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These are two activities I had the kids do this week.  The first one was for my preschooler.  He cut out and glued pictures of food from grocery store ads that he would like to eat on a pretend plate.  After we finished the gluing, I had him tell me what the different food was to help build his vocabulary. The next two pictures are food sorts. The assignment was supposed to be to cut out food and glue on plates according to syllable, but my kindergartner wanted to draw his own pictures which was fine with me.  I also had him label the food he used.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. The before and after picture of our turkey.

Continuing on this subject then…

Please read the previous post if you just dropped by.

I am pretty aware that most of what I write here is completely opposite to most people´s beliefs, but what has to be said just has to be said. The point of view of the Rebellion is not popular, we don´t deceive and don´t create illusions, so the reality that we show is harsher, but we have been working in the shadows for what we believe, and now is time to expose it, no matter if someone believe or even come to be aware of our philosophy. My duty is just to register this content.

So, in the previous text I explained why and when a preparation for a marriage takes place.

Once a couple agree to get married, be this marriage formerly arranged by the families or by the planning personnel of our civilization, or else just a rare case in which a couple just fall in love, despite of not being genetically programmed to do so, the preparations will start.

I want to note that before the preparations for the collective Alchemical Marriage of this generation of Angels started, right in the stage when Eden´s planning department was selecting the best candidates amongst the young, those with potential to become the future Counselors and top personnel of the major areas for the next cycle of Eden ( the replacement of the Councils), right then, Michael´s political party did a sabotage and hacked the system in a way that only the members of his club of boys were identified as apt candidates and therefore sent for the initial tests that were tests to verify the candidate´s leadership capabilities.

What I call “system” in this case is not just our political system. We live inside a system that is something like a computer system that runs everything in our civilization, however it has conscience – what in Earth is called Android. The identification of candidates in this case, as well as the score in the race, is done by this Android system and not by Angels personally.

Well, Michel´s group deceived this system in a way that the system would not identify any apt feminine Angel to be sent to the race. My loyal Jethro, always risking himself for the Rebellion, was the hero this time. He applied himself for the tests, been naturally approved, because he is brilliant, and at the door of the transport he exchanged his place with me, as we planned to fight back Michael´s movement, once we could not at all to prove that the system was hacked. This was our creative movement, a legal move, because as it had never happened before, Satania never bothered to create a law forbidding the exchange of places at doors of transports in this sort of event. We are genius. We Rebels are so very genius. We are even more brilliant because actually we did not know exactly what was all that fuzz about. Is easy to tell the history now so long ago but at that time all was confusing, with lots of misinformation on the way.We had a clouded idea but for concrete we just knew that something was going on, we knew that was important ( if was not important our oppositors would not have the trouble to mess up the system…), we knew that it was to exclude woman ( it always was to exclude woman…), among other unpleasant possible purposes, we also knew that the way the event was been conducted was not right, and naturally as full of fire Rebels we had to do something about.

So I end up sent in his place, and later he joined me, and somehow the other brides came too, so I guess our Rebellion had more brilliant movements but I was not there so I don´t know what happened after I left. One of the characteristics of this sort of test is that in the first times we are completely isolated from any contact with Eden.

In the end, the preparations for the Alchemical Marriage for our generation went on without any problem ( without any problem for the system to select the candidates, I mean, because for us candidates it would be a long beginning).

Is important to say that without Jethro I would not be in the race, that without Jethro´s first movement no girl would be in the race, and that without girls in the race, in the end of the race, all the places in the government of Eden would be in the future completely taken by my little brother´s chauvinist group, drawing a black future where all feminine essences would be completely oppressed and abused, as happens in all places were Michael´s finger touches. It would happen in Eden and as a reflex would happen in all the Universes, much strongly than it has ever happened.

Jethro Ab Loxlok must be recognized as the hero that allowed our hard work of resistance to continue at that time. As he is a General, the position of hero fits him well, this is his nature.

However is important to note too, that there are only three positions for the Supreme High Council, thousands of Elves were in the race, and in the end I was indicated for one of the positions.

Jethro put me in, Jethro have always been at my side during the race, but I would not reach the final indication if I were just a puppet of Jethro as some are saying back at Angelsland.

