Friday, December 19, 2008

humankind relationships

The foundation question of all human relationships is:
“Do you (think you) love me?”

The applicable instruction is always:
“Work on yourself.”
It applies whether the reply to the question is affirmative or negative.

It applies to both questioner and responder.

Keys to perceptive understanding of the process of love are the symbols: God; Love; and God is Love;
This is true whether approached in a sacred or a secular mode.

Some people/minds/spirits hold a concept of “Holy Relationship”

This is discussed in a three volume Book/Publication that can be found online at:

Sunday, November 23, 2008


Mother Africa, Miriam Makeba Makes Her Transistion
On: November 11, 2008 | At: 2:18 PM

MIRIAM MAKEBA, the Empress of African Soul collapsed on stage in Castel Volturno, Italy during a Sunday solidarity concert on behalf of six Ghanaians who immigrants who were shot to death several months ago.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Ever notice how when it’s OK – it’s OK – no matter what!

Obamas at the White House - "Me Casa Es Su Casa"

Providential indeed is the instant any "homosap" lives to see That Moment when literal truth matches Spiritual Truth.

This time it's also Prophetic.

Monday, November 10, 2008

My Sentiments on the Occasion of President Bush and Laura welcoming President-Elect Barack Obama and Michelle at the White House

When every thing matters to everyone
Then nothing will matter -
That is the transfiguration
Which can be wrought by universal unconditional love

Nov 10,2008 on the occasion of the first meeting at the white house between President Bush and President Elect Barack Obama

Thursday, October 30, 2008


a AVENIDA da Liberdade

“All you need is three guys and a little boat, and the next day you’re millionaires."
ABDULLAHI OMAR QAWDEN, a former naval officer, on Somalia’s pirates.


Op-Ed Contributor New York Times
Home for Halloween By Ms IRSHAD MANJI
Published: October 31, 2008


FOR me and my family, Oct. 31 has always been significant. Not because it’s Halloween, but because that’s the day we arrived as refugees to a free part of the world.
Beginning in August 1972, thousands of Asian entrepreneurs fled the East African country of Uganda after its dictator, Idi Amin, declared us to be bloodsuckers, seized our property and gave us three months to leave or die.
My family and I had only Ugandan passports, so we couldn’t escape to Britain or India like many of our neighbors. We’d been in Africa for two generations; my father and his brothers owned a car dealership in Uganda’s capital, Kampala. We didn’t know where to go, but we knew we couldn’t stay: Amin viciously enforced his 90-day deadline.
By the final week of October, the nations that would otherwise accept Ugandan exiles had exceeded their quotas. My family heard that Sweden and Canada might make room for a few more, and so out of desperation my mother, my sisters and I flew to Montreal, with Dad to follow. We had no guarantee that Canada would admit us.
We also had no guarantee that we’d meet an extraordinary immigration agent. But on Halloween 1972, we did.
Though the middle-aged woman had doubtless been dealing with a flood of Ugandan refugees, and though burnout could have led her to turn us back or indifferently wave us through, she chose to talk with a harried mother shepherding three girls under age 7. “Why do you want to live in Montreal?” the agent asked, en fran├žais.
My mother, who grew up in the Belgian Congo, mercifully could respond in French. “Why do we want to live in Montreal?” Mum repeated, buying a few seconds to think. “Well, Montreal begins with the letter ‘M,’ and our family’s name begins with the letter ‘M,’ so maybe God believes we will fit nicely together.”
Sensing my mother’s fear, the immigration agent assured her that this wasn’t an interrogation. “It’s just that I’m looking at your daughters,” she explained, “and I realize that they’re all dressed for tropical weather. Madame Manji, have you ever seen snow?”
Terrified at the prospect of being booted out, my mother blurted out, “No, but I can’t wait to!”
“Then you’ve come to the right country,” the agent assured Mum. “With your permission, however, I’d like to send you and your children to Canada’s version of a mild climate.” Several stamps of the paperwork later, we boarded a plane to Vancouver, where I learned to make peace with rain.
Some would reduce this immigration agent to a shrewd gatekeeper of cheap labor, carting us off to a city that would get rich from the Asian work ethic. And yet she was more complex than a caricature. Instead of simply unloading us on the local authorities, the agent cared enough to ask what we might need more of — peace, yes, but also fleece. Her small act of empathy bucked an ice-cold system.
As an adult, I’ve come to understand why I’m so blessed to have immigrated to an open society. Here, the individual — and the choices she makes — matter. The agent chose to practice the first lesson of human rights: just because a problem doesn’t affect you personally doesn’t mean it ceases to exist.
Mum tells me that she’s never been able to track down the lovely lady who let us into Canada. Still, she won’t be forgotten. As Madame Manji reminded her girls on Halloween in 2002, “When we touched this soil, we won the lottery of life.”
Idi Amin died in Saudi Arabia a year after that. Friends assumed that I’d be cursing his corpse. No. His hatred introduced my family to the gift of choices. On Halloween, one can be forgiven for obsessing with murderers, but it’s not Idi Amin who will dominate my thoughts. It’s the immigration agent.

It is no accident that the STATUE OF LIBERTY is a female form.

Irshad Manji, the author of “The Trouble With Islam Today,” is the director of the Moral Courage Project at the Wagner Graduate School of Public Service at New York University.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Reliable and Repetitive ‘SHOW STOPPERS’ (FOR ME) In/On Almost Any Stage


Haagen-Daz Ice Cream – cinnamon dulce de leche flavor, sprinkled with finely ground coffee beans just before serving

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Pirates, Pundits, and Political Party Animals - IT'S HALLOWE'EN AGAIN

Just in time for Fantasy Fest: Sarah Palin inflatable dolls

Posted - Saturday, October 25, 2008 09:02 AM EDT - FLORIDA KEYS KEYNOTER

The Sarah Palin inflatable doll is likely to be seen on one or more Fantasy Fest floats.
Politics make strange bedfellows, and in this particular case, that's not just a turn of phrase.

The Fairvilla Mega Store on Front Street in Key West received an order two days ago of inflatable, lifesized dolls -- bearing the likeness of Republican vice presidential candidate Sarah Palin.

And yes, just like the Palin masks that have been selling out at Fastbuck Freddie's on Duval Street, they are selling quite well -- likely due to Fantasy Fest, the ribald 10-day festival known for its nudity and, well, almost-anything-goes atmosphere.
"I play hockey, she's a hockey mom; I think we'll hit it off."

The parade to wrap the fest is Saturday and you will likely see the dolls adorning some of the floats, since the theme of this year's Fantasy Fest is "Pirates, Pundits and Political Party Animals."

"We just try and bring just fun and kind of different things into the store," Fairvilla manager Kristen Wilson said.

David Fox, who is in Key West visiting from Boston, said on Friday that he was more than likely going to purchase one of the dolls.

"I think it's sexy as hell," he said. "I play hockey, she's a hockey mom; I think we'll hit it off."

The doll is officially called the "This is Not Sarah Palin Inflatable Love Doll." It retails for around $40.