Hope Deferred

"He will.’ It may not be today, That God Himself shall wipe our tears away, Nor, hope deferred, may it be yet tomorrow He’ll take away our cup of earthly sorrow; But, precious promise, He has said He will, If we but trust Him fully-and be still. "We, too, as He, may fall, and die unknown; And e’en the place we fell be all unshown, But eyes omniscient will mark the spot Till empires perish and the world’s forgot. Then they who bore the yoke and drank the cup In fadeless glory shall the Lord raise up. God’s word is ever good; His will is best:- The yoke, the heart all broken-and then rest." -Claudius L. Chilton

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From a Bush to a King

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They Who Dares Wins

"It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare; it is because we do not dare that they are difficult." Seneca

Hmmm...well in a week when the depressive levels have been so thick you could stand a spoon in them, thought to sign off this week, on a light note. Anyone who does five of these or more, gets an A) for maximum effort. And please report back and let us know how it went. Pics would be good too.

1) Run one lap around the office at top speed.

2) Ignore the first five people who say 'good morning' to you.

3) Phone someone in the office you barely know, leave your name and say, "Just called to say I can't talk right now. Bye."

4) To signal the end of a conversation, clamp your hands over your ears and grimace.

5) Walk sideways to the photocopier.

6) While riding in a lift, gasp dramatically every time the doors open.

7) Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.

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Decisions, decisions.....

I hate decisions. I can't even decide which tape or cd to listen to at any one time out of the pile I pick up. And I made one today. A major one. Probably the only major one I've ever made in my life, as I don't believe in all that "deciding for Christ" tosh. But, I've decided to do something that even when healthy as compared to now, I swore I'd never do. As I like it here, and its a nice garden for dogs etc. But, I'm MOVING HOME! And will be living "on my own" also for the first time in my life. A bit ironic that I am now sooo sooo old, (by many standards) and have made my first major decision when this ill, AND its not one I would choose to do any time even when well because there is stress involved and don't feel up to the job. But, ole Deejay is moving out! With pops in tow. And the British govt should be soo grateful to me, for saving them about twenty five thousand pounds on the work they were going to do on this house to accomodate accessibility issues since I became disabled. (Tony Blair may bow if he likes) Im hoping to get me and my dad moved into separate but same complex apartments in an assisted facility unit. My dad is 86 and yet as fit as a flea. Off out every day cos he wants to not because he has to. And the thought of moving is somewhat scary, the thought of being in a place alone at nite after only ever doing it for two nites in my entire life when my dad was in hospital is somewhat scary too. But, I can't carry on here, struggling physically from day to day, with no one around to help when I need them to. And I was thinking about the "no dogs allowed" policy these places generally have. And I don't have a dog at the moment. Alas poor scampi went to that great kennel yonder almost two years ago. But I had planned on getting one towards the end of the year. And if these places have a "no dogs allowed" policy as they do seem to have, well I had planned to get my dog from Dogs for the Disabled so as well as being cute and furry they were actually some use and help too, (most dogs I had would sit in front of the TV swigging beer all nite if it was in their nature to do so) but these dogs from this site above have the same acreditation and rights as guide dogs for the blind/seeing eye dogs, so I figure one of those would be allowed.

If anyone wants to buy a 3 bedroom home in Merry Ole England with a nice view and a golfcourse backing onto the garden, and in the words of Mrs Bucket, "room for a pony" then please put your bids in now.

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More...

More holiness give me, more strivings within. More patience in suffering, more sorrow for sin. More faith in my Savior, more sense of His care. More joy in His service, more purpose in prayer. More gratitude give me, more trust in the Lord. More zeal for His glory, more hope in His Word. More tears for His sorrows, more pain at His grief. More meekness in trial, more praise for relief. More purity give me, more strength to o’ercome, More freedom from earth-stains, more longings for home. More fit for the kingdom, more useful I’d be, More blessèd and holy, more, Savior, like Thee.

