tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92207517411982111032024-02-06T20:21:48.827-07:00The WritingsJesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.comBlogger788125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-73191166611988145172011-04-28T11:23:00.000-06:002011-04-28T11:23:21.141-06:00Real, in the Virtual Sense<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">From earlier today...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://b21.clapalong.com/?fid=N20110429122027"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">the Battle Report</span></a></div>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-15769914125566163532011-04-16T00:18:00.001-06:002011-04-16T00:18:10.335-06:00Mr. CleanAs of today, I have been sober for three and a half years and off my drug of choice for eleven years. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</div>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-7200061748632497252011-03-24T17:01:00.000-06:002011-03-24T17:01:23.170-06:00Another cute dog video I made.<div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>On my YouTube channel today, shot last night.</b></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZCT1zJGnEuE?fs=1" width="425"></iframe></div>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-2050614231391226262011-03-21T21:18:00.001-06:002011-03-22T17:26:55.956-06:00Reviewing another book<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51vvIMfaI5L._SS500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51vvIMfaI5L._SS500_.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Dr. J. Craig Venter is probably the most famous person you have never heard of. His life is chronicled in his autobiography, "A Life Decoded, My Genome: My Life. Many people are aware that the human genome has been mapped in the last few years. What that means for the rest of us is being debated all over the world. There are probably many people who barely comprehend what an incredible achievement this is for science. What many people are not aware of is the central role Dr. Venter has played in this astonishing research.<br />
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The book explores the odyssey of Dr. Venter's life, from his early childhood to the present day. What many people might find surprising is how fractious the scientific, political, and business fields are where genomic research is concerned. While reading it, I felt Dr. Venter gave as candid an assessment of himself and the world around him as possible. I have often discussed the topics of "nature vs nurture" with people and I was pleased to see that in many instances Dr. Venter is not completely convinced we can attribute everything about human beings to our genetic nature. He frequently leaves open the possibility of our environment explaining much about who people are as individuals. However, that the research he has been a major part of has given the world amazing insights into the causes and effects of our genetic identity is one of the greatest contributions a person can bequeath to the rest of us. His discussion of the methods he has used throughout his career is extensive and readers will gain an appreciation of how much time and effort has gone into unlocking the mysteries of genes.<br />
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I believe many people can understand that knowledge can be dangerous and that there are many possible negative outcomes possible when people can simply "read a person" from looking at their genome. I am satisfied that Dr. Venter realizes many of the implications, both positive and negative, of what this field of science has revealed to us. I also think people might be surprised that we do not know everything about human beings, and many other species, based on this area of science. Dr. Venter does in many instances explain that the more we have learned in this field it has also revealed how much more we do not know. <br />
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If there is one area in this book that I found disturbing it would have to be on page 284 where Dr. Venter talks about his blue/gray eyes and perhaps makes a slightly too pithy remark about the dust cover of the book. On the cover his eyes are a very vivid blue. In all of the pictures I have seen Dr. Venter he has gray eyes. I made some remarks about Dr. Venter on June 30, 2006 (during my phone conversation with Nicole “an admitted shape-shifter” Scherzinger) and his gray eyes. I admit to being bit disappointed that someone decided his eyes are not blue enough and made them “very blue” for the dustcover. I have encountered many people that cannot seem to be very forthright about their eye color. What does that say about us as people? I posited the theory that we could conceivably tell a lot about about people and their genetic makeup merely by scanning their eyes, particularly their irises. That might be explained in a another book.<br />
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I know that many people might consider this to be a strange tangent, but considering that so much has been devoted to this area of research do you agree with me that we should have made some startling discoveries about our origins and the preponderance of shape-shifters from this area of study? Considering the amount of blood and other fluid samples science has access to, we should have isolated what makes people's eyes change color and teeth change shape on a regular basis? If you really have taken notice of people around you then you would have noticed these are not just do to lighting circumstances, but is genetic, and in theory could be isolated? Aren't we overdue for a time when we all stop ignoring the evidence of species' code being the result of genetic contributions from a variety of planetary origins?<br />
