Control Freaks of the world, Unite! (At precisely 10:16.5 A.M.)

I hear you. Really, I do.

You want order and control.

You don't want anyone to be out of step.

You hate clutter and disorderliness.

Dirt bothers you.

You wish everything could be 'just washed'.

You despise disobedience, or at least others getting away with it.

You love rules and keeping them.

You may even create them just so you can keep them.

Compartmentalizing, classifying, stereotyping, judging, weighing.

It's what you do best.

Well, I could just become liquid and slip right through your fingers.

I could turn into sand and escape through the cracks.

I could evaporate into gas and drift through the air.

Free.

Without boundaries.

Birds, bees, bullfrogs, butterflies, blessings...bull?

Please help me see the both sides of this debate.

"Spare the 'rod' and spoil the child."

I hear someone speaking out in the media about the benefit of these methods. (For instance, so obviously in the Disney movie "Chronicles of Narnia, The Dawn Treader".) I can only hope that my feelings on the matter can add another view to the debate. Please know that I understand the 'long-standing tradition' emphasis put on all of this as it has been passed down from man to boy forever and I am completely open to any debate about human sexuality and its evolution.

But among other things, you're going to have to provide proof that 'pranking', 'tagging a$$es' or 'blessing' someone is not harmful, but beneficial to anyone, especially minors.

You'll have to prove that it's not actually turning males against pro-creative, opposite-sex relationships. (Or is that in the 'population control' plan?)

You'll have to prove that it does not create severe dysfunctional sexual hang-ups later in life.

You'll have to prove that it does not facilitate age disparity in future relationships, as well as low self-esteem issues.

I just need to say that, speaking from experience, when you 'discipline', 'tag' or 'rape' someone, you transfer anger to your 'victim'. I call them a victim because you're inflicting not only physical pain, but possible irreparable damage to their psyches as the need for that strong sense of anger as the most dominant emotion will drive their choices in mates. Surely you can see that in later sexual encounters, they will have a longing to feel that same emotion again in a subconscious, self-loathing, or guilt complex fashion. The emotional signature you emit and leave behind usurps love as the driving force in relationships and encourages future domestic violence. The 'love' emotion and connection will no longer register very high on their emotional scale, and what you do in moderation, your disciples will do in excess.

When you dominate physically to get loyalty, respect and your own sense of power, it conveys the use of brute force as an admirable thing and instills in impressionable minds that it is the preferred method of solving problems in life, not logic and reason.

Or...do you still think, as in prehistoric times, that it is the only way we as a species will survive? I think it is obvious that it will be through intelligence, not brute strength, that we will prolong the life-sustaining capacity of Planet Earth and keep the human species alive, perhaps even after the death of the planet.

The Owl goes...Hoo-Hoo!

Questions For The Owls

by Micol Kraft Day

Who will take from them what they have made

Who will roll the incriminating film

Who will have strength to lead the parade Of witnesses and victims

Who will divulge

Uncover

Expose

And then who will care to do justice

Who will truly protect and serve

When they all have a hand in

Who will listen

Who will believe it

Who will take that great of a loss

Who will turn over their own wealth or power to go up against the big boss

Who will say enough is enough

Who will take evidence

Who will realize that it's not their fault

But the fault of the big machine

Who will rip the family ties

Who will be the champion

Who will care more for the masses

Than they do for themselves

For the greater good is why I ask

Who will give their lives to speak out against them?

The Crooked Tree

If I were on the hit list of a thousand and one marauders
If the lynch mob's torches burned for only me
'Twould be worth the saving of even one son or daughter
From the grasping, greedy clutches of their crooked family tree

-Micol Kraft Day

This poem is dedicated to all those in situations where the family, tribe, society, club or group has so oppressed and brainwashed them beyond their own wills that they don't even know that they are being used and abused.

I pray that you will look inside yourself and find the strength to break free. I also pray that those trapped into repeating the cycle themselves will seek help.

For those with knowledge of abuse, sticking your head in the sand is the coward's way out. If you know of it, report it. If you get nowhere with your local authorities, go higher. Sometimes it seems so futile, and corruption seems to go all the way to the top, but don't let that stop you. Keep trying. Praying is good, but there are too many people praying for God to 'set the captives free' and they do nothing more to help. Take a stand! Make it known.

Things that go poof in the night

I've had several dreams that have woken me up out of a sound sleep lately. Here's one I had tonight. (It's almost 3:00 am as I am writing this)



I was in a hospital or doctor's office for a non-emergency medical issue of some sort.



I somehow knew the admitting nurse taking my vital statistics.



I became aware that she was doing something extra, in a bit of a panic-stricken mode.



She injected me with a needle in my lower side and started to inflate my abdomen with air.



She told me that she was taking me to the Maternity Ward and I was to act like I was pregnant.



She said it was so that she could get the drugs that they were going to prescribe for pain.



She threatened me if I didn't go along with the plan.



I told her that they were going to figure out the deception before they gave me any drugs.



This did not stop her and it only made her more panicky.



She wheeled me into the Maternity Ward and left me alone with the nurse there for a minute.



