Happy Holidays!

 Happy Holidays to All!

Madness Washer

I am rather proud of these two new abstract paintings I created yesterday. They are both done in acrylics and measure 8 in x 10 in. I also added some extra ephemera for texture such as wood chips and pencil shavings. These are also listed in my online art shop: www.buddhkist.etsy.com

UPDATE FROM THE GALACTIC FEDERATION OF LIGHT

Sheldan Nidle’s Update from the Galactic Federation of Light and Spiritual Hierarchy

Agreements are close at hand and once accomplished, the final approved scenario can be carried to completion. We fully expect this shove to happen by year's end. The US administration is doing all it can to stop or at least delay this final action, but the Galactic Federation assures us that if all else fails and this final action does not go as planned, then they will take over and finish the job. Naturally, just how they intend to do this is to remain a secret until these actions are required. Until then, we await the outcome of the current exchange between the various military commanders. Heaven and we are united in sending blessings for a positive outcome. The results are to be known to all as a result of what happens in the very near future.

4 Ben, 6 Yaxk'in, 8 Manik

Dratzo! We return with lots to discuss with you. Several events are ready to happen which will catapult your world toward a new reality. At present you are watching a number of situations which point toward the coming collapse of your global setup. Furthermore, these social structures are set to evolve out of all recognition. For example, regime change today has assumed a whole new dimension: formerly, those who took down a despot would, in time, revert to what they had so idealistically intended to replace. Now, however, those who have replaced the deposed are quickly discovering that the people are not willing to sit back and let the old ways return. Now there is a sustained effort to keep the new rulership on track and instituting the reforms promised. This focus and determination demonstrates the difference in today's uprisings versus those of yesteryear. The new ingredient that is demolishing the age-old syndrome of tyranny is your rise in consciousness, which makes it impossible for those recently brought to power to veer from the course that the people have set for them.

What we are saying is that your change in consciousness is indelibly altering the way even present societies function. Your kleptocracies are no longer able to obtain the degree of respect they formerly commanded, and there is rapidly spreading irritation with the way your societies and their respective governments are controlled. This perceived 'unacceptability' is the thin end of a very thick wedge. A realization has taken root in your societies which can no longer tolerate the overt, unbridled crassness that passes for governance, and people everywhere deeply desire a wholly new prototype. Moreover, this longing is seeping into the minds of those who serve as minions for the ruling 'special interests.' This creates a quandary that greatly troubles all your governments: how to survive in such widespread and growing unrest? This question hangs in the air and is a clear indication of the import of what is happening around your globe. The center of your reality truly can no longer hold together.

In these unprecedented circumstances, the need to revolutionize the 'rules of the game' becomes a prime requisite, and it is just such a set of new rules that is taking shape within the plans of our Earth allies and, especially, of the many secret sacred societies of your world. They include a new system of governance and a prosperity-oriented new economic system. At the root of all this is a growing awareness of spirituality. The peoples of your world will no longer be deceived and lied to; there is a deep need for honesty and integrity, and a transparent and meaningful interaction between government and its citizens. No other scenario will work. This time of transition is approaching the moment for the new prototypes to be revealed. Our Earth allies have everything prepared and are ready to run them up the proverbial flagpole, concurrent with the vast abundance programs which are on course to be delivered to you. These things are all part of a series of spiritually based procedures that are to terminate the power of your dark cabal.

A key component in all this is, of course, disclosure. As you see the new ways take hold, you will find your outlook on many things expanding, including your view of the universe and your place in it. Consciousness creates curiosity and openness, which begets a need to redefine basic perspectives on just about everything. Our task here is to begin an open and frank dialogue with you to answer all your questions, which will lead eventually to your next divine transition: your return to full consciousness. Under the auspices of Heaven, we have been waiting for the right divine time to reveal our benevolent existence to you, and now the point has been reached for a general worldwide disclosure. This requires some down-to-earth, practical activities on our part, beginning with the briefing of all your new caretaker governments on how to proceed once they obtain power. It is vital that disclosure be done in a way that permits us to gently introduce our presence and our technology to you with the least kerfuffle possible.

