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THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE RULES THE WORLD BY WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE
Note: The following poem is made available through Creative Commons, which allows for it to be reprinted in this forum with proper attribution.
Justice consists in doing no injury to man;
decency in giving them no offense.
– Marcus Tullius Cicero
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from 1865, William Ross Wallace
w/ The Hand that Rocks the Cradle Rules the World
Blessings on the hand of women!
Angels guard its strength and grace.
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Infancy’s the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mothers first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow —
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Woman, how divine your mission,
Here upon our natal sod;
Keep – oh, keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All truetrophies of the ages
Are from mother-love impearled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Blessings on the hand of women!
Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky —
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Nothing is truly random.
3RD BASIC INSTINCT AND THEORY OF RESPECT
According to Learning Mind, there are three basic instincts that drive human behavior: Sexual Instinct: the force behind procreation, and igniter of the flames to an unquenchable desire. Self-Preservation, also a shared basic instinct with animals, acts as a natural alarm system, which triggers a fight or flight response. It also maintains control of our most primal need: to feed
Mating Stink Bugs by melvynyeo
Social instinct, however we do not share with any other species. It lives inside our hearts and souls; the humanity that strokes civil, peaceful and forward thinking. But its most important resident, has gone MIA, and for those who have noticed, it is what the world needs most right now: Respect, at least in theory.
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Doomed Romance
courtesy of Purple Planet
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3RD BASIC INSTINCT
AND THEORY OF RESPECT
by Kendall F. Person
On the south side of town, of any city, anywhere – a crime is about to happen. There is nothing anyone can do to stop it, poetry in its darkest form, has been activated and is moving in slow motion. The future perpetrators of the crime are currently unaware, that their lives are about to change, drastically to despair. On the far end of the same city, a hero is in the making. This too is inevitable, yet he will never know, of the pedestal that will bare his name.
No tension fills the air, nor are any damsels in distress. The weather is not a factor. Winter has broken long ago and the burning rays of summer’s sun, are still weeks away. A few clouds dot the sky, but the richness of the blue has caught nearly everyone’s eye, blanketing the mid-sized city with calm, yet only a very few have taken time to notice, the beauty that surrounds.
Every custom and civilization, that there ever was; and every form of social engagement, of human interaction, of friendship, of love, evolve around a single word. Think for a moment, or as long as it takes. Strip passed the aftermath and do not dwell on the battle itself. We are searching for the absolute core, not the branches that grew as tempers flared, nor the distorted version, that we so often tell, but truth. We like or need to feel justified, as opposed to owning the mistakes we make. And the nerve, we sometimes become angry, at the person who was simply unraveling the mess we made. We avoid knowledge for fear it may alter our thought, and we hide our faults and imperfections, as if we should be viewed as perfect, yet still sing praises to a Higher Power. The irony may be missed, but the contradictions, we simply absolve.
Think of everytime we kept our cool, pondering the effects on others, rather than giving in to a selfish nature, and thinking only of ourselves. Think of the happy times or those with the least aggression, and how we made friends with a certain neighbor, even though the entire community thought he were crazy. No fairy tales or make-believe, unless spinning tales of fiction, there are times indeed, when people we meet, will never engage on a calm and peaceful level, but exceptions to the rule are omitted, at least for this demonstration. In most cases, in many places, on nearly every occasion, if we give respect, it shall be returned. And even if we do not walk away as friends, in a de-escalation, we walk away with dignity and our lives.
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A middle aged woman, on the south side – of any city, of anywhere – knew she received a text message by the sound of her phone. The traffic light was red when she looked down, but she lost herself in the texts, upon discovering her boyfriend was a lying, cheating, disrespectful son-of-a-bitch. So absorbed in the petty gossip, the green light came and went, and she failed to realize, that the honkers behind her, were honking at her.