I quickly told the nurse what was happening, but saw her face go white, as she told me that the



Other nurse had returned and was standing just behind me.



I expected her to become violent and try to kill me, but instead, she just turned and ran away.





I could take this dream to mean several things, but mostly, I think the moral is:



Don't eat beans so close to bedtime.

Our Senses

I have keen senses. I've always been an observer of minute details when it comes to reading people. I never really understood what kind of skill that was exactly. Until recently, that is, when I began to understand that our bodies are created with all kinds of sensors and chemical triggers that are naturally occurring and a lot less ethereal than people make them out to be.

Now before I get any responses from spiritualists, ghost-whisperers, prophets or psychics, please be aware that I'm ONLY referring to natural chemical reactions and subsequent processing of that chemical information by our brains rather than any extra-sensory perceptions, so please do be open to what I have to say, as I'm not exactly going to knock one of your beliefs. Maybe you could see it as an addition only.

People have 'tells'. Gestures, expressions, changes in blood pressure, involuntary bodily reactions, and the most obvious, their words with which to communicate. They also have a more subtle form of communication. Chemicals that leave their bodies and float in the air, are able to be picked up and analyzed by another human or animal. It's been well-documented that dogs, for instance, can easily smell fear, danger and sometimes illnesses from these chemicals.

Have you ever seen a nature show where the mother gazelle is alerted of danger when it could still be miles away? Those ears perk up. The nose starts twitching. She senses the predator and can get her little ones to safety. Hopefully. (It's always sad when it doesn't end up that way.)

Then, there's the whole pheromone thing, of course. Their eyes meet across a crowded room. The attraction is so thick and tangible, it seems that you can cut it with a knife. That's because you CAN cut it with a knife! That's a scent, baby! It's a chemical. It's biological. It's not your imagination. You're feeling that feeling because someone is throwing off a chemical signal. Now, let the wife catch a whiff of that scent when she walks into the same room and...you're liable to be running as fast as that gazelle!

Our ears are amazing, too. You may have heard someone talking outside or in another room, not due to some 'super power' hearing, but through undetectable sound waves. Your brain still processes these sounds subconsciously. You may not be able to fully process the conversation in your mind, but you are left with an impression. Your brain keeps it on the shelf for future reference.

Now, there may be those who fear that all of this will lead people on some sort of a witch hunt and cause people to start projecting their fears onto others, or casting blame on others unjustly. Truthfully, there is always that danger when you're learning how to read people. We must learn to keep everything in check with reality and realize that everyone is indeed, innocent until proven guilty in a court of law.

Only, let it be known, that you will have opposition, as not everyone stands to benefit from these built-in relays and receptors. From pedophiles to poker players, there are those who would rather that you not develop your natural abilities to sense danger...or a bluff.

If you do make the decision to do something constructive with this greater awareness, and follow me into this journey into further self-awareness and a greater understanding of our senses, I have a few things that I have found to be extremely important to share with you.

Most importantly, keep your senses clear by doing the following:

Eliminate caffeine (You heard me right! Including chocolate and all teas and coffees but decaf. I only drink water.)
Significantly reduce sugar intakes. (It's hard to eliminate ALL sugars, but do your best.)
Reduce processed foods to a minimum. (I rarely eat them anymore)
Cook fresh foods instead of eating out.
Stay regular. (flushed of toxins)
Stay hydrated with filtered tap water. (preferred over bottled water that leaches chemicals)
Identify and eliminate air and food allergens that rob your sense of smell and make you tired.
Avoid perfumes and detergents that mask natural odors.
Of course, don't smoke, do drugs, or drink alcoholic beverages.

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Keeping it real,

Micol

The Compass

I have been searching for a new job. It's really difficult to choose a path when I have such varied interests and skills, not to mention the potential to go back to school and learn a new trade altogether. The 'overwhelming' feeling of it all has brought to mind a dream from my childhood.

As a little girl, I had a recurring nightmare. In the dream, I found myself floating on a sea of arctic ice, with the calm, brilliantly-blue sea peaking out from under the puzzle-like slabs. I could easily walk from one slab to the next, as they were spaced closely enough together for safe travel by foot. Oddly enough, I didn't get the sense of being cold. It was completely quiet and surreal. The skies were crisp and midnight blue. There were no storms or waves threatening to toss me into a watery grave, nor abominable creature from which to escape.

How could such a serene surrounding inspire in me a terrible sense of fear?

As I stood there, turning to the North, South, East and West, I saw nothing but a frozen desert as far as my eyes could see. I knew that if I didn't choose the right way to start walking, I would be hopelessly lost and eventually die of starvation. It was a paralyzing fear. I could not start walking for fear of going in the wrong direction. I was trapped, yet I was completely free to leave at the same time.

I realize that in chosing my career, I must move forward this time. Not just for my own sake, but for the sake of my small daughter, now traveling with me into the vast expanse. She looks to me for direction. Trusting that I will know which path to take to lead us to safety. I must have the strength to say to her,

"Fear of the unknown must not stop us.
Fear of false steps must not stop us.
Fear of failure must not stop us."

I'm not afraid to move forward, for I have found my compass.

On the back is inscribed...

'Mother'