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To Many Unanswered Questions

So the world is supposed to be ending,  huh? That’s bad because I never have found out who let the dogs out, the way to get to Sesame Street, why Dora doesn’t just use Google maps, why we don’t ever see the headline “Psychic Wins Lottery”, why women can’t put on mascara with their mouth closed, why “abbreviated” is such a long word, why lemon juice is made with artificial flavor yet dishwashing liquid is made with real lemons, why they sterilize the needle for lethal injections, why do you have to “put your two cents in” but it’s only a “penny for your thoughts”? Where’s that extra penny going to? Why did Joanie love Chachi? If a deaf person has to go to court is it still called a hearing? Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane? Does the alphabet song and twinkle twinkle little star have the same tune? Why did you just try to sing those two previous songs? And just what is Victoria’s secret? You see, the world just has to keep going. I have too many questions……and do you really think I am this witty ????, because I actually stole this from a friend, who stole from a friend , who stole from a friend , who stole from for a friend , who stole from a friend ….I dont know who wrote this , I can’t find a name.

 

 

Hope you steal it, share it and laugh a little this weekend!!!!

Luartfan

 

THE POSSIBLE BREAKDOWN?

A few months back when the weather was still warm outside, I was driving up the state to spend some time with my mom. While driving I passed a family that was actually outside playing baseball or softball in the yard. They had their aunts and uncles, cousins or maybe friends, neighbors sitting in lawn chairs rooting them on…. I slowed down, cracked the window a bit and smiled as I watched a little boy run the bases and seeing another try and chase him for the tag and listening to the cheering section. For me that was unusual in this day and age to see such a sight.
Kids, families rarely take the time to spend that kind of quality time together anymore. I mean yeah, we have our children enrolled in community sports, like soccer, church basketball or on school sports teams, that is if they are good enough to make the team. It is true, the times have changed, and so have the consequences of what we have allowed to take the place of our responsibilities.

Remembering when I was in elementary school…. I could remember having a fear, a good fear of hoping to never being sent to the principals office. Back in the 1970s
if you were called to the principals office, it mainly meant you would be receiving the paddle… aka a swat on the rear! I can honestly remember kids, mainly boys who
would be called out of class for such a visit and you knew what happened upon their return because most of them had a red face or a tear. I don’t ever recall the same boy ever being called out twice, but only once in the entire year…. which meant, a ONE TIME TRIP TO SEE THE PRINCIPAL IS ALL YOU WOULD NEED.
NOw a days, the paddle has been replaced with cards… when a kid gets into trouble from the teacher, he/she has to pull a card, if again they get into trouble, they have to pull a yellow card, again if in trouble they pull a red card and lose their break/recess… If a more serious offense then they have to take a trip to the principals office for a verbal discussion and possibly an entire day of recess loss????? I mean really? I know some kids who rarely get recess anymore…. Do you know what this does to a child within? Just think about it, for a second? Do you know what this does to a teacher? They have no authority, they have no rights either, like the parents. They fear losing their jobs, or worse being sued which will affect their careers and family.

I also remember when being a kid, if I got into trouble by a responsible adult or family member… then I got into trouble when I got home. There was none of this, Aunt Jane is to blame or Uncle Tommy is to blame or Mr/Mrs DOE(teacher) is lying. There was a genuine good healthy fear, that kept us kids in balance and within the boundaries of right and wrong…. back then right and wrong was defined by the ten commandments!

I never went to church as a kid… but I knew about the ten commandments… they were a foundation for my generation to have the right to build upon if we chose to do so. I don’t recall ever being mentally scarred, or emotionally devastated because the ten commandments were within public buildings and in full view for my eyes to read them if I chose to do so.

I can only offer my opinion as to why we are seeing such devastating results in our communities with our children…. when you take away discipline and rights from parents, and responsible adults who love and care for our children and give these rights to the children…. we in turn rob our children of that healthy fear, to help them thrive in life and society.

Since the mid 70s, we have succeeded in taking away discipline in the schools, we have removed the very foundation our country was built on (The Ten Commandments) from our public buildings and view. We have taken away parental rights by allowing the HIPAA LAW to pass in 1995 and signed in 1996 into law;  which gives our children the right to have full say over GUARDIAN OF THEIR PERSON at a very young and immature age and DENY US AS PARENTS the right to be privy to any mental, medical, or health records. Yet, I see everyday parents being blamed for not taking enough responsibility in raising their children up right or disciplining them right? Who can tell me what is right? How are you raising your child, better than I or my neighbor? When most parents have fear of being arrested for abuse because their teenager is out of control… we see it time and time again… remember the FB DAD who corrected his daughter? The police was all over his ass….and the kids know this, they know they have more rights than you and I.

We have no right or wrong boundaries anymore? Some say it is alright to smoke pot, drink beer, smoke a cigarette, others say it is not? MY GOD, our own states and federal agencies are divided over certain issues… How confusing to our children? And yet the parents are to blame?
The law says if you can’t control your kids, then let us find a reason or better yet, you as parents give us a reason to arrest them and we will do it for you? When doing that… their entire future is at stake, if not ruined? Is that what we have come to? Is this the right answer? Throw them behind bars? Out of sight out of mind kind of answer? I wish someone would answer me…. because my mind doesn’t really know. My heart tells me NO, it isn’t the right answer… because we are better than this!