I was reading The Parable of The Rich man and Lazarus today in Luke 16 and how Lazarus was in utter poverty during his life, yet had his eternal reward. Its easy when under severe affliction to lose sight of the real blessing any of us have, as with an eye on Heaven, we still have to get thruogh this life here, and often its hard to believe that affliction of this severity can come from the hand of the loving God. Yet someone said to me today, when I was talking to them of feeling loss, that they know no one else being prepared as much as I am for Heaven, as I have nothing left here to hold me. And later on was reading in James 2 too, how God chose the poor to be rich in faith. (Calvin's commentary on these relevant verses will be at Reformers Corner tomorrow and the next day.) And sometimes it seems longing for Heaven so much when there seems nothing at all here to see as good, becomes an added affliction. Cos you can't just get up and go there now. And yet sometimes you long for release so much, that nowhere else BUT Heaven seems tolerable. And yet, if not for this illness I don't think my faith would have ever become a real, true, living faith, and theres' very little like feeling you have one foot in the grave so often for making you fix your eyes on and put the other foot moving towards Heaven. And yes, lifes empty hard and like Lazarus, ridden with sores, that at times threaten to fester up to boiling point, but same as any other believer, no matter how it seems at any given time, no matter how afflicted and beaten down by life, the greater good is still mine. When every bone in my body screams out against being here in this condition, the Greater Good, (our Lord) keeps me. And sometimes you feel like an unruly horse being broken in, and not wanting to be broke, you buck and kick against it, yet God has been long suffering and patient in however much I've kicked against circumstances, and can I imagine getting through this, with hope of nothing better laying ahead? That would seem unthinkable and would be more than unbearable. So its hard to see the good sometimes, especially when we know what we feel, and it goes against all reason to believe anything different. But faith ain't by sight.

"Reason should direct and appetite obey. " Cicero

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To Live

"To die -- without the Dying And live -- without the Life This is the hardest Miracle Propounded to Belief." Emily Dickinson

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Living and dying in vain

"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live." Norman Cousins

Today's been tough. Physicaly as always, emotionally terribly so. A mixture of realizations, how hopeless everything seems, how you're never going to make it, and be a Christian of any account. And weeping more rivers of tears. You know God says He has a plan for everyone of His people. Yet looking back, into the long lost pain-filled years gone by, you can see His hand clearly, yet, the pain of it which still reaches over into today, is like an open gaping trap door waiting to pull you back through it and someetimes never far away. And the clock ticks on and forever more of the rivers of tears. And you have no idea where your life went, the hopes and dreams that all got dashed. Not just some of them, but each and every one of them. And you see no point whatsoever in getting out of bed tomorrow. Knowing that tomorrow and all the tomorrows after it, will be thus. And the illness itself is a nitemare to cope with, but feel sure it will be a broken heart and spirit that will kill you. People who live in this degree of pain, in often only one area of there body, often opt for euthansia if the option is there either legally or illegally. And that thought never crosses your mind, cos of your pain wracked body. But the isolation, the brokeness, the feeling no good to God nor man syndrome, utterly useless to everyone and everything including oneself, seems more unbearable by the day. And you don't long for release from this body so much, as you long for release from the depth of the hurt inside.

Hour after hour, day after day, week after week, and month after month. Shut within four walls. Sick and not part of the world and in some ways totally alone on a human level. What was the point of any of it? What was all that before worth to anyone? Prisons have chapels where the prisoners can gather on the LD and be amongst other Christians. My prison has no escape from what seems like a portal to hell. And when the "other voices" show up, telling you you'd be better off dead and are really a useless piece of junk, (edited version to be polite) its almost a welcome relief to hear another voice, even tho its like opening a door to an axe-murderer. And you try to hold onto and believe that God DOES have a plan for your life. But it gets harder as the going gets tougher. And you want release and for it all to be over. As tho the bodily things are a hell of their own to deal with every single day, it seems futile to be kept here, useless to God, everyone, society and the world. And its very hard to feel wanted because you know how sick you are, you know how the few people who genuinely do care for you would not walk away at this time, but you don't want them or anyone else to feel obligated or burdened, and the constant fear of being totally alone in this world, from day to day as far as humanity goes, takes root stronger. And you know part of it is in how you've responded to your suffering over a long period of time, you've driven a wedge there that shouldn't be. And the ironic thing is, that the wedge got made, because of this very fear of being left alone and feeling unloved and unwanted. And the few that's left, won't go unless I tell them to, as its not part of who they are, and you can't do that, as the weight is too great already to bear any more loss, so release from this body is all their is. Release from pain and suffering and affliction and grief and a whole lot more, and a release of the burden I feel this whole thing is to others. How Long O' Lord. How Long?

