His Love is Love Infinity / Abstract Art and Illogical Thought vs. the Chaos of Cancer / Flight Deck

“In each moment
Is Infinity.
For the Love you feel
Will always be,
Here and now –
A mirror
To each moment
To be.”

I cannot tell you who these Clowns are. Natalie and Jake would get very upset with me if I did.

I cannot tell you who these Clowns are. Natalie and Jake would get very upset with me if I did.

In the Blink of God’s Eye,
A chance encounter
May bring two people together,
Bringing them
Into the same space, the same time,
Bestowing Gifts unknown before,
Allowing us to rethink truths
We have ingrained in our minds,
In our hearts.

This encounter can become priceless.
It can produce moments
Of such deep reflection,
That we are changed,
Perhaps forever.

In the petting zoo we find new friends.

In our Petting Zoo we find new friends.

It can help us remember
Who we are,
And how much in Love
We have been –
With life, with love, with each other.
Such a moment can save us
From ourselves,
From the past,
From the future.

It can make you feel
Truly Loved.
It can bring you
Joy.

Close your eyes,
My friend,
So that you
May see
again.

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Look into the mirror Of time.

Look into the mirror
Of time,
To a moment when
You were not alone,
When your heart
Was beating in time
With another,
When together you were one,
Just one.

When you walked
Hand in hand,
You and your friend,
And time
Moved not within,
And you,
Not the world,
Would spin.

Call out their name,
Forgive the past with them.
Your memory is more
Than a mirror,
It is you.

AROUND SCHOOL 008-c #1 Long Before We Met

Deep within the recesses of a cloud formation may lie the abstract design that is a key to unlocking the chaotic behavior of cancer. Is the answer blowing in the wind?

Each moment
Is Eternal,
Time standing still.
It is you, breathless waiting
In morning sun,
Always near to each moment
You were in Love.

Love can never be measured
By the hours in a day.
Filtered like the evening sun
Passing through the falling leaves,
The precious flow of our tears
Measures all the joy,
Cascading down to
The Soil of our Soul,
To renew our Hope,
Restore our Faith,
Much like the rain.

The Love we seek
Is reflect in Time.
Open your eyes
To the illusion
Of Life in living.
Close them again
And Love in remembering.

Chicks

The Fort Worth Stock Show was fun.

Looking back we forward see.
God’s Love is now,
And forever to be,

The Ever Ebbing Tide
Of a deepening, endless sea.

In each moment
The Love of God
Will always be,
Here and now,
The Mirror
Of each moment to be.
His Love is Love
Infinity.

He wants you alive
With Love again,
And in Love with Life.

Mary Alice is artful in her abstract thinking.

Mary Alice is artful in her abstract thinking. And so is her gifted Mother.

Travis poses with one of our counselors.

Travis poses with Lexi, one of our counselors.

My friend, Travis, age eleven, is deeply concerned for others.
He is committed to finding a cure for cancer.

“How many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
How many deaths will it take till he knows

That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind

The answer is blowing in the wind.”
                                      – Bob Dylan

Abstract Art and Illogical Thought
vs. the Chaos of Cancer
by Travis Carter Allen
And William C. Anderson

Deep within the recesses of a Modern Art Museum, or art disguised as graffiti or some cloud formation or an outrageously disjointed thought may lie the abstract design, pattern or startling idea that is a key to insert into the lock of our antiquated, linear thinking. And we wait to hear the magical click which will open to find a universal cure for cancer.

Now I'm scared!

Now I’m scared!

We are waging war with cancer in conventional ways and directly. But we combat a life competitive force with an arsenal of disadvantages. We are facing an opponent that functions in an incomprehensible manner, because its structure and its life is chaotic. And it is becoming more and more obvious that we cannot win this battle within the confinements and limitations of the structured thought processes we have become habituated to. Such linearized thinking has not produced desired results. We are loosing the war while winning few battles on highly selective fronts. What is needed is a general, “theory of everything”, relative to combating the highly chaotic behavior of other predatory living organisms. read more

Jack and Kylee bask in the sun and the sand.

Jack and Kylee bask in the sun and the sand.

Perhaps, it behooves us to stop thinking so much, since our thought processes are prejudiced by artificial, man made environmental structures (not found in nature) such as straight lines and ninety degree angles. Perhaps we should intuit, with our hearts and other-worldly wisdom (relating to an imaginary or spiritual world) about something that is so chaotic in its behavior that it is incomprehensible to the thinking human organism, which functions within such limited and habitual structural constraints. Our predisposition to the linearity of environmentally induced per-programed mental processing has eluded us from thoughtful non-linearized reflection and discourse. And this has resulted in little real progress. It has become obvious that we cannot win this battle against cancer in this way.

040Friends, if we are going to act with any significant measurable success we must stop thinking as logical beings and think illogically (chaotically) or stop thinking with our intermediate repository of memory engrams (the brain) and engage more long term memory storage, using intuition and other dimensions of memory, such as the heart. The heart always remembers what has been emoted as love and fear and harm, much longer and with more impact-fulness than is possible with the human brain. Thank God we sometimes forget. But the human heart remembers.

Perhaps we should utilize the abundance of neglected historical records, including those handed down verbally through generations of Spiritually guided indigenous people, native citizens, in which we find advantages gained through the elements of simple faith, subjectivity and creativity. These records are replete with example and truly abundant but are becoming endangered. They include elements of the rather haphazard manipulation (dependent upon or characterized by mere chance) of factors related to the relativity of reality and the mis-utilization of time factors (creating advantages of time, eliminating obsolete territorial primacy, deployment of reinforcement resources (you can call them troops), chaotic cellular research, non-linear thought processes and so forth.

The Stock Show was very informative.

The Stock Show was very informative.

We should also, however, plan for the intelligent (as best as we can define intelligence) and well established elements of retreat (recognizing where we have been in fruitless endeavor), regrouping (placing hitherto unknown and unrelated social factions together), creative counter measures, etc.

We are dealing with a life-force apparently MORE intelligent, when it comes to fundamental survival, than we are and much more willing to sacrifice, do whatever is necessary, in order to continue existence.

This chaotic life force, cancer, is also a primary and elemental force in evolution, and therefore, must be respected and not totally eliminated. A good example of non-linear, non-logical and irrational thought provided to combat the devastating disease(s) of cancer lies in research using a modified HIV virus – yes, the virus that causes AIDS – to fight cancer. In one case a little girl named Emma is now in remission from leukemia as a result of the so-far successful treatment. Completely eliminating life threatening entities removes future potential and vital tools in our arsenal to combat other disorders and disease. read more

We are also dealing with a fundamental deficiency of appreciation for illogicality. It is our considered opinion that we need to recruit and employ unusual savants and similar resources, individuals with remarkable photographic memory characteristics, to be “at elbow” in assisting others involved in creative discourse such as “brainstorming” forbidding judgmental and negative elements. Their particular gifts, which are beyond our comprehension, can be employed by priming them with preparatory pure data/information streams coupled with relevant and, in particular, non-relevant, seemingly irrelevant and unrelated factoids and rivulets of thought. These could be streamed in illogical and irrational methods, as allied discordant rationals and highly subjective and unrelated data streams set to collide with unexpected results. At this point, large capacity high speed computers be employed to harvest, combine or join in unusual patterns and analyze particles of result (unexpected conclusions).

