when a god loves a person inappropriately
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
Time past Zeus might visit a maiden hidden in a rain shower. Innocent and modest would she be charmed and conquered. If a maid was inclined she might run, if caught she might pray to be turned into a tree to maintain her modesty.
Nearly seventy Basia had been pursued by a lesser goddess since she was twenty. It was not a pleasant experience.
Basia of Oakwood Parish arrived to 7AM mass each morning and nervously twirled her rosary beads and rocked until Father Walter came to sit with her after lunch break and walked her to her car about 2PM.
After Father Walter retired and went to live in group rectory in Mansfield Father Paul asked one of the Psychologists from the Bishop's office in Cleveland to meet with Basia.
Father's Paul's estate when probated in 1987 contained Doctor Warren Bender's case notes on Basia Johnson and the case notes have been made into a sensational movie based on a short article on the subject that appeared in the Journal of the American Psychological Society in June 1988.
The Catholic diocese of Cleveland, Ohio has filed injunctions to stop or detain release of the movie " Subdued by Epona Goddess of Hope" directed by Sheila Walters for release by Harmony Film LLC Summer 2014.
end part 1
Friday, January 31, 2014
Thursday, January 30, 2014
fend for yourself
fend for yourself
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
Fend for your self but worry for others.
Worry for others but do what you can to aleve suffering.
Aleve suffering of others and you shall become at peace.
Become at peace and you worry less.
Worry less and you become still.
Become still and you hear God's pulse.
Hear God's pulse and you can rest.
Rest to fend for yourself.
Stillness in the heart of a crowd
Melody in the noise of the world
Calmness in solitude
Scoreless in comparison
Shameless in regret
Silent in remorse
Purposeful in inactivity
Peaceful in movement
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
Fend for your self but worry for others.
Worry for others but do what you can to aleve suffering.
Aleve suffering of others and you shall become at peace.
Become at peace and you worry less.
Worry less and you become still.
Become still and you hear God's pulse.
Hear God's pulse and you can rest.
Rest to fend for yourself.
Stillness in the heart of a crowd
Melody in the noise of the world
Calmness in solitude
Scoreless in comparison
Shameless in regret
Silent in remorse
Purposeful in inactivity
Peaceful in movement
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
there's a lot of companies swimming naked at the beach these days
there's a lot of companies swimming naked at the beach these days
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
Warren Buffet says you can't tell who is swimming naked until the tide goes out. The tide is money, liquidity and when the Federal reserve board tightens credit, even a very little, from huge levels of expansive credit growth all the American companies with too much leverage on borrowed money are exposed.
Confidant ambitious fast talkers have dreams. They sometimes become CEO's and everybody at their companies ride along. Ratio analysis of financial health is pooh poohed in internal meetings at businesses large and small as irrelevant and outdated thinking. Outsiders tasked to regulate things are looking out the window. Then the tide goes out so to speak. The bull market ends and guess what? The growth of the last few years was a mirage.
Watch the lawsuits, watch the allegations fly. The financial bull market in America is teetering. Real business in America has been staggering for years, customers are tapped out or no longer in a keeping up with the Jones mood. Where will the growth come from to propel the American economy forward?
America has been nearly drowned in a flood of liquidity. Government tries to stimulate demand by providing easy money. The wealthy, the informed intelligent well situated investors profited as the stock market went up 100% from the February 2009 lows. The gap widens between rich and poor grows as the wealthy make large profits from passive investing activities.
What now America. How can our leaders pull the next rabbit out of the hat to keep America growing?
Maybe it's better to have less interference by Government in the first place. Well intentioned or not too much financial intervention into markets by government turn out badly. Distorted signals sent by government to ambitious confidant fast talking CEO's end up in aggregate hurting every body.
I have lost my faith in our leaders. Time to fend for myself I suppose.
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
Warren Buffet says you can't tell who is swimming naked until the tide goes out. The tide is money, liquidity and when the Federal reserve board tightens credit, even a very little, from huge levels of expansive credit growth all the American companies with too much leverage on borrowed money are exposed.
Confidant ambitious fast talkers have dreams. They sometimes become CEO's and everybody at their companies ride along. Ratio analysis of financial health is pooh poohed in internal meetings at businesses large and small as irrelevant and outdated thinking. Outsiders tasked to regulate things are looking out the window. Then the tide goes out so to speak. The bull market ends and guess what? The growth of the last few years was a mirage.
Watch the lawsuits, watch the allegations fly. The financial bull market in America is teetering. Real business in America has been staggering for years, customers are tapped out or no longer in a keeping up with the Jones mood. Where will the growth come from to propel the American economy forward?
