The Time Is Nigh!

Last night I dreamed of a city where man practiced brotherhood;

Where all men treated each other right, by doing that which is good;

Where peace, justice, and love like a river did flow.

And smiles, happiness and joy, on every face did show.

Alas, I awoke from my slumber to find there was still misery and strife.

So, I cried aloud to my Watchman and asked, what is the hour of the night?

From What Time Is It? Courtesy of The Time Tunnel

Written by: Fletcher L. Brown aka “Pro” (ca. 1974)

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Clearly, we can no longer rely on “the Watchman!”

This is not the time to fall back asleep or indulge in flights of fancy about some prior or coming age…

The time for awakening is nigh…

LOOK AT WHAT’S HAPPENING RIGHT UNDER YOUR NOSE!!!!

WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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There’s something happening here

What it is ain’t exactly clear

Stop, hey, what’s that sound

Everybody look what’s going down

Stop, now, what’s that sound

Everybody look what’s going down

Stop, children, what’s that sound

Everybody look what’s going down

For What It’s Worth, Performed by Buffalo Springfield

Songwriters: Stephen Stills lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music Inc.

LOOK AT WHAT’S HAPPENING RIGHT UNDER YOUR NOSE!!!!!

Billions to Trump Lobbyists

The REAL Looters

Relief for Americans Ending

REALLY?

And there’s more where that came from.

Please folks, don’t get distracted!

Look at your situation!

Are YOU winning?

WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gregory Morning

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Alternative Title:  Strangers who unknowingly have a very important function in our lives.

With the “alternate title” in mind, I give you Gregory Morning!

NOT his real name, because I do NOT, in fact, know him, and probably never will!

But that’s neither here nor there.

Follow me now…

Lady J and I get up every morning at half-past the rooster’s crow in order to get to school in a timely manner.

Mind you, we are never at risk of being officially late.

However, I’ve found that if we leave after a particular point in time I’ll be stuck in traffic hell once I drop her off.

So, before the sun rises, I gently rouse Lady J—and subsequently keep her on task so that I can leave in time enough to avoid the snarl that I so dearly abhor.

Now, after Lady J has wiped the sleep from her eyes, eaten breakfast, taken a shower, brushed her teeth, gotten dressed, and packed up her grip, we’re off to the races!

Enter Gregory Morning.

A lanky uniformed fellow who walks the short distance from his house to the school that Lady J attends.

By the way, Lady J said he looks like a “Gregory.”

And so it is written into “law” that he shall always be known as Gregory 🙂

I gave him the last name “Morning” because that’s the only time of day that we see him.

Anyway…

Gregory, our dear friend that we do NOT know, functions as my unofficial timekeeper of sorts.

If Gregory is at the top of the hill; I’m doing good.

No traffic worries 🙂

If Gregory has made it to the traffic light, I am a bit behind.

Some traffic…Eh…it’s tolerable 😏

But…

God forbid, if Gregory is standing at the school’s entrance, I’m SCREWED 😱

It’s traffic all the way to more traffic and then some!

I simply cannot with all that!!!

And so…

If Gregory is standing at the school door, then I immediately know to go park somewhere until the madness dies down.

Hey, it gives me time to read my e-mails, WordPress notifications and Instagram messages.

Problem solved!

Long live Gregory!

Do you have a “Gregory Morning” in your life?  Meet me in comments and tell me all about it!

Love and light to you,

LadyG 💋 💋

 

 

 

Ron’s Time Tunnel: What Time Is It?

EYECLOCK

 

Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,

The sheep are in the meadow and the cows are in the corn;

Where is that boy who looks after the sheep?

Under the haystack; fast asleep.

 

As the “Comet” sped away across the blue-black sky, there came one in its wake; riding its bright streaming “tale” asking, “what time is it?” A true visionary, this one was the “Son of the Comet.” A voice crying out to us that “the alarm clock of life is ringing!” It’s time to wake up!  It’s time to go to work! We’re running late! No time to hit the snooze button and get a few more minutes of sleep.  It’s time to wake up! Let’s go to work!  Let’s work for a better, more compassionate and caring society. Let’s go to work for peace and unity. Let’s go to work for equality and justice. It’s time to go to work!  Time is winding up!”