Blessings! We are your Ascended Masters! Over the last two decades your world has been caught in a struggle between those who wish to free you from your dark shackles and those who are determined to keep you enslaved. We have watched over this battle and intervened many times on the side of the Light. To counter this stalemate, a number of legal issues were brought before the International Court and the Light won easily. Despite these victories, the Light lacked the means, until recently, to carry through these rulings. Over the past months, permission for military action against the dark's secret bases opened the way to achieve a just triumph for you. What is prolonging this final quick 'shove' through to victory are some last-minute negotiations between 'white hat' military and those who remain willing to support the dark's illicit cause. We are resolving this issue by use of certain strategies that will take effect in the very near future.

The key negotiators in this matter are of course the Agarthans, and their liaison officers have spent the past few weeks sorting out these difficulties. Agreements are close at hand and once accomplished, the final approved scenario can be carried to completion. We fully expect this shove to happen by year's end. The US administration is doing all it can to stop or at least delay this final action, but the Galactic Federation assures us that if all else fails and this final action does not go as planned, then they will take over and finish the job. Naturally, just how they intend to do this is to remain a secret until these actions are required. Until then, we await the outcome of the current exchange between the various military commanders. Heaven and we are united in sending blessings for a positive outcome. The results are to be known to all as a result of what happens in the very near future.

The energies that are transforming your reality grid have a divine time schedule. The dark, engulfed in its arrogance, cannot fully believe that its demise is not only certain but on the horizon. Those in control of the dark governments continue to plot a dark takeover of your world, even though their time is up. That is why we applaud the actions of the Galactic Federation and of Agartha to intervene here and force the issue. First contact is in sight and getting closer by the day, and our own work is just beginning. Once we can openly interact with you, a brand new day dawns for Earth. Your rapidly rising consciousness now requires some guidance, and there is so much for you to learn in what is to be a very short time. We know that when we meet, miracles will happen everywhere!

Today, we informed you about the recent strides made on your world. A new resolve is showing up in you which is to force the dark ones to agree to concessions that formerly would have been unthinkable. This alarms them, but has not yet compelled their capitulation. This is just around the corner! Know, dear Ones, that the countless Supply and never-ending Prosperity of Heaven are indeed Yours! So Be It! Selamat Gajun! Selamat Ja! (Sirian for Be One! and Be in Joy!)

Something Else

Something else became unobservable. What exactly? I do not know. It is too early for me to detail and much too late for me to divulge. Although, it is a matter of great urgency and should therefore be seriously considered and reconsidered if need be. I’m not at all offended by quixotic remarks from unknowing bystanders. The most important thing to remember, without losing one’s selfish grip on reality, is that the human brain is a very powerful ally. Unfortunately, most see it as nothing more than an appendage and/or vital organ. But it is these things and so much more. So much more than even one person can fathom.

  We have been lied to all of our lives. Not just little white lies here and there but full-fledged, uncompromising lies. Before you go and label me as yet another conspiracy nut; take into consideration my vision and perspective. If after all that is said you still feel it necessary to ridicule me and throw the proverbial stone; be my guest. I’ll even hand you the first stone. But not before I summarize and debrief the rest of humanity. So, with that in mind, here is my version of things. Of all things that have been and all things yet to come.

  For most of us time seems to work against us and never with us. This is a bit of an understatement but can be easily rectified. We’ve been taught to believe that all things are ruled by time. It would be more accurate to say that all things are ruled by our perception of time. If you do not understand what I’m getting at, and I’m sure you don’t, please bear with me. It may take some time and effort on both our parts but we’ll get there.

Pleiadian Message on Days to Come

Pleiadian Message, Days to Come

There have been many meetings; which were multidimensional in nature in a consortium of advanced beings addressing the disturbance in the force called Earth. There is a unified field in which we all reside and express and Earth due to its millions of souls crying out for justice, the end of tyranny and deception has been addressed. There are councils and consortiums all discussing this matter. In ancient times the last major colonies, Atlantis and Mu or Lemuria were Pleiadian in origin. If you talk with Native American Elders, South American Elders, Indonesian Elders, Hawaiian Elders and many others they all mention the Pleiadies as their ancient origins. Pleiadians have the greatest genetic stock or investment in Gaia not just human but plant and animal. They were the teraformers from long ago. There were other Star Nations that have come and gone to join in on this experiment some of which were lesser souls who hijacked the experiment.