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If science could finally confirm what I knew over thirty years ago then perhaps there would be fewer people who consider me to be insane or confused. Those who know what I said about other scientific areas, also about thirty years ago, know that those theories have been confirmed by scientific methods in more recent times. This is not about a need to be acknowledged with any major awards, but simply to confirm that I did in fact know what I am talking about all this time. Someone like Dr. Venter would be essential in this type of scientific revelation.Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-36985222072826112042011-03-14T20:36:00.000-06:002011-03-14T20:36:00.180-06:00Sounds Like an Echo<div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">In an attempt to stay current with developments in Japan, after the catastrophic earthquake, I tuned into Rachel Maddow's show and heard her use the term "radioactive lava." I do not believe I have heard any person use that term...</div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> since I did on June 30, 2006.</div>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-65671865283687652692011-03-11T11:29:00.000-07:002011-03-11T11:29:07.385-07:00Winning and Going Viral<div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Welcome to the world of Pissed-Off Jesus, Second Time Around.</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yet another of the seemingly impossible to predict events, that I did predict, has come true.</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">And my video, with many shots of Anti-Christ Jodie Foster and one of Charlie Sheen, has netted my account its highest view count ever.</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Go there! http://www.youtube.com/Issa618.</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Everything you <u>need to know</u> is there.</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am planning a "prophecy update video." </span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;">Stay tuned...</span>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-46081476883571843842011-03-09T13:56:00.000-07:002011-03-09T13:56:03.615-07:00The Lost Decade - Introduction<div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">These posts, which I will attempt to connect in a coherent fashion, will be my attempt to answer the question “Where have I been all this time?”. I see it differently, of course. To me, it is more like “Where were you?” and “Where were they all this time?”</span></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">It sure seems to me like I have done everything all by myself. In my “Jesus, the Messiah” capacity I have to request that you remove the plank from your eye before you try to remove the plank from mine. I have had an enormous amount of pressure and opposition to deal with. So many people in my family and in close proximity were very detracting. There was so much talk about what I should not be doing and no one offering any alternatives. Few offers of help and a tremendous number of personality conflicts. I had put everything in place to save this planet if a few people followed their assignments and a lot more people believed.</span></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have always been a skeptic, a “show me” type of person. However, once I have seen something, in an absolutely verifiable way, then I am a believer. Mostly what I was surrounded by were people that were not believing and people who refused to look. There have been many people who wanted to be a part of something for their own benefit. There also have been many people who could not fathom how their participation hindered me more than helped me. So many people who did wrong but somehow found great consolation in not being the ultimately worst person. These posts will explore what it was like to be left alone all that time.</span></div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">By my calculations, there have been 3589 days between my move in date at 740 S. Burnside Ave. and the day I spoke with Nicole Scherzinger on June 30, 2006. That day I called her back after retrieving the message she left for me while I was preparing to move to Marina Harbor. It was not the first time I had ever spoken to her, although I joked quite often that we had never spoken on the phone before. It certainly was not the first time our paths had crossed and it would not be the last. But these posts are not about what I call “the most bizarre co-dependent relationship in the history of the world, if not the Universe.” These posts are intended as an adjunct to what is already present in this blog. I will attempt in this series of posts to describe the very important events that took place in those 3589 days between the Bible Code I end of the world and the conversation Nicole and I had at the threshold of the Bible Code II anticipated end of the world.</span></div>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-82997626982181132702011-03-09T11:15:00.000-07:002011-03-09T11:15:04.832-07:00What Justin Timberlake and SNL Knew by Jesus Krishna<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9jQZN4vVlQs?fs=1" width="425"></iframe></div>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-78690390133507268572011-03-09T10:45:00.000-07:002011-03-09T10:45:05.415-07:00In defense of A.A.<div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Today I want to mention a few things about Alcoholics Anonymous and the other twelve-step programs.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Since they have received some substantial negative publicity lately, due to some high profile people saying some negative things about them, it seems to me they deserve to be described from the proper perspective.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Despite the criticisms, twelve step programs are not cults. The twelve step programs do work for people who do the work required. No one pays for what they receive from twelve step programs; they survive on contributions from those that choose to contribute.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Twelve step programs are like just about everything else in life; you get out them what you put into them. No one can make you clean unless you want to be clean. Desire is just the beginning part; you have to do the work yourself.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Criticizing twelve step programs for a low success rate is like saying not everyone who buys exercise equipment gets a much better body right after purchase. You have to use the thing properly to receive the benefits.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I hope this makes sense to you.</span>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-60411660367767999432011-03-07T17:28:00.000-07:002011-03-07T17:28:03.207-07:00A Very Interesting Jewish Non-Sequitur<a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/rabbi-adam-jacobs/a-reasonable-argument-for_b_831185.html">Rabbi Adam Jacobs: A Reasonable Argument for God's Existence</a><br />
