Thursday, January 27, 2011
Miracle on Cape Cod
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Reading God 1
Grump and the Snow Day
that made them say, "WOW!"
"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
Thursday, January 20, 2011
god sent me XLIII
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
STAND seminar
Monday, January 17, 2011
god sent me xli
The finest breath
She ever took:
Puffing on a cigarette
Talking on the phone
Long distance
Always long distance
The reaching out to people
Not physically there
Not ghosts, not ciphers;
Digitized entities
1's and 0's, travelling across light
on fiber optic then across the air
A shorter distance from the tower to
The card in the phone to the hand
Shaking,
Sitting on the cold porch
In winter,
Inches from the Marlboro
Red
Smoking
Sunday, January 16, 2011
god sent me XL
Friday, January 14, 2011
god sent me xxxix
Brings a mind together
The plick and plock
The brick and block
Snapping, sorting
Sorting, snapping
Find, follow, play
Assemble, try, play
Make, cause to be
Apart, more cause for me.
god sent me xxxviii
Battle and guess
Pray and press
Pray and press
Shift unlock
Shift unlock
Then it pops
Then it pops
The puzzles
The puzzles
The puzzle of life
The puzzle of life
god sent me xxxvii
god sent me xxxv
Thursday, January 13, 2011
god sent me xxxiv
god sent me XXXiii
god sent me xxxii
god sent me XXXI
god sent me XXX
god sent me xxix
gsm xxix
Sister shadow self inverted
Brother shadow self friend
Lover shadow self mind
Ashes to Ashes
We all fall down
Christ's here, Christ's here
Rise again
Then we should be in awe
Every single day
gsm xxviii
Is a man-made maze?
Unfold yourself, oh Lord,
The Revelation is at hand.
The Quantum Code to be unlocked
Through hand-held devices
We already own
Only for good. Only for God.
Thank you Jesus
gsm xxvii
Every case is terminal
There's no easy way to go
One stop, no waiting
In the passing to and fro
gsm xxvi
There's nothing coming up
In the news of the day
So you'd better watch it just
To see who passed away
A shooting in the city
A steady tone of death
It keeps the news biz running
From the edge of every cliff
The hangers, the bangers,
The Indian Chiefs
Some fear of sufferings for
Everyone jonesing for the shift
From happiness to sadness
From lightness to the void
The shifts, the shift is on for
The light of the cosmoid
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
god sent me xxvii
god sent me XXVI
god sent me XXIV
god sent me XXII
god sent me XXI
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
god sent me XX
1. Be. Compassionate. Now.
Submit yourself to the higher power of caring together, being compassionate right in this moment. We all care. Now we must care together. This facebook page is not an act of slactivism. It's not another collection of narcissistic ramblings demonstrating our easy-answer of excessive consumer-driven self-love. It is a call to action.
2. Out of great suffering comes great achievement. Right now, I am reeling from the events in Arizona. Congressman Gabrielle Gifford should not suffer in vain, nor should the family and friends of the shooting victims. We must turn the anger into something good and Love the Bad Guy Out of Business.
3. The Trinity of Love ends with adding more people to share in the good. We must recruit like it's a part-time job. We must get as many of the 1/2 billion people on Facebook to sign on to the Power of Love campaign as possible. Set a goal for yourself of 10 people a day and stick with it.
4. Play. Play without electronics. This thing in front of you and all its cousins is partly to blame for our problems. What has been advertised as a great convergence, bringing us together with technology, has, in actuality, been dominated by things that cause anger and divisiveness, like so many late night Call of Duty soldiers.
Play 1/2 hour each day without electronics, with other people, with other children.
Play cooperatively or competitively in a cooperative spirit. Then, and only then, come on-line and post in concise form to share your passion for your play. Post on what you love and that love will compound.
5. Accentuate the positive; limit the negative. This is not Pollyanna. This is not Pangloss. We can not gloss over war and poverty, drugs and conflict. But we can focus on the positive and let the love of what's good--the power of love--overcome the love of power.
Hate exists, but we can't extinguish it by focusing on hatred because thoughts are things and thoughts become reality.
Post, post and inspire more posts for all the good that you do in the name of love.
6. Read 1/2 hour a day. Post your recommendations and what you learn.
One of the most positive and powerful organizations to come out on the web in the past 10 years was the HP Alliance. Harry Potter fans shared their love of those fabulous novels, and then went out and did good works in the name of Dumbledor's Army. Let's expand that spirit, spreading the power of love to millions of people via Facebook.
Lets spread the Power of Love until the story of America changes. The story will not be of strife but of sacrifice. The story will not be of cynicism but of hope. The story will not be of hate, but of Love.
From this point forward, we will live by the Power of Love.
Let the Power of Love campaign begin
PS. This should never be a forum for get-rich-quick or weight loss schemes. No schemes just Love.