rockets of desire in my vibrational reality

If you think that sounds obscene, check this:

This is a quote:

And you came with powerful intentions to experience contrast and to launch clear rockets of desire into your Vibrational Reality for the purpose of expansion.

WHAT THE HELL!?

Thus sayeth Abraham.
Well, he allegedly "spoke" or texted or transmitted the words above in red. The "What the Hell!? was mine.
Is there a random generator for "Abraham"-onian bullshit?
Does anyone have an example that's loonier than the one above?

By the way, that bit, in context, is

"Babies Are Thinking and Attracting Before They Are Speaking... Even though you are only months old in your physical body, you are a very old and wise creator focused in that baby's body. And you came with powerful intentions to experience contrast and to launch clear rockets of desire into your Vibrational Reality for the purpose of expansion. People often assume that because a child is not yet offering words, the child could not be the creator of its own experience, but it is our promise to you that no one else is creating your experience. Children emanate Vibrations which are the reason for what they attract - even from their time of birth."

--- Abraham

"It is our promise to you..."
Abraham is a plural? Or was that his two friends writing? And what good is such a promise?
If I promise that it's deep stinky bullshit, does that make it so?

It might really be randomly generated. I was only partly joking about that. Here's an example of such a fountain of poo (created for humorous purposes):

A CS Research Topic Generator
or
How To pick A Worthy Topic In 10 Seconds

Then there is a page that gushes bullshit based on an author and book title:

The Outraged Desiring The Abject: Sandra Dodd, Moving a Puddle and Memory
Mourning, Dismembering, Re-marking: Desire in Sandra Dodd and the Perverted Frustration of Autobiography in Moving a Puddle
Perverting Technologies: Animal Edges in Sandra Dodd's Moving a Puddle
Sandra Dodd, Moving a Puddle, and The Oppressed: Reproducing Encoded Problematics
Identifying the Misogynistic Borders in Sandra Dodd: Moving a Puddle and Frustration
The Alterity of Legacy and the Essentialist in Sandra Dodd's Moving a Puddle
Symbolizing the Colonialist Semiotics in Sandra Dodd: Moving a Puddle and Gentility
Re-membering, Voicing, Merging: Postmodernity in Sandra Dodd and the Heterosexual Tyranny of Autobiography in Moving a Puddle
Compulsory Hybridity and the Race of Ethnocentric Fury in Sandra Dodd's Moving a Puddle
Troubling the Problematic Blackness in Sandra Dodd:Moving a Puddle and Desire

I love that last one. "Troubling the Problematic Blackness." The intro to that; the original generator is gone, but was entitled The PoMo English Title Generator, in case it resurfaces someday.

There used to be one like the top one, but for social sciences and education. I couldn't find it online. What I did find was pretty disturbing. People are selling computer-generated papers, built as those are. "Baffle them with bullshit."

So back to the original example. The even wider context is something involving some people channelling an alleged ancient sage, named "Abraham," but older than and not the same as that Abraham in the Bible... why did you think it would be that guy? Just because three of the world's major religions have an "Abraham" central to the story? No, no... it's coincidental.

So these people channel a guy who tells them what to say. And there are many people who prefer to think that they have their ideas from their imaginary friend than to want to know what real people have seen and learned in the real world.

If I say I think it's nonsensical drivel, am I being disrespectful of someone's heartfelt beliefs? When that storybook child said the emperor wasn't wearing any clothes, was he disparaging the honest work of worthy tailors?

For the other side, because I have borrowed artwork from someone into dissecting the wholeness of himself into tiny particles, here is a quote:

"We can only perceive and experience the realities we are vibrationally attuned to, we can only perceive what we believe in and are focus on."

The main problem with that, in my universe, is that it suggests belief creates reality—that if I perceive or believe something that it causes it to be real.

people complain about pushing buttons

Dear Miss Gonzales,

You were right.

Sandra Adams
(4th grade, 1962-63)

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Louis C. K. on Conan


"Now you watch a movie and you take a dump and you're home."

HEY. Not India. THREE movies, at least. And some sleep, TWO meals and several snacks. It takes For-EH-ver.

The link to that video was offered up in a facebook exchange. I'll bring the cogent bits:

My fourth grade teacher told us in 1962 that when we were grown, people would complain about having to push buttons. At the time, I doubted it. She also told us there would be little computers people could carry around. She was talking about calculators. But sure enough, I complain about it taking ten seconds to load something, and today I used Holly's phone, and was slightly indignant that the button I pushed to hang up (where it is on my own phone) turned on the speaker phone.

Caren Knox send this:

Sandra - have you seen this? "Everything's amazing, and nobody's happy"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8r1CZTLk-Gk

I try to remember this when I'm thinking, "Ohhhh, my gaaahhhhh, this site sure is taking a long time to looooooaad!! On my phoooooooonnne!" Take a minute, breathe. I am carrying a computer in my pocket! Amazing!

Holly commented the other night about a John Sebastian song that says "And hey, Pop, my girlfriend's only three; she's got her own videophone and she's a-takin' LSD." People DO have their own videophones now. And not that big Jetson's thing that looks like the original iMacs. :-) But tiny, in their pockets! Mine is also a 5 megapixel camera that does panoramic photos and video. But it's two years old; kind of outdated. YES! And I went to 4th grade in 1962 and I'm still alive.

When I aim a cursor at "publish post," this will be immediately available to friends and strangers all over the world. I love these communications toys and tools.

Warm, safe Saturday

Holly and I have been playing with songs, for over two hours, though we didn't decide to do it. It just started naturally. I play a song and then she does. I was using iTunes and she was using YouTube, but she went and got her old computer at some point, where her iTunes are.