I reached the final indication by my own merits, by my own effort. We all in Lucifer´s team are very loyal to each other, we are very supportive, we all help each other, but we are all, all of us, without exception, damn good and talented. Everyone in our group is the best in his own expertise, it includes me. This fact, plus the extreme loyalty among our members and restless effort of everyone, made the difference, but only loyalty without talent would not place us at the top of the score board, as we are now.

The race is not finished I guess ( there is no way for a candidate to know when it is finished). Our enemies may have a lot of tricks yet, and may even beat us momentarily in the score yet, but we will win, just because we are good, hell of good, all of us, all the Rebels.

Now that this event of exchanging of places is clear, I will speak about the ritual.

To agree to get married does not mean at all that a couple will reach the marriage. Besides, it is a formality, when we agree we don´t know what this means, we just know that we love our partners.

The preparations consist of many steps and levels. First there is a long preparation in Eden, and I am not going to talk about this part. Secondly we take part in a huge numbers of simulated situations ( something like the holodeck of Star Trek). If Angels could die we would nearly die of stress and tiredness in this simulations. I am not going to talk about this part either because there is too much information. Perhaps I speak about this steps some other day.

After the simulations come the “Fall”. We are sent to have real life experiences in planets such as Earth, where all kinds of problems are possible to happen. We, the candidates, actually don´t know that this whole thing is happening. The subject of the Marriage is something vague on our mind, something to think about in the future, actually we are being analyzed while we think that we are accomplishing missions that are part of our job and our life.

I know about the marriage now because I am in the end of the race. By the rules only near the end of the race the candidates are informed that they have been in a race all that long period that they thought that the world was falling apart over their heads. Also, only in the end of the race is when we are informed that the marriage have something do to with the top political positions of our civilization.

The very last part of the race is the return. We must find a way to return to Eden by our own ways, and there are lots of rules for this part. This is where we Rebels are now.

When the young return then the ritual starts, I mean, the very real Alchemical Marriage, for all couples that succeeded, at once. These couples will be allowed to marry, they will allowed to reproduce, and they will also assume the top positions of Eden.

To assume the top positions of Eden means that they will inherit Eden and everything that exists, all the Universes, because everything in Eden is based on property.

For example, I am the Princess of this Principality, so everything in the Principality is my property, including all lives. The Supreme High Council owns the Princesses, and naturally everything that belong to the Princesses is also property of the Supreme High Council.

The system goes this way along all levels. It would not work in places with high level of diversity in all fields, I wonder, but as we have controlled genetics, as the center of our mind is kept at the Department of Philosophy and also as we have very well organized families, it works very well for us, because we can truly that everyone in our civilization wants the best for the collective ( we are programmed to be this way) , and we trust that nobody among us will exploit the others. In summary: It works. At least there.

Considering our level of development, plus this system, plus the eternity, plus our magnificent legal system, all put together makes Eden the paradise. The property concept is part of the whole set of choices done in the past for our ancestors that made Eden to become the paradise. The concept of property at Eden is not the same way as seen in Earth. The will of any individual is always above what was planned for him, and everything can be done at Eden by anyone, for the price that it takes, and in the time that it requires. When we learn how to use our political system, there are no limits at all. Is difficult to explain it in words that can make the concept clear for all species of this Universe at once, because the several populations have very diverse references and none of them are even close of what we have in Eden.

About the Alchemical Marriage, I think that each case is different, because there is a huge creative potential in Eden, and events don´t happens twice the same way there, so I can talk only about my case.

My story starts when I was called to a mission of transport in a planet called Tri. I am a cargo pilot and sometimes I get missions of exploration too, but more cargo. I am an Universal truck driver, working for our kingdom, for our masters, the Supreme High Council. All pilots belong to the same guild, all pilots are part of Eden´s army, all pilots have military training, however not all of us receive military missions.

The kind of mission that a pilot receives depends of his equipment. The equipment belong to the pilot, not to the army, however the pilot himself belong to the army, therefore his equipment belong to the kingdom too. It happens this way because the equipments also have conscience and Android brain ( A series brain), and because of this the pilot and his equipment´s brain create bonds, therefore they are partners, and they remain together forever – of course, the ship is always updated with new technology, but the ship is a loyal friend of the pilot. My ship, Thule, is a cargo ship, therefore I can just have cargo or exploration missions, she is too big for ordinary military missions.