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<div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Amazingly, this passes for news these days. Theists who can equate the odds of scientific fact occurring with faith. This is very compelling for those who are still curious about whether we can prove God and whether what scientists theorize, and have only provided scant evidence of, is of similar believability.</div><br style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">However, if Rabbi Jacobs could show some "real chutzpah" and proclaim that EVERY TORAH in existence was altered by Hashem the way I, Binyamin Maakavi shel Elohai Elohim said it would then EVERYONE would have the unquestionable, undeniable, proof of our Creator that they need. To my knowledge, he has not done so. Why? Because Jews are incapable, especially Rabbi's, of admitting that their ancestors were wrong about me. Even though the evidence can be found by ANYONE who has access to a Bible and knows what it said BEFORE June 30, 2006 and how my prophecy of words and strokes changing came true; as I said it would and when I said it would.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Talk about avoiding the OBVIOUS that everyone should know by now.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Wake me when this is all over!</div>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-57778054110933229962011-03-06T23:40:00.000-07:002011-03-06T23:40:26.244-07:00Apropos of Nothing<div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"Winning" lyrics by Santana</div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">One day I was on the ground</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">When I needed a hand</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Then it couldn't be found</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I was so far down that I couldn't get up</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You know and one day I was one of life's losers</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Even my friends were my accusers</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In my head I lost before I begun</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I had a dream but it turned to dust</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And what I thought was love</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">That must have been lust</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I was living in style</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">When the walls fell in</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And when I played my hand</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I looked like a joker</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Turn around fate must have woke her</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Cause lady luck she was waiting outside the door</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm winning</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm winning</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm winning</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm winning and I don't intend losing again</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Too bad it belonged to me</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It was the wrong time and not meant to be</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It took a long time and I'm new born now</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I can see the day that I bleed for</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If it's agreed that there's a need</span><br style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">To play the game and to win again </span>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-52762766704061375772011-03-03T18:15:00.000-07:002011-03-03T18:15:27.381-07:00Bagpipe Music by Louis MacNeiceI just read this poem for the first time the other day. <br />
It seems so contemporary that I thought I would share it.<br />
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<div style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;">It's no go the merrygoround, it's no go the rickshaw,<br />
All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow.<br />
Their knickers are made of crepe-de-chine, their shoes are made of python,<br />
Their halls are lined with tiger rugs and their walls with head of bison.<br />
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John MacDonald found a corpse, put it under the sofa,<br />
Waited till it came to life and hit it with a poker,<br />
Sold its eyes for souvenirs, sold its blood for whiskey,<br />
Kept its bones for dumbbells to use when he was fifty.<br />
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It's no go the Yogi-man, it's no go Blavatsky,<br />
All we want is a bank balance and a bit of skirt in a taxi.<br />
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Annie MacDougall went to milk, caught her foot in the heather,<br />
Woke to hear a <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0) ! important; font-family: inherit ! important; font-size: inherit ! important; font-weight: inherit ! important; position: static;"><span class="kLink" style="font-family: inherit ! important; font-size: inherit ! important; font-weight: inherit ! important; position: relative;">dance</span></span> record playing of Old Vienna.<br />
It's no go your maidenheads, it's no go your culture,<br />
All we want is a Dunlop tire and the devil mend the puncture.<br />
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The Laird o' Phelps spent Hogmanay declaring he was sober,<br />
Counted his feet to prove the fact and found he had one foot over.<br />
Mrs. Carmichael had her fifth, looked at the job with repulsion,<br />
Said to the midwife "Take it away; I'm through with overproduction."<br />
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It's no go the gossip column, it's no go the Ceilidh,<br />
All we want is a mother's help and a sugar-stick for the baby.<br />
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Willie Murray cut his thumb, couldn't count the damage,<br />
Took the hide of an Ayrshire cow and used it for a bandage.<br />
His brother caught three hundred cran when the seas were lavish,<br />
