"I made you to accomplish something specific that no one else can accomplish." Two Listeners
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Miracle on Cape Cod
Please check out a video story of how a group of homeless people on Cape Cod came together to help each other find housing.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Reading God 1
On January 21, 2011 at 5:45 AM, I was visited by God.
He embraced me warmly as I lay alone in bed, and He shared two messages with me:
1. Be compassionate now.
2. Read my book.
These are my own faulty, human interpretations of the all-embracing feeling that He imparted at that moment. What follows are my attempts--very human attempts--to explain what this revelation means.
Let me say for the first of many times that I am only a teacher.
Grump and the Snow Day
The snow fell all day.
We were stuck in the house.
Then the electricity died
For our electronic mouse.
I sat there with Grady.
We sat there, we two.
And I said, "How I wish
We had something to do!"
No games on the Wii.
No batteries left.
So we put on our gear.
And went out in the drift.
And the snow was so high.
High
High
Higher
Than me
How can you play in snow
Two feet or three?
And then
Came by the plow!
How that plow made a mound
that made them say, "WOW!"
that made them say, "WOW!"
They dug
and they dug
But they could not see the street.
So they started to make castles
With ladders and sheets.
They packed all the ice.
They carved all the snow.
They made their own mountain
For sledding and dough!
Grady called all the neighbors kids
Out from their yards
And told them that sledding
Was awfully hard.
"No, it's not,"
said his friend.
"I'll show you my skill."
As Will dove right down
Head first on their front yard hill.
So Jack and Grady,
Willy and Dawn
Created their own ski lift
Right there on the lawn.
"No, you can't," said the neighbor,
the worried old grump.
"You can't charge for tickets.
On that little hump.
You can't sled there
or ski there
or ride that skateboard.
You'll skid on the road way
right into my Ford."
"Now, Now! Have no fear,"
said Grady with his bat.
"We'll just try some baseball
to add to this, stat."
"What stat?" asked his brother,
the Jack of his life.
"Not a stat like a number
or a count of Grump's wife?"
"No, no. Like a doctor, when
he needs something, NOW!"
"Quit it, stat!"
said Old Grump,
who looked like a cow.
"Have no fear!" said Grady
"I will not hit the ball!
I will just hit this ice
at the tow truck so tall!
I'll hit with this old stick
I'll hit with my bat.
I'll hit with this broom stick.
Hold on to your hat."
"Watch this one!
Watch this right now," said Grady.
"With a swing and a swoosh,
I'll clear off this bush.
I can knock snow balls over
the neighbor's house. Whooosh!
I can hit with a broom stick.
You can catch with your shovel
And look
We can play baseball
when it's not even fall.
Oh no!
It's the winter, the greatest season of all.
"Go inside
you might say.
You might say, 'get away!'
With your snowballs
and baseballs and games
that you play.
But I can't go inside.
I won't leave this lawn
with its covering of snow
for our shovels of brawn.
My brother is strong.
He'll clear the whole lot.
We'll shut down our ski lift
and make a sand lot.
We'll play the great game.
The game greatest of all.
The game that we call
wintertime baseball."
That is what Grady said
on that cold icy day.
Then he got hit with a lump
that wasn't quite clay.
Then Jack and Grady
began their flurry fight
As they threw at each other
everything white.
And the old grump slipped down,
slipped down on the ice.
As he yelled at the boys,
"Why won't you play nice?"
"Oh, no, should we help?"
said Jack to his brother.
"Should we help the old grump
or should we just call our mother?"
"Now look what you've done!"
said the grumpy old man.
"Now look at my arm.
And look at my head!
And look at my legs!
I must get to bed.
You boys wrecked my body
I am not mistaken.
You wrecked this old soul.
I will never awaken
from this sad nightmare.
First no electricity . . ."
"Well, you never had hair."
"You never had hair,"
said Grady to him.
"At least you can't lose something
that never was yours."