My main cargo is gas tritium. Tritium has almost no volume, but it is to be transported by cargo ships because of protocols about cargo. Although gas tritium is our main cargo and it does not require a huge ship, the cargo ships must be huge because sometimes we transport matter too.

As you may have noticed, the pilot has the same name of his ship ( Veronica Ab Thule, Jethro Ab Loxlok). This is my name of pilot, it will be changed when I become Counselor.

My heart feels small when I remember the free life of pilot, I know that as Princess I will never have that life again, so I treasure the memories of that time. I am not complaining, but to talk about this makes me nostalgic. I am glad because I decided to spent my youth as pilot, and I am grateful that I had this option.

Now back to the Marriage. As a pilot, was easy for the planners of the Marriage´s tests to get me in trouble. Me and my entire fleet – 6 ships, 2 elves in each Ship, plus Tao, my Android and best friend, plus Satan Asmodeus who were the one who shot us down. Most of the crew was composed of young Elves engaged with someone. That day, we fell…

We fell at the distant small Earth of the Solar System, of the Milk Galaxy, of the borderline Universe where I was once conceived ( my parents planned my existence while in vacations in a planet called Thule of Vega, near here, where a friend of mine used to raise Dragons, that time. Thule of Vega does not exist anymore in this timeline. It had wonderful red dunes.

Well, we fell. And I know that later more Angels fell here. ( Why here?) . So we become Fallen Angels.

Our brides and bridegrooms were left in despair at Eden, without information, without support from the official organs, and had to find a way, alone, to come to rescue us. This, of course, was part of the tests, and, of course, our partners did not know about the wedding race. The system arranged to make everything difficult for them.

By the rules of the engagement, we will find all sort of difficulties during the Fall, and our partners will find all sort of difficulties to reach us, at Eden. If the love survive to all this, if we endure all possible bad experiences that the Universe can provide and still want to get married, then we reach the Marriage.

We are allowed to give up at any time. Satan will always be together to offer an easy way out, so beyond enduring hell we still have to learn to deal with the Satan designed to us. Of course, if we give up we don´t know that we are giving up, because we are not aware about the race. We just escape from the wonderful offers of Satan because something just does not seem right in our heart. If we are not deep decided that the only way for us is the person that we love, and have capability to feel in each way that person is, while we are blind inside a human body, blind for our own dimension I mean, then certainly Satan will drop us down.

Those who fall must live in human bodies. We don´t know about this rule when we fall, but the Helius Sun assure that we will do that soon or later. Our original bodies are indestructible, at least this is what we deeply believe when we live in Eden, until we are thrown in a planet such as this, that sits inside the crown of a Star, and we find out, with horror and shock, that after few millennia our original bodies are falling apart melted by the radiation.

Needless to say that despite being something forbidden, we crossbreed with the local humanoids, to transfer to them our genetics and prepare conditions to transfer our essence to that kind of body after few generations of preparation. We don´t do it because we are kinky. We do it because we don´t have contact with Eden or anyone of our kind and we don´t know what is going on, we are lost far away with broken equipments and without any sign of rescue, we are melting and we just don´t know what else to do except to become humans. It is the only possibility at hand to avoid to go back to the realm of formless ( and to lost our position in the family, friends, goods, love, and go through a long process to go back to the realm of form again).

It is not an easy decision, and not fun at all. We don´t even know if we will ever be able to revert the process, however we just don´t want to go back to the formless dimension. For the humans it is a top prize, there are some characteristics, creativity for example and many others, that were not originally in them, and now exist because of this choice of ours long ago.

I have lived in human bodies for nearly 20.000 times, now. I hope this is the last time. We are not meant to have comfortable lives, after all this is a race of endurance, there are thousands of couples competing for the same positions, or for the right of being with the person that one loves, spread in thousands of planets, and few will reach there, so the Satan of each couple, that in the end can be compared with a sort of coacher, will not give them a minute of rest. I wonder who created this sadistic game, but…I can´t take the merit of the learning, we actually become stronger after all this. I just hope it can be easier for the next generations.

Well, this ends the explanation about the Alchemical Marriage.

There is more to say, but I don´t want to say, not now at least. Perhaps when I am older in this existence.

I will speak more about our Fall someday.

Princess Veronica Ab Thule

The rain and snow of the last two days have really made things interesting again.  Puddles are again in evidence in the fields which makes taking trucks into the field really chancy.  The snow was really not a big deal, it was only to be found in the shadowed areas of the field.  I thought that when the sun came out today we would be back in the field with no problems for the combine. WRONG!