Threw the bleeders back in the sea and went upon the parish.<br />
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It's no go the Herring Board, it's no go the Bible,<br />
All we want is a packet of fags when our hands are idle.<br />
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It's no go the picture palace, it's no go the stadium,<br />
It's no go the country cot with a pot of pink geraniums,<br />
It's no go the Government grants, it's no go the elections,<br />
Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pension.<br />
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It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet;<br />
Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit.<br />
The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall forever,<br />
But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather. </span></div><br />
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</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>If you want to read more about the author;</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span> </span></span></div><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_MacNeice" style="color: black; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Wiki on Louis MacNeice</a></span> </span>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-89467689889641551152011-03-02T13:46:00.000-07:002011-03-02T13:46:09.794-07:00Just for laughs...<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u7SHyNbHjMw?fs=1" width="425">&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;laughs&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;</iframe></div>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-25409942381276920952011-03-01T11:00:00.001-07:002011-03-01T11:01:25.989-07:00Christina Aguilera Arrested for Public Drunkenness<a href="http://gawker.com/#%215773332/christina-aguilera-arrested-for-public-drunkenness">Christina Aguilera Arrested for Public Drunkenness</a><br />
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<b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Even though I refer to this wench as C*ntina Fuckulera for being a completely worthless and useless person that stole my child and did not do a damn thing to help me at all, I still think of the song "Hot Mess" when </span><span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I see this picture.</span></b>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-199723223734545952011-02-26T11:25:00.000-07:002011-02-26T11:25:36.999-07:00I must not be crazy enough.<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I am often looking for more and more evidence of the crazy New Age crap that people think of as some kind of "correct Universal spiritual awareness." It amazes me there are so many examples and people who are willing to eat this stuff up. Here is another example:</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">This is an except from <a href="http://buildingnewearth.webs.com/shaylacrystalcity.htm">Building New Earth</a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>I awakened to Shayla golden crystal city in late 2001. It was already there and was created the very moment i conceived. It is situated in south east ireland in the tranquil comeragh mountains and it's centre point is the great mountain Cruachan. It has a sister city in tralee which is in the southwest of ireland known as Alasia. It's keeper is my good friend and companion Sansia who works from the fifth dimension.</i></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Shayla is home to the galactic and star fleets. It is also home to the faerie folk, the atlanteans, lemurians, dragons, pixies, gnomes and unicorns. The city is constantly expanding. It now reaches the full expanse of the comeragh mountains and it is strenthens all the time through human interfacing. </i></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>It boasts a wonderful idea of my good friend Daniel Jacob. <a href="http://www.reconnections.net/">http://www.reconnections.net</a> Daniel has another sister city known as Chehala in the Olympic ranges of the usa. You can read more about it on his site. Anyway the idea is brighter days. A galactic space cafe that spans four floors and it has the appearence of an old cathedral. I</i></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Entering it is a revolving door. My good friends Chyna and Vishna are among some of the staff. Vishna is famous for her amazing galactic lattes and steaming butter scones. The cafe also has guest quarters for those who wish to stay there. The cafe contains a jukebox of velourian design that contains every known song in the multiverse. </i></div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Favourite tunes always playing are the corrs and Krishna Das. So dream with me or meditate and take your awareness to Shayla and meet Sananda and Ashtar and many other good friends for a traditional evening of good wine and food. All the enjoyment is unforgettable. </i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I guess my blogs would have more followers if I contributed even more bizarre stuff than this crackpot has posted (Galactic Lattes,yummy!). Believe what you want; there are consequences. These people are NOT my friends! </span>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-87614750790840267712011-02-24T13:06:00.002-07:002011-02-24T13:07:56.497-07:00What he wrote, spoke to me todayI am currently reading a book of poetry that I have put off reading for some time. I have several other works to share, still tumbling around in my head, but I thought reading some great works before I did that would be a good idea. One I just read spoke to me in a very clear voice. Across the centuries it seems this particular work rang true about me and expresses some of what I am feeling these days.<br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 14px;">My Picture Left in Scotland by Ben Jonson</span><span style="font-size: 12px;"><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;">I now think love is rather deaf, than blind,<br />
For else it could not be,<br />
That she,<br />
Whom I adore so much, should so slight me,<br />
And cast my love behind:<br />
I'm sure my language was as sweet,<br />
And every close did meet<br />
In sentence of as subtle feet<br />
As hath the youngest he,<br />
That sits in shadow of Apollo's tree.<br />
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Oh, but my conscious fears,<br />
