Here and Now...What's Happening?

[ThePythonicCow]

Posted by ulli (here)
no sooner said, than done. Got the old distiller working, it took a while. The last hitch was an ants nest inside the tap.

Add a pinch of good salt to re-mineralize the water after distilling it .

[astrid]

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/book...MES-BOWEN.html

http://www.hodder.co.uk/books/work.a...=194376http://

A street cat names Bob...



A street cat names Bob...



"Recovering drug addict James Bowen’s life was at a low ebb in the spring of 2007. On methadone as part of a programme to wean him off heroin, he was barely scraping an existence busking in London’s Covent Garden, when he returned to his sheltered accommodation in Tottenham one evening to find a ginger tom on the doorstep.

The thin mangy moggy seemed as lonely and hopeless as James, who took pity on the animal and began feeding him. After a local search failed to yield an owner, James took the stray in, an arrangement that filled as much a need in him as in the cat, whom he christened Bob.

After a childhood made difficult by his parents’ divorce and much moving around, including emigration from England to Australia, James had come to London where he played in a rock band and then drifted into a life of drug dependency fuelled by petty crime. What Bob offered James was the opportunity to care for another creature, a responsibility he had never known.

With his limited resources, James slowly and lovingly nursed Bob back to health. He dug into his meagre income to feed Bob and they settled into a companionable existence whose only inconvenience was Bob’s refusal to use a litter tray and insistence on being walked down the five flights of stairs from the flat to go out to the loo.

James’s routine was to put Bob out for the day before setting off on the bus into town to sing and play his guitar for tourists in Covent Garden.

But then Bob started following him and it became increasingly difficult to shoo him away, especially as there were dangerous roads to be crossed. One day there was nothing for it but to put Bob on a makeshift lead and take him along. Bob travelled sitting on James’s shoulders.

The trouble was, so many cat-mad passers-by stopped him to stroke the animal that James arrived late at his pitch, secretly cursing Bob for thereby costing him some of his usual £25-a-day takings. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

Within minutes, people who would normally have walked by without giving James a second glance were lingering to make a fuss of the cat sitting sedately in his guitar case, and most made a donation. By the end of the day, he’d racked up more than £60.

It was the beginning of a phenomenon as tourists and commuters befriended Bob and James, many bringing titbits for the cat. People were amazed at how placidly Bob would sit all day, quite happily watching the world go by while James earned a living. Not that it was always without a hitch; on a couple of occasions Bob bolted when startled, leading to a frantic chase through the crowded streets.

Bob’s popularity continued when James switched from busking to selling the Big Issue, the magazine produced and sold by homeless people. This change in direction was part of James’s growing sense of a need to get his life in order, which he puts down to the responsibility of looking after Bob, and the example the cat offered of the possibility of a second chance.

It enabled James to make the final push to end his drug dependency, going through the necessary cold turkey to get off heroin substitutes, and to mend broken contacts with his family. The final result of Bob’s influence came when a literary agent who passed the duo every day and had seen them on YouTube suggested James tell their story in a book. The result is this heart-warming tale with a message of hope that will appeal especially to the many cat obsessives out there."

What a cool story.

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=PccD1ULea4A

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=9Ba1PEHRAZo

[PurpleLama]

Posted by Paul (here)

Posted by ulli (here)
no sooner said, than done. Got the old distiller working, it took a while. The last hitch was an ants nest inside the tap.

Add a pinch of good salt to re-mineralize the water after distilling it .

I'm gonna put a pinch of azomite in mine, too.

[Anchor]

Currently we do not have a cat.

That said, during the day a local cat likes to come in and keep Mrs Anchor company. We do not feed him, since if we did he would not go home, since we suspect he gets more attention at our place. What we do do however is put a bowl down of rainwater that we bring back from the farm.

He loves it.

Sometimes he comes in and makes a bee-line for that bowl, drinks about 1/2 cup and then leaves!

[meeradas]

Forgive me for not being able to attend at the moment.
[That's me talking to ... me. Obviously. Somehow.]

Taking the motorboke in a minute.
It's motorbike of course, but i just can't edit out "motorboke" - too cool a word!

Going to be a guest in my own house today; for the first time.
Putting on the "eye of the beholder", so to say.
Am i not, always? Like all of you.

See you soon [even if maybe only in a cosmic sense - we'll know]!

Crypto-mode off.

Have a great one, villagers.

[eaglespirit]

Light, Love, Abundance!!!