When we took the combine out into the field it seemed as if everything would work just fine.  There was some snow hanging on the ears but that was cold enough that it just went through the combine.  The problem came as wet corn husks started building up inside the machine.

You have to understand the machine.  When ears of corn are taken into the combine they are taken to the rotor and concave.  The ears are rolled between these two by the action of the rotor.  When the corn husks are wet, they do not blow through the machine, they hang up.  This fills up the holes in the concave and kernels of corn cannot fall through to be sifted out of the chaff.  The corn kernels just goes out the back with the cobs.

Corn harvest was brought up short for today.  We either need colder temperatures or a dry wind.  Either one will bring conditions back so we can continue harvest.

Interestingly tillage went well for a while today.  The cold of the night made traction easy to find.  Until things warmed up, everything flowed through easily.  As the sun warmed up the ground, and melted the snow, things got a little smeary.  We need the big tractor for the grain cart for a while now.  Tillage will wait.

Michael

The older I get, the more that I realize I love holidays: in fact, you might say that I am a holiday junkie.  Outside of the presents, I don’t remember really loving holidays as a kid.  Days like Thanksgiving were ones that I could not play with my friends and there wasn’t a whole lot to do outside of the mandatory family fun (ie, playing games). 

My perceptions began to change as I got older, and I started flying across the country around the holidays to see my family.  Mike and I spent our first Thanksgiving alone: we were going to the Oregon coast the next day and had invited people from Portland to come eat with us, but everyone had something else to do.  In the end, it was just another day as we got ready to go to the coast.  Initially, I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal, yet I was sad all day.  Apparently, holiday traditions are much deeper imbedded in me than I initially thought, which shouldn’t be too surprising considering my family culture. 

This year, we stayed in Seattle, and we are not spending it with any of our parents.  It’s a decision with which I have wrestled all week.  I love my family, and yet Mike and I desire to develop our own holiday traditions, a difficult endeavor if we are always gone and never in our own home.  Here is some of what we did today:

• The first thing that must be done on Thanksgiving morning is turning on the Macy’s Day Parade.  I don’t care that it’s probably happened three hours before and is being rerun for us west coast folks; it is a Thanksgiving must and provides the background to all other morning activities.
• The Mulhern tradition is to have big holiday breakfasts, a break from the usual on-the-go lifestyle.  In turn, I made whole grain pancakes from scratch.  Yum.  Because there are only two of us, there is a Ziploc bag of leftover pancakes in the fridge.  We shall see how they hold up.
• After the parade ended, we switched over to the football games and watched both of the teams we were rooting for lose.  I really need to start rooting for teams that are good.
• After cleaning up breakfast, I made pumpkin cookies and holiday cream corn to take to dinner this afternoon, and Mike pulled out the Christmas decorations from the storage unit.  The Christmas tree is officially assembled and is waiting to be decorated.  Last year was the first year we got a tree.  It didn’t make sense while we were in Portland (once again, always traveling for the holiday), so I am glad to have one now.  Some day, I will have a real tree again.  Maybe when we have a house.
• As I write, Mike is packing up our contributions to this year’s Thanksgiving dinner.  We are celebrating with a gaggle of graduate students this year, signs that our Seattle community continues to grow and deepen.

I have much to be thankful for this year: my husband, my parents, my sisters and brothers, consistent income, a non-leaky roof over my head, a community of friends.  Truly, our lives are a testimony to the love and grace of Jesus. May you be surrounded with joy and people who love you today.

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I have so much to be thankful for.  What are you thankful for?

In honor of Thanksgiving here are some pictures of fall in Texas.  I love the golden colors!

Copyright Kathleen Thomas 2009

Turkey was glorious and everything else too

and everyone

enjoyed the feast

..

This was taken a couple of weeks ago along De Clercqstraat. I was waiting for my bike to be ready to be picked up from the shop (someone broke my light).

Cinnamon bun for breakfast.

Sights like this always fascinate me.

Berries!

Chocolate “body parts”.

Walrus.

Husbear.