This is what I do know. When I was kid, I had a healthy fear of my teachers, principals, aunts, uncles, parent, community law enforcement …but my biggest fear was my grandparents who I can remember having to go out and pick and pull my switch off the tree for my discipline when I was in need of correction…. do you know what that can do to you as a kid??? It can straighten your attitude, and adjust your way of thinking quicker than anything! It will teach you to be respectful of others…

I remember not having a choice when having to go visit family and or sitting and watching 60 minutes or worse The Lawrence Welk Show as a kid…. instead of Jackass and sponge bob.
I also remember being able to laugh with my cousins because our families always had time for each other and we made quality time to play hide and go seek, tag, freeze tag, red rover red rover send crazy right over, cards, board games, (family feud was my all time favorite, in fact I still have it for the memories) My favorite part of the yard games was when everyone would put their foot or fist in the huddle and someone would count off like so to pick who would be it! Who can remember this one… my mother and your mother were hanging up clothes, my mother socked your mother right in the nose.. what color was the blood? Then someone would pick a color and you would then spell the color out, in turn who ever’s fist the last letter landed on was not it.

Kids today don’t even know what freeze tag is… much less know how to be fair in being picked first or accepting being last. We see more and more of bullying techniques.

Look, I don’t have the answers. I only know I fear for my sons, their futures, and their future families in this current environment in which we live. Without the right to healthy discipline in our schools and homes, without healthy boundaries and being given the right to choose foundations of right and wrong defined by the ten commandments and without giving new parents and parents of young children the security and right to step in and make proper decisions for their wellbeing, when their children are not mature enough to do so or in danger of destroying their health, lives….. we will have no one to blame but ourselves for allowing our law makers to continue to do it for us. WITH THAT SAID I CONTINUE WITH THIS:

I am appalled to read in the news about the deceased Nancy Lanza, mother of Adam Lanza a 19 year old…. who by definitions of the UNITED STATES LAW, was considered an adult, and deemed completely responsible for having being able to make decisions for himself as guardian of his person…. in turn his mother had no right, nor was privy to any of his medical or mental records under the HIPAA LAW long before he ever turned 19. If guessing probably since he turned 15. She is unable to speak now… but being a mother of a 19 year old myself; this media attack on her, hits close to home and I will be a voice to speak up to those passing judgment upon her. Though our issues here are different, the red tape with the HIPAA LAW is the same. I know what I have dealt with personally the last few years with my son in dealing with the confidentiality laws, and hospitals privy acts and blah blah blah… in regards to my sons prescription drug addiction…. I was thrown out of a hospital room a few years back, because I wanted my son to get help… at the time he was in denial of his addiction. He had more rights than I, which is still the case with all our children. DO NOT BLAME THE PARENTS…. BLAME THE STATES AND BLAME WASHINGTON for the current mess we have….again, we can blame ourselves as parents, if we fail to stand and call for RESPONSIBLE CHANGE!!!

Instead of always taking away… we need to consider giving back….

I think there could be room for revisement within the gun control issue… I just don’t want another mistake like what is within the HIPAA LAW and everything gets taken away from good people for protecting their families and property from the bad ones, who never follow the laws anyway.  I think there should be revisement within the HIPAA LAW, instead of taking all parents rights away… take only from the ones who deserve their rights taken.
I honestly feel if we start here, we might be successful in securing a safer more productive environment for our future generations of children. We as parents have a responsibility, more so now than ever to contact our local congressman and demand change by having our voices heard.

REMEMBER THIS:
Those who want to be bad, will always be… no law, no amount of discipline, love will change this…. it is written into the fabric of our time….. it was so from the beginning and it will continue thru out the ages, long after you and I are gone.

This is just my thoughts for I am troubled. AND for those who asked how I can sleep at night? The truth is… for about the last four to five years… I have slept very little… my heart aches constantly, my spirit stays troubled…. because we just don’t need change, we need RESPONSIBLE CHANGE and that starts within all of us who call America home.

Tonight I pray for Ryan Lanza and his father… they too are grieving for they have lost a mother, brother, son and I am certain a friend….

May GOD GRANT PEACE TO ALL, AND IN TIME, MAY GOOD COME FROM THIS.

luartfan

WHICH ONE WILL YOU CHOOSE? I’M THE SHEEPDOG

This is a long read but really puts some things into perspective based upon the terrible tragedy that has occurred in Connecticut. On Sheep, Wolves and
Sheepdogs (From the book, On Combat, by Lt. Col. Dave Grossman)

“Honor never grows old, and honor rejoices the heart of age. It does so because honor is, finally, about defending those noble and worthy things that deserve defending, even if it comes at a high cost. In our time, that may mean social disapproval, public scorn, hardship, persecution, or as always, even death itself. The question remains: What is worth defending? What is worth dying for? What is worth living for?”