On the north end, an elderly, homeless woman, mistaken for delusional, but lived in her right mind, sat on a bus stop bench, invisible to all. Approaching, then walking passed, a middle-aged man was texting furiously on his phone, attempting to calm a storm, spawned from the disrespect of lies. Engrossed in a meaningless exchange, in ruins of a perfect day, he held on to humanity, nodding with a gentle smile toward the homeless woman in a demonstration of respect, for she was the age of his mother. The brief encounter was all it took. The elderly woman stared after him, a hero he would always be. In more than 3 years, the first person to smile at her, gave her back her dignity.
Equality (cover) by Adam Marcucci
Respect is all we really want. It is all we can hope for and all we can ask. It makes us feel better about who we are, and that we matter. It makes us visible, even if we are hungry and not a penny in our pocket. It gives us strength and the courage we need to build upon a legacy or to maintain the status quo. It makes us feel warm and safe, when our friends, partners and spouses, give respect, in not violating our trust.
Nod your head, respond with Hi hold the door open and do not profile. To give freely, that which costs us nothing, reaps abundance in return. Demonstrate respect in communication, show respect of time, bow to respect of dreams, accept respect of responsibility. Respect beliefs, respect communities. Respect authority, respect our leaders, who we voted in. Bunch of freeloaders, as it turns out, doing nothing for the people, then respect the power of the vote and throw the cowards out. Six billion people live in our global world. We will never all agree, and we will not all be friends. We may not feel love’s passion, and we will never worship the same God, but we can respect one another, and if our demonstration stands correct, than at least some of our future problems, have already been solved.
But stripped of respect, robbed of dignity, then we are left to a savage self, an unfeeling being, devoid of empathy with the-world-revolves-around-me perception.
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When the middle-aged woman felt fists pound on her window, and as enraged as she was, had she demonstrated respect, snapped out of her trance and halted the useless rant, her freedom, she would not have lost. Instead, she turned in a violent reaction, toward the pounder, and flipped her the bird, then completed the performance by screaming obscenities. But she picked the wrong day, on the wrong side of town, and the worse possible one. For the pounder on the window, decided two days ago, when her boyfriend slapped her face – after an intense session of savage, impassionate sex – that she had been disrespected for the very last time.
Two total strangers, bypassed friendship altogether, now adversaries they become.
Name calling escalated, but only one punch was thrown. The pounder of the window, nearly pounded in her skull. Flight was the only option, for a fight she was destined to lose. No respect for the safety of others, like her boyfriend lacked for het. Internally, self-preservation defeated social instinct, in a non-existent bout, but should have been an epic battle. Though the light was clearly red, and crosswalkers had stepped off the curb, she put the pedal to the medal, crashing into a baby carriage: killing occupant and mother.
Question: Do you have a plan or a tested strategy, to de-escalate a situation, where violence is becoming eminent? The community forum is now open.
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Season Six – The Search for the Butterfly
catch & release
BIRTH OF GLOBAL COMMUNITIES, BREAKTHROUGH FOR AVERAGE SOUL
Sophia Danenberg, Mt Everest Summit 2006
For the precious few that reach the summit of Mount Everest – an unforgiving climb with a peak that juts toward the sky, some 5 1/2 miles high, offers a mental, physical and spiritual test of self in which by way of avalanche, heart attacks, exposure, brain hemorrhaging and falling, nearly 300 mountaineers did not pass. But for the 2500 summiters, from 101 nations around the globe, that reached the pinnacle of their obsession, were able to quench their passion and accomplished their mission, become a part of a rare global community, whose mission inspires us all.
On May 19, 2006 at 2 o’clock in the morning, Sophia Danenberg, with two witnesses on hand, battling a storm and with frostbite setting in – became the first African American (man or woman) to conquer Mount Everest… and she did so alone.