That fly my thoughts between,<br />
Tell me that she hath seen<br />
My hundreds of gray hairs,<br />
Told seven and forty years,<br />
Read so much waist, as she cannot embrace<br />
My mountain belly and my rock face,<br />
As all these, through her eyes, have stopt her ears. </span><br />
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</span></b>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-33822462025205523212011-02-23T16:09:00.000-07:002011-02-23T16:09:36.086-07:00Free Burma Design Submissions<a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=330555&id=115691890947">Facebook page with Free Burma Design Submissions</a><br />
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<div style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Mine is the eleventh one on the page. You don't have to vote for mine, but...</div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">More importantly, please donate what you can to this campaign. Burma has been a human rights disaster for over twenty years. The political prisoners and the the population as a whole needs your help.</div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Thank you in advance for your interest.</span>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-64585598417090035292011-02-21T07:40:00.000-07:002011-02-21T07:40:25.378-07:00A Must Read! Chinese Security Officials Respond to Call for Protests - NYTimes.com<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/02/21/world/asia/21china.html?ref=world">Chinese Security Officials Respond to Call for Protests - NYTimes.com</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">The article speaks for itself. There are many people who have legitimate grievances with their government; we in the Western world often take it for granted that we have guaranteed rights to express these complaints. In many other countries the message from above is clear, "Not happening!" </span></div>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-60519860577620382422011-02-18T04:28:00.002-07:002011-02-18T04:33:41.718-07:00Don't Tell Anybody<div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Admittedly, this is going to be a strange post. My life has been very strange, like a surreal nightmare. Something has happened lately and as I have been going over it in my mind I decided it was time to share some thoughts about it in this blog.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">A few days ago I took a nap in the afternoon to catch up on some sleep because my sleep pattern has become irregular again. I will not go over what was in this dream but suffice it to say I revisited with some people I am still furious with and cannot ever really come to terms with. At the end of this dream I see the lower end of Manhattan. I realized soon after I awoke that I had some similar dreams in the last few years and these dreams take me to the island of Manhattan in all of them. I have this unusual feeling that I belong there, that I am a resident, or I am supposed to be there instead of where I am at the time.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">As I have gone over that last dream in my head I realized that going to Manhattan takes me to my Dad and sorting out all that transpired between us over the years. In case you missed it in this blog, my Dad passed away on September 11, 2009. He called me September 11, 2001 to tell me about the plane crashes while I was still asleep. Lately, my thoughts have focused on many of the events we went through together. Despite the negative things I have mentioned about him in this continuing blog of my life there is the inescapable fact that my life and my Dad's have always been closely intertwined even though he really had no idea who I really am.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">By now my exact recollection of what really spelled the demise of our relationship is not as clear as I would like it to be, but I realize what happened should be shared even if a small number of people read it and learn from it.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">After the phone call of June 30, 2006 took place I knew that my life would be going in a very bizarre direction. My relationship with my Dad, who was a shape-shifter of some variety that I still cannot completely explain, would be forever damaged. All of the things I had managed to ignore about him in the past would eventually accumulate into an unavoidable confrontation. How and when that would happen was unknown.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">However, I could not completely sever my ties with him as he was still my closest confidant and we depended on each other for so many things. I knew I would not get very far without letting him know at least part of what was going on. The trip down the gauntlet I took from Las Vegas to Houston via Tuscon and El Paso would remain mostly a mystery to him. He really didn't need to know much about that.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">By the time I took the trip to San Diego to see what would happen I had begun to let him in on more of the details. There was so much to tell him and remind him of, and since he was the one person I turned to when things got beyond my ability to handle alone, it made sense that he should know the most of what was going on. After the two women switched places and the BMW drove off I had called him to let him know that I wasn't going to chase much more and that "you know who" was losing me more and more with these Charades. I remember him telling me in so many words, that I had given it "another try" but it seemed like a good decision to return home right after that. </div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I don't remember what day it was but about a month later I had called him again, as I still was doing on a regular basis, to let him know as much as I was letting him know. This is perhaps where our relationship really started to disintegrate because so much that was wrong was revealed. I have often avoided the subject of why my Dad did or did not do certain things; it's very painful to me to reveal he was as selfish as he was, despite the many things I had done as his only really loyal child.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The conversation went something like this. I called him.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ted: Hello? (I can tell he is eating when I call.)