– William J. Bennett In a lecture to the United States Naval Academy November 24, 1997

One Vietnam veteran, an old retired colonel, once said this to me: “Most of the people in our society are sheep. They are kind, gentle, productive creatures who can only hurt one another by accident.” This is true. Remember, the murder rate is six per 100,000 per year, and the aggravated assault rate is four per 1,000 per year. What this means is that the vast majority of Americans are not inclined to hurt one another.

Some estimates say that two million Americans are victims of violent crimes every year, a tragic, staggering number, perhaps an all-time record rate of violent crime. But there are almost 300 million Americans, which means that the odds of being a victim of violent crime is considerably less than one in a hundred on any given year. Furthermore, since many violent crimes are committed by repeat offenders, the actual number of violent citizens is considerably less than two million.

Thus there is a paradox, and we must grasp both ends of the situation: We may well be in the most violent times in history, but violence is still remarkably rare. This is because most citizens are kind, decent people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or under extreme provocation. They are sheep.

I mean nothing negative by calling them sheep. To me it is like the pretty, blue robin’s egg. Inside it is soft and gooey but someday it will grow into something wonderful. But the egg cannot survive without its hard blue shell. Police officers, soldiers and other warriors are like that shell, and someday the civilization they protect will grow into something wonderful. For now, though, they need warriors to protect them from the predators. “Then there are the wolves,” the old war veteran said, “and the wolves feed on the sheep without mercy.” Do you believe there are wolves out there who will feed on the flock without mercy? You better believe it. There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep. There is no safety in denial.

“Then there are sheepdogs,” he went on, “and I’m a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf.” Or, as a sign in one California law enforcement agency put it, “We intimidate those who intimidate others.”

If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen: a sheep. If you have a capacity for violence and no empathy for your fellow citizens, then you have defined an aggressive sociopath–a wolf. But what if you have a capacity for violence, and a deep love for your fellow citizens? Then you are a sheepdog, a warrior, someone who is walking the hero’s path. Someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, into the universal human phobia, and walk out unscathed.

The gift of aggression

“What goes on around you… compares little with what goes on inside you.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Everyone has been given a gift in life. Some people have a gift for science and some have a flair for art. And warriors have been given the gift of aggression. They would no more misuse this gift than a doctor would misuse his healing arts, but they yearn for the opportunity to use their gift to help others. These people, the ones who have been blessed with the gift of aggression and a love for others, are our sheepdogs. These are our warriors.

One career police officer wrote to me about this after attending one of my Bulletproof Mind training sessions:

“I want to say thank you for finally shedding some light on why it is that I can do what I do. I always knew why I did it. I love my [citizens], even the bad ones, and had a talent that I could return to my community. I just couldn’t put my finger on why I could wade through the chaos, the gore, the sadness, if given a chance try to make it all better, and walk right out the other side.”

Let me expand on this old soldier’s excellent model of the sheep, wolves, and sheepdogs. We know that the sheep live in denial; that is what makes them sheep. They do not want to believe that there is evil in the world. They can accept the fact that fires can happen, which is why they want fire extinguishers, fire sprinklers, fire alarms and fire exits throughout their kids’ schools. But many of them are outraged at the idea of putting an armed police officer in their kid’s school. Our children are dozens of times more likely to be killed, and thousands of times more likely to be seriously injured, by school violence than by school fires, but the sheep’s only response to the possibility of violence is denial. The idea of someone coming to kill or harm their children is just too hard, so they choose the path of denial.

The sheep generally do not like the sheepdog. He looks a lot like the wolf. He has fangs and the capacity for violence. The difference, though, is that the sheepdog must not, cannot and will not ever harm the sheep. Any sheepdog who intentionally harms the lowliest little lamb will be punished and removed. The world cannot work any other way, at least not in a representative democracy or a republic such as ours.

Still, the sheepdog disturbs the sheep. He is a constant reminder that there are wolves in the land. They would prefer that he didn’t tell them where to go, or give them traffic tickets, or stand at the ready in our airports in camouflage fatigues holding an M-16. The sheep would much rather have the sheepdog cash in his fangs, spray paint himself white, and go, “Baa.”

Until the wolf shows up. Then the entire flock tries desperately to hide behind one lonely sheepdog. As Kipling said in his poem about “Tommy” the British soldier:

While it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, fall be’ind,” But it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind, There’s trouble in the wind, my boys, there’s trouble in the wind, O it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind.

The students, the victims, at Columbine High School were big, tough high school students, and under ordinary circumstances they would not have had the time of day for a police officer. They were not bad kids; they just had nothing to say to a cop. When the school was under attack, however, and SWAT teams were clearing the rooms and hallways, the officers had to physically peel those clinging, sobbing kids off of them. This is how the little lambs feel about their sheepdog when the wolf is at the door. Look at what happened after September 11, 2001, when the wolf pounded hard on the door. Remember how America, more than ever before, felt differently about their law enforcement officers and military personnel? Remember how many times you heard the word hero?