My father (the Son of the Comet) wrote this poem dealing with the question:

“WHAT TIME IS IT?

Murder and rape have almost become common place.

Drugs and alcohol are no longer a disgrace.

It’s even hard to tell the women from the men

Popular names have replaced what used to be called “sin”.

Men and women laugh when they see you doing what’s right.

Please! Find my Watchman and seek from him-the hour of the night.

My, how time on eagle’s wings is fleeing;

Disaster on every hand we are meeting.

Day by day; pushing us closer to the grave;

But yet all the sins of Sodom we do dearly crave.

We need to turn back to God, and do what is right.

Watchman! Light the lamp and tell me; what is the hour of the night.

We live today as if time were our own.

Unaware of the fact that soon it’ll all be gone.

We think light of anyone who practices brother hood.

And, we just won’t do all of the things that we should.

War is still raging, and there’s no peace yet in sight.

Will someone shake my watchman and ask…What is the hour of the night?

Last night I dreamed of a city where man practiced brotherhood;

Where all men treated each other right, by doing that which is good;

Where peace, justice, and love like a river did flow.

And smiles, happiness and joy, on every face did show.

Alas, I awoke from my slumber to find there was still misery and strife.

So, I cried aloud to my Watchman and asked, what is the hour of the night?”

-Fletcher L. Brown (ca. 1974)

 

Next week Ron’s Time Tunnel:  “It Ain’t Slick a Damn”

Ron’s Time Tunnel: There Is No Juice In Juicy Fruit!

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Once, Gramp told a story of her early days as a teacher. She was visiting the homes of some of her students, who lived “in the country.” Teachers, in those days, were more than just teachers; they were an integral part of the community. She, and others like her, desired to learn what the children’s family lives were like, in order to better understand their students and meet their educational needs.

One hot, sweltering, summer day; she was visiting with one of these families. She’d been standing there in the bare yard with the children’s parents for several minutes, as the children played joyfully in the dusty yard. As she stood and watched, she noticed one of the children remove a well-chewed piece of chewing gum from her mouth hand it to one of the other children. The child who received the “prize” popped it into his mouth; chewed viciously for several minutes then passed it on to another of the children. The mother of the children noticed Gramp’s puzzled gaze, and thinking that Gramp wanted to join the queue of gum chewers, called the child—who presently had the gum—over to where they were standing. Holding her hand up to the child’s lips, she demanded, “Suck the spit out of that gum and let “Mae Liza” chew it some!” (Mae Liza being the shortened version of Gramp’s name). “Mae Liza”, kindly declined that most generous offer because she knew that, contrary to popular belief, THERE IS NO JUICE IN JUICY FRUIT!

So what is the message here? Well, the message is two-fold. The first lesson to be learned is this: Young people! You don’t have it as bad as you think you do! At least you can open up a fresh pack of chewing gum and enjoy a stick of it, all to yourself. In the grand scheme of things, the minor inconveniences you have to endure are just not that serious.

The second message is of this ilk: Some of the “glitter” that is flashed before you is not really “gold”; it’s “Fool’s Gold”; it is JUICY FRUIT. Although the fancy packaging of the brand, implies that the contents are JUICY, there is no JUICE within; only a dry stick of sugary, cavity producing gum. The JUICE is something that you have to produce from within yourself. There just isn’t any JUICE in JUICY FRUIT! Get your education! FORGET the nonsense and while you’re at it, REMEMBER these 10 things.

 

  1. The VALUE of TIME
  2. The SUCCESS of PERSEVERANCE
  3. The PLEASURE of WORK
  4. The DIGNITY of SIMPLICITY
  5. The WORTH of CHARACTER
  6. The POWERS of KINDNESS
  7. The VIRTUE of PATIENCE
  8. The IMPROVEMENT of TALENT
  9. The JOY of ORIGINATION

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  1. The ABSENCE of JUICE in JUICY FRUIT!

“Receive my instruction and not silver and knowledge rather than choice gold, for wisdom is better than rubies, and all things that may be desired are not to be compared to it.” ~Proverbs 8:10-11

Next week; “God’s Lullaby”, a poem.