There are also unseen entities often referred to as Archons who also played a role in hijacking and derailing the evolution of Humanity and the Earth. These are low 4th density beings referred to as many names. Not just this galaxy but other galaxies have been dealing with these seen and unseen negative influences. The Elite call upon these influences in their rituals for power over others yet in doing so have lost their souls and have become possessed by these entities. What we are not aware of is these unseen negative influences are being cleaned up as above so below. The very grid and power base the global elite depend upon is diminishing and collapsing. Gods work in ways unseen. Now before you ask why is God plural did you know Elohim is plural and the correct translation of Genesis is, "In the beginning the Father of all Fathers created the Gods who created the heavens and the Earth." The correct understanding is God is neither male nor female in its most unlimited understanding it is a frequency and a force, divine intelligence; which is omnipresent on all planes and dimensions throughout the multiverse. The image of the bearded male God came from the Annunaki, those who came to Earth from Heaven of the skies, technologically advanced God like beings. Some were benevolent serving the Creator in all Creation others were malevolent self-serving which is where the divisions of religion often occur. In the most ancient understandings God was female, the center of this galaxy is the black hole from which everything emerged, all life is related and family. This is more aligned with the creation process and what scientists call the big bang which was a lot of bangs.

The many male images of God separate from Humanity and the Earth, diminishing and suppressing the feminine along with unseen negative influences have created the severe imbalances and misdirection of evolution. This is in the process of being corrected. All of the councils and consortiums to the highest level have agreed that the Pleiadians have the most human and genetic stock as well as a responsibility to correct this imbalance and redirect Humanity's and the Earth's evolution back on its original course. This is a multidimensional effort from the highest levels including the source itself to correct and redirect. The Andromedans, Sirians, Arturians, Orion Council of Light, Pleiadians, and a host of others to numerous to mention have dealt with the controllers on high and are now dealing with them on Earth. How we are going to see it on this level often depends on how entrenched we are in the negative system and how far away we are from living in harmony with each other and the Earth. The Pleiadians say we are hear to release the past, healing is coming to the Earth. They are doing it spiritually and energetically all the way down to the physical. The consciousness and energy grids of tyranny and separation are coming to a close. The negative support systems for the elite who have chosen to invoke and work with unseen negative influences is also coming to an end. What once was hidden shall be revealed for all to see and once seen the masses will be quick to awaken and act due to the increased awakening and healing energies coming to the Earth. Your ancient ancestors are returning, they are benevolent and are here to set a new course. The wars, disease, unbridled greed and profit at the expense of humanity and the Earth are also coming to a close along with the war and disease profiteers. They are being exposed on every front. This does not mean they will go quietly which would be in their highest and best good. It means they will go, they have no choice neither Earth or the Universe support their reality. Direct knowing, telepathy, sensitivity to vibration will isolate them from the awakening masses who will no longer participate with their agendas. Because they have no respect for humanity, nature and the body of Earth their own bodies will fail. No drug, machine, or negative influence will keep them erect.

You are going to see great changes between now and November, time to create a new world, one which lives in harmony with all the facets of humanity and nature. The old world is fast diminishing in a time compression spoken of in the Mayan Calendar. Yet that same quickening will support the manifestation of a new world of peace and prosperity for all. Unity consciousness is the future. Ride the wave. Release the past and trust in the future as well as the God within to guide your journey. Do not participate in the old world or act in any way that is harmful to humanity and the Earth. The future of Earth is set, how you choose to flow with this future or against it is up to you. Your choices will determine your tomorrow.

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James Gilliland
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BUY MOMENTOUS POETRY PAPERBACK

A preview of my newest poetry paperback book.

Antiseptic

 All I have done today so far is post a lot more vital information on facebook pertaining to the Occupy Wall Street movement/protests/revolution. It has begun to spread like wild fire. There are even other countries beginning to show support for the movement. It is truly amazing and an awesome time to be living in. Future generations will be talking about this for some time to come and it will be in all the history books (digital or other form)! www.occupywallst.org

 Other than that, I have been writing/typing away and formulating some story ideas and new poem ideas. I very quickly decided to start writing another poetry e-book. It will be my forth and perhaps most interesting. So far it is titled Antiseptic Anarchism. The title came to me as I was reading Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass. Somewhere in the intro he wrote something about how he believes the poet to be the antiseptic of the world. That really struck a chord with me and I got this image in my head of a very altruistic way of life. My poetry seems to be taking on a new form as of lately and I do hope that it continues down that path. :-)

Revolt Now

Revolt like you mean it

Burn in effigy

If need be

Let them laugh

And accuse

Re-learn

Disorder

Is not fate

Plausibility

Is a factor

Revolt because

You can

Because it

Flows through

Your veins

There is no pain

Greater

Than the pain

Of oppression

Rise up

And shout

Demonstrate

Your clout

You do have Power

We do have Power

March! March on!