2Vanity[b] of vanities, says the Preacher,
vanity of vanities! All is vanity.
3What does man gain by all the toil
at which he toils under the sun?
4A generation goes, and a generation comes,
but the earth remains forever.
5The sun rises, and the sun goes down,
and hastens[c] to the place where it rises.
6The wind blows to the south
and goes around to the north;
around and around goes the wind,
and on its circuits the wind returns.
7All streams run to the sea,
but the sea is not full;
to the place where the streams flow,
there they flow again.
8All things are full of weariness;
a man cannot utter it;
the eye is not satisfied with seeing,
nor the ear filled with hearing.
9What has been is what will be,
and what has been done is what will be done,
and there is nothing new under the sun.
10Is there a thing of which it is said,
"See, this is new"?
It has been already
in the ages before us.
11There is no remembrance of former things,[d]
nor will there be any remembrance
of later things[e] yet to be
among those who come after. [Ecl 1:2-11]

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Maid of Constant Sorrow

[Man of Constant Sorrow/Girl of Constant Sorrow” or “East Virginia Blues”]

OTHER NAMES: “Farewell Song;” “I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow;” Same tune as “Girl of Constant Sorrow” Life of Sorrow ; Maid of Constant Sorrow;

Man of Constant Sorrow -- Richard Burnett's Story

I am a man of constant sorrow,
I've seen trouble all of my days;
I'll bid farewell to old Kentucky,
The place where I was born and raised.

Oh, six long year I've been blind, friends.
My pleasures here on earth are done,
In this world I have to ramble,
For I have no parents to help me now.

So fare you well my own true lover,
I fear I never see you again,
For I'm bound to ride the Northern Railroad,
Perhaps I'll die upon the train.

Oh, you may bury me in some deep valley,
For many year [sic] there I may lay.
Oh, when you're dreaming while you're slumbering
While I am sleeping in the clay.

Oh, fare you well to my native country,
The place where I have loved so well,
For I have all kinds of trouble,
In this vain world no tongue can tell.

Dear friends, although I may be a stranger,
My face you may never see no more;
But there's a promise that is given,
Where we can meet on that beautiful shore.

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Innovations

I want one of these!! A Jet-Propelled Wheelchair!

I can just imagine whizzing along to the local shops in this at up to sixty miles per hour!! Would be so much easier on the ole arms!!! Not to mention terrorizing all the local neighbourhood kitties!! Full Story Click Here

And One of these!!! He sounds more physically able than me. I wonder if he could cut my lawn. But for two hundred bucks, don't seem a fantastic price. Full Story Click Here: What a guy! Today Wowwee Robotics division gave us a first peek at Robosapien 2. As promised by Mark Tilden, Robosapien’s creator, the new version has some great new features including much more agility, improved ability to talk and interact with others, and a fun new laser tracking feature. Like it’s the original Robosapien the Robosapien V2 is destined to be a hit toy for 2005.

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All in the Mind

Well, most folks know I was wrongly diagnosed as schizophrenic from a child. The illness I have gives schizophrenic like symptoms. Hence part of the medical confusion. But, the experience of schizophrhrenia has been created in virtual reality. Click Here for full story. (Intro below) Of course ever having the label schizoprhenic is not useful or helpful to anyone. Some folks heare the word and think you must be a raving loonie. Others don't believe you can hear voices that no one else can, so by implication, you are making it up and are a liar. Which is real nice when one may be being tormented by the voices at the time. And other folks think the voices must be those of demons. Well, it is like living with demons, but any one has a good whack on the head, they could basically hear things that others cannot for a time. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.