"What a child,"
said the grump,
rubbing his head.
"What a child . . .
At least you can
help me to bed."
And the boys helped the man
And, then, slow as a turtle,
they walked the man home
to meet his wife Myrtle.
As they slogged cross his yard,
the lights came back on.
"Now look at this trick,"
said Grady.
"Take a look!"
Then he got the steps clear
in a wink, with his shovel,
as Jack led the man
who continued to grovel,
"Oh, my wife's in the dark."
"No, she's not. Look at this
Your wife's on the phone,
finding something amiss."
"I will help you inside
You will see something new,"
said Jack to the man
as he pulled out his kazoo.
Old Myrtle was grateful.
She took off Grump's boots,
as Jack played on his pipes
a tune for kazoots.
"Noise, noise," said the man.
"I rather like it,"
said his wife to her husband
as the boys stomped their feet.
And Jack and Grady
knew just what to do.
Grady began singing
to Jack's quick kazoo.
They sang as old Myrtle
helped her husband change.
He changed from his clothing
but he still seem deranged.
"They should not be here.
When their mother is not.
Put them out! Put them out!"
said the man with the pot.
"It's tea," said old Myrtle.
"It's tea. And it's hot."
"Do you expect me to pour it
for these crazy tots?!"
Myrtle gave Grump a pat,
touched him soft on the head,
"Let's share some warm tea
Then for you, off to bed."
"Now, here is a game that I'll never like,"
said Grady.
"To nap is to miss out
on all the fun with my Trike."
And he pulled out a mini
A little, small thumb board
with three wheels beneath it,
for his hands to explore.
He jumped with his fingers
the little mint cookies.
He jumped across the table
and landed in Grump's mookies.
Then Jack and Grady
played with their trikes
as Grump hummed along
on Jack's Kazoo Mike.
Laugh. Laugh.
Tears. Tears.
The Grump went away
as he peeled back the years.
What was left was a child
who remembered to play.
Grump first dreamt of college.
He once went to Spain.
He thought of his Myrtle,
he met on a train.
Her dress was bright red.
He'd never forget it.
Now they still shared a bed
and a life time of credit.
Grump thought of their kids,
now away, well-past college.
He smiled and sighed
as he thought of their knowledge.
Then Jack settled down
settled down from his singing.
The boys listened with awe,
as Grump's story began ringing.
"Bells, Bells, Bells!" said Grump with a smile.
"The church bells and people
and cars lined for miles.
Our wedding," said he.
"with folks from all over.
The relatives and friends
tromped in cross the clover."
"You see," said Grump's wife.
"We got married in a pasture
A judge was presiding,
a speaker, such a master!"
"And when it was over,
you know what they did?
We cleared out the clover
and built us a house.
These yards that you see
all covered with snow,
our kids played there free
all games, to and fro."
"Our sons, now grown up,"
Myrtle said with a sigh.
"Our sons who come visit
when they want to fly."
"Fishing?" asked Grady.
"I love doing that.
I'll never forget how I caught
big Jack's hat."
Then Grady let a fly fly
from his invisible pole,
catching his arm
on the edge of the stove.
Down, down came the plates.
Down the plates with a clatter.
And Grump rose from his dream
to see what was the matter.
"Oh dear!" said Myrtle
"that ends our dream date."
As Jack scrambled to
clear crumbs from among
shattered plates.
So the boys headed out.
Out to Nature they went.
Leaving Grump and old Myrtle
hunched over and bent.
"That is good," said old Grump.
"Those boys went away YES!"
"They're gone," said his love
As she cleaned up the mess.
That mess was so big,
so wide and so wet.
"We'll never clean this up,
not even our pet."
And then!
Who came back to the door?
The two boys
leaving their boots and what's more.
"Have no fear of our troubles,"
said Grady and Jack.
"We'll clear this right up
with elbows and bubbles."
Then the boys cleaned right up
on their knees and their hands.