With all the things that’s happened to my family this year, Thanksgiving and Christmas are and will be the most awkward holidays for me now. Eventually, I’m sure, it’ll all become routine, but right now it’s just strange. Especially with me being out on my own, because I’m not a big family person, I never have been. If I could go home, though, I would, because I know it’s not all about how I feel about the family, it’s about making my parents feel better about everything. Even though I can’t go home and I’m here alone, I’m not sad. I’m pretty happy and besides, my mom is visiting me tomorrow. So, I’ll be seeing her, her girlfriend, and maybe Willie. For me, it’s just another Thursday.

I do hope everyone enjoy’s their Thanksgiving holiday, though.

It’s a beautiful day here in Tallahassee and since I have nothing at all to do, I’m going to catch up on some reading and maybe take a long walk. The book I’m picking up is “The Lie” by Chad Kultgen, the author of “The Average American Male.” “The Lie” is supposed to be even better than “TAAM.” It’s been sitting on my nightstand for months so I should get on it, I’m sure I’ll finish it in just a few days.

As the for the walk, I’ll try to figure out where’s the nice scenery around here. The autumn feeling is pretty much amazing right around my house, the leaves vary in color from a beautiful faded red like the brick on old buildings to a greenish yellow, the gorgeous product of the yellow sun and green pigment. The half-naked trees with either leaves or moss are at their prime while the pines tower overhead and deep green hedges quietly sit below together deliver an image of organic inspiration. The broken sidewalks of human engineering, uneven landscape, and tall hanging wires and cylindrical boxes supplement and magnify the magnificent sights of this one block. Even though this view of the change of seasons and imperfect construction is quite beautiful, I’m curious to find other places of similar or more intense feeling.

Once I do find these places, they are being photographed. I will soon be picking up a camera that is able to take pretty unique pictures. Here’s the description from Urban Outfitters:

So here’s how the story goes: back in the ’60s, a small firm in Hong Kong created an inexpensive camera called the Diana. Crafted entirely of plastic, each camera cost only a dollar at the time of its release! Although it was only produced for about 10 years, Diana became a favorite with avant-garde and lo-fi photographers. They loved its soft & dreamy images, super-saturated colors, unpredictable blurring, and random contrast. Diana shots were raw & gritty, with a character all their own. They couldn’t be duplicated by any other camera on Earth! But after the camera was discontinued in the ’70s, functional examples became difficult to find and increasingly expensive to purchase. Dianas were in high demand! And given the cameras exceptional images and retro good looks, the fine folks at Lomo decided that it was time for a comeback!… The lens was balanced to obtain those “perfectly imperfect” dreamy, gorgeous, color-drenched, sometimes-blurry, and often-mindblowing images.

What’s in bold is what really attracts me to it. So, I’ll be having a bunch of nice pictures of the Tallahassee landscape, hopefully.

Happy Turkey Day!

1. EE had never heard of the Macy’s Day parade before we told her about it.
2. Jazz had never heard of the Macy’s Day parade before I told her about it.
3. This is so not okay with me.

But, I’m not going to complain about that right now. I just watched the parade and I was kind of stunned by how many terrible singers they had on the various floats. Now I am watching the dog show. I mean, I really don’t understand dog shows.
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(Drafted before day at the J’s)
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So, the J’s.
Define: Chaos.
Many small children running around a house, trying to kill each other/steal each other’s clothing/steal Zsa’s phone and go through her text messages/interrogate the older children about their love lives.
Yeah. Things calmed down by the end of the night, they turned on “Night At The Museum” and it was all good. I ate so much food. I had turkey and stuffing and gravy and pie. That doesn’t sound like that much, but I had it in mass quantities. There were 30 people there. The table (yes, we all fit at one table) was the biggest table I have ever seen. I hung out with the little 7 year olds and this one other girl who was there… She was 14 and we talked about books and how much it sucks to be a freshman. Anyway, it was a pretty good turkey day. I hope you all had a great time.

Because it’s turkey day and stuff, a list of things I’m thankful for:
- Friends
- M’family
- Coffee
- Tea
- Orange tic tacs
- Sweetriot
- Starbucks
- Libraries
- Books
- The internet
- Google
- Wikipedia
- MLIA
- Twitter
- Loud music
- Food
- YWP
- R2
- Chinese class
- French class
- iPods
- The cold
- Snow
- Funny things
- Computers in general
- Winter
- Fall
- Doodles
- Good moods
- Good weeks
- Good Days
- Happiness
- Minimalism
- Movies
- Music
- Pasta
- Soliloquies