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We enjoyed many educational exhibits.

These seemingly irrelevant bits of information/data could also then be subjectively (without expected end results) and abstractly analyzed and assessed by intuitive savants, and others known for irrational/illogical thinking, to harvest conclusions that have, thus far, eluded researchers in the field.

We utilize instruments such as the Hadron Collider to stream particles toward each other to harvest the unexpected and unknown by-products. Ideas could be subjected to similar manipulation. Somehow, courageously colliding ideas may generate small, but significant, by-products.

What if we took the same financial resources expended on this large collider to finance placing the most outrageous, obnoxious, irreverent and illogical thinking human beings together, so could have their ideas collide and coalesce. We could harvest the by-products to our advantage, if we can recognize possible positive results with our linearly oriented minds.

Perhaps, the laws of sub-atomic particle physics, which are totally different than those operating above that level, can open up new avenues to wander aimlessly down and without the linear destruction that accompanies normal thought processes.

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For Friday Jan. 30, 2015

We will meet at 9:30 a.m. at Half-Price Books, located at 475 Sherry Lane, north of Ridgmar Mall –Telephone: 817-732-4111.

At approximately 11:00 a.m. we will travel to La Madeleine Country French Café to enjoy lunch.

Following lunch, we will caravan to Flight Deck located a half mile west of Ridgmar Mall, at the Cherry Lane exit off I-30, at 7751 Scott St. in Fort Worth, 817-246-2710 to enjoy jumping and acting, otherwise, a little abnormal.

PICK UP will be at FLIGHT DECK at 3:15 p.m.

“Real education should educate us out of self
into something far finer –
into selflessness,
which links us with all humanity”
– Nancy Astor

DESTINATION: FLIGHT DECK is where FUN and fitness take flight! It integrates rebounding (trampoline jumping) along with strength and flexibility training. Reconnect with your inner child. Flight Deck features a mix of aerobics, core strengthening, coordination & flexibility exercises. YOU WILL NEED WRITTEN PERMISSION FROM YOUR PARENTS (contact Flight Deck for instructions)

Emergency Tele. 682-777-1908

If you arrive late, we shall have departed with your child(ren) and will return to school.
Please call if you will be late.

Students are NOT to leave the bookstore, restaurant or take flight
from the flight deck without the approval of Dr. A. He is well known for melodramatic swoons
and fainting spells if you are missing and it is a little much for Mrs. A.

FINANCIAL: The cost for Flight Deck is approximately $12.00 for our one hour & 45 min. – please pay Dr. A. And please provide funds for a good book and for lunch. Refreshments: Yes!

Uniform pants with a belt & red monogrammed school shirts are required.
PARENTS / FRIENDS / NEIGHBORS, are always invited to participate on our trips.

IMPORTANT DATES:
Feb. 1 Tuition Deposit Due for 2015-16
Feb. 16 (Monday) President’s Day Holiday
Mar. 9-13 Spring Break Holidays
April 3 & 6 (Fri. & Mon.) Easter Holidays
April 28 Scarborough Renaissance Festival (Drama Competition is “Twelfth Night”)
May 4 & 5 (Mon. & Tues.) Anderson School Theatrical Production “Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare” at Stage West
Please see William’s Weblog at andersonschool.net for trip details (posted each Wed. at 6:00 p.m.)

Emergency Telephone Number: 682-777-1908

A . n . d . e . r . s . o . n

Where precocious children are nurtured and appreciated

 

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Flowers Watered With Tears / Morning With Shakespeare / Afternoon at Flight Deck

“Feed your faith
and doubt
will starve to death.”

Yes, that's me on the swing I loved at South Elementary (the school was gone but the swing still there).

Yes, that’s me on the swing I loved at South Elementary (the school was gone by 1984, but the swing and the joyful memories remain). This is where I learned that joy is the most important thing that happens in school, and in life.

 “It is very easy to think about Love.
It is very difficult to Love.
It is very easy to Love the whole world.
The real difficulty is to Love
A single human being.”
– Osho

I seem to be in tears lately, as I share with you the stories of my life. Well, here I am again. I am having to dry my eyes to see the computer screen. But I have a large box of tissues and a back up box. So, perhaps, I can finish this tragedy. It may lead you to understand why LeVonna and I detest and abhor alcohol and the deceptively alluring commercials that alter the truth to paint a misleading rosie picture about this highly addictive and horribly destructive bacterial excrement.

Many years ago I fell in love. It was with a truly beautiful heart that belonged to a substitute teacher. Her name was Nona Baggett. And I am sad that I have no photograph of her.

Unbelievably, the school superintendent would not employ her full-time, I later learned, because she was not mean spirited enough. She was not “tough” enough. She did not thrash the students with her tongue or beat them with a board the way so many others did. In this High School, a harsh and demeaning manner was considered imperative and normal. Everyone just tried to survive.

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We always enjoy having the Yorkies spend the day with us.

It was my guess, from observing, that no one around really ever read the New Testament of Jesus Christ. But Nona Baggett did. And she lived according to its beautiful teachings. Her life became such a marvelous example for me and so many others.

The fragrance of her being, the essence her existence, was far more influential in my life, than I can convey to you in mere words. She made me want to be a good person. With her by my side, I fell in love with life. And, she shared with me that there was much about life to love.

Essentially, what I remember from being in the secondary school classes was this: kids were perpetually and constantly being disciplined. Very few were the moments that were inspiring and truly educational. The Wiktionary defines very few as – almost none. It is accurate.

The horrendous situation I found myself in reminds me of what one of our remarkably bright students told Mr. A, when asked what he thought about the school he came from (another public school). He was only five or six at the time. He looked into LeVonna’s eyes, and with a depth of sincerity very sadly said, “Oh, I like learning, but we don’t get to do much of that.” Yes, we enrolled this fine young man.

Back to my story – what I fondly remember about this remarkable substitute teacher was that she was always, and I do mean always, kind and compassionate. Her soft voice still echoes in my thoughts. Her loving manner, I feel to this day. Her example, I try to live by.

Some of the other kids, at the end class, would boast and coldly remark things like, “We ate her lunch. She did not know what hit her!” There were many unkind statements like that. But she never lost focus, never lost control of her demeanor, and left at the end of each day letting those “rascals” know that she really cared for them and loved each one of them. She was – remarkable.

