This is what happens when you get weirdos on your melo trying to do baaaad things. haha!

My friend octoberskies has asked me to post a prayer and general assistance request for a little boy named Jacob who has recently been diagnosed with the disease known as Hypophosphatasia.

Toby has given me a link here that gives some more details about the disease as well as ways you can help Jacob to receive treatment. 'Depending on the severity of the skeletal disease, there may be deformity of the limbs and chest. Pneumonia can result if chest distortion is severe. Recurrent fractures can occur.Teeth may be lost prematurely, have wide pulp (inside) chambers, and thereby be predisposed to cavities. As yet, there is no cure for hypophosphatasia and no proven medical therapy. Some medications are being evaluated. Treatment is generally directed towards preventing or correcting the symptoms or complications.'

Toby is involved with this because she is a friend of the band, State of Man, whose drummer little Jacob is related to.

Please visit this link or octoberskies' site to find out more about how you can help. The goal is to raise enough money to cover medical expenses and to send Jacob to the Shriners Hospital in St. Louis, MO where they have a special department set up to study and treat people with this baffling disease.

Even if you canny donate, you can still remember Jacob in your prayers and thoughts. No child should have to be going through this, and when you think that there is no cure at this time, it's very scary. Jacob needs our help.

Thank you. :)

Every morning I receive an email from the man who wrote Conversations with God, Neal Donald Walsch. Now admittedly, my conversations with God are not so complimentary and philosophical and run more to the tune of, ''Oh my feckin' god, why are you torturing me soooooo?'

Neal, on the other hand seems to bask in god's good side [which I might also if I had Neal's money from writing books about his conversations with God heh, but I digress.]

Many times Neal sends psychological truisms which I find comforting. Sometimes I say, 'Oh SURE Neal,' and I chuck the email in the bin, but sometimes I like what I read. Yesterday he said this, and I happen to know it is true. (I'll write it in a second).

At my most desperate, I usually turn to God and Our Lady and all my angels and saints and start begging. I think of things to be thankful for. I pray. I repent and tell god stuff like, 'You KNOW how I am. What did you make me this way for if you didna like it huh?' I get out my symbolic things and cling to them.

What I have found lately is that if I BELIEVE that I am being helped, I feel better and things go better. If I ask for something and have the expectation of receiving it, I feel better.

This is what Neal wrote yesterday:

...that peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek,

but a means by which we arrive at that goal.

So, whatever is bothering you today, dun worry it like a dog with a bone. Think about your problem being solved and imagine in your mind that it is getting solved. Hold that belief and keep thinking of little things to be thankful for. Say them outloud. If you dun believe in God, thank Nature or Life or whomever you do believe in.

John Lennon said it also when he wrote that song, 'Imagine.'

Shakespeare said it when he said nothing is so but what thinking MAKES it so.

Think some good thoughts today. :)

<---- This is your brain thinking good thoughts!


♥

Some have a lifetime, some just a day
love isn't something you measure that way
nothing's ever forever, forever's a lie
all we have is between hello and goodbye

It's not how long the spring, it's not how wide the sky
it's just how sweet the time between hello and goodbye

The music has ended I still hear the song
our moment was brief, but our kisses were long
Though the loving is over the love of you stays
and the memory will warm me the rest of my days

It's not how long the spring, it's not how wide the sky
it's just how sweet the time between hello and goodbye
We never shared September or watched the colors of fall
but in that wink of time we had we knew we had it all

It's not how long the spring, it's not how wide the sky
it's just how sweet the time between hello and goodbye

--'From Noon Till Three'

Lyrics by Bergman - Image

...doing things other people would find ridiculous.

Yesterday, besides this and gathering news for my political site, I worked on what I call my fan sites. I have a few of them. Certain people captured my interest when I was little, and I never grew out of it, so I have journals where I collect information and pictures about them. 'Tis nothing special. Then I started back again on my religious site. I have had it a long time. I like it a lot. I used to work on it weekly, but then I got lazy. I have another art site where I collect Japanese art. I just like collecting things. I should have made my own museum in real life, but that takes money, so I just do it on the net. That's why I love the internet! :)

I think it's a combination of the north wind blowing and the waxing moon, oh, and the 20 fecking bastard kids running around in a PACK downstairs that has put me in a mood. I'm set to kill today. The cats didna let me sleep last night either, and I really needed it. Someone on the radio is singing 'It's Nature's way of telling you something's wronnngggg...' right now in case I didna get it.

This picture is like something I envision in my nightmares, if I had nightmares. That would require sleep heh.

I shortened my friend list because I am feeling mean. It's a bit of a slap in the face to continue to read about people's problems and shit and try to sympathise, only to be %100 ignored, so I am over it. I'm just pissed today. Dun mind me.

By Rick Zolkower

Last night I got the shock of my life when I accidentally caught site of my Livejournal without being logged in. Here all this time I never see it except when I am logged-in. I KNEW Lj was putting ads which are visible to unlogged in viewers on basic accounts, but I never realised that their voraciousness concerning ad placement and revenue would supercede all common sense boundaries of this thing we call 'good taste.'

So I have to say that this does NOT make me want me to give Livejournal the money for a paid site in order to get rid of these ads. Why bother? The ads will be all over the place for other viewers anyway, which makes the whole site tacky and stupid-looking for everyone. That would be like having a mansion in a ghetto--what would be the use?

It's not that I am opposed to all ads. I understand financial concerns. I use other sites with ads. But wtf Livejournal? Putting ads BETWEEN ENTRIES? Putting huge honking flash ads all along the side of your journal, at the top and the bottom?

ARE YOU ON CRACK?

Maybe so, and that's why you need so much money.

From 'The Prophet':

And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship."
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart...


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