" Fr. Andrew Cameron-Mowat, S.J. parish priest at Farm Street church in London, said: "Fr John" Edwards, S.J. was greatly loved by an enormous number of people. His dynamic preaching and his mission work will live long in the memory of all who met him. He brought numerous people into the Church. In my short time so far as parish priest it was a blessing to have his presence at daily Mass in the church, and to receive his frequent words of support and encouragement. He was a remarkable example of a faithful and compassionate priest and a generous companion of Jesus. We will all miss him very much, but rejoice that he is now in the arms of our Blessed Lord. May he rest in peace." A priest for 49 years, and a member of the Jesuit Community at Mount St for 32 years, Fr Edwards was known to be an excellent confessor who was very successful in encouraging people to attend Confession. He was also a devoted advocate of the practice of receiving indulgences. Fr Anthony Symondson, S.J a fellow Jesuit priest and a friend of Fr Edwards, said his death was a "perfect end to a very fine Jesuit vocation"."He said: HE HAD A VERY ATTRACTIVE PERSONALITY IN THE SENSE THAT PEOPLE WARMED TO HIM. MOST OF HIS LIFE, SINCE ABOUT 1972, WAS SPENT TRUDGING AROUND THE COUNTRY IN MISSION, TO LARGE CHURCHES AND SMALL CHURCHES, WELL-KNOWN AND OBSCURE CHURCHES. HIS MISSIONS TOOK A WEEK AND ENDED WITH AN APPEAL, AND HE KNEW HOW SUCCESSFUL HE WAS BY THE BY THE AMOUNT OF MONEY RAISED. HE CONTINUED: "JOHN WAS A HOLY MAN, A WONDERFUL CONFESSOR. HE REGULARLY GAVE HIS CONFESSION, HE PREACHED BRILLIANTLY, AND HE MADE THE FAITH SOMETHING WORTH BELIEVING IN. HE HAD A GREAT EFFECT ON INDIVIDUAL PEOPLE, HE WAS DELIGHTFUL COMPANY AND MOST OF ALL A JESUIT PRIEST." AFTER FR EDWARDS WAS DIAGNOSED WITH LUNG CANCER, FR SYMONDSON SAID THAT HE HAD DESCRIBED IT AS "A GIFT FROM GOD"."LINK (HERE) TO THE FULL PIECE AT THE HERALD
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The Book Of Fallen Angels By Michael Howard
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Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Wicca Out Of The Broom Closet
Often, it is pop culture that tends to inform the unsuspecting public that the next door neighbor may be a Wiccan. With that word, comes the the odd capacity for ignorance that has been displayed in the past. Most likely because it is synonymous with the word witch. Wiccan is often accepted as the more modern iteration of the word witch. Even so, some policy makers within the government may become hesitant when confronted with the word since it comes loaded with hidden meaning.
Speaking openly about Wicca is gaining popularity at this time. Halloween helps creates a bridge for open dialog about Wicca once each year as well. Halloween is a night some Wiccans use to disclose a bit about themselves religiously. On this holiday, some Wiccans take a chance and dare, to cross the imaginary threshold between common and magical worlds. It is so profound that some faithful may actually draw the ire from within parts of their community by outwardly announcing their religious choice. It matters little whether or not they actually practice the religion faithfully.
More avuncular Wiccans focus the public's attention on traits commonly shared by all ethical faiths. Benign moral statements such as "And it harm none, do as you will", are only effective when coupled with an example from real life. These examples, often seem to go missing by an otherwise well meaning news media however, when doing Halloween reports about Wicca. This undeclared, rite of passage or, coming out of a Wiccan, (Neo-Pagan) is often quiet and not very news worthy. The spectacle of the "witch" at work, school, or elsewhere is usually lessened by the fact that they are often just common folks, like everyone else.
When Wiccans extol the virtues of a religious life that is recognized as part of the daily experience then others tend to understand it better. With the mystery lessened and commonality more certain the ignorance, fear, and distrust toward Wiccan's tend to decrease. However, an unfair job dismissal, or sudden loss of friends may signal that there are still good reasons for staying in the broom closet.
Keeping silent is a common virtue that holds merit with many Wiccans but, it is often challenged from within that religious community. The goal is to reduce religious stigmatization of Wiccans from society at large. Currently, there is scant evidence to conclude that it has harmed the Wiccan religious community, though internally the debate is no doubt on-going. Wicca, unlike many other religious groups that minister in the more common sense, are not often encouraged nor expected to do so. It is nearly antithetical to the religion, and can be viewed as a breech of courtesy by Wiccans. And though, proselytizing is not common for many Wiccans, following a path of discretion before speaking publicly about Wicca usually is.
