Rod Sterling was certainly a man, well ahead of, his time. This retelling of the most infamous Charles Dicken´s classic "A Christmas Carol," is chilling and amazingly spot on, as to where we are, this very moment in the state of the world.
It may seems very slow moving to many, and dull and outdated in some of parts, but if you truly watch it and stick with it, you will find that we he predicated, most, has already come to pass.
And, this was made people, well before Trump was event thought of, yet the world still turned out, well, the United States, especially, turned out with the same frame of mind.
It is not just people who have a mind-set of Trump, it is also for people who think that they are so "liberal minded, " yet in reality, are just as closed minded. There are still "enemies", in their minds as well.
Why do we even have to have enemies at all. It is a creation that keeps us bound as those who want you to believe conservatively or liberally want to keep you in a state of...a perpetual enemy and the "other."
And, as long as we have that, how can we ever be truly free. Truly have peace on earth and goodwill to men. This question I challenge to all.
In peace and love in keeping with the true season,
The day the President died. It was November 22, 1963. I was two weeks from turning three years old. It must be my first memory as a child, and I remember it, ever so well.
I was the only one home with my mother, and I was sitting on her lap while we were watching President Kennedy and his wife Jacquelyn Kennedy, on that fateful day driving through Dallas, Texas.
My mother loved President Kennedy, and even though I was such a small girl, she instilled that great love into me as well. I loved being on her lap while we were watching this on the television set. For, some reason, I ran to my room, I think to grab my favorite stuffed animal.
It was durning this very short time, that I heard my mother yell out and then into a deep, deep sobbing screaming, "the President has been shot, the President has been shot!" I ran so quickly to be with her and found her inconsolable on her knees on the floor.
Those very short moments, have never left my memory since. The intenseness of what my mother felt was so powerful that it remains with me to this day, and I will be 61 next month. I still get quivers in my heart and tears in my eyes remembering.
I may have been so young, but that moment, was one of the most powerful moments in history. It is recorded in my brain and burned upon my heart...it is a day that will live forever...for a man whose legend, will also, live forever.
For you mom, for teaching me to love such a great man.
One of the greatest men to have ever walked this earth, was murdered in front of the eyes of the entire world, on November 22nd, 1963. All of time stopped at this moment and the entire course of human history, up until this horrendous moment, changed forever... This is John Fitzgerald's most well know speech... May God bless this world and bring it back to the mentality of community, rather than individual, selflessness, rather than selfishness, and peace, rather than war...all of these wrongs JFK fought against, and of of these rights..., he fought for. May you be in Peace President Kennedy. May you, and may this world, be in peace forever...
Besides, his brother, Robert F. Kennedy, who also was assassinated, in my feeling, there have been no finer men, nor politicians, than these two. The ending of their lives meant an ending of an era that could have changed the course, of not only our country, but of the entire world. The United States was greatly respected while these two men lived.
The course of world events, changed dramatically, with bullets, bullets to the brain. Both assassinations occurred on live television. I was a part of them both. The world has never been the same since.
So, on November 22nd, I remember John F. Kennedy and I still mourn his loss and all his contributions to the world and the contributions he would have made. We would have lived in a much better world, had he lived.
This is one of the most touching songs that I have ever heard. I have never been a soldier, but he makes one feel so deeply what a soldier goes through. It is not all glory. Just listen to what he says and you see, what he feels inside, even with his uniform off. The uniform of a soldier.
Today is Veteran´s Day, and although, I am a peace loving individual and detest war that is so unnecessary, I still honor our Veterans with my full heart.
Their lives are not an easy one and the consequences of war, live within them and their loved ones. I ought know. I am the mother of two sons, two Veterans.
So, this is simple, and just to the point. On, this day please remember those who have or still put on their military uniform and do battle in one form or another each day.
My love goes out to all Veterans today, November 11th.
This will be a short and simple writing tonight. I discovered this group, Hothouse Flowers, an Irish Rock band, while watching a beloved British series. I fell in love with their songs immediately. So, I would love to share this beautiful one with you.
"Things of Beauty," are all around us. From, a tiny pebble on the ground, to the grandest sunset in the sky. The enormous beauty, of this earth, of the skies above, of the people we love, and the people we pass on this streets, you can always find beauty somewhere or in someone.
Look for it, even while you are driving, taking your dog for a walk, walking, hand in hand, with a loved one, you will see beauty all around. I promise!
Whether, you are one, who believes in miracles or not, whether you are Catholic, or not, this is my story of a miracle, that happened to me, just recently, a miracle, I desperately needed.
I have been, in deep despair, for many years now, and it became, even more intense, these past few months. It was a pain, so devouring, that I would not wish this pain upon anyone. I was in a daze, and haze, of disbelief, and utter sadness, day after day. I was not coping well. I just, did not know, what to do with, the dagger in my heart.
Since, I am Catholic, I do believe in the Virgin Mary, very deeply. Yet, my faith had been floundering for years. I felt that God, the Universe, the Heavens, the Angels, and the Saints, had all abandoned me. I felt so alone within my soul. And, this burning pain, seemed like a punishment, but I could not understand why?
There is a movie called "The Song of Bernadette." It is the story of the Lady of Lourdes and of Saint Bernadette. It is an old classic film and I have seen it many a time, but just the other week, I watched again, but this time, new eyes came upon me. I saw the film, and understood the story, in a completely different light. My mother, always loved me, to watch this movie, for it's innocence and gentleness of Bernadette and Our Lady of Lourdes is ever so touching.
I began to cry during the film, and a sense of peace and transformation, came over, my deeply scorched and torn heart. Light and healing began to take over, and the tears of beauty, that I felt, had begun replacing, my so many, tears of pain.
I decided to go to the Official Website of Our Lady of Lourdes..https://www.lourdes-france.org/en/i-am-the-immaculate-conception/
There, I learned, even more of her story, and read the prayer, to Our Lady of Lourdes, and this is when the miracle really set into my heart. Reading her prayer, was unbelievably healing, and more tears flowed. For, I felt cleansing, beauty, healing, hope, and once again, faith.
I was ready to give up on faith, on God, on this pain never healing, but is healing. My faith is restored and all of this, for me is, a great miracle. I am so grateful.
No, matter what form it takes, when you are feeling such deep pain and little hope, please, please remember, that there is some light, some miracle that will lift you. That is why, no matter how dark, it can get, we must keep going and searching for the spark of light. It may not come when you want it to, but if you just keep going, if will come, in a form that is meant just for you.
I hope, this little story of mine, helps you, with your struggles. Please do not think in any way, I am saying, you need to be Catholic and believe, as I believe, no. My message to you is...keep that bit of strength, that you have in the hardest of times, and you will find peace and hope once again. Each of us has our own ways of finding it, mine just happened to be this story, I shared.
I send to all of you many blessing of hope and miracles,