They picked up the cookies.
They picked up the pans.
And the milk, and the team
each one little drop.
And the saucer and cup.
Till each sud, it went pop.
They put each thing away,
in each little place
and, when they were gone,
they left no single trace.
Then the boys headed home.
Right home to their mother,
who worried at the door,
like each mother other.
"What did you do?
Where have you been?"
she asked with a stare
and not a hint of a grin.
Should they tell her about it?
What should they do?
Well . . .
What would you do
If your mother asked you?
"No, you can't," said the neighbor,
the worried old grump.
"You can't charge for tickets.
On that little hump.
You can't sled there
or ski there
or ride that skateboard.
You'll skid on the road way
right into my Ford."
"Now, Now! Have no fear,"
said Grady with his bat.
"We'll just try some baseball
to add to this, stat."
"What stat?" asked his brother,
the Jack of his life.
"Not a stat like a number
or a count of Grump's wife?"
"No, no. Like a doctor, when
he needs something, NOW!"
"Quit it, stat!"
said Old Grump,
who looked like a cow.
"Have no fear!" said Grady
"I will not hit the ball!
I will just hit this ice
at the tow truck so tall!
I'll hit with this old stick
I'll hit with my bat.
I'll hit with this broom stick.
Hold on to your hat."
"Watch this one!
Watch this right now," said Grady.
"With a swing and a swoosh,
I'll clear off this bush.
I can knock snow balls over
the neighbor's house. Whooosh!
I can hit with a broom stick.
You can catch with your shovel
And look
We can play baseball
when it's not even fall.
Oh no!
It's the winter, the greatest season of all.
"Go inside
you might say.
You might say, 'get away!'
With your snowballs
and baseballs and games
that you play.
But I can't go inside.
I won't leave this lawn
with its covering of snow
for our shovels of brawn.
My brother is strong.
He'll clear the whole lot.
We'll shut down our ski lift
and make a sand lot.
We'll play the great game.
The game greatest of all.
The game that we call
wintertime baseball."
That is what Grady said
on that cold icy day.
Then he got hit with a lump
that wasn't quite clay.
Then Jack and Grady
began their flurry fight
As they threw at each other
everything white.
And the old grump slipped down,
slipped down on the ice.
As he yelled at the boys,
"Why won't you play nice?"
"Oh, no, should we help?"
said Jack to his brother.
"Should we help the old grump
or should we just call our mother?"
"Now look what you've done!"
said the grumpy old man.
"Now look at my arm.
And look at my head!
And look at my legs!
I must get to bed.
You boys wrecked my body
I am not mistaken.
You wrecked this old soul.
I will never awaken
from this sad nightmare.
First no electricity . . ."
"Well, you never had hair."
"You never had hair,"
said Grady to him.
"At least you can't lose something
that never was yours."
"What a child,"
said the grump,
rubbing his head.
"What a child . . .
At least you can
help me to bed."
And the boys helped the man
And, then, slow as a turtle,
they walked the man home
to meet his wife Myrtle.
As they slogged cross his yard,
the lights came back on.
"Now look at this trick,"
said Grady.
"Take a look!"
Then he got the steps clear
in a wink, with his shovel,
as Jack led the man
who continued to grovel,
"Oh, my wife's in the dark."
"No, she's not. Look at this
Your wife's on the phone,
finding something amiss."
"I will help you inside
You will see something new,"
said Jack to the man
as he pulled out his kazoo.
Old Myrtle was grateful.
She took off Grump's boots,
as Jack played on his pipes
a tune for kazoots.
"Noise, noise," said the man.
"I rather like it,"
said his wife to her husband
as the boys stomped their feet.
And Jack and Grady
knew just what to do.
Grady began singing
to Jack's quick kazoo.
They sang as old Myrtle
helped her husband change.
He changed from his clothing
but he still seem deranged.
"They should not be here.
When their mother is not.