[Eram]

Posted by meeradas (here)
Forgive me for not being able to attend at the moment.
[That's me talking to ... me. Obviously. Somehow.]

Taking the motorboke in a minute.
It's motorbike of course, but i just can't edit out "motorboke" - too cool a word!

Going to be a guest in my own house today; for the first time.
Putting on the "eye of the beholder", so to say.
Am i not, always? Like all of you.

See you soon [even if maybe only in a cosmic sense - we'll know]!

Crypto-mode off.

Have a great one, villagers.

are you saying what I think you are saying here?....
saying between the lines?

[Fred Steeves]

Lookie who came to visit last evening before Tropical Storm/soon to be Hurricane Debby took over. First were the otters, who are a rare treat. Just a bit late the manatees came in to munch the vegetation, as they somewhat regularly do, but it's not usually this up close and personal.

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=wkVmORDju74

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=IQwP845Wr7I

[ViralSpiral]

Oh wow Fred, that was pretty special!! Thanks so much for sharing.

And Astrid. WHAT A STORY!! I watched ALL of Bob the cats videos. ♥

[modwiz]

Loved the vids Fred. Good steady hand makes for pleasurable watching also. Thanks.

[Jenci]

Posted by WhiteCrowBlackDeer (here)

Posted by Jenci (here)

Posted by another bob (here)
PS: Welcome to Jenci -- so nice to see you here!

LOL, I have been spotted....and I thought I was in stealth mode.


Keep doing what you are doing, Bob. It's all good

Hi everyone

Breaker, breaker, breaker.......do you read me? Come in Stealth 1. This is Stealth 2, saying hello and welcome to the Here and Now. Over and out.

Hearing you loud and clear. Thank you.

Just hope you didn't notice anyone in stealth mode on that other thread that you posted

[Carmody]

Went to a concert last night, something I've been waiting for over 30 years to see. We were on the floor, in front of the stage.

Before that, outside, in the crowd waiting to go in..I decided to expand my reach, to get out a bit. well, my brother was standing beside me. He was just recovering from a flu. Perhaps the resonance was a bit much for him, as we are family. As I let go my grip on my specific local person, and expanded into the space, he began to pass out. I grabbed him when he started to go down. You can imagine that this caused a distraction.

Thus, we ended up having to wait and I was considering not going at all, so he could be clear of the crowds. (in that condition). He recovered, and after a blood sugar test showed nothing at all being off...we headed in, just before the event began. I had, of course, pulled my awareness back in.

When in there, we had floor seats, about as far back as one can get, and still see the stage. THAT, if only the 1000 people in front of you, remained seated.

After a few go rounds of people standing and sitting, I decided I was tired of that, and my brother was in no shape to stand again or try.

Crowd energy is something different, a lower level (poor choice of terminology) but connected system. More invisible, shall we say, and in the big city, part of the unconscious. In the big city, something like a concert is one of the only places that city folk manage to get their energies synced up.

It would take some time to explain how it was done, but I managed to get the 1000 or so people in front of us, all the way to the stage...to remain seated. Ours was the only section that remained seated. I could not hold it forever, as one person would be all it takes and the cascade to standing would have begun. I managed to get about 30+ minutes out of it, while the other sections where standing.

I wanted to commit to a real 'blow out' and get the whole crowd really fired up and make it a serious 'night to remember'... but I was worried about my brother and had to keep things down, and not really let go. There is also the fact that one can overdo it, and fry people with their own over expended energies. Basically, regarding their own unrealized connections and pathways...they are paper, you (can) set them on fire. People can get injured from that, so it should be no casual game.

(hint: with people, one person can say or do, and it transfers, and spreads. If properly begun, thought out, or projected. With cells in the body, the same, the light of one firing can and does cascade into others and the process accelerates in scope and size. Recall nuclear fission. They use the billiard ball explanation, of compactness and density causing a cascade, once it has started 'breaking apart'--secondary impacts. Now, don't all of those sound like they may have some connection?)

[1inMany]

Mornin.



Love,

[Jenci]

Posted by astrid (here)
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With his limited resources, James slowly and lovingly nursed Bob back to health. He dug into his meagre income to feed Bob and they settled into a companionable existence whose only inconvenience was Bob’s refusal to use a litter tray and insistence on being walked down the five flights of stairs from the flat to go out to the loo.

I love that !

Our animals can be our greatest teachers. The thing is with regards my dogs, I didn't realise what they were teaching me until they were gone.....but I think that was the lesson too

Inspirational story of overcoming addition. Thanks for posting.
Jeanette

[RunningDeer]

I am a Simpleton

Knock, knock, who's there? Nobody. Nobody who even cares to figure it out.

