20 Year Reflections: Viruses & Miracles

Man playing guitar alone at home

A fun POEM — I am NOT the author — from 20 years ago about another worldwide virus that all of us survived!
I just found it typed up in a box of papers I had saved and thought it a great time to share. Obviously, I thought it clever and I thought the event was worth memorializing (as did, obviously, someone else). We need to take moments of levity during tragic times.  It is a survival mechanism that’s been around for as long as we’ve been self-aware.  EVERYONE survived this virus, the one referenced in the poem, but the fears were very real. Do you remember?  Can you name it?
I will tell you a little secret, I DID buy heavy-duty plastic and duct-taped my windows and sliding glass door, as so many others did. We survived that one, and most of us will survive this one, bettering our chances if we use Wise Mind, listen to the scientists, and patiently follow the guidelines given to us.
You’ve never heard any fireman say, “Everyone, run as quickly as you can into the flames!”  No, they tell you to “walk calmly, single fire towards the exits.” This is a great example of listening to the professionals, following directions, and patiently using Wise Mind to get through those panicked times and into a safe location.
Right now your safe location is your home. Your masks are vital, but they are not a replacement for staying home. Your gloves may make you weak and vulnerable by giving you a false sense of protection. Be aware, think it through, weigh your feelings and your thoughts before making decisions… this is Wise Mind it should be part of your survival plan.

POEM TIME!!!

THE NIGHT BEFORE Y2K

‘Twas the night before Y2K, and all through the nation,
We awaited the bug, the millennium sensation.
The chips were replaced in computers with care,
In hopes that old “Bugsy” wouldn’t stop there.

While some folks would think they were snug in their beds,
Others had visions of dread in their heads.
And Ma with her PC and I with my Mac,
Had just logged on the net, and kicked back with a snack.

His image downloaded in no time at all.
He whistled and shouted, “Let all systems fall!
Go Intel, go Gateway, now HP, Big Blue,
Everything Compaq and Pentium too.
All processors big, all processors small,
Crash away, crash away, crash away all.”

All the controls the planes need for their flights,
All microwaves, trains, and all traffic lights.
As I drew in my breath and was turning around,
Out from the modem he came with a bound.

He was covered in fur, and slung on his back
Was a sack full of viruses, set for attack.
His eyes – how they twinkled, his dimples – how merry,
His midnight approach though soon became scary.

He had a broad little face and a round little belly,
And a sack full of viruses that quivered like jelly.
He was chubby and plump, perpetually grinnin’
I laughed when I saw him, though my hard-drive stopped spinnin’.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know, a new feeling of dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work.
He changed all the clocks then turned with a jerk.

With a twitch of his nose, and a quick little wink
All things electronic soon went on the blink.
He zoomed from my system to the next folks online.
He caused such a disruption – could this be a sign?

Then I heard him exclaim with a loud hearty cry,
“Happy Y2K to all, and kiss your PC good-bye!”

                                                                                                                           — Poet Unknown

I hope you had a little fun with that and that somehow, this little poem written 20 years ago for a virus the world was convinced would end life as we knew it — because all computers’ inner clocks were never programmed for dates beyond the 1900s —  helps you to remember the world is not ending.

And, in fact, the world is more alive than ever! Our atmosphere, the waters, it is all healing. Wild animals are making their presence known to us, reminding us that this is their world too. Some are even making a comeback from the brink of extinction. And we, you and I and all of those we have ever known, have woken up from a deep sleep of the mundane, our apathy, our arrogance, and our misdirected energy and now that we are awake we are now re-examining ourselves, revaluing the importance of everything, and reconnecting with our families, our communities, and our gods*.

Do you see them? Do you see the miracles happening all around us? Do you see people connecting with song whether from their windows on the streets of Italy or on the World Wide Web (we haven’t called it that for a very long time, but now it feels that way) singers and musicians from different countries to perform songs of faith together from their own shuttered up living quarters?  Do you see neighbors meeting neighbors they’ve never spoken to before? I do.  I see all of them and it is wonderful!
God turns everything for good. You’ve just got to be willing to be quiet, open your ears and listen for him, you’ve got to open your eyes and be willing to see them. And then, when you do, open your heart and 2seek Him. You won’t regret it.