Understand that there is nothing morally superior about being a sheepdog; it is just what you choose to be. Also understand that a sheepdog is a funny critter: He is always sniffing around out on the perimeter, checking the breeze, barking at things that go bump in the night, and yearning for a righteous battle. That is, the young sheepdogs yearn for a righteous battle. The old sheepdogs are a little older and wiser, but they move to the sound of the guns when needed right along with the young ones.

Here is how the sheep and the sheepdog think differently. The sheep pretend the wolf will never come, but the sheepdog lives for that day. After the attacks on September 11, 2001, most of the sheep, that is, most citizens in America said, “Thank God I wasn’t on one of those planes.” The sheepdogs, the warriors, said, “Dear God, I wish I could have been on one of those planes. Maybe I could have made a difference.” When you are truly transformed into a warrior and have truly invested yourself into warriorhood, you want to be there. You want to be able to make a difference.

While there is nothing morally superior about the sheepdog, the warrior, he does have one real advantage. Only one. He is able to survive and thrive in an environment that destroys 98 percent of the population.

There was research conducted a few years ago with individuals convicted of violent crimes. These cons were in prison for serious, predatory acts of violence: assaults, murders and killing law enforcement officers. The vast majority said that they specifically targeted victims by body language: slumped walk, passive behavior and lack of awareness. They chose their victims like big cats do in Africa, when they select one out of the herd that is least able to protect itself.

However, when there were clues given by potential victims that indicated they would not go easily, the cons said that they would walk away. If the cons sensed that the target was a “counter-predator,” that is, a sheepdog, they would leave him alone unless there was no other choice but to engage.

One police officer told me that he rode a commuter train to work each day. One day, as was his usual, he was standing in the crowded car, dressed in blue jeans, T-shirt and jacket, holding onto a pole and reading a paperback. At one of the stops, two street toughs boarded, shouting and cursing and doing every obnoxious thing possible to intimidate the other riders. The officer continued to read his book, though he kept a watchful eye on the two punks as they strolled along the aisle making comments to female passengers, and banging shoulders with men as they passed.

As they approached the officer, he lowered his novel and made eye contact with them. “You got a problem, man?” one of the IQ-challenged punks asked. “You think you’re tough, or somethin’?” the other asked, obviously offended that this one was not shirking away from them.

“As a matter of fact, I am tough,” the officer said, calmly and with a steady gaze.

The two looked at him for a long moment, and then without saying a word, turned and moved back down the aisle to continue their taunting of the other passengers, the sheep.

Some people may be destined to be sheep and others might be genetically primed to be wolves or sheepdogs. But I believe that most people can choose which one they want to be, and I’m proud to say that more and more Americans are choosing to become sheepdogs.

Seven months after the attack on September 11, 2001, Todd Beamer was honored in his hometown of Cranbury, New Jersey. Todd, as you recall, was the man on Flight 93 over Pennsylvania who called on his cell phone to alert an operator from United Airlines about the hijacking. When he learned of the other three passenger planes that had been used as weapons, Todd dropped his phone and uttered the words, “Let’s roll,” which authorities believe was a signal to the other passengers to confront the terrorist hijackers. In one hour, a transformation occurred among the passengers–athletes, business people and parents–from sheep to sheepdogs and together they fought the wolves, ultimately saving an unknown number of lives on the ground.

“Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself after that?”

“There is no safety for honest men except by believing all possible evil of evil men.” – Edmund Burke Reflections on the Revolution in France

Here is the point I like to emphasize, especially to the thousands of police officers and soldiers I speak to each year. In nature the sheep, real sheep, are born as sheep. Sheepdogs are born that way, and so are wolves. They didn’t have a choice. But you are not a critter. As a human being, you can be whatever you want to be. It is a conscientious, moral decision. If you want to be a sheep, then you can be a sheep and that is okay, but you must understand the price you pay. When the wolf comes, you and your loved ones are going to die if there is not a sheepdog there to protect you. If you want to be a wolf, you can be one, but the sheepdogs are going to hunt you down and you will never have rest, safety, trust or love. But if you want to be a sheepdog and walk the warrior’s path, then you must make a conscionable and moral decision every day to dedicate, equip and prepare yourself to thrive in that toxic, corrosive moment when the wolf comes knocking at the door.

For example, many officers carry their weapons in church. They are well concealed in ankle holsters, shoulder holsters or inside-the-belt holsters tucked into the small of their backs. Anytime you go to some form of religious service, there is a very good chance that a police officer in your congregation is carrying. You will never know if there is such an individual in your place of worship, until the wolf appears to slaughter you and your loved ones.

I was training a group of police officers in Texas, and during the break, one officer asked his friend if he carried his weapon in church. The other cop replied, “I will never be caught without my gun in church.” I asked why he felt so strongly about this, and he told me about a police officer he knew who was at a church massacre in Ft. Worth, Texas, in 1999. In that incident, a mentally deranged individual came into the church and opened fire, gunning down 14 people. He said that officer believed he could have saved every life that day if he had been carrying his gun. His own son was shot, and all he could do was throw himself on the boy’s body and wait to die. That cop looked me in the eye and said, “Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself after that?”

