He swims. He gnaws. He builds dams. He moves us with his intelligence and grace. He is the Wily Beaver. And he is here to INTUBATE us all.
Friday, March 25, 2005
The metaphor of the bowl: Think of a bowl in the sun, but with a veil upon it. The veil is creating darkness or dimness inside the bowl. In the bowl there are billions of entities dwelling in this darkness. Many of them survive within a "dark paradigm," for they've been in the dark for eons. Some actually "eat" darkness [a standard Kryon metaphor that means that darkness sustains them and their biology]. Therefore, their lives are accustomed to the dark, and depend on it.
These entities, which survive in the dark, stay away from light because they can't survive in the light - not with the "dark biology" they have developed. Now, in this bowl, there are still some who seek the light and hold the light, but they're fewer, since darkness is the way of the bowl, and has been for a very long time. Therefore, those who choose the paradigm of light struggle more. It's a harder life.
Now in this metaphor, we'll say that suddenly the veil is taken away, and the bowl is flooded with light. The very first thing that happens is chaos for those who can no longer find dark sustenance! They'll be very angry that their "norm" has been upset. Next, many more light entities develop in the bowl because they've seen this light and they're absorbing it. Like seeds planted at night, they were waiting for the sun to come up, and they're responding. These are the ones who were never quite pleased with the dim light of the past.
These entities, which survive in the dark, stay away from light because they can't survive in the light - not with the "dark biology" they have developed. Now, in this bowl, there are still some who seek the light and hold the light, but they're fewer, since darkness is the way of the bowl, and has been for a very long time. Therefore, those who choose the paradigm of light struggle more. It's a harder life.
Now in this metaphor, we'll say that suddenly the veil is taken away, and the bowl is flooded with light. The very first thing that happens is chaos for those who can no longer find dark sustenance! They'll be very angry that their "norm" has been upset. Next, many more light entities develop in the bowl because they've seen this light and they're absorbing it. Like seeds planted at night, they were waiting for the sun to come up, and they're responding. These are the ones who were never quite pleased with the dim light of the past.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
It is a new era for home schooling.
Spelling bee winner creates buzz about virtual schools - RAY PARKER, Naples News
Sam Lawson can go to school in his pajamas. His daily commute to classes is measured in steps rather than miles. For this eighth-grader, the schoolhouse includes some self-discipline along with a computer, under the watchful eye of his mother. It works for him.
The Florida Virtual Academy is one of two public cyberschools that offer online learning for students his age. The Lawsons enjoy the flexibility of the program and say it gives them more control over their children's education. The virtual schools, just into their second year, are a radical departure from the traditional model of public education and have attracted some critics, such as teachers' unions.
Spelling bee winner creates buzz about virtual schools - RAY PARKER, Naples News
Sam Lawson can go to school in his pajamas. His daily commute to classes is measured in steps rather than miles. For this eighth-grader, the schoolhouse includes some self-discipline along with a computer, under the watchful eye of his mother. It works for him.
The Florida Virtual Academy is one of two public cyberschools that offer online learning for students his age. The Lawsons enjoy the flexibility of the program and say it gives them more control over their children's education. The virtual schools, just into their second year, are a radical departure from the traditional model of public education and have attracted some critics, such as teachers' unions.
Monday, March 21, 2005
Sunday, March 20, 2005
I don't have any little pink socks myself, but as a symbolic gesture I've buried one of my own socks in my parents' back yard this morning - right next to poor Isabel, who I ran over, and on the other side of Romeo, who I also ran over but with a different vehicle, and below Rodah, who Matt Woo ran over.
I'll never forgive you for running her over Matt Woo. I loved that cat.
I'll never forgive you for running her over Matt Woo. I loved that cat.
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