Finis and Gladys loved living on the lake.

Finis and Gladys loved living on the lake.

But I had no idea just how remarkable she really was. It took several years to discover the depth of sorrow carved into her heart. It was so deep, that she came to treat every child, including me, as if he was one of her own. Her beautiful life, and the unconditional love she felt for all those around her, led me to a remarkable insight, a simple truth –

                        “The deeper sorrow is carved into your heart,
                                        the more Love it can contain.”

And her sorrow was almost infinite. Her love lives to this day. And now I must stop for awhile. You understand.

After falling in love with her, I would ride to see her on my bicycle, a distance of about ten miles to her farm in the country. By the time I got there, this skinny little guy was worn completely out. (Thank God my kind Mother would drive out to pick up me and my bike.) But there was always a great and abiding reward at the end of this long journey, the warmest smile and the biggest hug you can imagine. I always felt like I was coming home. And so did my Mother.

Many years later, my Mother would come to tell me that I reminded Nona of her son, her only child. And now that I look back, I can see me in her very loving and very lonely eyes. I gaze into the mirror of time and see what I meant to her and now, what she means to me.

Lonely rivers flow not just to the sea,
they flow to hearts in need.

I was so infatuated with the cute little guinea hens she showed me on her farm, that I slipped a few eggs into my pocket, hoping that they would later hatch. Of course, this little city boy had no idea what was required for those eggs to hatch.

We are so proud of Kevin  Grubbs who received his Master of Arts degree in History from The University of Southern Mississippi.

We are so proud of Kevin Grubbs, who received his Master of Arts degree in History from The University of Southern Mississippi. It was great to see you again!

Today, I always seem to have a few of these beautiful creations in my life. We had three gorgeous white guineas that roamed around the campus for several years, protected by my precious canine friend, Kirby. You can see them in a photo I took and placed at andersonschool.net/ About Us/History page. Today, thanks to my friends Rylee, Kylee and their wonderful Mom, Kayla, and our kind next door neighbor, Bob, we have two turkeys and two guineas in our petting zoo. I love them very much. Thank you!

I especially treasure them today, I believe, because of what happened when my Mother drove me back to Nona’s farm to return the precious treasure of absconded eggs. After all, I did take them without asking. I expected to be scolded and given a proper lecture about taking them, when they were not given to me. I just knew the yoke was about to be on me!

But to know this precious Lady, Nona, was to be given a glimpse into very heart of Heaven. She was, in my humble and grateful opinion, an Angel. She softly patted me on the back of my hand and told me to keep the eggs and then placed them, very gently, and with words so tender, one by one, back into my pockets since, as she said, they meant so  much to me. And then she handed little “Skippy” even more eggs to keep. And I found out, in a kind and loving manner, what was necessary for them to hatch. Importantly, I learned that if you want to correct a behavior, let that someone know that you love them. Tell them in different ways. Their behavior will change out of love for you. And the lessons learned will be profound.

Little Lexi is out of control spoiled by Riley, Diana, Travis and Carter, not to mention Mrs. A

Little Lexi is out of control spoiled by Riley, Diana, Travis & Carter, not to mention Mrs. A. and many others.

You know, God sends his Love to us through such people. I know this, because it has happened so many times, especially in times of deep need. Yes, the Love of God is real. I feel that it is the only thing that is real. I can feel this special Love reach through time, from the loving, gently heart of this truly good Lady. I feel it today. It is stronger today than when I was a child. It is much stronger. In fact, I truly feel that her precious Spirit lives deeply imbedded within my heart. For I, too, became her child. Oh, what a warm and wonderful feeling.

Love seems to be that way. It ripens like fruit in the sun. Like a flower opens in the wind, spreading it’s fragrance all around, making us remember, making us smile. It keeps regret and sorrow and pain so very, very far away. It heals our wounds.

I remember the day I first met Nona. She was substituting for a ninth grade physical science teacher, who had the good judgement to take sick leave as soon as a day became available. I became inured to the horrible conditions I found myself in while enrolled in this pathetic school, if you could call it a school. My Mother had no real choice but to keep me enrolled in the public schools of this unnamed school district, that needed a warning label and was situated in west Texas.

I visited the neglected memorial for a precious third grade teacher, Lillie Hazle. This school district never bothered to replace the tree after it died.

I visited this neglected memorial on the lawn of the long gone old South Elementary School. It was for a precious third grade teacher I remember, Lillie Hazle. This school district never  replaced the tree after it died. Mrs. Hazle will always remain in my heart. (photo: 1984)

This community had become truly intoxicated and addicted to sports. This intoxication was coupled with one for alcohol. They won, as I recall, five state championships in a ten year period. And violence was the order of the day. It was not only tolerated, it was promoted under the guise that, “It toughens them up for the team!”

I, not so fondly, remember walking home, day after dreaded day, and passing by from three to five fist fights. From time to time, I actually fought my way home. No teacher ever stopped a fight at school. They just waited until someone hit the ground, then shouted to get back to class or hit the showers.

Oh my God! There were always so many black eyes that I got a feeling I was attending the Texas school for the half-blind.

There was one benefit. Later, when I became a public school Principal (God has a sense of humor), I utilized the knowledge gained. But, during the period from grade seven to when I decided I had enough, it was not what anyone would call an academic experience. It proved to be a tragic loss of precious time on this Earth. And for what?

Over this time I became possessed of a strong stomach and a hard head, inured to hardship, cruelty, and brutality. I found, as I came to manhood, that I unconsciously protected myself from the pain. But more importantly, I truly treasured anyone with a good heart. And God, in His Mercy, provided what I needed to survive.

And yes, I was a youngster not afraid to pray. I especially prayed for those who were so violent and in need of forgiveness. I can even remember praying for some them while I had them on the ground. I gained some of my best friends this way. The larger ones, and there were some BIG guys, seemed to be impressed and later wanted to spend time with me. Many of them came to accept my love. My concern for them brought me close to those in need. The others remained mentally, socially or morally ill. Many of them died young and very lonely. They are still in my prayers.

The story I wish to share with you, of Nona and John Baggett, remains among the most tragic I have ever encountered. Their son, Andrew Cole, had served, and heroically, three of four years in the U.S. Navy.
As cited from the local newspaper at the time:
—   —   —   —   —
Andrew was the son of J. A. and Nona Baggett – Tx EM3 US Navy –
Born in Stephens County, Texas and died in Stephens County.

He was eager to have his picture made for those he loved before he left for his fourth year in the U. S. Navy. Monday afternoon, Andrew Cole Baggett, 21, walked into the Ramsey Studio and Frank Homme completed the photographic assignment. The navy youth left and Homme yelled, “Good luck.” Baggett replied, “I’ll need it.!”