Some individuals would be horrified if they knew this police officer was carrying a weapon in church. They might call him paranoid and would probably scorn him. Yet these same individuals would be enraged and would call for “heads to roll” if they found out that the airbags in their cars were defective, or that the fire extinguisher and fire sprinklers in their kids’ school did not work. They can accept the fact that fires and traffic accidents can happen and that there must be safeguards against them. Their only response to the wolf, though, is denial, and all too often their response to the sheepdog is scorn and disdain. But the sheepdog quietly asks himself, “Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself if your loved ones were attacked and killed, and you had to stand there helplessly because you were unprepared for that day?”

The warrior must cleanse denial from his thinking. Coach Bob Lindsey, a renowned law enforcement trainer, says that warriors must practice “when/then” thinking, not “if/when.” Instead of saying,“If it happens then I will take action,” the warrior says, “When it happens then I will be ready.”

It is denial that turns people into sheep. Sheep are psychologically destroyed by combat because their only defense is denial, which is counterproductive and destructive, resulting in fear, helplessness and horror when the wolf shows up.

Denial kills you twice. It kills you once, at your moment of truth when you are not physically prepared: You didn’t bring your gun; you didn’t train. Your only defense was wishful thinking. Hope is not a strategy. Denial kills you a second time because even if you do physically survive, you are psychologically shattered by fear, helplessness, horror and shame at your moment of truth.

Chuck Yeager, the famous test pilot and first man to fly faster than the speed of sound, says that he knew he could die. There was no denial for him. He did not allow himself the luxury of denial. This acceptance of reality can cause fear, but it is a healthy, controlled fear that will keep you alive:

“I was always afraid of dying. Always. It was my fear that made me learn everything I could about my airplane and my emergency equipment, and kept me flying respectful of my machine and always alert in the cockpit.” – Brigadier General Chuck Yeager Yeager, An Autobiography

Gavin de Becker puts it like this in Fear Less, his superb post-9/11 book, which should be required reading for anyone trying to come to terms with our current world situation:

“..denial can be seductive, but it has an insidious side effect. For all the peace of mind deniers think they get by saying it isn’t so, the fall they take when faced with new violence is all the more unsettling. Denial is a save-now-pay-later scheme, a contract written entirely in small print, for in the long run, the denying person knows the truth on some level.”

And so the warrior must strive to confront denial in all aspects of his life, and prepare himself for the day when evil comes.

If you are a warrior who is legally authorized to carry a weapon and you step outside without that weapon, then you become a sheep, pretending that the bad man will not come today. No one can be “on” 24/7 for a lifetime. Everyone needs down time. But if you are authorized to carry a weapon, and you walk outside without it, just take a deep breath, and say this to yourself… “Baa.”

This business of being a sheep or a sheepdog is not a yes-no dichotomy. It is not an all-or-nothing, either-or choice. It is a matter of degrees, a continuum. On one end is an abject, head-in-the-grass sheep and on the other end is the ultimate warrior. Few people exist completely on one end or the other. Most of us live somewhere in between. Since 9-11 almost everyone in America took a step up that continuum, away from denial. The sheep took a few steps toward accepting and appreciating their warriors, and the warriors started taking their job more seriously. The degree to which you move up that continuum, away from sheephood and denial, is the degree to which you and your loved ones will survive, physically and psychologically at your moment of truth.

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.Luartfan ~ AKA a MOM, An AMERICAN SOLDIER, a WARRIOR, a MEMBER OF A TEAM and a STRONG SUPPORTER of the 2nd AMENDMENT

Merry Christmas

Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy the rest of the year with your family and friends. Be sure to take time and share in the hustle and bustle of Christmas shopping with those you love while eating and laughing at all the holiday parties and certainly last but not least, enjoy opening all the gifts under the tree with your name on them.

May 2013 bring more happiness, love and prosperity into your homes and with your careers.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Everyone!

Luartfan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FORWARD

Though we officially aren’t in a new year, but riding out the old…. today I hope my words here will urge you (regardless of one’s beliefs, opinions or how you voted) to embark on looking within your individual self and as a citizen of this vast land we all inhabit and ask…. NOT WHAT CAN MY COUNTRY DO FOR ME, BUT WHAT CAN I DO FOR MY COUNTRY?   That is what I intend to do, this is my focus.

The people of the United States of America have spoken. Now we have a responsibility to stand united.  If you think you have nothing to offer cause your candidate didn’t win, the least you can do is pray.   If you pray God’s Will, then you will not go wrong and you will have done something beneficial.   I share with all the winners from this 2012 election from the bottom of my heart; starting with my Commander In Chief  down to each states county and local government winners within the United States…..  I promise to pray for you, your families  and ask that you serve in the position you were appointed to the best of your abilities, not for personal gain, but for the better of the Nation. I will pray GOD’s guidance, wisdom and his influence will be supreme within your inner convictions before signing your John Hancock on any line during your term.  If the pen doesn’t feel right in your fingers, then maybe it best the pen not be used to sign?  Be diligent and take time to read what comes before you and ask for God’s discernment over yourself before making any decision that affects your local community or our  Nation as a whole. Our children deserve your time, they are trusting you to make good decisions to better their future.  I ask God  to grant a blessing and his protection upon each household starting with the White House.  May God bless our Leaders and may God continue to bless America and our world.