(*Trying to be inclusive there.)
2And here is a poem by yours truly entitled, “God’s Child.”

The wonderful photograph was taken by Brantley Neal and acquired through Unsplash. It’s a great source for free photos under the Creative Commons Zero license, so check it out!

© MemeesMusings/B.L. Memee, 2020. All rights reserved.

O! God Now Come on the Earth

lightening, mankind, turmoil, strife, hatred, blog, poetry, emotionsvia Mere Jazbaat
Author: Syed Sabah ur Rehman

 

Understanding Today’s world is Arduous Task,

Like Filling water in the Broken Flask.

What were we and what we are,

All emotional Relations are Shifting Far.

 

Sentiments & sacrifices are mere words

They seem to be as we have Never heard

God has created us to survive,

but we are vandalising each other’s lives

 

who shed Tears is indeed the faulter,

as,it is nothing but just salted water.

Ecstasy is Altering in to Embarrassment,

No flower can Bloom in venomous Environment.

 

O! God now please stop taking our test,

come on the earth and abolish the tempest.

Original Poem entitled: O! GOD NOW COME ON THE EARTH © MereJazbaat.com, and Syed Sabah ur Rehman aka AATIF, 2016-2018 All rights reserved.
Republished with permission.
O! God Now Come on the Earth post © Memee’s Musings, and B.L. Memee 2017-2019. All rights reserved.
The wonderful photograph was taken by Emil Jarfelt and acquired through Unsplash. It’s a great source for free photos under the Creative Commons Zero license, so check it out!

The Young Messiah (movie review)

The Young Messiah | Memee's Musings
Today I decided I needed to take a little time just for myself and so I decided to go to a movie. I was feeling frustrated with school and the ongoing demolition that has been transpiring all week inside the house I live (not my house, I’m the nanny).  I had no idea what my options would be so I hopped on Fandango to check out the listings for our local theater with the mind that I would watch whichever movie I could get to the soonest… unless of course it was something I couldn’t possible consider “wasting” money on.  What I discovered was The Young Messiah (and in fact it was the only movie I would have been inclined to see) of the films playing.

And so I went.

I feel so peaceful now, calm and relaxed.  It was a truly beautiful film.  It is, of course, a fictional story as very little is known of Jesus’ childhood.  The film does not pretend to know the answers. It tells you straight up at the beginning that it is inspired by stories from the Bible and is fictionalized imagination of what one year of his childhood life may have looked like. I respect that.  Important events are depicted and strung together to create a cohesive whole (whether the timelines are true or not, I do not know.).  View it as the story of a very special boy living a unique life. Enjoy the great love and faith that binds the family together and the gentleness of spirit that exudes from the child’s spirit.  I found myself wiping away tears from both eyes on more than half a dozen occasions.  The beauty of the cinematography and the strength of the music really touched me deeply.  But of course, I’ve always had a strong spiritual connection with my faith, my God, and my Savior.

Before making up my mind that I would in fact see that film I had typed into the search engine for reviews and at quick glance they all appeared to be poor.  Yet, I was still compelled to choose it. And I am so grateful that I followed my own heart. It was everything I wanted it to be.  It was truly beautiful and will remain with me for a long time and I recommend it to anyone who has a strong love of Jesus and our relationship with God and can watch it as the celebration of a human being, which is truly what I think it was meant to be.

Buyer Beware: There’s a Spamming Devil Out There!

Devil whispering in the antichrist's ear
Deeds of the Antichrist by Luca Signorelli;  1501

Fascinating.

I was just going through all of the spam that has been swept away from my blog, site unseen and came across a “comment” that WordPress recognized as spam and spirited away on my behalf. The sender spoke about a “personal experience” and finding a spell caster to resolve the issues. I found it funny. I have friends who are “witches”. I don’t ask much. I figure it is more of a deviation of druids or something, you know nature and such, not the devil.  I don’t figure it’s my job to save them from themselves. I don’t think they need saving.  We all worship and value different things. It is my belief that God loves us so much He gave us freedom of choice and we should respect the choices others make for their own lives. I also believe that God knows everything we will choose, every path we will take because He is ever present… past, present and future.  He loves me. He loves you. He’s got us covered.