The next day, the war veteran’s loved ones called Homme to make pictures again. Homme made them as Andrew Cole Baggett lay in the casket at the Satterwhite Funeral home, less than 24 hours after that first studio appointment. He died after his body was thrown clear of the car he was driving on the Cisco highway, a few miles south of Breckenridge.
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Now, I need to add something. Andrew turned his vehicle over, several times, trying to negotiate the turn onto the driveway of his home. He died at the entrance to the house where his parents lived. What a horrendous discovery to make as you exit your home. And yes, he was intoxicated.

Mrs. A with Finis and Gladys Williams

Mrs. A with Finis and Gladys Williams (1982)

Many years ago, long after this tragedy, I had a dear friend and a man, who in many ways, took the place of the Father I never saw. His name was Finis Williams, and there was absolutely nothing he would not do for my Mother or for me or anyone else in need. I found him frequently repairing our plumbing or doing electrical work, or whatever was needed. And he would never accept pay.

Finis told me, privately and in tears, that Andrew was drinking at some event on the day he died and that he, Finis, tried, very hard, to let him drive Andrew home, since he was obviously drunk. But Andrew refused. And now, Finis is tearfully devastated by the loss of such a wonderful young man. Finis said, with the saddest look I have seen, “I should have taken his keys away. Just look at what has happened to his parents”.

Finis and your's truly

Finis and Yours Truly. (1984)

It was then that I recalled that every time I visited Nona’s home, her husband sat quietly, absolutely quiet, in a chair and never spoke a word. He never greeted me or said anything. Later, Nona explained that he never recovered from the loss of their son. And I found out that, until his death, he was in a near comatose state. The death of his only child, his treasured son, was the death of his desire to live.

Perhaps, in sharing this story, you can take steps to spare someone’s precious child, and a beloved family, from such a tragedy. If so, Andrew’s untimely death may not have been in vain.

Finis took me fishing, and boating and camping dozens of times over the years. He taught me how to water ski, camp out, cook, skin a fish, brag about the catch, tell tall tales (hey, it’s west Texas), and, how to be compassionate. Many times he would take out the catch, gut and clean the fish and then drive to someone’s home who was struggling to earn a living, usually a black family. There he would give that family all the fish we caught that day. And they were truly grateful.

Finis was our “Milk Man”. He delivered the milk in one quart glass jugs to the doorsteps of many people. And one day, he brought milk to our doorstep. My Mother invited him in, and while visiting, he noticed that I returned from a “fishing trip” to the Gonzales creek. I was about eight years of age, at the time.

Finish asked me about my catch. And I explained that I did not catch anything. He then, and with tender words and actions, asked me to examine my fishing “gear”. He noted that I was fishing with a sewing needle and explained that I really needed a fishing “hook” with barbs on it, to hold onto the fish once it took the bate. He asked me about my bate and I confessed that I tried using grasshoppers, but they slipped off the needle. I needed a lot of help. Hey, I still do.

Portrait of an Angel, Finis Williams

Portrait of an Angel on this earth, Finis Williams

Finis smiled broadly, chuckled, and looked at my Mother and exclaimed, “Well, I finally met a REAL fisherman, someone who loves fishing so much that he would risk his life to fish from the slippery and dangerous banks of the Gonzales creek, without fishing pole (I had a long stick), thread for line, just some old grasshoppers for bait and no fishing hooks, just a needle (he carefully examined my gear). Yes, young man! You are just the fishing partner I have been looking for. Would you like to join me one day?

Well, I was quite excited. You can just imagine. And the next weekend Finis shows up with gifts: a new tackle box FULL of fishing lures, a bucket of live bait and a brand new fishing pole, yes, a real fishing pole. And off we go, with a real boat in tow to a real lake. And we caught twenty three perch, and yes, we cleaned them and took them to a family in need. The families we helped in this manner were always truly grateful. I recall many tearful moments.

A couple of years later, I learned that Finis was fired from his job as the local milk man. I remembered, while on the playground of South Elementary School, that Finis would frequently drive his milk truck to the playground, located in the back of school, and hand out small cartons of milk to the kids, those left over that did not sell. Well, he was fired for giving the milk away, rather than putting it all in a dumpster. The owner of the company ordered the product thrown away rather than give anyone anything. The highway to Hades may also be paved with, uh, milk.

I cannot tell you how proud I was of my fishing buddy and friend, Finis Williams. I cannot wrap a sentence around the word “Love” with enough emotion to share my feelings and my deep, abiding regard for such a loving man. Here was someone who knew what life was all about and knew how to live it.

Later, the notorious junior high school I attended would employ Finis as one of the custodians. And I was so joyful knowing that my dear friend and fishing buddy was always nearby. We planned many a fishing trip from behind the trash cans and shared many slightly exaggerated stories of fish that grew in length by the minute. Truth, to someone in love with fishing, can become a highly subjective thing.

Hey, if you don’t think God loves you, just look around. He is disguised in many faces and gazes through many eyes. He is right around the next corner. He is always standing near you. He is always in your face.

I need another box of tissue.

People ask me, “Why do you spend so much time writing a weblog?” Well, it is therapeutic. But, if I can help just one other precious soul with this information, I am truly happy. And I hope I help you.

Please know that there is a horrendous and unfathomable price to pay when you consume the bacterial excrement, alcohol. But, importantly, there is ALWAYS a far greater cost than your suffering and death, O self-centered one. It is the collateral damage done to those who love you. The parents of Andrew Cole Baggett literally stopped living when their only son died. Their reason for living was gone. The hope, the love, the passion for life – all extinguished by liquid from a can.

I remember visiting their home on many occasions. And I was always deeply impressed when looking into a small classroom on the property. It was constructed to provide for the only child of this couple and a few others, much like this school. I thought it strange that it was never touched, only cleaned. Nothing was ever moved from the place it was found on the last day Andrew attended school. It was, in retrospect, a memorial for the dearly loved, and only son, of John and Nona Baggett.

Instead of being able to honor this fine young man, the courageous hero that Andrew became in the United States Navy, his body was buried along with the hearts of his parents, in a deep hole in the Gunsight Cemetery. The flowers that grow there are watered by tears. And in all that time, over so very many years, I still cry for this precious family.

The next time you lift a glass or a can filled with so much regret, so much unbearable pain, so much loss of life and precious love, say a prayer for the now nameless millions who have gone before you and left behind a landscape that resembles nothing but misery and death. Please remember that as you wander further and further down into this valley of the shadow of death, you are taking your loved ones with you. Alcoholism is not singular disease. It is always accompanied by other victims. It is a social disorder on a magnitude and scale that defies definition. It envelopes and destroys entire families, your other loved ones and friends, and frequently, many others that were simply going down the highway at the same time. Each year the number is in the millions. But the numbers do not matter as much as you do. They are insignificant to those who love you, if you drown in the sea of apathy and alcohol.