 

Believing we can do this….. together we can make a positive difference.

luartfan

The Pursuit of Happiness

What do the very words “Pursuit of Happiness” mean to you?

I believe they are words meant to inspire mankind to always continue to thrive, regardless of circumstance.  They can be  found within the heart of our very own Declaration of Independence.

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.–Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government.

Click links below to read more regarding the importance of the above mentioned document.

http://www.archives.gov/exhibits/charters/declaration.html

http://www.archives.gov/exhibits/charters/declaration_transcript.html 

Years after the Declaration of Independence was written and signed, John Adams and Thomas Jefferson began to correspond once again, this time not as political foes, but as friends.

My Dear Mr. Jefferson,

Would you go back to your cradle and live over again your 70 years? ~ John Adams to Thomas Jefferson

You asked if I would agree to live my 70 or rather 73 years again? To which I say “ye.” I think with you that it is a good world on the whole, that it has been framed on a principle of benevolence and more pleasure than pain dealt out to us. There are indeed who might say “né” gloomy and hypochondriac minds despairing of the future. To these I say… How much pain have costs us the evils which have never happened? My temperament is sanguine, I steer my bark with hope in the head leaving fear a stern ~ Thomas Jefferson to John Adams

Dear Sir,

A letter from you calls up recollections very dear to my mind. It carries me back to times when beset with difficulties and dangers we were fellow laborers in the same cause, struggling for what is most valuable to man. His right of self-government. Laboring always on the same oar with some wave ever ahead threatening to overwhelm us and yet passing harmless under our bark. We knew not how, we rode through the storm with heart and hand and made a happy port. ~ John Adams to Thomas Jefferson

Neverminded my dear sir if I write four letters to your one. Yours is worth more than my four. You and I have ought not to die before we have explained ourselves to each other. ~ Thomas Jefferson to John Adams 

Dear Sir,

I may rationally hope to be the first to depart.  And as you are the youngest, and the most energetic in mind and body. You may therefore rationally hope to be the last to take your flight. ~ John Adams to Thomas Jefferson

Dear Sir,

Crippled wrists and fingers make writing slow and laborious. But while writing to you, I lose the sense of these things in the recollection of ancient times when youth and health made happiness out of everything.  I forget for awhile the horrory winter of age when we can think of nothing but how to keep ourselves warm and how to get rid of our heavy hours until the friendly hand of death shall rid us all at once. ~ Thomas Jefferson to John Adams

By the Spring of 1826 letters between Thomas Jefferson and John Adam started to dwindle due to their ailing health.

A gallon lamp oil costing one dollar and twenty-five cents has lighted my chamber highly twenty-five nights for six hours a night; which is five cents a night for a hundred and fifty hours. ~ Thomas Jefferson’s final notation in his day book. ~ May 22, 1826

Jefferson was asked to be the keynote speaker for the Declaration of Independence 50 year celebration.  Jefferson gently declines speaking in Washington on July 4th 1826 but sent these final words which I find to be relevant for today’s generation of Americans.

May it be to the world what I believe it will be to some parts sooner, to others later, but finally to all.  A signal of arousing men to burst the chains under which monkish ignorance, and superstition have persuaded them to bind themselves and to assume the blessing and security of self-government.  All eyes are opened or opening to the rights of man. The general spread of the light of science has already laid open to every view the palatable truth: that the mass of mankind has not been born with saddles on their backs, nor a favored few booted and spurred, ready to ride them legitimately by the Grace of God. These are grounds of hope for others.  For ourselves let the annual return of this day forever refresh our recollection of these rights and an undiminished devotion to them. ~Thomas Jefferson

Declaration of Independence

Ironically on July 4th, 1826 the 50th anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence  John Adams passed this life at 5pm in the afternoon.  His last words, Jefferson still lives….. Thomas Jefferson however passed this life just a few hours before his beloved friend John Adams on the same day.

And so we have gone on and so we shall go on, puzzled and prospering beyond example and the history of man.  And I do believe we shall continue to grow, to multiply and prosper, until we exhibit an association powerful, wise and happy beyond what has yet been seen by man.  I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past.  So good night.  I will dream on, always fancying that Mrs. Adams and yourself are by my side, marking our progress. ~ Thomas Jefferson to John Adams

                                                                                                                                                                                          

                                                                                                                                                                                          Thomas Jefferson  1997 Biography by documentarian Ken Burns

May you be inspired,

luartfan

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8arvEzHsA8&feature=youtu.be ~ Don’t Stop

Just an old rock collection

Thought I would post some pictures from my newest hobby I have come to love, gemstone collecting.  These stones both in raw form and in their  cut & polished form are absolutely beautiful.  Many of the raw stones you will see here have not been properly identified.  When given the time I try to contact local gemologists or research online attempting to have them identified. It has been a daunting task, but one I have enjoyed. I have heard so many wonderful stories about people and their so-called rock collections that most people tend to over look.  Before I post the pictures, I want to share a couple of stories I have heard recently that made me smile when showing off my collection to local gemologists.