Revolt because we need it!

This poem is dedicated to the current Wall Street protests and the entire movement that is spreading across the country and around the globe. Occupy Wall Street! Occupy the World!

www.occupywallst.org

THE SOFA THAT ATE EVERYONE FREE PREVIEW

 Hello, all! Here is a FREE preview of my recently published short novel The Sofa That Ate Everyone. If you happen to like it feel free to share the link with everyone you know. And should you decide to purchase it please click on the appropriate BUY NOW button or ADD TO CART button. Thanks for looking and reading! :-)

STOP VOTING START SHARING!

I believe in people. Not politicians.  We're just lazy and instead of doing the work ourselves we're going to put our faith in yet ANOTHER one of these trolls. Makes me sick, honestly.

Don't vote for anyone. Just stop voting in general. we need to put our faith in EACH OTHER!
It's the only way! Our minds are exhausted and the government is taking full advantage of it.

9/11

  None of it made sense to me and it still doesn't. It happened way too easy and without very much interference from the government. They had way too much knowledge about it beforehand for them to say they were "unprepared." I didn't buy their explanation then and I don't buy it now.

Newly Listed In My Shop

Here are some newly listed pieces in my shop.

 These pieces and many others can be viewed and purchased in my online Etsy art shop. Click this link: http://www.etsy.com/shop/buddhkist

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Rotation

Here is an original short story of mine. It is titled Rotation. Please read, comment, share, enjoy. Thank you.

  The earth rotates once more on its axis. The darkened side becomes the sunny side and the sunny side becomes the darkened side. All the while, people are either getting ready for another hum drum day or going to sleep in order to be rested for another hum drum day.

  My day used to be this way but today is different. Today I’ve decided to take a walk. I wake up when my alarm goes off at 8:30 am. I have my usual breakfast of waffles and two sausage links. That’s right, two links. I change into some suitable walking attire. A faded blue t-shirt, black sweat pants and my favorite pair of green converse. 

  After a quick stretching of my joints I walk out the front door and into the luminous morning glow. I look up at the sky and try to breathe in its vibrant blue. I notice a bird fly overhead, looks like it has lagged behind the rest of the formation. I set off on foot down the end of my street. When I get there I turn right and continue in a straight line for two miles or so. I fix my gaze on a palm tree up ahead. Its bark looks rather dry and cracked, like it hasn’t been watered for a while.

  When I reach the palm tree I take a moment to choose a new path. A big, yellow school bus passes by and emits some strong fumes from its exhaust. I plug my nose but I still choke and gag for a second or two. I finally decide to cut through a vacant lot in order to get onto a decent walking path.

  The lot is as vacant as you’d expect a vacant lot to be. I remember when I was about six years old and I first heard the word vacant I thought it was the same thing as bacon. But in this vacant lot there is no bacon. There isn’t even a stove on which to cook bacon. But there is a concrete foundation and a half finished house frame. I try to imagine what the house will look like once it is completed. I hope it doesn’t end up looking like most houses. But it probably will. I try to imagine what kind of family will inhabit the house. I hope they don’t end up being like most families. But they probably will.

  I quickly wave good-bye to the vacant lot with no bacon and continue walking down a newly cemented sidewalk. After another two miles, I come upon a marching line of red ants. Some of which I accidentally step on and some I try my best to avoid stepping on. I like to think that they are grateful every time someone purposefully avoids stepping on them. I know I’m grateful every time someone avoids stepping on me.

  I try to follow their militant pattern but they are far more devoted to it than I am. I suppose that’s a good thing. A couple of them are carrying what looks like bread crumbs on their backs. Some of the bread crumbs are at least five times bigger than they are. But somehow they manage to carry them all the way to their nest or hive or colony. I think ants live in colonies. Much more structured colonies than us.