The consumption of alcohol frequently leads to a portrait drawn of the loneliest place on earth, a graveyard. And the flowers, yes, those flowers, are not what they seem. They are watered by the tears of the deeply loved and lost. They never blossom in the warm sunlight of tomorrow. They died. Their lives were stolen, along with all the precious dreams.

Andrew Cole Baggett

For our trip on Friday, Jan. 16, 2015

We will meet at 8:30 a.m. at school to work on our Shakespeare production with Director, George Rodriguez.

Following lunch we will caravan to the Food Court in the Ridgmar Mall for lunch and then enjoy the new movie Unbroken,Buy Movie Tickets for Unbroken based upon the N.Y. Times best seller book.

The younger children will view Paddington, Rated PG at 11:45 a.m. running 1 hour and 35 minutes.Paddington showtimes and tickets

Start time for Unbroken:
12:30 p.m.
Runtime for Unbroken:
137 min
MPAA Rating for Unbroken:
PG-13 for Brief Language, War Violence, Intense Sequences of Brutality.
Synopsis of Unbroken:
During World War II, Olympian and war hero Louis Zamperini (Jack O’Connell) survives for 47 days at sea in a raft, only to be captured by the Japanese navy and sent to a prisoner-of-war camp.
Genre for Unbroken:
Biography, War, Historical drama
IMPORTANT DATES:
Jan. 19 (Monday) Dr. Martin L. King Holiday
Jan. 23 Fort Worth Stock Show
Feb. 16 (Monday) President’s Day Holiday
Mar. 9-13 Spring Break Holidays
April 3 & 6 (Fri. & Mon.) Easter Holidays
April 28 Scarborough Renaissance Festival
(Drama Competition is “Twelfth Night”)
May 4 & 5 (Mon. & Tuesday) Dress Rehearsal and Performance of Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night at Stage West Theater

If Loving You Was Easy / Energy Drinks / Antique Mall / FLIGHT DECK

If Loving You Was Easy
                             – by Wm. C. Anderson

You will never love someone,
As much as God loves you.
It is the only thing that is real.
And this Everlasting Love is just for you.

If loving you was easy,
God would not love you at all.
When someone truly loves you,
They catch you when you fall.

In this life He Loves us all.
So as you seek
shelter from the storm,

From your fear He will set you free,
His heart will keep you warm.

Close your eyes
So that you may see.
Open your heart,
That you may fully be.

Do not wait
To see the Light
Until the day you die.
The day is near to night.

The Dangers of Energy Drinks

From staff writer Angela E. Rodriguez of the Coyote Chronicle of California State University and others, we find a study released last week by researchers that indicates your kids could be at risk.

The study, headed by Dr. Steven Lipshultz, dean of child safety at University of Miami’s Miller School of Medicine, concluded there is no “therapeutic value” in energy drinks. While the popular drinks advertise benefits ranging from re-energizing athletes to increasing stamina, Lipshultz said it’s quite possible the drinks actually have the opposite effect.

According to researchers, teeth begin to suffer irreversible damage from

Rylee and her science project.

Rylee and her science project.

energy drinks after just 5 consecutive days of consumption. With an estimated 30% to 50% of United States youth calling energy drinks their beverage of choice, educating this patient population about the beverages’ long-term consequences is important.

“Patients are shocked to learn that these drinks are essentially bathing their teeth in acid,” says Poonam Jain, BDS, MS, lead author of the study.

Is Natalie skating or break dancing?

Is Natalie skating or break dancing?

Energy drink companies are not required to put the amount of citric acid on the products’ labels, therefore consumers will never know the damage that they are causing their teeth. – See more

Even worse, Lipshultz said the sugar, caffeine and other ingredients in the drinks aren’t regulated by the Food and Drug Administration—which classifies them as dietary supplements—and may be dangerous in combination with alcohol and for kids with ADHD, heart conditions and diabetes.

According to healthmad.com, associate professor in the School of

Diana is learning to skate.

Diana is learning to skate.

Dental Medicine at Southern Illinois University, Poonan Jain, argues that energy drink consumption not only depletes tooth enamel but also leads to loss of bone mass and kidney stones. – See more

Consumers who are drinking these products are susceptible to damaging their tooth enamel and can develop other long term effects such as acid reflux and high sugar levels, which can lead to diabetes.
Travis is learning too.

Travis is learning too.

Several countries have ordered complete or partial bans of energy drinks or required warning labels on cans after several deaths that appeared to be related to energy drinks in the past few years. Denmark , Turkey and Uruguay have banned all energy drinks, Germany has banned 11 of 16 brands and Australia has banned 5 energy drink makers.

“Other countries are studying energy drinks and many are banning or heavily regulating the products,” Lipshultz said. “At some point, you have to wonder why that is happening.”

A Better Choice

What are some alternatives to energy drinks? Recently, many companies have created drinks similar to energy drinks, they provide the energy and are actually healthy to consume.

Is that Alden with a WHOLE (burp) PIE?

Is that Alden with a WHOLE (burp) PIE? Hey, I’m just asking.

One drink that has become extremely popular is called Purple. This drink has seven antioxidants including, Acai, Black Cherry, Pomegranate, Black Currant, Purple Plum, Cranberry, and Blueberry. All of these antioxidants working together create something called the Cascade Effect. Purple also has no added chemicals or sugar. Purple is much healthier compared to the mainstream energy drinks.

Of the health drinks available, this one is known for taste. GNC stores carry Purple.

Mason, we need to talk.

Mason, we need to talk.

Another Alternative to Energy Drinks

POM Wonderful is another alternative to energy drinks, This is a privately owned company and manufactures their own brand of pomegranate juice, This particular brand bills its self as one of the most powerful natural antioxidants. It is sold in most major grocery and health food stores or you can find how to get it on line at http://www.pomwonderful.com

For Friday October 10, 2014

By Popular DEMAND & threats & other persuasive strategies:

We will meet at 10:00 a.m. at Montgomery Street Antique Mall (Conveniently located at the corner of Montgomery Street and Interstate 30).TRAVIS

Following lunch at the Secret Garden Restaurant inside the Mall, we will caravan to Flight Deck – located a half mile west of Ridgmar Mall, at the Cherry Lane exit off I-30, at 7751 Scott St. in Fort Worth, (817) 246-2710, to enjoy jumping and acting a little abnormal. We will arrive at 12:30 p.m. and jump from 12:45 p.m. to 2:30 p.m. PICK UP will be at FLIGHT DECK at 2:30 p.m.

“Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.”

– 1 Corinthians 13

DESTINATIONS for Friday:

The two Noahs meet Natalaie

Natalie, I am Noah and this is Noah.

MONTGOMERY STREET ANTIQUE MALL More than 200 dealers showcase their wares in individual spaces at the Antique Mall with a wide selection of antiques including antique books, really old magazines, kitchenware, handmade quilts and Depression-era glass pieces. It is filled with relics from our past – toys, furniture and décor, collectibles, furniture, jewelry, clocks, brass, glass. Mrs. A found Dr. A at this location and he was deeply discounted. This is the largest antique mall in Fort Worth. The complex offers 240 booths filled with quality merchandise. “It’s like a step back in time”.