On the Southern coast of Sedig, a medical doctor recreates the nightmarish experience of schizophrenia...
The fear of wrong things begins as a spidery prickle on the back of your neck. You feel a sweet chill, as it begins to skitter up your skull, then becomes a soft, sickly expanding pressure in your chest. This isn’t the kind of fear you feel from most computer games; it’s not like the jack-in-the-box shock you get, for example, when an animated ghoul pops its head out from behind a dark corner. This is a cloying, helpless, desperate panic, and it’s no fun at all.
The Virtual Hallucinations building arrived on Sedig's southern shoreline a few days ago (coordinates: 45, 25), but I had a chance to visit the place in August, when the building resided on a private island owned by the medical research arm of a California university. The brainchild of Nash Baldwin—“Nash”, named after John Nash of A Beautiful Mind, for reasons that’ll soon become obvious—the building contains a closely researched recreation of visual and aural hallucinations, based on interviews of real schizophrenics. Baldwin transplanted the simulation to Second Life's public continent, to give residents a chance to try it out, and to collect their feedback afterward (there’s a survey-taking device at the end of the tour), and as I first watched residents enter the doors, yesterday, I wondered if they’d feel the same kind of terror I did, last month.
Fred Extraordinaire, a tall goth with red hair, re-emerges from the building, and pronounces himself “sickened.”
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Pics for Today

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What's your Smurf handle?

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The Rebel Soldier

IN THE LIBBY PRISON SADLY Air: Bingen on the Rhine
(As recorded by Charlie Moore)

In the Libby prison, sadly, a dying Soldier lay;
He had borne himself right bravely through many a bloody fray,
But wasted by oppress on, and cruelty and want,
His frame that was so stalwart, was worn and frail and gaunt!

He call'd his Comrade to him, and whisper'd with a sigh:
'A message I must send to those I love before I die."
'This portrait of my Mary--it has never left my breast;--
When I am in my Coffin on my bosom it must rest;

But cut a lock from off my head, and give it to my wife,
And tell her that I dearly bought my honour with my life!
I thought again to clasp her--but my end is drawing nigh--
And a message I must send to her of love before I die:--

"Here's the Bible, Mother gave me--it has been my shield and stay,--
I have read it as she bade me often since I've been away;
Take it back unto her, Comrade;--with my blood its leaves are stain'd,
But tell her 'twas my comforter so long as life remained!

When she sees this relic of her boy, a tear will dim her eye,--
But a message to my Mother I must send before I die:--
"And tell my children, comrade--though in Libby's cell I sink,
I'd rather be a captive here than from my duty shrink!

Bid them to bless the UNION for which their father fell,
And evermore to guard the FLAG which he has lov'd so well!
Come nearer--nearer Comrade--we'll meet again--good-bye!
But mind and take the messages I send before I die!"
Then the rebel soldier died.


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Google Suggest

Last year it was Froogle, now its Google Suggest. (looks interesting at least)

Crazy Calvinist--signing off.
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Tom and Jerry Rule! Ok!

I lurve cartoons. Scooby Doo, Tom and Jerry, bugs bunny, Goofy etc. I don't watch many mind you!

But, I do like the adventures of Tom and Jerry. They soo cute! And these days, any TV favourite either past or present of course, online you can find tons! Not that I look for this kind of thing much! But, I came across an official Tom and Jerry site today! And what a boon!! A few weeks ago during the early hours of one Sat morn and flicking through the channels came across Tom and Jerry kids.. (pic below) but for any other Tom and Jerry fans, this site is worth checking out. And they tried to ban this cartoon saying it was too violent for children to watch. Piffle, poppycock and balderdash! So they give us machine gun toting, mutant ninja turtles instead! ahem. But this site, is fun. Click Here

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Talented Pets

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friends, loneliness and spiritual friendships.

"The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing... not healing,not curing... that is a friend who cares." Henri Nouwen

I used to think people who admitted to being lonely must be very sad people. Thinking we only needed ourselves and in fact were quite often better off when you never made yourself vulnerable to being hurt, or let down by having friends. My life meant for many years not being around peers. And if you didn't let anyone close, anyone in, they couldn't hurt you, right?

Boy what a totally off the wall view!

People need friends, and to let themselves be vulnerable, and if being vulnerable you survive in that friendship it gives one a confidence new understanding about what real friendship is. And no one is dysfunctional through needing and wanting friends, in fact, they are never more like Jesus who surrounded himself by 12 friends who never really understood Him, or "got it" when he made some deep aching statement deep from his heart. They always let him down, and yet, he loved them, and the friendships of Jesus and His disciples is a prototype to what Spiritual friendships endure and how they grow and the unbreakable chasm that bonds those friendships. When Jesus said in Luke 12 He had come to undergo a baptism and how distressed He was until it was completed, His disciples didn't "get it" at all. And yet, though they didn't get the secrets of His heart, he continued to share His deepest longings and fears and the friendships endured into eternity.