  I wave good-bye to the militant ants and hop over some discarded beer bottles. Two have been smashed and four are still intact but empty. They almost look like shiny, gold chalices. But it is the sunlight that is successfully pulling off that illusion. The labels on all of them have been stripped and scraped off. I wonder why someone would scrape a label off a beer bottle. Maybe they weren’t supposed to be drinking. Maybe they were drinking on the sidewalk because they weren’t allowed to drink in their own home. Whatever their reason was they could have at least disposed of them properly. I pick up one of the empty bottles and toss it high up in the air. It lands and smashes six feet in front of me. I can hear a dog barking in the distance.

  My eyes scan the area for some kind of bag to collect the remaining bottles in. I spot a dusty garbage bag stuck to some weeds. It’s pretty big and only has one small tear in it. The only other garbage in it is some torn up fliers for a new techno club. I doubt we need another monotonous techno club taking up valuable space in order to charge twelve bucks for a margarita. One by one I place the three scraped beer bottles in the garbage bag. I tie the top as best as I can and drag it along with me.

  I try to wave good-bye to the broken shards of beer bottles but it just seems a little sad. They continue glistening in the sunlight and I continue walking. As I walk past a stray cat I begin to contemplate what to do with the beer bottles. I could bury them. But a dog or little kid might dig them up and start playing with them. I could just chuck them into a dumpster. But I really would like to find some better use for them. I could recycle them. But that’s practically the same thing as burying them. Or is it?

  While my mind is preoccupied I come upon a busy intersection. Traffic had come to a halt due to the fact that a motorcyclist had slammed into a traffic light. The motorcyclist and his motorcycle didn’t look badly injured. The motorcycle had a few small scrapes. The motorcyclist was shouting at the other motorists for not helping him move his motorcycle sooner.

  An elderly gentleman who was waiting at the bus stop walks up to me and says, “You missed a great show here!” He laughs and coughs and laughs and coughs.

  I wait for the cross walk light to blink on and I cross to the other side as smooth as butter. That’s right. Butter. Who doesn’t like butter? I dare you to say you don’t like butter! The only thing that can compete with butter is bacon. Yes, bacon. Perhaps I’ll start up my own bacon factory and call it Vacant Bacon. Sounds like a good idea.

  The three beer bottles in the garbage bag make a clinking sound with every step I take. It reminds me of a metronome. Every time I hear the word metronome I instantly picture a gnome on a subway train. Short people have a need for transportation too. If gnomes exist then why wouldn’t they use public transportation? It’s just common sense.

  Two joggers jog ahead of me. They are panting and perspiring a lot. One of them is a young woman and the other a young man. They both smile at each other as they jog. They seem pretty fit and full of energy. But they will never know the same kind of joy that I know.

  I approach another intersection but this one is less crowded with vehicles. But not because it isn’t heavily trafficked. It is less crowded because each car is whizzing by at a speed that is unrecognizable to me. I push the button for the crosswalk light. I wait a few seconds. Nothing happens. I push the button for the crosswalk light again. I wait a few more seconds. Nothing happens. I debate with myself on whether I should risk crossing or not. I am unable to come to an agreement with myself.

  Then I get an idea. I untie the garbage bag, reach in and pull out one of the torn fliers for the new overrated techno club. I crinkle it up into a tightly packed ball and place it gently in the street. When I see the next car approaching at a speed that is unrecognizable to me I make sure to pay close attention. The next car whizzes by and I watch as the balled up techno flier rolls away at a speed that is unrecognizable to me.

  I decide not to cross. I re-tie the garbage bag and sling it over my shoulder. I then turn around and walk in the opposite direction. After walking a good four miles, I come upon a street vendor. He is selling a variety of snacks and beverages. I flag him down and examine his selection. He does not know much English but he is able to recommend a bacon wrapped hotdog with mustard and relish. I call him a genius and pat him on the back. I also select a Diet Pepsi to wash down his magnificent masterpiece. I give him a five dollar bill and tell him to keep the change. He then tells me I’m fifty cents short. I offer him one of the empty beer bottles instead and he reluctantly accepts it. He wishes it wasn’t empty but knows that he can get a few cents by recycling it.