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Tell Em That by Rashad Neutch ft Kev Webb
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Birth of Global Communities,
Breakthrough for Average Soul
by Kendall F. Person
Sometime in early 2013, the not quite yet understood term a global community, probably offered variations on a single definition, and may have been used interchangeably with the phrase: Corporate Governance: a marketing mainstay, that describes a company’s relationship between investors, employees, customers and the communities in which they are located. For behemoths like Walmart, employer of 2.2 million people in 28 countries, at 11,718 locations; and with thousands of independent contractors and smaller companies, dependent upon their ability to generate over a billion dollars per year, their cultural influence in how they connect and are viewed by citizens of the world, cannot be understated.
(Secret detention centers have no place is the US, Boston Globe: June 5, 2018)
Telephones, airplanes and study abroad programs had existed and been utilized for decades, in conducting business and making pen pal style friends. While the internet has been booming for much longer, around 5 1/2 years ago, is when everything – technology, sociology, geography, creativity, curiosity and capitalism became much more comprehensible for the average soul. The genres within technology and the takeover of social media, all began to coalesce for a techno savvy generation. And right before our eyes, society had moved online, and global communites were formed.
A boom in imagination; an uptick in desire for personal popularity and the individual pursuit of more money and power, and the need to be a part of something, created online communities like DeviantArt and Goodreads, whose early loyalist, were bonded – not by nationality or religion – but craft.
Black Globe by qimono
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It is my vision for The Neighborhood to become an international destination for entertainment, for discussion, for discovery, for intrigue and most importantly, for peace. An all inclusive platform, a thought-provoking arena and imaginative collaborative for recording, visual and written-word artists and the followers would become our neighbors. – Kendall F. Person, Dear thepublicblogger, AUG 20, 2014
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climbing Mount Everest in reality and relationships
The understanding that the world was much smaller than we had believed, yet much bigger than the familiar, was a breakthrough for the average soul. It instilled courage to pursue goals and left the curiosity unguarded by our traditional defenses. The unstoppable forward movement, led by a new frontier of visionaries, demonstrated the global community was whatever we imagined it to be. And perhaps, for the first time we believed the summit was in reach; and one day we too could conquer Mount Everest.
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CALIFORNIA’S NEUTRAL TOP 2 PRIMARY; SEDUCED BY DRAMA ON NATIONAL STAGE.
He wanted to build it on flat farmland, but the farmers refused to sell, so he built it in the sky; at 9334 ft above sea level, nearly 2 miles high. When he announced his intentions, I am certain there was not a man in Nepal, that doubted nor took him for crazy, since he had already hit his goal, he had already touched the sky. Located in a narrow valley surrounded by mountain ranges, deep inside the Himalayas – from jump – Lukla Airport offered no room for pilot error. Overshoot the runway, there was barely enough room for only the most skilled to try the acrobatic landing, a second time. And with no traffic controller, and in fact, not even a co-pilot, the pilot would be on his own.
A runway one-third of a mile long and less than 100 ft wide, with a 11.7% gradient (truckers on the American Interstates are warned when approaching a steep incline of 6%, followed by a runaway truck ramp, on the other side). If hitting the landing is not a magical enough endeavor, the take-off is like watching Evel Knievel performing his death defying stunts. The runway gives way to a steep drop off, and only a specific amount of space and time to take flight. Then straight ahead, is high terrain, requiring a sharp veer for the mountainside does not give way. For 20 years in a row, The History Channel anointed this small wonder in the sky, as the most dangerous airport in the world.
But the most extraordinary is not the facility itself, which was built as a starting point to begin the climb to the Mount Everest Base Camp, which is still another mile high. But the visionaries of this high-wire act – Sherpa Tenzing Norgay and Sir Edmund Hillary -would become the namesake in the honor of the first people to touch the sky, when they reached the summit of Mount Everest: 5 1/2 miles high.