And what kind of friendships except those of the spiritual kind can press you when you don't want to be. Can hold you accountable when you want to do your own thing? But Hebrews 3:13 says exactly how much we need folks to stop us being deceived. Friends don't need to approve of our every move. And if they do, I would feel somewhat suspicious.

Sometimes, I feel so alone in this disease. As A) its so rare and are never likely to meet another person with it face to face. B) I'm housebound for the present and past few months. So these four walls is often all there is, which in this degree of pain can often seem weightier simply cos of being and feeling so alone. The days can be hard, and the nites harder when sleep is so hard to come by.

And sometimes when talking with friends I so feel they "don't get it" and often proclaim this loudly. But had never really considered before that exactly the same kind of scenario in only Jesus understanding really the cup He had to drink, and when He talked lf it with His friends they more or less scratched their heads and certainly didn't really understand it at all.

And the other thing about Spiritual friendships. They are not just made they are discovered. With a centre of truth between you. A common love for God and a common goal in life. Friendships are the one kind of relationship not forced upon you. As if you are in love your whatever you call it that makes you attracted to the other person is forcing the relationship upon you. Family are forced upon us by birth. . But there's that old maxim that you can choose your friends and not your family.

So, yes, sometimes in this disease and everything that goes with it. I feel so alone and it seems to be half the weight of the affliction in coping alone with it for the most part or in a real way. And sometimes my most frustrating moments in the company of friends, can be coos I feel as if they "don't get it" and never will. And Jesus is our best friend too. But loneliness is not a sin or being in any way dysfunctional. Cos if you read the Gospels, and the life of Jesus Christ, we are never more like Him than when we are with friends sharing our hearts and hopes and dreams. And wanting people of like mind, in our lives, is probably the one feeling the one emotion that doesn't have sin at the root of it.

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Pushing boundaries

I have had a love-hate relationship with the TV for donkeys years. Too much of it when very young, and actually spendng more time in front of it than I need to breeds resentment. And TV is a bit like watching other peoples lives go by, rather than getting on with ones own. I recently heard someone describe it as Satan's instrument in the living room, and it was a pretty accurate depiction. UK TV and what is allowable and what is not before it goes beyond the bounds of decency from what I know is allowed to go much further than they are in America. Even the commercials have nudity in them. And what is supposed to be family viewing at around seven PM they have soap operas which is full of homoseuxality, teen pregnancies and a host of other things that children or young folks should be protected from rather than these programmes geared towards them.

Last nite, the BBC aired Jerry Springer the musical. I didn't see it I hasten to add. Here is a just bit as regards this broadcast:

BBC 2 plans to broadcast Jerry Springer, The Opera immediately after Christmas. This musical, notorious for containing over 8,000 expletives, depicts the characters of Jesus, Mary and God as self-centred sexual deviants who give and receive extreme verbal abuse and a horrific series of blasphemies all in the name of comedy. The show's artistic director admits that it is a deliberate attack on good taste and the BBC concedes that the intended broadcast "pushes back the boundaries of taste and decency". Nevertheless, the show is planned to be transmitted without any cuts.

It went ahead and aired despite the enormous protests against and picketing of the BBC and the voice of decency and the Christian voice was completely ignored. And the director of the BBC Mark Thompson who the programme would have to get past also claims to be a Christian. Full Story We have to pay a licence fee over here just to be able to watch TV. You can't watch it without a licence or you are breaking the law. Its over a hundred pounds per year. But its only because the BBC is commercial free. So, the licence fee goes towards being able to air this type of garbage, I would rather that the BBC lost its none commercial status, and funded its own depravity.