Put them out! Put them out!"
said the man with the pot.
"It's tea," said old Myrtle.
"It's tea. And it's hot."
"Do you expect me to pour it
for these crazy tots?!"
Myrtle gave Grump a pat,
touched him soft on the head,
"Let's share some warm tea
Then for you, off to bed."
"Now, here is a game that I'll never like,"
said Grady.
"To nap is to miss out
on all the fun with my Trike."
And he pulled out a mini
A little, small thumb board
with three wheels beneath it,
for his hands to explore.
He jumped with his fingers
the little mint cookies.
He jumped across the table
and landed in Grump's mookies.
Then Jack and Grady
played with their trikes
as Grump hummed along
on Jack's Kazoo Mike.
Laugh. Laugh.
Tears. Tears.
The Grump went away
as he peeled back the years.
What was left was a child
who remembered to play.
Grump first dreamt of college.
He once went to Spain.
He thought of his Myrtle,
he met on a train.
Her dress was bright red.
He'd never forget it.
Now they still shared a bed
and a life time of credit.
Grump thought of their kids,
now away, well-past college.
He smiled and sighed
as he thought of their knowledge.
Then Jack settled down
settled down from his singing.
The boys listened with awe,
as Grump's story began ringing.
"Bells, Bells, Bells!" said Grump with a smile.
"The church bells and people
and cars lined for miles.
Our wedding," said he.
"with folks from all over.
The relatives and friends
tromped in cross the clover."
"You see," said Grump's wife.
"We got married in a pasture
A judge was presiding,
a speaker, such a master!"
"And when it was over,
you know what they did?
We cleared out the clover
and built us a house.
These yards that you see
all covered with snow,
our kids played there free
all games, to and fro."
"Our sons, now grown up,"
Myrtle said with a sigh.
"Our sons who come visit
when they want to fly."
"Fishing?" asked Grady.
"I love doing that.
I'll never forget how I caught
big Jack's hat."
Then Grady let a fly fly
from his invisible pole,
catching his arm
on the edge of the stove.
Down, down came the plates.
Down the plates with a clatter.
And Grump rose from his dream
to see what was the matter.
"Oh dear!" said Myrtle
"that ends our dream date."
As Jack scrambled to
clear crumbs from among
shattered plates.
So the boys headed out.
Out to Nature they went.
Leaving Grump and old Myrtle
hunched over and bent.
"That is good," said old Grump.
"Those boys went away YES!"
"They're gone," said his love
As she cleaned up the mess.
That mess was so big,
so wide and so wet.
"We'll never clean this up,
not even our pet."
And then!
Who came back to the door?
The two boys
leaving their boots and what's more.
"Have no fear of our troubles,"
said Grady and Jack.
"We'll clear this right up
with elbows and bubbles."
Then the boys cleaned right up
on their knees and their hands.
They picked up the cookies.
They picked up the pans.
And the milk, and the team
each one little drop.
And the saucer and cup.
Till each sud, it went pop.
They put each thing away,
in each little place
and, when they were gone,
they left no single trace.
Then the boys headed home.
Right home to their mother,
who worried at the door,
like each mother other.
"What did you do?
Where have you been?"
she asked with a stare
and not a hint of a grin.
Should they tell her about it?
What should they do?
Well . . .
What would you do
If your mother asked you?
Vision Lock brainstorm
Vision Lock Iphone or Droid ap
by Jeffrey Howell
copyright December 20, 2010
all rights reserved to Jeffrey Howell
Vision Lock: guaranteed to help you lock into your dreams
Iphone or droid ap
Text:
Initial Lines:
- You are not procrastinating
- You are using creative vision to lock into your dreams
- I am not procrastinating.
- I am using creative vision to lock into my dreams.
Repeated lines as you engage the ap:
The following lines scroll or run across the top of the screen at the beginning of each minute of the game:
- I see my vision for the future.
