PRESIDENT OBAMA - BE BETTER THAN BUSH ! - SAVE OUR WILDLIFE AND WILD LANDS

URGENT - HELP WOLVES NOW! PLEASE SIGN THIS AND TELL PRESIDENT OBAMA WE LOVE OUR WILDLIFE - WE VOTED HIM IN TO PROTECT THEM! BE BETTER THAN BUSH! THAT WAS THE POINT OF VOTING YOU IN!

Research The Facts Of History - In Historical Novels and Historical Films

FIRST - HORSES NEED OUR HELP NOW!

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Most of our historical fiction is just that - fiction.

Even on The History Channel, so much so-called history is factually inaccurate, that I suggest that everyone do what I do - research the subjects and find out the real truth. It makes these histories more enjoyable and we should all teach kids to research facts.

It will make them learn to think and not to just take what they hear and see without a grain of salt.

The old adage to believe half of what you see and none of what you hear is a good byword for life - especially in historical movies !

For instance, in the film, "The Other Boleyn Girl", they made what were really two girls put forth as concubines by their family, as was common in those days, into rivals, bitches, and they reversed many facts about them.

Here are some facts:

Facts on The Boleyn Girls:

MARY WAS OLDER THAN ANNE BOLEYN

MARY DIED BEFORE ANNE

LITTLE ELIZABETH WAS RAISED AT COURT

So, while we can admire the way writers take the truth and twist it into their own tales, let's all learn the truth by researching the facts in everything. 

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Dog Poem - For Dog Lovers Everywhere - by Ocean

OUR DOGS AT SHORE

(A poem for our rescued half-Labrador Retriever and his Brother, a rescued half-Rottie)

- by Ocean, http://www.ToOcean.com, http://www.OceanPoetry.com

    And, vist http://www.OurSunny.com, for Dog Health Information, a homage to our Boys

OUR DOGS AT SHORE, BY OCEAN

CAVORTING,

RUNNING,

ECSTASY !

THEY COME AND 

THROW THEMSELVES

AT ME,

AND WILD IMPLORE

THE BALL ONCE MORE

TO TOSS IT OUT TO SEA

GO FETCH !

RETRIEVE !

THEIR REVELRY

CAN SCARCE

CONTAIN

WITHIN THEIR FRAMES,

AND JOYOUS BARKS

BRING OUT THE GRINS

OF US AND OTHERS

WATCHING THEM,

LIKE THEIR PALS

THE DOLPHIN POD

AT OUR OWN BEACH,

THEY GAZE AND NOD

AND KNOW THEM WELL,

OUR BOY DOGS,

AND JOIN THEM THERE

AND WE, AS ONE,

AMONG THE SKIES

THE THRILLING WAVES,

THE RUSHING SWELLS,

THE SHUFFLED AIR,

OUR SUNNY’S EYES

MAKE US HIS SLAVES,

AND HAPPINESS

HAS NEVER COME

IN SUCH HUGE,

OVERWHELMING SUM !

CosmicFix Magazine

CosmicFix Magazine

Spirituality - our connection to the universe - to the cosmos surrounding us like a great sea.

They tell us it's empty, that it's airless, a void, and yet, the luminous stars are there, shining, burning with energy, beaming intensively, like our own Sun.

Even if being cosmic only means that we stand in awe at the hugeness of everything beyond us, that we shudder at the mysteries we can barely contemplate, that we, lying on grassy hillsides at nights, savor starry showers and lunar limbos, we love the idea of the Almighty and His creations.

And yet, experience tells us that there is more than what we reason should be happening in our own lives - and our yen for spiritual connection with the unseen takes us on voyages of imagination, seeking answers to these open questions.

Religiosity alone does not always quench our curiosity, and faith, as exquisite a gift as it is, sometimes is not enough.

Questing itself is seen by some as irreligious, and yet, God, being immense as He is, must understand our need to know Him, and can't we learn more about our universal home and still be faithful to our beliefs ?

CosmicFix Magazine, a wonderful online source of ideas and articles, asks for submissions from writers who love to explore these areas : cosmic thought, astronomy, inspiration, E.S.P., psychic phenomena, cultural differences, world religions, inner worlds, intentional thought and acquisition or consequences, "The Secret", the history of intellectual investigation into synchronicity,  Jungian ideas, personal experiences with the beyond, ghosts, premonitions, wraiths, stories on these themes, and poetry involving the cosmic realms.

Writing and Writers- Article by Ocean

Writers and Writing - Article by Ocean

 Most of us write something on something. Even if it’s raging graffiti or just angsty scribblings of expression or even stick-figuring to let your feelings vent most of us write. Even to stab at the ground with a twig is writing. Or even air writing to trace the stars at night. We primates are fingery and holdy about things in our fingers and our fingers are the routes out from the triggers fired off in the brain, so… don’t let anyone tell you he or she doesn’t write. We all do.

 And even before “writing” was invented, we wrote and talked and these noises and vocalizations somehow meandered through eternity fueled by our emotions and found a way out through those limbs down to the old fingers and the famous opposing thumb. Alphabets aside, thinking in words and pictures are the same thing since words stand in for both emotions and for pictures for places and events and for imaginary worlds and airy inventions that haven’t found creation yet.

 Writing is cool, essentially.All animals do it but maybe not as formally as we do.We’ve compartmentalized ourselves into a neat little package of beliefs that are unsubstantiated where we’re always the center of everything. The other animals sit around and wonder at it, I’m sure.