A great time was had by all!

A great time was had by all!

FLIGHT DECK is where FUN and fitness take flight! It integrates rebounding (trampoline jumping) along with strength and flexibility training. Reconnect with your inner child. Flight Deck features a mix of aerobics, core strengthening, coordination & flexibility exercises.

YOU WILL NEED WRITTEN PERMISSION FROM YOUR PARENTS (contact Flight Deck for instructions on the web at FDTP.com

                             Emergency Tele. 682-777-1908

If you arrive late, we shall have departed with your child(ren) and will return to school. Please call if you will be late. No electronic devices (games, etc.) are permitted on trips other than telephones.the group

Students are NOT to leave the antique mall, restaurant or take flight
from the flight deck without the approval of Dr. A. He is well known for melodramatic swoons and fake fainting spells if you are missing, and it becomes a little much for Mrs. A.

Everything is healthy. Even the cookie. Isn't that right?

Everything is healthy. Even the cookie. Isn’t that right?

FINANCIAL: The cost for Flight Deck is $12.00 for one hour AND forty five minutes – please pay Dr. A. This is a group (party) rate. And please provide funds for lunch.

Uniform pants with a belt & red monogrammed school shirts are required.

PARENTS / FRIENDS / NEIGHBORS, are always invited to participate on our trips.

IMPORTANT DATES:group 2

Oct 13 (Mon.) Columbus Day Holiday – NEXT MONDAY!
Oct. 17 Modern Art Museum
Oct. 24 Fossilmania sale show – in Glen Rose
Oct. 31 Ripley’s Believe It or Not / Palace of Wax
Nov. 7 DFW New Auto Show in Fort Worth
Nov. 14 Civil War Museum
Nov. 24-28 (Monday – Friday) Thanksgiving / Fall Break
Dec. 3-5 (Wed.-Fri.) Texas A.G.T. Conference (NO school)
Dec. 19 Last Day of Fall Semester

We miss you already.

We miss you already.

 

 

 

Our Collective Conscience / Flight Deck & Bookstore

Kirby is so . . . American!

Kirby is so . . . relaxed!

It is a startling revelation to suddenly discover a great truth emanating from a simplistic experiment. Allow me to share it with you.

Take a very large jar, fill it with beans, and ask as many people as you can to guess how many beans are in it. This is simple, but great truths are simple.

Write down the number each person comes up with and keep averaging the total (Total number of beans divided by the number of people making a guess).

You will discover a unique phenomenon occurring. After you carefully count the beans, telling NO ONE the total, you will see that as more and more people make guesses, the average number gets closer and closer to the exact total number of beans in the jar. And if enough people submit a guess, the exact number you count will also be the average number of everyone. Strange, isn’t it?

How is it possible that a large group of people could know, as a group, the exact number of beans, and without counting them? Think carefully about it! What you are giving careful consideration to is called, “The Collective Conscience”. And you can especially appreciate this title, due to the very counter intuitive nature of this simplistic experiment.

Ian is ready for our annual Chess Match.

Ian is ready for our annual Chess Tournament.

And now we can better understand the genius of our forefathers, who knew instinctively in their hearts, that democracy works. General mathematics, together with other phenomena including studies in such diverse fields as Ethics, genetics, Theology, Biology and statistics, consistently validate our belief in ourselves and in the beautiful, insightful, and I would say, Spiritual, design of our American Constitution. I truly believe, as do many others, that it was Divinely inspired. It was a direct result of a strong belief by the framers of the Constitution in, “Our Collective Conscience”.

There is so much beauty in the precious gift of our beloved Nation. And that gift came at a very, very high price in suffering and death. We owe our men and women in uniform, past and present, more than we can ever pay.

So please, let’s follow the beautiful example set by my friend and student, Alden, and extend a hand in gratitude to thank all those in uniform who serve to defend what we proudly proclaim is our liberty. To honor them is to honor Truth. And the Truth shall keep us free.

Am I not cute? Say yes or it's off with your arm!

Am I not cute? Say yes, or it’s off with your arm!

When “We the people” put enough of our minds, and especially our hearts, together in making decisions and charting a path to follow, the results point us in a positive and inexplicably inspired direction. Our collective conscience leads us, both individually and as a group, toward truth, and I believe, toward enlightenment and the presence of God.

The fact that you and I crossed paths and have connected at this moment, may have a deep meaning and a significant purpose. You have arrived here and are reading these humble lines, and are being presented with an opportunity to explore, with your mind and with your heart, extremely empowering and vital information regarding life. A powerful and transformational insight can, should you allow it, prove to be something you have been looking for. When we look back at this life, this day, we are all searching in our minds for proof that a higher conscience exists. And what a glorious and indescribably beautiful discovery it is to know that it does, and that through the collective conscience of all others, we are truly loved.

Michael drives. Cole is the back seat driver.

Michael drives. Cole is the back seat driver.

For your consideration, I want you to know that you already possess everything required to experience abundance (not material), real happiness and freedom for yourself. If you become aware of the collective conscience of all mankind, it can become an exhilarating and truly liberating experience.

It is a refreshing vindication of the wisdom of the masses.

Other examples for human collectives are arguably political decision making processes.

The “wisdom of crowds” points directly to a belief in us and, importantly, in GOD.

The key to being, doing and having more in life is as simple as being aware and learning to choose “consciously.” Each of us, as an individual being, are an integral, yet individual part, of a Universal Consciousness, which is THE source of all that is, was or ever will be. The heartbeat of humanity is truly one.

For Friday April. 25, 2014

By Popular DEMAND! We will meet at 9:30 a.m. at Half-Price Books, located at 475 Sherry Lane, north of Ridgmar Mall –Telephone: 817-732-4111. At approximately 10:45 a.m. we will travel to La Madeleine Country French Café to enjoy lunch. Following lunch, we will caravan to Flight Deck located a half mile west of Ridgmar Mall, at the Cherry Lane exit off I-30, at 7751 Scott St. in Fort Worth, to enjoy jumping and acting, otherwise, a little abnormal.

PICK UP will be at FLIGHT DECK at 2:30 p.m.

“We must always bear in mind that we are not going to be free, but are free already. Every idea that we are bound is an illusion. Every idea that we are happy or unhappy is a tremendous delusion.” Vivekananda

DESTINATIONS: FLIGHT DECK, where FUN and fitness take flight! It integrates rebounding (trampoline jumping) along with strength and flexibility training. Reconnect with your inner child. Flight Deck features a mix of aerobics, core strengthening, coordination & flexibility exercises. YOU WILL NEED WRITTEN PERMISSION FROM YOUR PARENTS (contact Flight Deck for instructions).