I am learning to accept what I am - an honest Simpleton. I'm appreciative when a flash of insight and creativity mix with this simpleton template. I get to share what tickles me in that moment.

It's coming up on five months that I've been a part of the Avalon Family. I don't recall when I ever wasn't. I'm blown away at people's thoughts, experiences, and most importantly, the communication styles. It seems all are becoming more adept with their opinions. Either that I'm a more adept Simpleton.

Being a Simpleton has it's perks. Low expectations, means more room for insight and creativity. And I have more energy because this mind/body template points it's fingers almost never with laughing and guilting at the unused piles of books.

I'm getting better at not convincing myself and others that I know more than I really do. Man, pressures off. Do you know how freeing that is?

I am a Simpleton. The secret's out. There is a nagging feel. But even that doesn't matter. I hope I don't wake up and see it's a dream. There's still residual memory of old patterns, but like a sweaty palm print on a school desk top, that's fading.

Knock, knock, who's there? Nobody. Nobody who even cares to figure it out.

Time to make the jello. Feels like a lemon lime. That tickles.

[ulli]

I love all of this mornings stories too, and Bob the cat is especially cool. All my 22 years I have rescued cats in Costa Rica and then had to find them cozy homes, since I already had three cats and didn't want ten.
In some cases the only reason they survived was because they picked up suffient energy from my hands lying there, barely able to breathe, filthy and diarrhea crusted, with my husband saying "don't touch it, it's dying", as was the case with Kafka.
Well, they all made it, but then their family line ended as all ended up getting neutered.

[Jenci]

Posted by Fred Steeves (here)
Lookie who came to visit last evening before Tropical Storm/soon to be Hurricane Debby took over. First were the otters, who are a rare treat. Just a bit late the manatees came in to munch the vegetation, as they somewhat regularly do, but it's not usually this up close and personal.

I love the manatee, Fred. That is so cool.

I got the pleasure of seeing one where we were staying in Florida a couple of weeks ago when it swam up to the dock but it only stayed for a matter of seconds. Yours, on the other hand, seemed to be hanging around for a real feast.

Jeanette

[Samsara]

Loving the videos and stories this morning. A smile has been painted on my face.

Here's Dusty, the klepto kitty

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=aXO6XMP6cSQ

[ulli]

Posted by WhiteCrowBlackDeer (here)
My invincible glasses just came in the mail. Got them at www.congrats-gone-nuts.com I might get run out of town for the double post. We'll see if these glasses are worth the price of a latte.

I am a Simpleton

Knock, knock, who's there? Nobody. Nobody who even cares to figure it out.

I am learning to accept what I am - an honest Simpleton. I'm appreciative when a flash of insight and creativity mix with this simpleton template. I get to share what tickles me in that moment.

It's coming up on five months that I've been a part of the Avalon Family. I don't recall when I ever wasn't. I'm blown away at people's thoughts, experiences, and most importantly, the communication styles. It seems all are becoming more adept with their opinions. Either that I'm a more adept Simpleton.

Being a Simpleton has it's perks. Low expectations, means more room for insight and creativity. And I have more energy because this mind/body template points it's fingers almost never with laughing and guilting at the unused piles of books.

I'm getting better at not convincing myself and others that I know more than I really do. Man, pressures off. Do you know how freeing that is?

I am a Simpleton. The secret's out. There is a nagging feel. But even that doesn't matter. I hope I don't wake up and see it's a dream. There's still residual memory of old patterns, but like a sweaty palm print on a school desk top, that's fading.

Knock, knock, who's there? Nobody. Nobody who even cares to figure it out.

Time to make the jello. Feels like a lemon lime. That tickles.

Simpleton, to me, anyway, is a slightly diminishing term, and is taking away from your dignity.
Whereas if you called yourself a minimalist you are sending a different signal.

As a minimalist you are someone who has become what you are due to conscious choice, because you like it better thn your earlier being.
And this term doesn't even send a signal as to what others might see you as, from their own extravagant stance.

Part of self empowerment is to be in your own space, knowing that only you can occupy it, and then go from there.
This is part of the spirit of the Aquarian age. I bet your 93-year-old aunt would know what I'm talking about here.
But maybe even wasting words in the matter would not be in her interest any longer, since she moved past this issue ages ago.

[another bob]

Henri's angst still haunts me . . .

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=0M7ibPk37_U

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=Q34z5dCmC4M