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by baldilocks

While the intre­pid Peter is cov­er­ing the Trump cam­paign in New Hamp­shire, I’m not inclined to cover either Him­self or Her­self should either come to Los Ange­les in the Last Days (ahem) of the 2016 Pres­i­den­tial elec­tion cycle — unless asked. Of course, it depends on who is doing the asking.

Actu­ally, this is not new for me. I’m more of a “this is what hap­pened and this is what I think it means” or “an odd notion occurred to me today, which lead to this train of thought” sort, than a doc­u­menter of cam­paigns. Now don’t get me wrong. I appre­ci­ate what cam­paign doc­u­men­tar­i­ans do; it just isn’t my cup of tea.

So, instead of climb­ing aboard the Trump or Clin­ton trains, I bid you, once again, to climb aboard the baldilocks Train of Thought — a vehi­cle which almost always has an unex­pected des­ti­na­tion, even unex­pected by the dri­ver. Some­times, the Engi­neer keeps the des­ti­na­tion to Himself.

Has any­one else noticed that it is becom­ing more and more dif­fi­cult to com­mu­ni­cate with oth­ers? Recently, I’ve lost friends over the most innocu­ous of state­ments. It’s almost as if there’s a voice whis­per­ing into the ears of some, and that voice is say­ing some­thing like “she hates you/he’s lying to you/​they blame you.”

Those who seem to be heed­ing the voice are men, women, young, old, black, white, brown, yel­low. All of them are ready to be angry over real offenses. And, if they can’t find a true offense, they will make up one.

This phe­nom­e­non reminds me of a dream I had last year — one I may have men­tioned before. I was in audi­ence as God and the Devil were hav­ing a con­ver­sa­tion. I couldn’t really see them, but I could hear them.

At first, they were speak­ing in a lan­guage I couldn’t iden­tify, much less under­stand. (I’m guess­ing Ara­maic.) Then, God stopped talk­ing and just looked at the Devil, while the lat­ter was say­ing the same word over and over again. Some­how, I knew what the word meant.

Felon, felon, felon…!”

The next day, I looked up the ety­mol­ogy of the word felony and found the Early Eng­lish Law definition.

any crime pun­ish­able by death or muti­la­tion and for­fei­ture of lands and goods.

Accord­ing to the Bible, the Devil stands before God, day and night, accus­ing human­ity of being sin­ners wor­thy of death — of being felons.

Every time I get into or wit­ness an argu­ment where unwar­ranted accu­sa­tions are being slung, I con­sider these things and won­der what is being whis­pered into the spir­i­tual ears of the accusers.

Chug­ging on!

Juli­ette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. (Her older blog is located here.) Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was pub­lished in 2012. Her sec­ond novel will be done in 2016. Fol­low her on Twit­ter.

Please con­tribute to Juliette’s JOB: Her new novel, her blog, her Inter­net to keep the lat­ter going and COF­FEE to keep her going!

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Loco motive.
Loco motive.

by baldilocks

While the intrepid Peter is covering the Trump campaign in New Hampshire, I’m not inclined to cover either Himself or Herself should either come to Los Angeles in the Last Days (ahem) of the 2016 Presidential election cycle—unless asked. Of course, it depends on who is doing the asking.

Actually, this is not new for me. I’m more of a “this is what happened and this is what I think it means” or “an odd notion occurred to me today, which lead to this train of thought” sort, than a documenter of campaigns. Now don’t get me wrong. I appreciate what campaign documentarians do; it just isn’t my cup of tea.

So, instead of climbing aboard the Trump or Clinton trains, I bid you, once again, to climb aboard the baldilocks Train of Thought—a vehicle which almost always has an unexpected destination, even unexpected by the driver.  Sometimes, the Engineer keeps the destination to Himself.

Has anyone else noticed that it is becoming more and more difficult to communicate with others? Recently, I’ve lost friends over the most innocuous of statements.  It’s almost as if there’s a voice whispering into the ears of some, and that voice is saying something like “she hates you/he’s lying to you/they blame you.”

Those who seem to be heeding the voice are men, women, young, old, black, white, brown, yellow. All of them are ready to be angry over real offenses. And, if they can’t find a true offense, they will make up one.

This phenomenon reminds me of a dream I had last year—one I may have mentioned before. I was in audience as God and the Devil were having a conversation. I couldn’t really see them, but I could hear them.

At first, they were speaking in a language I couldn’t identify, much less understand. (I’m guessing Aramaic.) Then, God stopped talking and just looked at the Devil, while the latter was saying the same word over and over again. Somehow, I knew what the word meant.

“Felon, felon, felon…!”

The next day, I looked up the etymology of the word felony and found the Early English Law definition.

any crime punishable by death or mutilation and forfeiture of lands and goods.

According to the Bible, the Devil stands before God, day and night, accusing humanity of being sinners worthy of death—of being felons.

Every time I get into or witness an argument where unwarranted accusations are being slung, I consider these things and wonder what is being whispered into the spiritual ears of the accusers.

Chugging on!

Juliette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. (Her older blog is located here.) Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was published in 2012. Her second novel will be done in 2016. Follow her on Twitter.

Please contribute to Juliette’s JOB:  Her new novel, her blog, her Internet to keep the latter going and COFFEE to keep her going!

Or hit Da Tech Guy’s Tip Jar in the name of Independent Journalism—->>>>>baldilocks