Emergency Telephone: 682-777-1908

If you arrive late, we shall have departed with your child(ren) and will return to school. Please call if you will be late.

Students are NOT to leave the bookstore, restaurant or take flight
from the flight deck without the approval of Dr. A. He is well known for melodramatic swoons and fainting spells if you are missing and it is a little much for Mrs. A.

FINANCIAL: The cost for Flight Deck is approximately $11.00 for our one hour – please pay at the Flight Deck. And please provide funds for a good book and for lunch. Refreshments: Yes!

Uniform pants with a belt & red monogrammed school shirts are required.
PARENTS / FRIENDS / NEIGHBORS, are always invited to participate on our trips.

IMPORTANT DATES:
April 29 (Tuesday) SCARBOROUGH RENAISSANCE FESTIVAL
May 1 Tuition Due for 2014-15
May 12 & 13 (Mon. & Tues.) Shakespeare Production at Stage West Theater
May 16 (Friday) Main Event

A. n . d . e . r . s . o . n
“There is no weapon more powerful in achieving the truth
than acceptance of oneself.” – Prejnanpad

RJ's favorite pillow is white sock stuffed with a warm foot.

RJ’s favorite pillow is a white sock stuffed with a warm foot. My foot!

What To Tell Your Kids About Alcohol / Military Museum of Fort Worth

MARY ALICE & DOG - Meteorite Gallery 002

“Who ever said that diamonds
are a girl’s best friend
never owned a dog.”

What Exactly Is Alcohol?

Most people simply do not know
and our children really have no idea.

My friends, this is information that we need to protect our precious children from a horrible existence and early death. The life of an alcoholic is all too typically a very lonely, deeply depressing, utterly miserable, poverty stricken struggle for mere existence and with little or no hope for the future and NO joy in life.

My prayer is for you is to share this information with your children.

We had fun getting “cubed” at Flight Deck.

About 2 billion people across the world consume alcoholic drinks. Alcohol is the most widely used drug in the United States. Unlike most other drugs, alcohol carries the potential to damage many organs of the body; including the heart, brain, liver, and digestive system. And, when you think about it, damages another organ outside of your body, in the bodies of others who love you, in an organ called the heart.

The use of alcohol results in the death of two and one half million people each year and causes serious illness and injury to many millions more. Most deaths caused by alcohol results from injuries, cancer, cardiovascular diseases and liver cirrhosis.

Alcohol is also associated with infectious diseases like AIDS, tuberculosis and sexually transmitted disease. This is because alcohol consumption weakens the immune system, reduces inhibitions, and distorts judgment.

Of 19 major health concerns, alcohol is ranked #3, and is greater than unsafe water, high blood pressure, tobacco, obesity and illicit drugs (ranked #18). Source: Global Health Risks.

Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, is the third leading cause of birth defects with accompanying mental retardation and alcohol is involved in half of all fatal automobile accidents. We cannot even imagine the loss of potential.

Research has shown that prolonged periods of drinking produces specific brain damage which causes blackouts, disorientation, and loss of memory. Studies suggest a connection between alcohol and stressors contributing to heart disease. Click here for more.

The World Health Organization released The Global Strategy to Reduce the Harmful Use of Alcohol, endorsed by Member States. Click here for more.  It promotes proven effective measures for reducing alcohol-related harm including:
taxation on alcohol;
• reducing availability through allowing fewer outlets to sell alcohol,
raising age limits for those buying
• regulating or banning marketing of alcoholic beverages and
• conducting information and educational campaigns

Let’s Get Personal, Because It Is.

Jason Jackson

Jason Jackson was deeply loved by everyone.

Over the years, Mrs. Anderson and I have lost many precious friends and neighbors to the excrement Alcohol. Our deeply loved friend and former parent, Jason Jackson, fought on an unlevel field of battle against this powerful drug and its accomplices – ignorance, apathy and prejudice. Because of our misguided tolerance, the ready availability of alcohol contributes directly to millions of people falling victim to its overwhelming seduction and power.

Jason knew this deadly excreted chemical was more powerful than he was. We discussed this on many occasions. And as he reached out for help, I found his spirit to be courageous. In my opinion, as a society and as members of the family of man, we have failed our brother Jason and millions more, in not helping to provide a landscape at least partially free from such palpable and blatant temptation.

Countless times he reminded me of numerous places all along our streets and highways to purchase alcohol. He told me privately that every time he passed a place where it was advertised and easily available, the indescribable and horrible compulsion of need overwhelmed him. He asked me why? Why is this product available on every street corner and in-between? Many times he asked me how he could stay away from something he was reminded of every few minutes as he traveled along on our streets and highways and even in grocery stores and gas stations.

That, my friends, is a very good question. The ready availability of this toxic, debilitating and deadly excrement is responsible for the death of this fine young man – and millions more. As citizens, we hold the power to limit the sale and distribution within our communities. Why are we not actively seeking to help our children, our neighbors and ourselves, in fighting to limit the sale and reduce temptation and exposure to this harmful excrement?

We truly enjoyed dining at Greenwood's Restaurant

We truly enjoyed dining at Greenwood’s Restaurant

The truth is sad. “We, the people” allow lobbyists from the liquor industry to influence those we place in a position of Sacred Trust, those we elect to public office. We, through our blind faith in those we elect, permit the influence of money to overwhelm our capacity for compassion and our common sense. And why do we keep electing these people? Do you think any of our elected representatives will attend the funeral of any one of the victims of alcohol abuse?

By not acting and voting in a responsible manner, we contribute to the illusion that there is no problem, while we bury our beloved children out of sight and in early graves, as we continue to drive by the cause of their suffering and demise. How blind are we? How insensitive have we become? How much sorrow can we endure? My, how the tears tears have flowed.

Henry David Thoreau said that most men live lives of quiet desperation. Jason lived such a life. He told me he did not own a television because he simply drank all evening until he passed out. And there are countless millions that live as such. Perhaps you passed by one today, living under a bridge or begging on the corner of the street.

I ask you today to please remember Jason, and the many, many others who have struggled against impossible odds to free themselves from dangerous drugs such as the bacterial excrement, alcohol. Resolve with me that Jason and all the other countless victims shall not have died in vain. That through you, our other sons and daughters shall have a new birth of freedom – the freedom to live the life that Jason could only dream of, on so many nights, as he wept and prayed for help.

When you drink alcohol, it is not casual. It is not harmless. It is serious, especially if you consume this drug in the presence of children, and give its consumption your stamp of approval. The reality of drinking gains a new dimension of acceptability, without the true and hidden recognition of its seductive and highly destructive power. The casual apathy associated with its acceptance as a simple beverage, forms a strong and usually unbreakable bond of relational tolerance that simply should not exist.

