Monday, October 25, 2010

Demographics Decide For Us

In "America Alone", Mark Steyn covered the effects of Demographics on the planet.  It was a wake up call.  Here is a version quicker than reading a book.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Sunday, October 3, 2010

The Bird

The Bird

by Jillian Ann on Sunday, October 3, 2010 at 6:08pm
Once Upon a time there was a magical bird, she would come to visit and if she felt safe and inspired she would stay, many didn't know she was a magical bird and would scream and yell at her to leave. They would get upset when she ate their food, they would think she was a nuisance and scare her away. She never really minded leaving for she always had her wings. Once day someone saw the bird and decided that even though it was a strange bird they would feed it and told the bird she could stay and she was safe. The bird decided to stop flying around in big circle and built a nest, then sometime later the one who took her in came out and found the bird was gone.

 They looked in her nest and there were eggs but these were not normal eggs, one was silver, one was gold and one was something unknown. The bird never returned, but it turned out what it had left was a gift ten fold to all it had been given. The bird went back to flying then landed somewhere new, someone found her and liked how she sang. Then they decided to take her into the city and have her sing, people would throw quarters at the bird and the one who brought her there took the money and went back and spent it all. Afraid of losing the bird they built a cage, the bird could no longer fly, afraid of never being able to fly again the bird would beat her wings against the bars, each day they would take the bird into the city to sing. One day the bird just laid there nothing came out, stupid bird, they yelled, sing, now, and they bird looked up and then closed its eyes.  The owner now had no use for the bird to feed it seemed senseless so they release the bird, the bird flew away and found a tree.

Then  The bird found a little girl, the bird knew children could see more then the adults so the bird went  to the little girl, the little girl ran to their mother begging to keep the bird as a pet. Her mother looked at the worn out skinny bird, the mother rolled her eyes, if you must. The little girl built the bird a nest, and put her stuffed animals in, then she would feed the bird off of her own plate, she told the bird stories and she loved the little bird. She didn't know the bird could sing, she didn't know it laid magic eggs, she just loved it because she still remembered not all things around magic eggs or quarters. One day she found a magic egg, she looked at the bird and the bird looked back, and because she knew that animals can talk she talked back, ok its our secret.  The little girl hid the eggs from everyone, and kept the bird quiet, and for years she took care of the bird, until she was no longer a little girl. Soon she was a women so she took the bird with her and she moved into the city, she moved to the top of a building so the bird could still feel like it was in a tree.  One day she came home and the bird was gone, but it had left behind so many magic eggs that the women never had to worry about anything ever again. But she missed her friend and she would go to the top of the building and look to the sky put her hand on her heart and send her love out to the bird through the sky.  

The bird continued on its journey, sometimes people would receive a magical gift in return for their love, sometimes they would receive nothing and would almost kill the magical creature, if you caged the bird it would not sing, nor leave a gift, if you tried to hold the bird down it would just fly away, the only way you could keep the bird was to love it, to nurture it, to let it feel safe. Because it was a bird it knew when it wasn't and then no magic would happen, if they yelled at the bird told the bird it was useless or sucked, if they beat the bird to try to make it do something the bird would only close its eyes and in its mind go away to a place inside of its mind where it would fly and there inside it was safe.  The bird could only do its magic when it was safe, loved, nurtured, and not afraid for its life, or afraid of being harmed. The little girl saw this because the little girl was the same way.... but many couldn't see this for they had forgotten that love feeds magic ...

She loved the bird even if it didn't sing, she loved the bird even if it didn't give her gifts, she just loved the bird to love the bird, she loved the bird even when they bird flew away to somewhere else and left her, she loved the bird so much even then she would go out and send her love through the sky to the bird every  night  . The bird could feel this love through the sky, and the bird knew who was sending it . On night the bird returned to the rooftop to visit the one who loved her so much. She had grown older and the bird stayed for awhile, left some magic eggs, this time the women had a child , and she brought the child to the roof top to meet the bird..

The child's eyes grew wide, and she smiled as she reached out to pet the bird. Then she tried to hold the bird and keep her from flying, the bird looked to the mother, and then the mother looked to the child. You cannot hold the bird you can only love her, you have to let her be a bird, you cannot change her from being a bird, if you do it will destroy her , you can only love her, you cannot own her. The child looked to the motherdo you own me? no,does anyone own anyone ,no, are we all like birds ? yes  , so I have to just let the bird be a bird and if it leaves it leaves but to love is to love the bird even if it is just a bird that doesn't sing? that doesn't leavemagical gifts ? even if the bird may leave and never return, yes...

Then the bird looked to the sky, then looked them both in the eyes, but I don't want the bird to leave, I will miss the bird its so pretty, it's ok to miss the bird, it's ok to love the bird but to cage it will kill the bird ,the little girl looked sad, but then how do I love a bird thats not here? The bird is still here, and she put her hand over her daughters heart, and will always be here, and you can send the bird love through the sky and the bird will feel it and send it back .. The love never dies unless we let it, unless we believe it or we destroy it by trying to hold on to it, to cage it or own it.

Then the bird flew away into the sunset and every night until the little girl died she would go to the roof over the city and place her hand over her heart and send her love over the sky to the bird and to all those she ever loved that had flown away and then she would feel it coming back through her hands and back into her heart.  Each night her heart grew larger , even though she was alone on a rooftop in the center of a city, every time she put her hand on her heart and sent her love out, the love within her only became deeper, richer, and she would close her eyes and find herself flying, high , above the cities above the fear, above the cages alongside the bird.