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Good Morning Digital Neighbors! Happy Sunday to all of the Supporters, Members and Visitors to Locals, especially all of you find souls at Rubin Report, Phetasy, Triggernometry and At Padre's. Sure, sure, I have all of my affectations and endearments for all of you, it is sort of a family thing, all of us had nicknames in the family. Too much Tommy, (post birth hysterectomy) The Lord Mayor of Ireland, (Momma was gonzo Irish) and Pug Mahon (which she thought mean pain in the ass, not kiss my ass.) Pug Mahon remains my favorite childhood nickname after we learned it actual meaning.

Nicknames are funny, playful, a tad pointy and sometimes they can cut a little too much. If you want to keep them among the first three, it behooves you to pay attention to the reactions of the recipients so that the cutting edge is acknowledged when it gets a little too close to the bone. However, if you are easily hurt, perma-offended, or pre-wounded, don't expect to have many funny relationships. If you are always getting your feelings hurt or tweaked, you are probably setting yourself up to be ignored by more considerate or kinder souls. There will be less laughter and playfulness in your relationships, but your feelings won't get hurt or triggered. I wonder if many of the WOKE have entered this stage of being? I think when there is a void of laughter, anger seems to fill that emotional space. If not anger, then some sort of strange borrowed sorrow or faux-empathy for whatever your "cause" might be. Enough musings over coffee. Off to the morning quote. Have a great day my friends! PUG MAHON!!!😁

I will try to discover some new beauty, some new sound or sight or thought that I have never heard nor seen nor contemplated. I will try to show my appreciation for this gift of beauty by giving in return some part of myself. I will make some small part of this world a little better than it was, and this undertaking may be so grand as the planting of a tree or so small as the picking up of a scrap of paper on the street.
I will not turn away from ugliness, in my environment or in the people with whom I share this earth. Sometimes in ugliness there is beauty hidden, and where there is not, it lies within my power to make the ugly a little less so.
And so I will not respond to the hostility of man—or nature—with anger or vindictiveness. I will turn away ill-temper with a smile and chide only myself for not carrying an umbrella when it rains. Our years on this planet are brief enough. Let it be said of me when I am gone: ā€œHe gave as much or more than he got. He may not have found beauty every day of his life, but he looked for it every day of his life.ā€ - W. B. PRESCOTT

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Born into a bourgeois family during the reign of Louis XIV, the ā€œSun Kingā€ (r. 1643-1715), Voltaire suffered tragedy at a young age when his mother died. Never close with his father or brother, Voltaire exhibited a rebellious attitude toward authority from his youth. His brilliant mind was fostered in the care of the Society of Jesus, who introduced him to the joys of literature and theater. Despite his later criticisms against the Church, Voltaire, throughout his life, fondly recalled his dedicated Jesuit teachers.

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Good morning, digital neighbors! Blessed Sabbath to all my neighbors in Judaism and happy Saturday to all the rest of us! How about a few quotes on autumn for this fine autumn morning and a trip down memory lane for some of us? Have a great day, my friends!

"Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, / We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!" – Humbert Wolfe, "Autumn (Resignation)" (1926)

"Again the wind / flakes gold-leaf from the trees and the painting darkens— / as if a thousand penitents kissed an icon / till it thinned back to bare wood, / without diminishment." – Jane Hirshfield, "Autumn" (The Paris Review, 1988)

"Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits." – Samuel Butler, The Way of All Flesh (1903)

When I think of autumn and childhood, I always think of this old Disney cartoon. I probably watch it every autumn in the days leading up to Halloween. Enjoy!

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The Garden of the Beloved - Read by lady Clare
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Chapter 13 - The Proud Minister

XIII

The Proud Minister

One day there came into the Garden a man in torn clothes badly bruised and cut, who said to the Lover, ā€œIn the name of the Beloved I demand your help.ā€

So the Lover and the Disciple let him in and dressed his wounds and prepared the best of the vegetables from the Garden for him to eat.Ā  When his wounds had been dressed and he had eaten and rested the Lover asked him how he had fallen into this plight, to which the man replied, ā€œI was Minister of the Beloved in a city near this place, where I preached His gospel and expounded His doctrine to the people. I pointed out to them how their sins had made them wholly hateful to the Beloved and how therefore they were utterly beyond the range of His love and He would condemn them to eternal torments, whereon some fell into despair and wept bitterly but many were angry.Ā  One day the magistrates called me before them and begged me to leave the city and preach elsewhere for they said I had made many people so angry and desperate that they feared there might be a riot and they might not be able to protect me but that I might suffer some injury.Ā  I, however, very zealous for the Beloved and believing that the magistrates only feared that their own sins might be proclaimed, preached the more vehemently, denounced the magistrates and made it abundantly clear that the whole wicked city was foredoomed to eternal punishment by the just provision of the Beloved.Ā  Whereon a mob, stirred up no doubt by the corrupt and venal magistrates, fell upon me with sticks and stones, nearly killing me and driving me out of the city in the state in which I came to you.ā€

ā€œMy friend,ā€ said the Lover, ā€œthis was not a good deed of yours, for besides denying the unfathomable compassion of the Beloved, you have by your obstinacy caused these people to commit a grievous sin, and this cannot be pleasing to the Beloved, that through you who profess to be His minister the people should become worse.Ā  Surely you remember that He Himself said, ā€˜If they persecute you in one city flee to another.ā€™ā€

Therefore the man was very angry, and cursing the Lover, said, ā€œI see that I have had a very false report of you and I do not believe that you are a servant of the Beloved at all.Ā  When I came to you so injured for the Beloved’s sake you set before me only herbs and fruits although the garden is full of birds which you could have killed to make me a worthy meal.Ā  I shall proclaim everywhere that you are no true servant of the Beloved but a mere falterer who dares not suffer in the cause of the Beloved.Ā  Be sure that you are foreordained to eternal torments who suffer nothing here.ā€

For the man was so blinded by his own pride that he could not perceive the scars on the hands and feet and the brows of the Lover nor how the cloth beneath the armpits of his tunic was dyed with a red dye.Ā  So he went out of the Garden cursing and shouting.

But the Lover looked sad and said, ā€œA man like this does much harm to the cause of the Beloved, for by thus speaking falsely about the Beloved he may bring men to fear Him but none to love Him, and by love alone can any man approach the Beloved.ā€

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