The first hour or so Keith was in the other room, working a jigsaw puzzle and singing along.

Holly just played "You know I'd Rather Be With You," by Me First and the Gimme Gimmes. She played "I Wanna Be Loved by You," and I said I knew it by Betty Boop, so we sidetracked into watching a video of Betty Boop, and looking up who did the song first. Helen Kane recorded it first but the Betty Boop rendition was by Mae Questel who did Betty Boop's voice and also did Olive Oyl on Popeye. I told Holly that the same way she gets old sitcoms on TV, we used to get old cartoons that had been played before movies at theatres, so I had seen lots of Betty Boop and Popeye as a kid. I learned tonight, though, that they're the same voice, thanks to Google, Wikipedia and Holly's interest in the music of the 1930's. There were other "Oh, hey!" sidetracks to talk about cover versions.

Holly was just going to hang out with friends, and opted out of one invitation because the people had been drinking and they're catty-corner across town. The next invitation sounded better, so she's about to go out.

Marty and Ashlee are downstairs on the couch near the fireplace. She's wrapped in a blanket. Marty has his laptop, but they're watching "My Name is Earl." My music ended, and Earl and what's his name are singing "Believe it or not, I'm Walking' on Air..." Not very well. :-)

Holly just came out of her room humming, dressed warmly, wearing her glasses, and humming, "Come Softly to Me," by The Fleetwoods, 1959.

Two nice new notes:

Thanks for writing about a puddle and utterly changing our lives. We aren't the first or the last to say so, I know, but that doesn't mean we mean it any less. =D

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I want to tell you I put all of [the son's name's] curriculum on sale today. Such a huge step for me. I have been keeping it "just in case". Then when re-reading your book this afternoon I came across a quote about not starting on a journey if you take one step but leave the other foot on your front lawn. Something I probably missed the first time I read it or it didn't click with me. So, thanks again for your words and time! My son thanks you also. And my husband.

Marty and Ashlee went out for a drive (time has passed; I was looking for a photo and answering e-mail). I'm going to go and watch Saturday Night Live with my nice husband.

a sweet testimonial

I just got a note from one of the Edinburgh moms involved in planning my visit there in late May. I'm really thrilled about getting to go to the UK again, and plans are starting to firm up.

"we're soooooo excited about your visit, there's quite a buzz happening - i love that when everyone's tingling with the anticipation of something new :o) can't wait to meet you & have the opportunity to chat to you in real life. right now whenever i'm having moments (like my 8yo keen to read but not quite there yet, 13yo hooked on ps3 and online games, 11yo looooovvvvviiinnnnng her 'friends' dvd box set, 18mth old baby staying up til 3am, hubbie not so sure all of this is positive..... ;o) i just pick up one of your books & read a few pages & feel much more in tune with everything. "

I get to visit lots of people and places, and I'm grateful to Keith and my kids for being willing to let me go that long and to many families for welcoming me and finding cool things for me to do and see.

I'll get to see Helene McNeill and family, in France! (Helena the Fortunate, in some people's parlance.)

For anyone who comes by this and doesn't know about my books, they are here:
Moving a Puddle and The Big Book of Unschooling

MLK Day; (unrelated...) what's happening with me

I liked this. I found it for the Lyrics Game, in which today's word is "now." This is the first Martin Luther King, Jr. Day with a non-white president. Life moves right along!

I haven't posted lately and don't really have time to post today. My to-do list is jittery and increasing. I'm working on several things at once, and people ask me to do more, and they're interesting things I do want to do, so I say yes.

We had lots of company lately, and I'm still tired from a week and a half of fun, Fun, FUN! Photos will follow later. The only one I have uploaded yet (of dozens) is this:


That's Holly, Adam and Clare, having a bubblebath in the hot tub.

Keith is going to have shoulder-replacement surgery on February 1 and will be in the hospital a day or two. Then I'll take care of him at home until I leave for New York, Pennsylvania, New Jersey and Connecticut. The main purpose of that trip is that I'm speaking at Lori Odhner's Caring for Marriage Conference, and other notes are here: aboutunschooling.blogspot.com

In March, Holly and I will be in Chicago for the InHome conference. [The UZOMA conference also scheduled for March might be postponed, so I'm not putting details today.]

I'm working on finalizing two months in the UK this summer, which are still vague as to dates, but I'll be there from mid-May to mid-July, and there will be three main events. I'm speaking in Edinburgh around the 20th of May or the next week (or both). There will be a conference in London June 25-26 (or 18-19, dates to be determined pretty soon) and after the London conference (if plans hold) camping in France, in the property of the place Helene McNeill's family has leased in Baud, in Brittany. Former owners had thirty tents there for a camping event once. I'm thinking we might have five or six. :-)

There are other things happening in fall. San Diego in September. Palo Alto in October (a one-day seminar). Other things being discussed.

Computer Poetry

Just one of those lucky moments.  I pulled up the new Lyrics Game page, and the five "you might also like" choices generated by linkwithin made a beautiful series:

It won't happen twice, so I brought it to keep forever.

Come, cry, hug, which harmony?   I like the series of images, too, with the goldy yellow so symmetrically in there, and I have a head and heart full of all the harmonies and lyrics of the song shown at "harmony." Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee...

Harmony, synchronicity, harmonious, harmonium!

Kirby Dodd, the other day last year

Photos of Kirby from the night of the Blizzard Holiday Party at the Hilton in Austin, lifted gratefully from a set Albert Nieto uploaded to facebook: