To my great shock I was accused of being “low class” yesterday. What does that mean buddy?
As far as I am aware it must hark back to the good old colonial british empire days? Like lady “downton abbey” and co looking down their royal blue blood noses at the “help”?
Yes I sound bitter. I am bitter. And I am reeling from a label that jerked the body inside the clothes.
Is this referring to a financial status? a way of behaving – like some bubblegum blowing teenager with a cockney accent? Even that in my opinion is a horrific “classification” of another PERSON.
Is is referring to a “bad” blood line with not enough “royalty” in it ? Or is it simply a person born badly by lineage who also has mannerisms (like farting) that do not FIT into “high” class society?
I am sorry, are we not in 2019? Did I miss a beat? Have women not got the vote largely in the world and even almost allowed to drive in saudia arabia?
Comments like that are what is wrong with society at large. Rather than celebrating “diversity” and “hybrid vigour” one chooses to spit and from such high ground and cause divisiveness.
Low-class : adjective : of low inferior standard, quality or a social class, cambridge dictionary adds -and the least money.
Pity you can’t take ” money” to the grave one day and that true love and joy do remain. The “richness” of being free to treat even a poor person with love and dignity is in my opinion high class. The attitude that one human is better than another is low class and sad really.
Funny how the world is upside for some. Luckily not for all.
Diversity is great and humans have greatness within them. Don’t let the bastards get you down.
Even the Simpsons seem confused 🙂
When you overload a cart the horses take strain. Much the same with the human body. Each cell requires a few things : amino acids, glucose molecules, and a whole host of other complicated yet simple molecules.
Each cell in the body essentially respirates, breathes in so to speak glucose and oxygen and breathes out ATP and CO2 in order to function, much like the lungs and the opposite of what trees do.
Simple yet complex.
If you overload the system with glucose molecules they will simply be stored as fat for a rainy day and also overwhelm and flood the system with stickiness.
That is what diabetes is in the type 2 sense of the word, flooding the system and causing a sticky mess.
Type 1 however is an initial lack of the key that takes the glucose into the cell and forcing the cell to respirate anaerobically which leads to death without the rescue molecule insulin.
Starving in a sea of plenty is type 1.
Drowning in a sticky mess is type 2.
The ebb and flow of the cell works in harmony if the correct diet is maintained and goes horribly out of whack with an overload or under-dose of glucose molecule flow to the cell.
1.) app of the year and its success story – well done MTN
2.) Jordan Peterson’s book – 12 rules for living and the impact it could have on us if we applied it 🙂
3.) a world widely connected and the availability of gems to all
4.) Gareth Cliff and his vision and content and joy bringing en masse
feel free to add to my list
What is halloween?
It is a festival that started more than 2000 years ago, this is before Christ. They were pagans in what we know as England today – celts.
It is a festival marking the end of the harvest season and has a long history.
I was trying to figure out why it is so offensive to the christian religion but even after researching I am confused.
If we really think back to 2000 years ago, and that is hard to comprehend. Life as we know it was very very different. They were as we call it pagans but really they were just trying to survive and using the sun, wind and stars to get them through the year.
As with all of these traditions like father Christmas and the easter bunny – do children really know the significance of the holidays we celebrate?
What does halloween mean for children – sweets, pumpkins, trick or treating, dress up. They certainly don’t channel anything.
I actually find it quite interesting that as humans in 2018 we still have followed a lot of customs from more than 2000 years ago, fairly “religiously”.
My personal feeling is that it is what you model daily, preach without words that has the biggest impact.
Also perhaps I am cooked in the head but “broad minded ness” in my book includes exposure to things rather than hiding them under a mushroom however this is just my personal opinion.
Peter and John went to pray one day, they met an old man on the way ay ay, silver and gold have I none said he, but such as I have give I unto thee. Rise up and walk.
Yesterday I was privileged to listen to a sermon on this very encounter. The man in the story did not have faith for healing. He had faith for what he had encountered for many years -scraps. Scraps of money, time, affirmation, food.
And yet that day he was healed. Leaping and jumping and praising God.
So much of many of our lives are lived much like this. Hoping for scraps. And really that is not what we were destined for.
There is so much more.
We have a mindset sometimes that we lock into for years and years. And then all of a sudden sometimes the light breaks in. And we can see.
And there is a time of feasting.
Being lame is innate to my name, Claudius – the lame one. Wounded healer.
What an absolute joy and jump to be able to gift healing in the physical sense. And sometimes even the emotional.
But true healing is a much deeper process that requires divinity.
And the amazing thing is that it IS available. And also one does not have to be ok with scraps, now put that in your peace pipe and take a long hard inhale.
Claudius was a very interesting fellow, conquered Britannia – the UK basically. To sojourn from Rome to Britannia in those days was quite a sojourn.
My daughter of 5 and I listened to a sermon on sunday about essentially the power of words and the impact they can have on relationship reconciliation.
It is indeed profound to me at how she just got it : “I love you mommy” , ” I am sorry, please forgive me”. So easy for a 5 year old to snap and seemingly so impossible for older folk to get this simple simple concept.
The power of the spoken word is immense. As the preacher said God said of His own son : “this is my son whom I love”. If the God of the universe and of creations feels the need to speak such an obvious statement and was able to speak the universe into being how much more should we not speak out loud affirmation and love to our loved ones.
The sermon has literally come up at least 10 x since sunday in her little head and in such a positive way.
Words are tools- power tools. Most days I really underestimate them.
The heart is a fragile thing in most, and yet a hard nasty thing in some. The arts and art is a thing like beauty – in the eye of the beholder and the eye is the window to the soul.
The soul – now there’s a concept. What is that?
What are we? Chemicals, chemical reactions on millions of different levels? Hard physical hardware ? A mixture? What makes one man soft and one man hard? Or woman. Let’s not go all porn here we are talking the insides right, the chemicals.
One day when you die does your soul live? And how do we know that for sure this side of death?
Musings on a wednesday …