This year there was a gentleman who had a collection somewhat like mine. He didn’t have them properly identified when he took them to a gem show and placed some up for sale.  He had them spread out looking nice with their price tags out in front. A buyer came up and was interested in a large blue rock he had sitting there with a price tag of $10.00 in front of it. The buyer handed the seller $10.00 and took the blue rock and off he went to see what else he could find.  The $10.00 blue rock just happened to be the largest blue sapphire in world that sold on one the most prestigious auction houses in the world for a whopping $2 million.  I am sure the gentleman that sold that beauty for $10.00 is still sick….. poor guy.

I would like to share another story I was recently told and it really made my day. There was an elderly man who lived in a trailer, he didn’t have much in way of material things. He was a kind, simple man who mostly kept to himself.  He had this one favorite yellow, brownish rock he found when he was in his prime (younger adult years) that he loved a lot, bigger than a baseball, about the size of softball, he used for a doorstop. People who would come by thru the years never gave it any attention as it sat there in full view for many years.  One day the man had a distant relative pass thru to check on him, and to have a friendly visit. Just so happened the visitor knew a little about geology and couldn’t help but notice the softball size rock holding the door open. He began a conversation about it and listened to the story of how his relative came into possession of this rock.  The visitor took his relative along with the rock to have it examined and his suspicions were correct. What had held this man’s door up for many years was nothing more than a very large piece of GOLD.

WOW!!!! I love stories like the ones I shared!

Hope you enjoy the pictures.

A few of my favorites

tanzanite & diamonds

I have had pieces not shown here GIA certified.

Hey, if you have old rocks, it wouldn’t hurt to  have them checked out. U could be the next millionaire! Who needs a lottery ticket when you could have a rock worth millions?

U just never know.

Have a great week.

xoxo,

luartfan

 

 

 

 

 

 

Would You? Could You? Should You?

It is true I am a DEEP thinker and so I am going to share a DEEP THINKING STORY.

For about three weeks now I have been reminded daily of a story I heard long ago. I don’t remember where or who I heard it from and it may be possible I even read it somewhere. I just know it affected my thinking and recently the story has been at the forefront of my mind.

The story starts:

It was a Wednesday night church service when most mid-week day service messages were geared toward the youth of its congregational members and or guests. The young Pastor of the church had brought in an elderly man to bring the message this particular Wednesday evening. The elderly man was introduced by the younger pastor as a  family friend who was nearing his retirement from being a pastor himself of many years and he wanted to extend him the courtesy of bringing a message to his church members before he retired.  As the elderly pastor made his way to the podium, with no words spoken, he greeted the younger pastor with a hand shake and a firm hug before the younger left the stage and took a seat by his wife and  children.

The elderly pastor scanned over the large congregation and noticed he had a packed church house to hear the message of the evening. As he began to open his bible his attention was drawn to the back of the church where he noticed  two young boys to be in their teens sitting making some noise and not really caring  to hear another message of God’s Word.

The boys were in their own world, whispering amongst each other as the  pastor opened with prayer. After he prayed he begin the evening message with saying “he just loves it when GOD redirects him from just out of the blue to share something different then what was originally intended.”  So he closed his bible and began to share a story. He told a story about two young teenage boys who from elementary school age had grown up as friends. The boys always played together and as they grew older in preteen years they seemed  inseparable. However when the teenage years came around, other people began to influence their thinking. One stayed close to his family and God, the other grew closer to outsiders who were always getting into trouble, making bad choices. The boy who was close to his father and God, asked his dad what he could do to help his best friend  make better choices?  His father shared with him never to quit believing in the power of God and prayer. He also encouraged  his son to make some sacrifices from things he wanted to do and maybe spend some quality time with his best friend, in hope of being a more positive influence.

The son listened to his father and called his friend to arrange to spend some time with him. His friend agreed to spend some time hanging out. They decided to go fishing. They began to go a couple of days a week, just hanging out, fishing, talking and sharing while enjoying the  good times and making new memories. One night the son came to his father and shared with his dad he was really concerned for his friends’ wellbeing and for the state of his friends’ soul. He shared with his dad, that he loved his friend so much that he would give his life in hopes that his friend might find his. He then asked his father to pray that God give him wisdom and the right words to speak to his friend, that he might come around to making better choices for himself. The father prayed with his son to have wisdom and courage to accept Gods Will for his friend. The father offered to take  the two boys fishing one day very soon.  A couple of weeks went by and the father approached his son about making a fishing date with him and his friend.

While the elderly pastor continued speaking and sharing the story, he noticed he had the attention of the two young boys that sat in the back of the church. They were listening to him share this story about these two friends.

The day came that the three of them decided to go fishing and the father decided he would treat the two boys to a day out on the lake fishing from a small bass boat he had borrowed from one his  own friends.

