Lucifer tried to place his bucket in the lake. He was sent to Hell for all eternity."
Well I abide by my bucket's admonition. On hot days I take some water out to cool myself. It works for awhile. Some days the water runs low, but it refills slowly. What I really want to do is splash in the lake behind my bucket. Do I risk losing the water in my bucket for what may be an illusion?
I have been looking for a reality that is bigger than all the arguments about God and over God. Bigger than concepts about God. Bigger than concepts. The closest I have come is something I am calling "Infinite Light". The infinite light doesn't care if we call it God or not. It doesn't even care if we call it. It doesn't care if we find it or not. It just is.
So yes I am going behind my bucket to see what is there. If I am wrong, well there are still a lot of half empty buckets laying around. But don't be surprised if you hear a splash.
In Peace, Love, and Light,
Enoch
I am standing in front of a bucket where the label is damaged. There is note that I can read it says: "Thou shalt have no other bucket than me. I am the only bucket. The lake behind me is a Satanic illusion." I go to another bucket. It says "Lucifer tried to place his bucket in the lake. He was sent to Hell for all eternity."
Well I abide by my bucket's admonition. On hot days I take some water out to cool myself. It works for awhile. Some days the water runs low, but it refills slowly. What I really want to do is splash in the lake behind my bucket. Do I risk losing the water in my bucket for what may be an illusion?
I have been looking for a reality that is bigger than all the arguments about God and over God. Bigger than concepts about God. Bigger than concepts. The closest I have come is something I am calling "Infinite Light". The infinite light doesn't care if we call it God or not. It doesn't even care if we call it. It doesn't care if we find it or not. It just is.
So yes I am going behind my bucket to see what is there. If I am wrong, well there are still a lot of half empty buckets laying around. But don't be surprised if you hear a splash.
In Peace, Love, and Light,
Enoch
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Changes life into life.
I was reviewing my private journal for the past two years. It is like there was two or three of me. I discovered EFT and changed jobs. I went to California. I joined toastmasters. My theology has been informed and expanded. I have discovered Milton Erickson's works. I found Pranic Healing. My presence on the internet is growing. I am exercising regularly. My health feels great.
So what is next? I still want to leave Texas. I still have it in my head that I will start a church. A new type of church where people are encouraged to study everything. A place where everyone (including me) can continue to grow spiritually. Texas has been closed doors and crushed dreams. Crushed but not obliterated. All the bad things in Texas are my fault according to ministers from two traditions I no longer follow. Simply by moving here I created Texas.
So it is back to square one again. I feel empowered. And I will keep working on myself and my dreams until I die and maybe beyond.
In Light, Love, and Liberty.
Enoch
So what is next? I still want to leave Texas. I still have it in my head that I will start a church. A new type of church where people are encouraged to study everything. A place where everyone (including me) can continue to grow spiritually. Texas has been closed doors and crushed dreams. Crushed but not obliterated. All the bad things in Texas are my fault according to ministers from two traditions I no longer follow. Simply by moving here I created Texas.
So it is back to square one again. I feel empowered. And I will keep working on myself and my dreams until I die and maybe beyond.
In Light, Love, and Liberty.
Enoch
Friday, December 30, 2011
When do you smile?
Anyone can smile during a good day. What I want to know is can you still smile at the end of a bad day? It has taken me twenty five years of working on myself but I can say yes. I can still smile at the end of a bad day. At the end of a bad year. At the end of a bad decade. I can still smile.
Did Joseph hate his brothers who sold him into slavery? Or his cousins who bought him and then resold him? Or did he choose to love God and then to smile? Naomi lost everything in a strange land. Yet at the end of her life she still smiled. There is a non-canonical story about Jesus. According to the story he danced on the way to his death. Happy to die. What did he know?
Maybe he knew that sundown doesn't mean sunover. Sundown doesn't mean sunout. Maybe it means sunrest. Maybe it means sunpreparation.
Yes it had taken me more than a quarter century to learn that I can still smile. And I am still learning. Learning to test the theories and theologies that are presented to me. Learning to find my own way. Learning to smile when everything around me says no.
In Love, Light, and Liberty,
Enoch
Did Joseph hate his brothers who sold him into slavery? Or his cousins who bought him and then resold him? Or did he choose to love God and then to smile? Naomi lost everything in a strange land. Yet at the end of her life she still smiled. There is a non-canonical story about Jesus. According to the story he danced on the way to his death. Happy to die. What did he know?
Maybe he knew that sundown doesn't mean sunover. Sundown doesn't mean sunout. Maybe it means sunrest. Maybe it means sunpreparation.
Yes it had taken me more than a quarter century to learn that I can still smile. And I am still learning. Learning to test the theories and theologies that are presented to me. Learning to find my own way. Learning to smile when everything around me says no.
In Love, Light, and Liberty,
Enoch
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