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The Most Dangerous Airports in the World
Tenzing-Hillary Airport (1st of on video below)
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There is the rule of the jungle in this world, and there is the rule of law. Under jungle rule no man’s life is safe, no man’s wife, no man’s mother, sister, children, home, liberty, rights, property. Under the rule of law protection is provided for all these, and provided in proportion as law is efficiently and honestly administered and its power and authority respected and obeyed. – excerpt from Law of the Jungle
California’s Neutral Top 2 Primary;
Seduced by National Divisions.
by Kendall F. Person
California is one of only three states with the quirky primary system known as Top Two. Gone are the divisive party primaries, except in the presidential race All local and state candidates appear on a single ballot. Only those who come in first or second can move on to the November midterm or general elections. But the system plays no favorites and takes no prisoners. Congressional districts 38, 39 and 48 for instance, can produce a result were either party could be shut out.
However, the Independent Voter Project states, “Unlike a traditional system, the PURPOSE of the primary is to narrow the candidate field to the “top-two” candidates who best represent ALL OF US, regardless of the candidate or voter’s party affiliations.”
There are certainly national implications in a spate races across the Golden State, in fact, if either runs the tables, control of the US House of Representatives, could be a foregone conclusion come November. And if there is a single demographic to watch, all eyes on the Hispanic voter. Sink or swim in terms of political power. 
But the Top Two in all of its chaotic glory, should have held at bay the divided nature of party and color. But rather than relish a new freer way to vote, the pundits or the parties or perhaps we the people, prefer the drama and spun The Top Two into Jungle Politics. The Law of the Jungle, offers a prize only for a ruthless and self-serving candidate and no one else, leaving the midterms without a purpose and the constituents either more bitter, or without confidence in our government nor hope in saving the butterflies from a mass migration.
But we can take back the original meaning of Jungle Law, which was about obligations to one another – and at all cost – to prevent the diminishing of our pack or that of another – no matter what color in politics or race.
When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail,
Lie down till the leaders have spoken — it may be fair words shall prevail.When ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack, ye must fight him alone and afar,
Lest others take part in the quarrel, and the Pack be diminished by war. – Rudyard Kipling, Law of the Jungle
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from 1973, Dream On
by Aerosmith
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Vote for your family and your community. Vote for the best candidate and then hold them accountable if they win. Vote for decency and conscious and innovation and vote for a non divided nation. Vote for dreamers. Vote for respect. Vote for conscious and people like Tenzing Norgay and Sir Edmund Hillary, who had already made history and accomplished their goals and mission. But they were not satisfied with only fulfilling self, so they built an airport miles in the sky to share their dreams with the world.
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BREATHE
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Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. – Macbeth, William Shakespeare
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courtesy of www.purple-planet.com
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by Kendall F. Person
Antelope Canyon
Close your eyes and imagine you are in the twilight years of your life. Imagine that you had a healthy childhood, with parents that loved and supported, but did not understand you. No matter how hard they tried – and try they did – there was nothing they could do to earn an embrace from you, their only child And one day, they simply stopped trying.
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Imagine, as you secure your efficiently-sized mobile home into the reserved camping quarters. You then load sufficient water and energy food into the breathable backpack, purchased in New Mexico’s Cherokee Nation, at roadside souvenir shop, simply because the sales clerk told you it had a good spirit. You then take a short walk, and with little fanfare, find yourself standing at the Canyon’s edge.∞∞∞
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Do you accept the life you lived, and the defaulted path in which it will end? Not a bad life, you have harmed no one, and worked for everything that you did. But staring out into the great abyss you ponder option two. An old man now, “What can I do?” If you are still imagining, than remember you are all alone. You are granted one tidbit of valuable advice. But advice is only useful to those who heed the value in these words. Take a knee, then dig real deep, and if you believe, ask the Lord to reveal his plan for you, just one more time. Each man and each woman has a purpose in this life. Accepting or rejecting said purpose, offers the same existence in the afterlife. One changes nothing. The other fills holes – holes that you now wish, were not left in your wake. One takes work, the other will cost you nothing. And with no one – alive or dead – who cares about the outcome, the only beneficiary is you. Heed this advice, for it is all you will get: take a moment, absorb this beautiful day. Clock still ticking, curtains moving closer, so never forget, time is not your friend. But more than anything else, close your eyes, lean back and…breathe.
Breathe parts ii and iii republished at another time.
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