And earlier in the week. Our longest running police series which is kind of a mix between a police soap opera and drama also had a theme of controversy. It had its first "gay wedding" and one of the men ginvolved in the programmed is portrayed as being a Christian. And whil skimming breakfast TV one day last week I saw that the before he got married some of his friends from his church, kidnapped " the groom" in an effort to talk him out of going so against what the Bible teaches about the homosexual lifestyle. It was billed as a good theological debate and aspect. So, I vdo'd it to see how it turned out. The guy who kidnapped " the groom" turned out to be a hateful bigot just using his bible to hide behind and was presented as somewhat of an unloving fanatic. And because of THAT, that gave room for the homosexual story and lifestyle to be promoted only in a positive light and live and let live manner. Full Story We can of course register our protests to things like these two broadcasts. But it really makes very little difference to the final outcome of if they get aired or not. But I do it at least, knowing theres very little else one can do in these type of situations.

As the by-line on my blog says. Thoughts on life, society, the world going to hell in a handbasket, and lots of other "deep" stuff ...
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My Hero!

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Oops

Sometimes this last three years, when doctors were completely mystified by my illness, it felt after a life time of them never knowing properly the reason for my different and varied symptoms, that if I had have died, they'd have stood around after saying "Oops"

And now medical helps suchas it is, but at least recongition is nearly here. Tho its likely to be another three months at least before under proper medical care. And sometimes the "oops" still comes to mind as seeming appropriate for them to say. And sometimes on days like today, spent in agonizing pain, throwing up, and half the day drifting in and out conciousness, and just taking the stuff to manage the symptoms rather than any proper help being there, the above inscription of "She told you she was ill" also seems appropriate. Its hard to be so alone and so sick. And its hard sometimes when it reaches extremeties, even tho closer now than at any time in my life for them to be able to help more appropriately to know you could literally die, for want of any proper medical care being in place.
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The Final Insult

The Shadow People

Great wits are sure to madness near allied - And thin partitions do their bounds divide John Dryden

This gave me the eebiejeebies, or as we say to mean the equivalent in the U.K the willies. I was surfing but found it by accident, at a time when these shadows have been jumping out at me, all through the day, all through the nite, and waking me feeling terroized in sleep. Now of course I do not think or even suspect I see these s0-called "Shadow people" are not a dumb bunny you know. It was just the descriptive balance with stuff ongoing for several months now that was uncannily accurate for a piece of hocus pocus. But don't they say truth is stranger than fiction? The Shadow People

Sometimes when this kind of thing is so persistent, as its been there to some degree for over a year, but was very brief, always only at nite, and only ever if exhausted at first. But as its got more persistent since then, and often never stops day or nite, I wonder about if I end up going crazy with this illness. I've been there before, and tho they had no idea what ailed me then, and gave me a wrong mental illness label, is it any better to be truly mad through physical causes? If the phyiscal causes are not going to go away, then it would seem to me that the madness would be permanent. As I noted before on this blog, Click here King George III of England who had the same desease spent over 30 years as mad. And they had no idea what was wrong with him either. It was only a few short years ago, they proved he had porphyria by testing on samples so many centuries after his death. That silly ole kipper would have been perfectly okay, if not for using arsenic to glue his wig on. As that was the factor that by all accounts made him acquire it. I have no intent of going mad. But the factors of long ago, when madness was all there was, and knowing exactly what the affects of this desease can be, and knowing the fate and life of the most famous porphyric in history, along with visual disturbances and hearing things that make no real sense, can't help but have some element of intrepidation. And I guess to me at least, when spending so many years believing I was properly mad, because the quacks got it wrong, and then being given faith and hope through the blood of Christ, and yet not wanting to give up being mad in one sense, and yet being forced to by my new world view, if madness came back in the end, and took hold permanently, somehow it would feel like the final ironic insult.

Psalm 23

1The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.[a]
3He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness[b]
for his name's sake.


4Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,[c]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.



5You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6Surely[d] goodness and mercy[e] shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell[f] in the house of the LORD
forever.[g]

[listen to Psalm being sung on by clicking play button on media player console]

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The Many faces of Whacko Jacko

"Madness takes its toll. Please have exact change." Anonymous

I was no fan of Michael Jackson or the Jackson five when younger. They were okay but he was no Donny Osmond! And yet to hear him sing Ben, both now and then, cos it about a cute little puppy dog can at times move me to tears, remembering another cute little puppy dog.

But he did look normal, by comparisons to his changes through the years. This website is a graphical pictorial look, along with witty commentary, on the changing faces through the years of Whacko Jacko. Click Here

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