But this particular comment felt different than how my friends talk.  It felt thick and deceptive, it felt like a wolf cloaked in sheepskin.  It intrigued me. I read it and now I’m sharing my thoughts with you.

Maybe I have changed, I don’t know. I know that everytime I read in the comment about my so-called need for a spell caster I thought to myself, BUT GOD TAKES CARE OF ME. I DON’T NEED MAGIC. I DON’T NEED TO MANIPULATE THE UNIVERSE OR INVITE EVIL TO CROSS MY DOORSTEP.  I continued to read the entire post. I noticed that despite the language appearing to be friendly and informative and hiding it’s true purpose that the writer, claiming to be without affiliation had a login name that included the 666. I thought that was funny too. Then at the end, just above the how to contact this “spell caster” she leaves the following list of things this man, this doctor, this spell caster can remedy.

Contact him for the following:

(1)If you want your ex back.
(2)If you always have bad dreams.
(3)You want to be promoted in your office.
(4)You want women/men to run after you.
(5)If you want a child.
(6)You want to be rich.
(7)You want to tie your husband/wife to be yours forever.
(8)If you need financial assistance.
(9)Herbal care
10)Help bringing people out of prison
11)HIV/AIDS and cancer cure.
12)Revenge and death spell.
13)Lottery winning spell.
14)Money spell.

Contact him today on:

Again, I just had to laugh… these are selfish desires.  One thing I am not, is selfish. Yes, I am a sinner.  But they certainly knocked on the wrong blog’s door. To conclude:

Buyer Beware:  The Devil is spamming for souls!  Personally, I think I’ll stick with God and my Savior, Jesus Christ. They have always done right by me, even when I didn’t necessary like it.  Thanks but no thanks.

Get Behind me, Satan!

Mining Material I’d Left Behind: War & Prophesy

HEAVEN

Writing 101 wanted us to delve back into our scrubbed drafts in order to mine for hidden gold and recycle some of our words for poetry. There are at least 3 drafts that I really was passionate about writing and then for whatever reason (lack of time/energy, forgetfulness, life) I never completed and did not post. Abandoning these three disappoints me because they represent some of my BIG thoughts and important moments in my life since beginning this blog. Below you will find a first draft of some BIG thoughts I was trying to tackle in a post and wish I’d kept on with and published properly.

I am not tonight in the mood to rip apart old material. This piece got lost and off track and certainly needed more draft revisions. However, I am going to share it with you as is… unrefined, unfinished and incomplete. Just because, well, just because I am choosing to do so. Perhaps I’ll do the assignment eventually. Perhaps not. They did mention a cool little app that turns your tweets into poetry (but my tweets didn’t turn up anything worth sharing) called Poetweet. You might like to check it out for yourself if this topic doesn’t float your boat or read that brief little post of mine which I just linked from ten months ago. Whatever. I’m just glad you dropped in.

Heaven, I’m in Heaven… or is this Hell? Living in Biblical Prophesy

Dust off your Bibles! The news we are following in our papers, on our televisions and across the Internet are clearly spelled out within its pages. It is not a book of ancient fairytales but a historical reference and a guide for modern day on who, how, and when the horses will ride, ushering out the Church Age and delivering us to Armageddon and Rapture and never-ending grace.

I was a child of the 70s and I have very distinct memories of doing Nuclear War drills in elementary schools.  Hide under your desk and cover your eyes… giving us hope that we would survive a blast — I mean, they were telling us we had to be careful not to go blind after all!  They were telling us that hiding under a tiny little desk that was open on all sides but above would mean the difference between life and death.  These were supposedly “tools” that would keep us safe from harm but in reality it was mass brainwashing of an entire generation of children.  