America has been nearly drowned in a flood of liquidity. Government tries to stimulate demand by providing easy money. The wealthy, the informed intelligent well situated investors profited as the stock market went up 100% from the February 2009 lows. The gap widens between rich and poor grows as the wealthy make large profits from passive investing activities.
What now America. How can our leaders pull the next rabbit out of the hat to keep America growing?
Maybe it's better to have less interference by Government in the first place. Well intentioned or not too much financial intervention into markets by government turn out badly. Distorted signals sent by government to ambitious confidant fast talking CEO's end up in aggregate hurting every body.
I have lost my faith in our leaders. Time to fend for myself I suppose.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
should we follow our first mind
should we follow our first mind
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
The veil drops for a moment and the entire adventure stem to stern is revealed from our subconscious in a blazing instant of insight. Should we follow our first mind? Or, should we retreat and tempt the fates hoping to ignore what we must hereafter bury deep in our subconsciousness, that first gleaming of recognition.
Better to live superficially. Ignore your first mind. Stumble through life drifting with breezes. Revelation is better left till later. Things must simmer before they are examined in a blazing instant of insight.
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
The veil drops for a moment and the entire adventure stem to stern is revealed from our subconscious in a blazing instant of insight. Should we follow our first mind? Or, should we retreat and tempt the fates hoping to ignore what we must hereafter bury deep in our subconsciousness, that first gleaming of recognition.
Better to live superficially. Ignore your first mind. Stumble through life drifting with breezes. Revelation is better left till later. Things must simmer before they are examined in a blazing instant of insight.
all the places we won't go to
all the places we won't go to
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
Tonight I definitely realized that there are thousands of place I will never get to visit.
It's January in Ohio, cold and dark and the world has collapsed in on me. My dreams of travel to exotic places seem like the thoughts of someone else. A brief brush with early impending death, limited resources and imagination and a collapsing will strand me where I stand. Cold and alone I wait for Spring in my own backyard.
Light lunches on trains are no longer imminent for me. Hopping a plane to travel a fast thousand miles in six hours for some sightseeing is no longer foreseeable.
Venice and it's narrow alleyways between canals, St Petersburg museum tours in frigid Winter or Istanbul during Ramadan are no longer in my travel fantasies. Cold and alone I wait for Spring to come to my own backyard. Give me a clear night and I will watch for meteors and discern the subtle colors of distant stars during super nova. Sitting by a crackling campfire I will imagine candles flickering in Hagia Sophia in Istanbul or the squeak of oars under the Rialto in sinking Venice.
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
Tonight I definitely realized that there are thousands of place I will never get to visit.
It's January in Ohio, cold and dark and the world has collapsed in on me. My dreams of travel to exotic places seem like the thoughts of someone else. A brief brush with early impending death, limited resources and imagination and a collapsing will strand me where I stand. Cold and alone I wait for Spring in my own backyard.
Light lunches on trains are no longer imminent for me. Hopping a plane to travel a fast thousand miles in six hours for some sightseeing is no longer foreseeable.
Venice and it's narrow alleyways between canals, St Petersburg museum tours in frigid Winter or Istanbul during Ramadan are no longer in my travel fantasies. Cold and alone I wait for Spring to come to my own backyard. Give me a clear night and I will watch for meteors and discern the subtle colors of distant stars during super nova. Sitting by a crackling campfire I will imagine candles flickering in Hagia Sophia in Istanbul or the squeak of oars under the Rialto in sinking Venice.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Is there a collective unconciousness for the entire world?
Is there a collective consciousness for the entire world?
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
The London stock markets open in a few minutes after a tough couple of days on Wall Street Thursday and Friday last and a bad day in Asia so far this Morning. The boys at the JP Morgan desks around the world need to cook up a consensus to stir into the US stock market open at 9:30 AM later this morning on Wall Street.
Here where I live the weather guys have predicted 8 below zero mid day tomorrow, that is Monday January 27th, 2014. Right now it is mid 30's degrees with strong winds aloft at 2:30 am. Will my local weather forecast be correct for tomorrow? Will my day Monday be dictated by below zero weather conditions when I feed the horses tomorrow mid afternoon? The weather guys look like they could be wrong in tomorrows forecast. I hope real weather here tomorrow is 30F rather than -8F mid afternoon Monday Jan 27. It would make my day much better for tomorrow.
Is there a collective unconscious for the entire world? How can an economic consensus be established by a few hundred traders at desks around the world, across different time zones, competing political systems, and by irrational local interests? Is there an economic stew that can be stirred to produce a stable hearty product for everyone everywhere in the entire world?
Have faith. The Fed meets Tuesday and they will taper less or maybe more again, or some other secret mantra will be leaked that will dictate the direction of interest rates, aggregate commodity usage worldwide and industrial capacity across the globe. Hopefully steady economic growth will result benefiting us all.