- I live my vision for the future.
- I am making my vision for the future.
- I am so happy and grateful now that I am achieving my vision for the future.
- I am achieving my vision.
The following lines roll as you “play” the remainder of the minute:
- I am my living my vision.
- I am locked into my vision.
Visually, after the initial quick instructions,
the user has an opportunity to pick the calming or soothing image set that will slide across the stream during each 1 minute set.
Meditative music accompanies the image with a steady and noticeable beat, which pulses through the phone.
The user attempts to match the beat by pressing his thumb lightly on the bottom right or left corner of the screen. The beat varies slightly to challenge the user, but is never frantic
each minute interval reveals a new set of pictures and a different meditative sound.
For the competitively driven user, one can opt to keep score or not to see how many beats he matches.
The user can opt to select a set of images related to his or her vision:
Examples: a particular sport, eg. soccer, an image of a winning goal flashes steadily
someone dreaming about real estate can select images of fabulous houses
a person struggling with a particular issue, e.g. smoking cessation, can select images that discourage smoking or encourage the healthier lifestyle associated with not smoking.
The AP cannot be played for more than 10 minutes, after which the images and sound freeze and the user sees the message: “Time to make it real”
The payment plan:
AP downloaded for free and played for a week
Payment is typical 1.00. Purchaser can select from menu of non-profits to support with his/her dollar. Purchaser can select to donate more to the cause as s/he sees fit, given the success of the product when it helps her achieve her dreams.
Earnings derived from the product will be divided as follows:
5% to Jeffrey Howell--idea developer
20% to AP designer
5 % to marketing
70% to Homeless not Hopeless, Inc, or big non-profit with largest member base on Facebook for quick market saturation as the default for all contributions. After initial 30 days of AP launch, other non-profits can select and promote the AP among their members and receive the 70% of AP payment.
Big potential push by promoting among non-profits with large numbers of membership.
Opening Page
Text:
“In life, you get what you look for.
The Vision Lock App trains your mind to lock into your vision
Playing this App tunes your mind and body to play the same song as your dreams”
Options:
Press * 1 Relax and focus your heart
Press * 2 Go for your dreams”
1 activates the standard form of the app
2 leads to a menu by which the player can select images appropriate to his/her aspiration
Second page for standard (free of charge) form of the app
Text:
“When you press play, music will begin, images will pass across your video screen and your device will vibrate at 15 beats per minute.
Focus your mind on the images, relax with the music and tap your thumb on the screen to the beat.
As you engage, slow down your heart to match your thumb. Let your creative mind tune into what will make you achieve your dreams.”
Payment page
* play free for 1 week
* play for 6 months for a dollar w/.75 going to a selected charity
* play for 6 months and engage in the “Vision Lock” referral incentive program for $1.50
Referral Incentive Program page
For $1.50
.25 goes to App developers
.75 goes to selected charity
.25 to person who referred you
.05 to each level of the referral chain until final .25 is split
Pay for the cost of the App with 6 referrals!
god sent me XLIV
"Are you ready to live apart with Me? In the world, yet apart with Me. Going forth with Me to rescue and save." Two Listeners
I'm going to buy another house
For a week end
I'll buy a house for my friends
And some beer
We'll drink Heinekens
And spend time till the End
And we'll never have a worry
Or a fear.
The snakes in the garden of our Eden.
The people in the street with their tears.
Our children love our new homes.
They're free!
While the men and women
live in the wooded prison
The prism surrounding our Paradise.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
god sent me XLIII
"I am with you to guide and help you. Leave your foolish fears and trust in Me."
On giving up my foolish fears
And loving all for all,
The one in me quakes
Shaking my bowels
Quivering my fingers
Drying out my mouth
Chapping my lips
Leaving my eyes dry
Vision blurred.
So I close my eyes
And speak
Recite to him my stories
The commandments come:
Watch,
Listen,
Feel,
Care,
Act.
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