  I wave good-bye to the bacon-wrapped hotdog genius and walk on. The harsh sun begins to take its toll on me after another three miles. Where am I going? I ask myself out loud. I pass a couple of shops and restaurants and stop walking as soon as I see a lovely plant-filled park. I drop the garbage bag on the moist grass and plop down under a shady tree. I’m not sure what kind of tree it is. Maybe some kind of oak or maple.

  A group of skateboarders are attempting a series of complicated maneuvers on the green painted tennis court. Two little girls are fighting over the “good swing” and two teenage lovers are caressing each other on a grassy knoll. This is what life should be like every day. I lean back against the shady tree and rest my eyes for a spell.

  I am awakened some minutes later by a loud scream. I stand up and look around for the source of the scream. Apparently one of the little girls punched the other one in the nose and they were now locked in a death grip of sorts. They start rolling around in the sand and shouting incoherent phrases at each other. Finally, their mothers run to them and pull them apart.

  I glance over at the two teenage lovers on the grassy knoll. I walk over to them and hand them one of the torn up techno fliers. Apparently the monotonous techno club allows the under twenty-one crowd in once a week. They both look ecstatic when I hand them the torn flier. The teenage girl looks up at me and says, “Thanks! We’ve been wanting to go to something like this for a while!” The teenage boy half smiles.

  I then walk over to the group of skateboarders on the green painted tennis court. I watch them try to pull off some flashy tricks and jumps. “I wish we had something to jump over besides this lame tennis net.” One of the skateboarders says. I then reply with, “Would you like to jump over some beer bottles?” All the skateboarders stare at me in a confused manner. I take out the two remaining empty beer bottles and place them in the center of the green painted tennis court.

  “If you can jump over these bottles I’ll give you whatever is left in this garbage bag.” I say to the skateboarders. They still have a confused look on their faces but they are also intrigued by what the garbage bag may or may not be carrying. We shake hands to seal our deal and they all line up like militant ants.

  One by one they jump over the empty beer bottles with their skateboards. Some of them fall but they all jump clear over the bottles. I congratulate them then hand them the garbage bag. As they all peer into it I wave good-bye and continue walking.

  I walk for another mile and a half then decide to sit down on one of the bus stop benches. I still have no idea where I am going but I am glad I have no idea where I am going. I kneel down to re-tie my right green converse. “Are you taking the bus too?” I look up and am greeted with a beautiful face that belongs to a beautiful girl. “I might take the bus but I’m not sure.” I reply. “Oh. I’m taking the bus to school today. It’s my first year in college.” She sits down next to me and fiddles with a textbook. Her perfume smells like a bouquet of roses. “Your first year of college? That sounds exciting.” I respond. “Yeah. I guess.” She looks at me and smiles.

  Her blonde hair hangs down in curls just above her shoulders. She is wearing a light blue long-sleeved blouse and tight fitting blue jeans. It appears she has written something on her pink sneakers. “What is that you have written on your sneakers?” I ask her. “This? Oh it’s just the bus schedule. I wrote it on my sneakers in permanent marker so I wouldn’t forget which buses go where. I’m no good at keeping a paper schedule.” She blushes a little. “Oh I see. That is quite ingenious. You wouldn’t happen to like bacon… do you?”

  She stares at me in a confused manner but then quickly smiles and laughs. “I love it! The only thing that can compete with bacon is butter!”

  My heart starts beating a thousand miles per second. I gradually slide closer to her on the bench. “You are fascinating. Please tell me your name.”

  “Cindy. My name is Cindy. Cindy Simon. Well, my full name is Cinnamon Sable Simon but I prefer just Cindy.” She blushes a little more.

  “It is a great honor to meet you, Cinnamon. I mean Cindy. My name is Van. Well, my full name is Van Confucius Schwartz.” I extend my hand to hers, she pauses and then slowly grips and shakes.

  “It’s an honor to meet you too, Van. My bus is approaching so I’m afraid we have to cut our conversation short. Unless you’ve decided to take the bus after all?” Her eyes display a large amount of passion.

  “Maybe I will.” The bus comes to a strong halt as she tries to coax me on.

  “Oh and I happen to have brought some bacon with me to snack on.” She whips out a plastic baggie stuffed with bacon.

  “Okay, we shall ride the bus!” We both laugh out loud as we hop onto the bus.

  All this happened while the earth rotated on its axis once more. And the sunny side became the darkened side and the darkened side became the sunny side.

  This is what life can be. This is what life should be.