 Anyway, they all express themselves to. Throwing coconuts down onto a meanie’s head is as much writing as is a headline of the New York Times. Head-butting just as much writing as War and Peace.  And a crow squawking on a fence is as much writing as is 50-cent giving out with diatribes as is the Guernica as is Woody Guthrie twanging as is Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises.

 Degrees are the only difference and I just mean – open your mind and notice what a weird thing writing really is, and how cool.

 That a feeling can find it’s way to being into the mind and clothe itself in a made-up picture and into a thought and into a word and into a way to communicate that word.

 Writing is the way out of a lot of things. The pen is mightier than the sword and so many wars and revolutions have been started with just a little written dynamite that the power of the word really speaks for itself – and loudly. Or softly.

 Even though people who never learn to read have way better memories than those who learn to depend on written words, reading still bestows a wealth of experience – a way of mind-reading and time-traveling and understanding that few of the ones who still don’t know how to read would not envy.

 To wield the pencil is to hold power in one’s hand, but to make abstract symbols on paper come alive is quite another thing. The magi among us, the shamans and shamanesses like, for instance, Toni Morrison, who’s captivating power of words ensnared me when I first picked up one of her books somewhere and read only a few lines can literally create worlds through words. Words that  literally climbed out of the page and coalesced into a vine, a living thing, strung with colors and images and wound themselves around my mind and my soul. She is a master.

 There are only a few real masters in, of, any element, and their charisma and skill is well beyond that of ordinary mortals.I want to commend them here. To honor and applaud them and to turn you onto them. Beware their wicked spells, because they really are capable of awesome things.

 Something is at work in our universe that grows out of a certain type of fecundity of spirit. Great writers and other artists have this and it’s far more than mere talent. And works have their own lives to lead. They express themselves. Who knows? Maybe they choose their own vehicles and not the other way around. It certainly feels that way at times.

 I like to write songs, but really, I compose music, and the melodies just sort of create themselves - they just appear in my mind.  And the lytics, too, sort of create themselves and I merely give them expression. Writing is fun on subjects I enjoy, and I don’t include myself in this secret tribe of shamen, by the way, and I advocate it for everyone. We can’t all be geniuses but thankfully we can all enjoy their artistry. I’m going to have this page for links to writings and info on some masters I really admire.

 I’ve gone into other worlds and have been transformed by the magic of many of these writers, so…I’d like to share the secrets of their existence with you. Some are ultra-famous still, others more obscure. I may not keep up with every writer on the new horizons but whenever a book falls into my hand, or an article, and when it begins a life of its’ own, unbidden, I know I’ve stumbled again upon a magician, so..

 I have so many favorite authors – too many to name, but I’ll spotlight a few here. Some are enormously known and some need to be recognized more.Every life is an adventure, and some of these heroes of mine led amazingly interesting lives. Without that sense of adventure, who’d want to read their ideas anyway ?

 The tedious lists of people writing even best-sellers who know absolutely nothing about life don’t interest me any more than do the makers of recipe films or music. In this day of blogdom, everyone writes who can grab onto a laptop. It’s no great feat to string words together in imitative ways or through formulas learned at school.The geniuses still exist, though, who can stir the blood of people seated in easy chairs.This gift is still a marvel, and I’ll focus on the ones I think should be applauded as I continue to find more heroes to exalt in this little Pantheon of mine.

Would you like to know of a great place to post your own writings ? Articles, blogs, and promo on your novels? Visit Novelist, and create your own pages!

It's Only Valentine's Now, So Why Am I Already Having Spring Fever ?

It's in the cosmic atmosphere.

I can just feel it.

Spring is on the way !

Even when, as I usually do, living in the tropics or in the sub-tropics at least, a type of Winter exists, but it's really more than whether the weather has behaved well or not, more than the cold factor - it's our planetary connection to the seasons, to the turning of our own orb, to the placement of the moon - at night, now, I can hardly sleep - the full moon has been reflected in my pool outside, and the double glow of moon and mirror has been so intense, plus the countless reflections of the sea, just outside - I sleep with the curtains drawn - I must know the night sky and the stars are in view - has made the most beauteous flourescent violet light !

So, just lying around and sighing, like some Romantic poet, has been my reaction of late, to the impossibly gorgeous days, with butterflies flitting around each other in circles, couples, in love, talking intimately, no doubt, about how wonderful life is, and newborn leaves coming in, and night-blooming jasmine spreading its' irrepressable charms through a perfume that lures us outside just to breathe it in heady draughts ! What must it do to the moths ?

Night and day, the spells cast by the early Spring is almost too much to bear !

Errands ? Put 'em off!

Chores ? For bores !

Just lying in the clover, gazing up at fleecy clouds is enough - for now.

Soon, the reckless, tumbling tumult of full Springtime will arrive, and even at a far off coast, I'll be thinking of the roar of mountain streams, rushing down through valleys and meadows of tender wildflowers, strewn in enormous blankets, along Colorado's hillsides, of buttercups emerging in wild fields all over the South, of Nesturtiums covering my homeland of California.

I miss it all. Does God use his power like I would ? Does He walk, unnoticed, among each and every country, enjoying His every flower - every field - every tree in blossom ?

Travel is the best we'll ever do. Traveling, and remembering.

Appreciate every day !

As my eldest Brother has reminded me - count the handsful of seasons you have had, and will have, if you're lucky. 

They're very few.

Enjoy this one !