Spock's reminiscences
fiction
edward w pritchard
Me and Gemini orbits corrupting
no more intersections, no more gravitational pull
drifting apart in the vastness of space
Gemini a cold dwarf star
me a lifeless planet
vast universe,
timeless
entropy
Friday, January 29, 2016
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
begin with the end in mind
Jesus raises the dead-reposted
fiction
edward w pritchard
Who is the 'I" in the story?
start
Jesus always insists that I accompany him and assist when he raises the dead. That's more than OK with the other followers because it's an ordeal when someone who has been dead for a while is brought back to life. Only Jesus can manipulate death and it's trying and disconcerting to be around the recently brought back to life and it takes it's toll on all those present at the time.
All the disciples and followers of Jesus want to be present when Jesus restores a blind persons sight or cures someone of leprosy. It's theatrical with outpourings of praise and gratitude and large crowds quickly gather as word spreads of miraculous healing. Hero's we are as followers of Jesus then.
When a child is raised from the dead it's solemn and the gratitude of the families is subdued by the presence of death. Even after death leaves a small room an overpowering melancholy surrounds the gathered. The first look that is exchanged between the recently revived child and Jesus is haunting. It follows me in my dreams for months when I have been at Jesus' side as he brings a dead child back to life. Not the parent's immense gratitude can make me forget the scrutinization when a child looks at Jesus after first being raised from the dead.
Why none of the other disciples or followers will assist Jesus when he raises a person from the dead is because of the reaction of an old adult who has been brought back to life miraculously by Jesus of Nazareth. A husband or loving friend has begged Jesus to bring someone back to life. Their faith and hope in Jesus' ability to manipulate death is enormous and Jesus sometimes succumbs and performs a miracle. Jesus out of experience insists that no one else be present in the tomb when the miracle occurs. Except me. I am always present with Jesus when death is defied.
The miracle has occurred successfully and the dead have been brought back to life. This time it's an old woman whose husband couldn't go on without her. She was dead three hours according to the best Doctors here. Now she's alive.
It's so mournful the sound she makes as she sobs. I am holding her. There is something beyond sorrow in her quiet wailing. Jesus understands. He knows what she has seen and experienced and Jesus always collapses for a few moments when death has been beguiled.
I leave the tomb and go to find the husband. The husband rushes hopefully in anticipation. The crowd takes notice. Everyone wants to see what miracle Jesus has done today.
After the miracle of raising the dead Jesus prays and prays in solitude. I approach Jesus then but do not confront him preferring to meet him later at a more appropriate time and place.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Who is the 'I" in the story?
start
Jesus always insists that I accompany him and assist when he raises the dead. That's more than OK with the other followers because it's an ordeal when someone who has been dead for a while is brought back to life. Only Jesus can manipulate death and it's trying and disconcerting to be around the recently brought back to life and it takes it's toll on all those present at the time.
All the disciples and followers of Jesus want to be present when Jesus restores a blind persons sight or cures someone of leprosy. It's theatrical with outpourings of praise and gratitude and large crowds quickly gather as word spreads of miraculous healing. Hero's we are as followers of Jesus then.
When a child is raised from the dead it's solemn and the gratitude of the families is subdued by the presence of death. Even after death leaves a small room an overpowering melancholy surrounds the gathered. The first look that is exchanged between the recently revived child and Jesus is haunting. It follows me in my dreams for months when I have been at Jesus' side as he brings a dead child back to life. Not the parent's immense gratitude can make me forget the scrutinization when a child looks at Jesus after first being raised from the dead.
Why none of the other disciples or followers will assist Jesus when he raises a person from the dead is because of the reaction of an old adult who has been brought back to life miraculously by Jesus of Nazareth. A husband or loving friend has begged Jesus to bring someone back to life. Their faith and hope in Jesus' ability to manipulate death is enormous and Jesus sometimes succumbs and performs a miracle. Jesus out of experience insists that no one else be present in the tomb when the miracle occurs. Except me. I am always present with Jesus when death is defied.
The miracle has occurred successfully and the dead have been brought back to life. This time it's an old woman whose husband couldn't go on without her. She was dead three hours according to the best Doctors here. Now she's alive.
It's so mournful the sound she makes as she sobs. I am holding her. There is something beyond sorrow in her quiet wailing. Jesus understands. He knows what she has seen and experienced and Jesus always collapses for a few moments when death has been beguiled.
I leave the tomb and go to find the husband. The husband rushes hopefully in anticipation. The crowd takes notice. Everyone wants to see what miracle Jesus has done today.
After the miracle of raising the dead Jesus prays and prays in solitude. I approach Jesus then but do not confront him preferring to meet him later at a more appropriate time and place.
a stock tip but it's not for the faint of heart
a stock tip but it's not for the faint of heart
fiction
edward w pritchard
An inhalable diabetes device so some people don't have to use a needle daily to stay alive.
Author once when working as a substitute school teacher watched a high school student give herself a shot during the school day. It was one of those things one doesn't forget.
MannKind Corp. [ symbol MNKD] now has an inhalable diabetes device and was up twenty per cent yesterday on a potential short squeeze. Still it's not a stock for the faint of Heart. Too much debt, actually a Mountain of debt and not much luck marketing the lead diabetes device to date.
A potential double in a few weeks. Long term? Maybe bankruptcy or more dilution and a reverse split.