The economists and bureaucrats wish to influence events to achieve modest sustainable growth worldwide. Distribution problems resulting in inequalities can be worked out later.
Is there a collective economic consciousness for the entire world? Is it like predicting tomorrows weather to predict where the stock and bond futures will drift tomorrow? Or is the direction of markets irrational and beyond human control or understanding?
In a few minutes the London stock markets will open and a consensus will form that establishes DJI futures for the Wall Street open tomorrow. It's usually quite accurate at predicting how tomorrow's wall street trading will unfold.
As for me and feeding the horses tomorrow when I get out of bed about 7:30 AM Monday I will check the weather locally outside and determine how to go about my day. By then Sunday's weather forecast for Monday will be moot. Meanwhile winds aloft are howling, it's 3:20 am and I want to finish this writing and check the London stock market open to see how the rest of the year will go for me.
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
The London stock markets open in a few minutes after a tough couple of days on Wall Street Thursday and Friday last and a bad day in Asia so far this Morning. The boys at the JP Morgan desks around the world need to cook up a consensus to stir into the US stock market open at 9:30 AM later this morning on Wall Street.
Here where I live the weather guys have predicted 8 below zero mid day tomorrow, that is Monday January 27th, 2014. Right now it is mid 30's degrees with strong winds aloft at 2:30 am. Will my local weather forecast be correct for tomorrow? Will my day Monday be dictated by below zero weather conditions when I feed the horses tomorrow mid afternoon? The weather guys look like they could be wrong in tomorrows forecast. I hope real weather here tomorrow is 30F rather than -8F mid afternoon Monday Jan 27. It would make my day much better for tomorrow.
Is there a collective unconscious for the entire world? How can an economic consensus be established by a few hundred traders at desks around the world, across different time zones, competing political systems, and by irrational local interests? Is there an economic stew that can be stirred to produce a stable hearty product for everyone everywhere in the entire world?
Have faith. The Fed meets Tuesday and they will taper less or maybe more again, or some other secret mantra will be leaked that will dictate the direction of interest rates, aggregate commodity usage worldwide and industrial capacity across the globe. Hopefully steady economic growth will result benefiting us all.
The economists and bureaucrats wish to influence events to achieve modest sustainable growth worldwide. Distribution problems resulting in inequalities can be worked out later.
Is there a collective economic consciousness for the entire world? Is it like predicting tomorrows weather to predict where the stock and bond futures will drift tomorrow? Or is the direction of markets irrational and beyond human control or understanding?
In a few minutes the London stock markets will open and a consensus will form that establishes DJI futures for the Wall Street open tomorrow. It's usually quite accurate at predicting how tomorrow's wall street trading will unfold.
As for me and feeding the horses tomorrow when I get out of bed about 7:30 AM Monday I will check the weather locally outside and determine how to go about my day. By then Sunday's weather forecast for Monday will be moot. Meanwhile winds aloft are howling, it's 3:20 am and I want to finish this writing and check the London stock market open to see how the rest of the year will go for me.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
The high road, Sante Fe to Taos
The High road Santa Fe to Taos
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
The High road Santa Fe to Taos beckons me return. In America's time scale it's an ancient route. Five hundred years have passed.
Adobe houses, homes in communal cliffs and hard difficult living. Great beauty of landscape and vast sweeps of solitude. Heat and wind and lonely sky. It's a difficult place to scratch out a living.
There is nothing to say about New Mexico. It leaves one feeling small, a miniscule part of the magnificence of creation. At the horizon the dry landscape abuts the distant stars.
Once we sat next to a wagon and watched a fire blaze on the high road from Santa Fe to Taos. Stew was pushed around a plate with Navaho bread and Spanish whiskey warmed cold nights.
People and animals each mind their own business in New Mexico. Native Americans proffer pots in the square in Sante Fe and blankets are sold in Taos.
History is not studied in New Mexico, it unfolds each day.
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
The High road Santa Fe to Taos beckons me return. In America's time scale it's an ancient route. Five hundred years have passed.
Adobe houses, homes in communal cliffs and hard difficult living. Great beauty of landscape and vast sweeps of solitude. Heat and wind and lonely sky. It's a difficult place to scratch out a living.
There is nothing to say about New Mexico. It leaves one feeling small, a miniscule part of the magnificence of creation. At the horizon the dry landscape abuts the distant stars.
Once we sat next to a wagon and watched a fire blaze on the high road from Santa Fe to Taos. Stew was pushed around a plate with Navaho bread and Spanish whiskey warmed cold nights.
People and animals each mind their own business in New Mexico. Native Americans proffer pots in the square in Sante Fe and blankets are sold in Taos.
History is not studied in New Mexico, it unfolds each day.
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