Any drug powerful enough to change the Constitution of the United States – twice – and destructive enough to cause tens of thousands of deaths on America’s highways and destroy millions of families and lives in associated heath disorders, is too powerful to play with. There is no such thing as a safe level of alcohol consumption. The idea that drinking small amounts of alcohol will do you no harm is a myth. Click here to read more. Liberal guidelines may have kept some people from getting too drunk, but they failed to take into account the growing body of work linking alcohol use with cancer. Click here to read more.

If you need a distraction, a beautiful release from the pain that you feel in life, find someone like Jason and spend time with them. Offer some comfort from the overwhelming burdens they carry on their long, painful and lonely road of life. As the beautiful folk music of my time echoes back – “It’s a long, long journey, so stay by my side”. The only things that you truly possess are those things you give to others, for they live on in the heart. And the most valuable thing you can give to anyone, especially those in such need, is your time. Let someone know you love them and find some peace tonight. And please remember:

“SPENDING TIME WITH CHILDREN
IS MORE IMPORTANT
THAN SPENDING MONEY ON CHILDREN.”
Anthony D. Williams, from: Inside the Divine Pattern

I feel that few, if any, will long remember what I try to convey. It is such a tragic realization. But please allow me to wish you strength. And I pray we will all have courage. But more than this, know that I wish you love. May the courage of your convictions, in some way, honor the precious memory of our beloved friend Jason. As I shared with him, when last we met, my prayer is for you to search for the strength to always share the bountiful love that lives in your heart, for in the end, that is truly all we will have left.

And privately, I have wondered if the volume of tears shed by all the countless millions affected by the losses we have suffered is not greater than the volume of alcohol consumed by its victims.

So, What Is Alcohol?

It was bad enough when Scientific American broke the news that there are ten bacteria cells in or on the human body for each human cell. That we are out-numbered 10 to 1 in our own bodies. That there hundreds of times more bacteria genes as human genes living in and on us. We are made mostly of bacteria.

Derek had too much fun.

Yeast poop. When you get right down to it, the pseudo happy juice that makes you pass out and makes you fat and irritable, is yeast poop. Yeast eat sugar and drops big, steaming loads of booze wherever they go. And they pass gas a lot too. You may as well stick a straw in the septic tank. The effect will be the same!  Click here for more.

ME TOO!

   Me Too!

It is true that alcohol is the name given to the excrement that bacteria excrete, after feeding on fruit/vegetation during so called fermentation (a fancied word for excrementation) ?

Alcohol is a toxin, and is toxic to the human body in even moderate

The gang was excited about adopting a new puppy.

The gang was excited about adopting a new puppy.

amounts. While we may have a few drinks and not feel anything, our body certainly takes notice of the alcohol.

The story of how alcohol came to be, … asserts gleefully that fungi in grape juice “gorge” themselves and leave their liquid excrement. That is what alcohol is.

Yeast: It Eats Sugars And Poops Alcohol. What’s Not To Like?

Yes, we have discovered that alcohol is essentially the toilet water of a fungus. Alcohol is yeast excrement.

And here he is! It’s Rosie Junior or “RJ”.

Beer, as all alcoholic drinks, is made by fermentation caused by bacteria feeding on the yeast cells, then defecating. This bacterial excrement is called alcohol.

The term ‘toddlers’ originated in England. There were impurities in the drinking water that disallowed the water to be used for drinking. A common alternative drink was beer (it was cheep, plentiful and the water used to make it was treated during the initial boiling during brewing). Toddlers, just weaning off of mothers milk were unaccustomed to the effects of beer. This coupled with the fact that they were just learning how to walk really made them toddle.

It was the accepted practice in Babylonia 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride’s father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer, and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the “honey month” or what we know today as the “honeymoon”.

Julie demonstrates how exactly to take flight.

Julie show us how exactly to take flight.

Many years ago in England, pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim or handle of their ceramic cups. When they needed a refill, they used the whistle to get some service. “Wet your whistle”, is the phrase inspired by this practice.

Alcohol is made from the excrement of a living yeast organism. When the yeast is fed carbs in the form of grapes, hops, potatoes, corn etc., it digests it and excretes toxic alcohol.

“If you are depressed,
you are living in the past.

If you are anxious,
you are living in the future.

If you are at peace,
you are living in the present.

– Lao Tzu

Military Museum of Fort Worth

On Friday, February 28, 2014, we will meet at 10:15 a.m. at the Military Museum of Fort Worth, 712 Dorothy Lane (Telephone: (817) 386-9498).
After our visit to this museum, we will dine at a nearby eatery and then return to school. Pickup will be at school at 2:30 p.m.

Please Note: Uniform pants with a belt, & RED monogrammed school shirts are required. PARENTS /GUARDIANS / FRIENDS are always invited to participate on our trips. Comfortable shoes are highly recommended. Dress for the weather.

Since its founding, America has been blessed to have brave men and women fighting for her honor. These soldiers give their hearts, minds, bodies and lives to the country they hold dear. Since the American Revolution, they have fought for our freedom and liberty, and their stories have been passed down through the generations. That great history would be lost, though, if it weren’t for other men and women who dedicate their time and energy to keeping it alive.

At the museum we can learn about Texas men and women who served their country in WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam and the Gulf Wars. Some of the artifacts and memorabilia on display include uniforms, maps, photographs, videos and heartfelt letters home. The uniform jacket of 1st Lt. Audie Murphy, America’s most decorated soldier, is on display across from the German naval flag that Lt. Amon G. Carter, Jr. brought home after he was released from a German POW camp in 1945.

The Military Museum of Fort Worth is located in a building that was once a small business just north of Fort Worth’s Cultural District. It focuses on men and women who served in Texas, or served in a unit based in or trained out of Texas for military conflicts since 1900.

If you really want to know what it was like to serve in the Marines, the museum has a toy chest full of military gear for people to touch and try on, including a helmet, vest, water bucket, and combat pack.

The museum has been in existence since 2008 to preserve the military artifacts and histories of the men, women, and units linked to Texas during the 20th Century. Our goal is to not only honor the veterans, but to use these resources to promote this history to visitors by educating the general public about the contributions and sacrifices of these men and women. Our goals are reached by providing outreach exhibits and educational seminars in venues outside of the museum. The Board of Directors is made up of veterans, historians, and military enthusiasts volunteers from the Dallas/Fort Worth area.

We must observe the POLICIES of the Museum. [You may NOT act like you are at war]

FINANCIAL: A $5.00 per student/adult donation to the museum will be collected. Please provide funds for lunch.

Parking may be difficult. Please allow extra time.

Gift Shop: yes / Lunch: Yes (please provide funds)

IMPORTANT DATES
Mar. 10-14 Spring Break Holidays
Mar. 21 Texas Indian Market and Showcase (Arlington)
May 1 Tuition Due for 2014-15

Emergency Telephone No: 682-777-1908