MNKD as a speculation; don't bet the Rent Money. Check it out with your financial adviser.
fiction
edward w pritchard
An inhalable diabetes device so some people don't have to use a needle daily to stay alive.
Author once when working as a substitute school teacher watched a high school student give herself a shot during the school day. It was one of those things one doesn't forget.
MannKind Corp. [ symbol MNKD] now has an inhalable diabetes device and was up twenty per cent yesterday on a potential short squeeze. Still it's not a stock for the faint of Heart. Too much debt, actually a Mountain of debt and not much luck marketing the lead diabetes device to date.
A potential double in a few weeks. Long term? Maybe bankruptcy or more dilution and a reverse split.
MNKD as a speculation; don't bet the Rent Money. Check it out with your financial adviser.
Monday, January 25, 2016
every day the same
every day the same
fiction
edward w pritchard
A bushman walking about the plains of Central Africa everyday the same.
Find water, build fire, kill and eat a few morsels, and surround oneself with thorns and thickets to keep away predators at night. Successful adaptation every day the same for four hundred thousand or more years.
" feeling tomorrow like I feel today"
"I'll pack my grip and make my get away" [1]
Successful adaptation for four hundred thousand or more years. Move about the territory everyday the same.
[1] W.C. Handy St Louis Blues
fiction
edward w pritchard
A bushman walking about the plains of Central Africa everyday the same.
Find water, build fire, kill and eat a few morsels, and surround oneself with thorns and thickets to keep away predators at night. Successful adaptation every day the same for four hundred thousand or more years.
" feeling tomorrow like I feel today"
"I'll pack my grip and make my get away" [1]
Successful adaptation for four hundred thousand or more years. Move about the territory everyday the same.
[1] W.C. Handy St Louis Blues
Saturday, January 23, 2016
Muddy on slide, a change in the weather again
Muddy on slide, a change in the weather again
fiction
edward w pritchard
The Weather will never be this way again.
A change in the Weather mind recreates time that died.
In a dark place chanted I "blow wind blow" [1] rocking left to right seven hundred eleven times.
Visit me forgotten apparition of Dreams.
The Weather changed and thou be gone.
[1] Muddy Waters "blow wind blow"
fiction
edward w pritchard
The Weather will never be this way again.
A change in the Weather mind recreates time that died.
In a dark place chanted I "blow wind blow" [1] rocking left to right seven hundred eleven times.
Visit me forgotten apparition of Dreams.
The Weather changed and thou be gone.
[1] Muddy Waters "blow wind blow"
Friday, January 22, 2016
blue skies and the stock market outlook
blue skies and the stock market outlook
fiction
edward w pritchard
There has been a bit of forced selling in the stock market lately. But today things look a lot better; look for the market to charge sharply upward again.
Let's listen today to how blue skies will return again, the market will resume it's upward spiral and business will be always good in America. Turn on the financial news channel and listen to the bulls sing "blues skies smiling at me" again.
How's business in America these days? Who cares! Hop on the social network and chat. No one under 30 wants get married, buy a starter Home or buy a new car, they are all networking on the internet.
Is it 1929 all over again? Not likely. Let's see what the greatest stock market investor of all time has to say on the subject.
See below- what I wrote before on Jessie Livermore- the greatest stock market investor of all Time-
fiction
edward w pritchard
There has been a bit of forced selling in the stock market lately. But today things look a lot better; look for the market to charge sharply upward again.
Let's listen today to how blue skies will return again, the market will resume it's upward spiral and business will be always good in America. Turn on the financial news channel and listen to the bulls sing "blues skies smiling at me" again.
How's business in America these days? Who cares! Hop on the social network and chat. No one under 30 wants get married, buy a starter Home or buy a new car, they are all networking on the internet.
Is it 1929 all over again? Not likely. Let's see what the greatest stock market investor of all time has to say on the subject.
See below- what I wrote before on Jessie Livermore- the greatest stock market investor of all Time-
ADBRIGHT
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
dealing with losses in stocks and bonds
dealing with losses in stocks and bonds
fiction
edward w pritchard
When dealing with debilitating losses in stocks and bonds orient yourself to reality.
The sun will rise tomorrow; stamp your foot against the ground and feel the solid weight of the here and now.
Do not forget who you are and for God sakes do not forget this is now.
Pay your insurances, send in the Mortgage payment, this isn't the end. Regroup. Get a new plan.
View this as a preview of later. Later when you can't remember where you parked the car. Later when the insurance adjuster leaves you on hold for so long you forget who you are. And later when your husband has become an old Man suddenly and your daughter keeps telling you what to do and where to go. Everyone wants to know if you remember today's date and what year it is. Do not forget this is now.
Check your name in your wallet. Try to remember- Why aren't you allowed to have any Money anymore?
fiction
edward w pritchard
When dealing with debilitating losses in stocks and bonds orient yourself to reality.
The sun will rise tomorrow; stamp your foot against the ground and feel the solid weight of the here and now.
Do not forget who you are and for God sakes do not forget this is now.
Pay your insurances, send in the Mortgage payment, this isn't the end. Regroup. Get a new plan.
View this as a preview of later. Later when you can't remember where you parked the car. Later when the insurance adjuster leaves you on hold for so long you forget who you are. And later when your husband has become an old Man suddenly and your daughter keeps telling you what to do and where to go. Everyone wants to know if you remember today's date and what year it is. Do not forget this is now.
Check your name in your wallet. Try to remember- Why aren't you allowed to have any Money anymore?
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