</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Me: Hey, Dad it's me.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ted: Ben?</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Me: Yeah.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ted: Uh, I didn't expect to hear from you.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Me: Dad, what are you talking about?</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ted: I mean I'm glad! I'm glad to hear from you!</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Me: Dad? What are you saying? Did you think something had happened to me?</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Roughly that is how that conversation started. I immediately come to the conclusion that he thought or was told that I had died or had been killed at least two or three days before I had called. That is obviously disturbing enough, even though as far as I know I never really indicated to him in any way that my life was at risk the way that it was. What really bothered me is that he had done nothing and was "stuffing his face" as usual. He had not called me to see if I was still there. He had not gone by my place to see if my car or anything of mine was still where I lived. He did not tell my sister, as far as I know, or call the police or anything like that. He did nothing. He just went about his normal routine. I wondered for a moment what would it take for him to finally do something? This was so extremely disturbing to me that I had to move on in the conversation right away because to follow that line of questioning would lead to the inevitable conclusion I reached just a few months later.</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">My Dad really didn't care. He lived in his own little world and anything that didn't belong in it would be discounted or rejected. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Including me.</span>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-74697348641377949082011-02-16T17:45:00.000-07:002011-02-16T17:45:23.450-07:00Tom Cruise - Slavedriver<div style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sure, it's really easy to make up a sensational blog title.</span></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If you have not heard several sources have been poking holes in Scientology for a long time. Lately, the story about how some people slave away at $50 a week at "Sea Org" for their more "enlightened" members like Tom Cruise. Apparently Tom was not really behind this story, but the people who devote themselves to kissing the bunghole of this "false Messiah" were.</span></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Here is the link to the PDF in case you wanted to read it:</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://markrathbun.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/bikeshangarexcursion.pdf">Making Fancy Gifts For Hypocrites Is What Scientology is Really About</a></div>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-20336738230757676272011-02-14T17:23:00.000-07:002011-02-14T17:23:52.668-07:00Christina Fell A Long Time Ago by Jesus Krishna<div style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Don't feel sorry for her. She is a useless individual. Her voice is great but she is incapable of doing anything else. Stop supporting her! She needs to get back to reality very soon before you are all finished.</span></div><div style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">No, it is not okay!</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Vd8vold2MhQ?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-23059825865625677612011-02-14T08:54:00.003-07:002011-02-14T09:30:20.379-07:00Grammy Red Carpet 2011: Worst-Dressed (PHOTOS, POLL)<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i.huffpost.com/gen/247353/thumbs/s-GRAMMYS-RED-CARPET-large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://i.huffpost.com/gen/247353/thumbs/s-GRAMMYS-RED-CARPET-large.jpg" /></a></div>Someone needs to tell Ricky he needs to go back into the closet and find some clothes and fit and match.<br />
<i>About <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/news/grammy-awards">Grammy Awards</a></i><br />
<a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/02/13/grammy-red-carpet-2011-grammys-worst-dressed_n_822644.html?ir=Entertainment">Read the Article at HuffingtonPost</a>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-23906696020784032592011-02-14T08:46:00.002-07:002011-02-14T09:30:46.012-07:00Grammy Red Carpet 2011: Best-Dressed (PHOTOS, POLL)<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i.huffpost.com/gen/247351/thumbs/s-GRAMMYS-RED-CARPET-large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://i.huffpost.com/gen/247351/thumbs/s-GRAMMYS-RED-CARPET-large.jpg" /></a></div>Selena is a very good looking young woman. Her dress looks like a condom.<br />
<a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/02/13/grammy-red-carpet-2011-grammys-best-dressed_n_822643.html">Read the Article at HuffingtonPost</a>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-62669191653996513362011-02-13T14:39:00.000-07:002011-02-13T14:39:56.026-07:00Always a Great Perspective - Doonesbury Strip<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://cdn.svcs.c2.uclick.com/c2/99687b800499012ea5c800163e41dd5b" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://cdn.svcs.c2.uclick.com/c2/99687b800499012ea5c800163e41dd5b" width="231" /></a></div>Jesus Krishnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15909872982523941814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220751741198211103.post-76559884172825444942011-02-09T13:54:00.002-07:002011-02-09T16:50:33.440-07:00Arianna the shifty<div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>I have made reference to this woman's activities before. I have even placed a photo of her into one of my videos. The following article seems to me to be a very sober and even-handed treatment of her in light of the recent sale of Huffington Post. </b></div><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20%0AThis%20news%20link%20http://bit.ly/ggRHvj%20was%20sent%20from%20a%20friend.%20%0A%0ADownload%20Free%20Drudge%20Report%20from%20Android%20Market">Dana Milbank - Arianna Huffington's ideological transformation -Link Shared from NewsPush</a> <br />
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