The two boys were excited and the fishing was going good when all of sudden their boat was hit or side swiped by an oncoming ski boat full of teens driving to fast and not paying attention. The two boys fishing had fallen into the lake. The father had been knocked to and from and too had fallen off from the boat. He did manage to get back into the boat and began frantically yelling for help.  He noticed both of the boys were in the water and the distance between them seemed so far. The father also realized at that moment he had  a decision to make. Who would he save first, his son who seemed to be floating in the water and not moving, or his son’s friend who was splashing and struggling to stay above water? Chances are he would not be able to save both.  He prayed as he jumped into the water and began to swim toward his son, looking over and the distance toward his son’s friend.  It was then he remembered his sons words a couple of weeks back. “I would give my life for my friend.”  The father looked at both boys and in an instant  knew time was running out. He looked at his son and yelled that “he loved him with all his heart” and he turned to swim toward his son’s friend.  He brought the boy to the boat and began to swim back to see if he could find his son. His boy  was nowhere to be found. The father returned to the boat and waited with his son’s friend until help arrived. The friend asked the man, “why did you save me and not your own son?” The father looked at the boy and he told him what his son had shared about giving up his own life in hopes  that he would find his and begin to make better choices.  “As I was swimming toward my son, MY FATHER in HEAVEN told me if I let you drown, you would not live. If my son drown he would live for he was saved and he knew his Father in Heaven would take better care of him then I could. So it was then I turned to swim to save you, that you might live. “ They wept and the two were inseparable from then on remaining in one another’s lives.

The elderly pastor asked the congregation to bow their heads for closing prayer. 

 As the congregation began to clear out the elderly pastor noticed the two boys still lingering around so he walked over to them and introduced himself. The boys asked if they could ask some questions about the story. He replied “certainly.” One boy said, “I don’t believe that story  could ever come true.”  The other boy said, “what person would ever save someone other than their own blood when having a choice?”  The elderly pastor smiled. He said, “OH! But the story was not a made up story. It is a true story.”  The boys laughed and told him they didn’t believe him and that he was a pretty good story-teller, because they listened. He smiled again and with a chuckle, he replied “I KNOW.”  “The both of you are the reason I felt compelled to share the story. I felt in my spirit you both needed to hear a true story.”  Again the boys told him they didn’t believe the story to be true.

The pastor again stated, “but boys it is true.” “YOU see I know it is true because it is my story. I am the father who saved the friend of my son and your pastor is the friend who I saved that day on the lake. If I had let him drown, not only would he have lost his life that day, he would have lost his soul. My son was saved and  he will now see both of us again one day.” It was then the younger pastor of the church joined the three in their discussion and he did confirm the story shared was true and it was his testimony about how he came to know GOD and his son.  He could have drowned that day and lost everything including his own soul.  “My best friend had prayed for me and was willing to give his life for another, mine.” said the younger pastor.

The boys including the two pastors started to weep and the two boys left the church changed inward for the better than when they arrived that Wednesday night.

The choices we make today very well may have impact on another’s life in the future.

Our trials, struggles, and losses we endure, may not always be about ourselves. But about those who enter our life for what ever reason and however brief.

Would you save another ?

Could you save someone other than your own?

Should you consider such questions to think on?

A few years back I felt compelled to post a poem on a website for a special person. Today I share the same poem with all of you in hopes that whatever you are facing, good or bad it will help you reflect on how precious you and your life  are.  I hope you find strength from it.

poem:

If finding God’s way in the suddenness of storms makes our faith grow broad – then trusting God’s wisdom in the “dailyness” of living makes it grow deep and strong. Whatever may be your circumstances, however long it may have lasted – wherever you may be today. I bring you this reminder:  The stronger the winds, the deeper the roots, and the longer the winds…. the more beautiful the tree.

Much Love,

Luartfan

“It is not about the state of a person’s outward appearance or material worth, but ultimately it is the state of a person’s soul and how that person leaves an impression upon another’s life that will define their legacy” ~ Renee Emery

THE DANCE

I have sent you my invitation, the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living. Don’t jump up and shout, “Yes, this is what I want! Let’s do it!” Just stand up quietly and dance with me.

Show me how you follow your deepest desires, spiralling down into the ache within the ache. And I will show you how I reach inward and open outward to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, every day.

Don’t tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart. Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

Tell me a story of who you are,
And see who I am in the stories I am living. And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.

Don’t tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day. Show me you can risk being completely at peace, truly OK with the way things are right now in this moment, and again in the next and the next and the next. . .

I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring. Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall, the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will. What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?

And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.

Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart. And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.

Show me how you take care of business without letting business determine who you are. When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul’s desires have too high a price, let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

Show me how you offer to your people and the world the stories and the songs you want our children’s children to remember, and I will show you how I struggle not to change the world, but to love it.

Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude, knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging. Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day.

And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest intentions has died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

Don’t say, “Yes!”
Just take my hand and dance with me.

Poem by ~ Oriah

 

Have a beautiful weekend.

Much love,

Luartfan

The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. ~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer

“If you found yourself here reading this piece….. May you be inspired to search your own soul, heart and mind, learning to be true to yourself.  Have a beautiful rest of the week and weekend friend.” 

 Luartfan