I understand that the fears and wounds of WWII were still fresh on the minds and hearts of the adults.  But for me, what those safekeeping tools did was create hysteria that lasted into my 20s. I grew up in the small city of Eureka, California just a few short miles south of town was the Humboldt Bay Power Plant and so when the and in 1983 the graphic and disturbing made-for-television movie, The Day After aired. And everyone in America watched in fear and silence and perhaps to learn more so they could be prepared. I still remember sitting their at my aunt’s house in Illinois (I was visiting over the Thanksgiving week). If I hadn’t been traumatized enough by all of the war drills I’d been forced to participate in during elementary school, this movie solidified my fears. No one in Eureka had survived. Not a single soul. Yep, my Eureka. Eureka, California was nuked in the movie because we had a power plant. From that night on I knew I was doomed. It could happen any time. Every time an air horn sounded (which was probably bi-weekly, or I heard the sound of planes flying overhead in the middle of the night I began sweating and shaking uncontrollably I was triggered: This was it! The bomb was about to be dropped. I was as good as dead.

Now I wonder whatever happened to all of those old air horns. I haven’t heard one sound in decades. I don’t know how I’d react if I heard one, especially if it blared in the middle of the night. I know that when I hear airplanes in the sky I still look up at night and if they awaken me in my sleep as they so often did in my youth, it still evokes fear in me.

Now I view the world as a much, much more evil and hate-filled place. And I do not think it is because I am an adult trying to compare the world of today to the world of a sheltered child. People ARE different. Children ARE different. The World IS on a slippery slope into Hell.

I was not raised with a strong religious background though I have always believed that God has been very active in my life as Jesus also watches over me. And I was never exposed to Revelation prophecies. Until recently, I thought the End Times prophesizers were zealous religious wackos. But as I watch and read the news each day I am becoming more and more convinced that The Bible, the book we think of as past history — if we are among those that view at as having any truth or value at all — is telling the story of what is happening in our world today. All nations are coming together against Israel. Earthquakes are occuring.  There are beheadings in the streets, heads on spikes, earthquake swarms at key supervolcano locations and people are holding or wearing signs saying they disavow their God… The world we live in today is scary to think about and Biblical requirements for the coming of the anti-christ and Jesus himself are coming into fruition at an astounding rate.

Pestulence
Sons killing mothers, children shooting children.

This post is dedicated to the children of the world, the sweet innocent ones as well as those poor children who are themselves soldiers in a religious battle that’s tenants they do not understand, a battle between Good and Evil, God and Satan, a battle that will come and go in the manner God has foretold us of.  God is timeless therefore he knows the past, the present and the future all at the same time.  And as scary as the world is today I am coming to understand that these horrible atrocities we humans are committing against one another and our children must come to pass in order for true peace, harmony and grace to be delivered.  I am finally going to be baptised and ask my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, to shower me with his gifts and blessings. I hope that you too will keep your eyes open and your lanterns filled.

A Portrait of Compassion

Sometimes you need a hand to hold

Romans 12:12
Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.

Last Sunday my 91-year-old grandmother fell down and could not get up. She tried calling out for help but could not find her voice. I was the one who found her sprawled out on the floor at ten a.m. She reported that it had been dark outside when she fell. She spent the night terrified because none of us knew she had fallen, none of us knew she may have been hurt. Fortunately, she was not hurt, no stroke, no heart attack and no broken bones. Unfortunately, it was very traumatic emotionally and as she lay there, her body stiffening and cramping from remaining in the same position hour after hour, she did not know herself that she was, from a medical standpoint, fine. Continue reading

I Dreamt of Rapture

pi in the skySo last night, Easter Monday night, I dreamt of Rapture… yes, The Rapture. It was beautiful and magnificent and very, very real. The textures and clarity of the images were beyond what most dreams were. This was not one of those lucid dreams, you know, the kind where you are aware you are dreaming, I was 100% in the dream aware of my feelings and emotions and all of the wonderous sights occurring all around me.

It has been a long day and it is dark outside now. I was eager to get my dream down on paper — I should have actually realized that I could use paper! — before much of it faded away but WordPress gave me difficulty all day today. But I am here now and so I will share what I can with you. Continue reading