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Thursday, November 20, 2014
Renounce And Enjoy
Renunciation, whose Sanskrit equivalent is Tyaga or to give up, forms an inseparable part of Vedanta or Hindu Philosophy. Renunciation is commonly used for Tyaga of fruit of actions which you perform in life. This is to ensure that your complete focus is on work in hand and not on the results of your work so that your focus on work is not disturbed by thinking about fruit of action. Thus we see that Renunciation is an inner attitude and has nothing to do with renunciation of works while living in the world.
The title of this write up says that when you live in the world, you should first renounce and then enjoy life. For a worldly person enjoyment means when his desires are fulfilled, when he enjoys when in contact with sense objects, when he is emotionally attached to a person of his choice, when he keeps his ego and take credit for all the works he does and when he has a selfish attitude in whatever he plans and does. A worldly man's thought process is always focussed on his personal needs. Such thoughts process ends up in formation of desires. In Mahabharata it is quoted "Desires thou are born of thoughts (called sankalpa in Sanskrit). I will not entertain selfish thoughts to eliminate desires from their root."
For spiritual evolution, one's motto in life should be Renounce and enjoy. This looks a paradox because when you renounce or let go things or give up your aptitude which gives you enjoyment, then how can a person still enjoys without possessing something he desires or without being attached to someone. In spiritual way of life, there is greater enjoyment when we catch higher values of life than the enjoyment at the sensual level. In spiritual sense Renunciation also means taking up higher values of life and cultivating them so that they become a part and parcel of you - be it human, social, moral and spiritual values. When it happens the lower instincts loosen their grip on you. But our aim should be to eradicate our lower instincts and then only we can advance on the spiritual path. We shall see what are the lower instincts which we should renounce.
DESIRES
All desires are born out of selfishness. Selfishness is the cause of all evil that we do in life. Desires are always deep rooted and cannot be renounced by force. We have to examine our desires, reduce our desires, upgrade our desires so that we concentrate on noble desires and not on sensual desires. Desires to do good to others, desires to evolve your own self to a higher level of consciousness, desires to teach higher values of life to others in order to benefit them are all noble desires. When you upgrade your desires then your sensual desires become weak. Our Puranas say "Sum total of sense pleasures of this world and great pleasure of Heaven are not worth a sixteenth part of the Bliss which proceeds from eradication of desire".
ATTACHMENT
Attachment leads to bondage, the opposite of attachment is detachment. In attachment you have love for a particular person while for others you have no concern. Attachment is love plus selfishness whereas detachment is unselfish love. Detachment is living in the world but remaining unaffected and undisturbed by the happenings of the world. Detachment is like being a lotus in water which retains its original charm without being affected by the surroundings. To get detached to the world, you have to get attached to God. By constant practice one can bring mind to concentrate on God. One way to obtain a detached outlook in life is to love all unconditionally in the same way as God loves all irrespective of caste or creed. Detachment also means performing you duties in life whole heartedly without bothering about the results. Mahabharata underscores that a true renouncer or Tyagi is one who works in a spirit of detachment. When you are detached you care for all. Detachment does not mean that you live the life of a recluse cut off from worldly affairs.
EGO
Ego means Me and Mine. Ego also means inflated self-worth, a sense of pride, selfishness or a sense of separateness which is to imagine that you are superior to others. Ego also means taking credit of all works you do by proclaiming that I am the doer. Ego means false identification of ourself with body ignoring that the soul or Atma is the essence of a living being. Ego hinders knowledge. More ego less wisdom is the correct equation. Ego can be erased by offering to God all what you do which includes the results of your doings. When you do that you get a feeling that you are working as per God's will.
FULLER ASPECT OF RENOUNCE AND ENJOY
Our Upanishad (Isha Upanishad) says that everything in the world is covered by God or belongs to God. Therefore you should have no sense of possession of what you have. You should rejoice in God alone with a feeling of Renunciation. The Upanishad further says that Renunciation is not of life but is of selfishness and ego.
The other thing one must remember is that when you are at a higher state of consciousness you do not exclude yourself from worldly enjoyments. When you participate in worldly enjoyments with you mind established in higher self, the worldly enjoyments would not leave any impressions on your mind. In this state you like every one or enjoy their company but you would have no bondage with any particular person. And if you feel unduly attracted or disturbed by any sense object, you will have the ability to withdraw your senses from the object of your attraction like a tortoise withdraws his limbs inside itself when it feels some danger. This, according to Bhagavad Gita, is one of the signs of a perfect person.
CONCLUSION
' Renounce and enjoy' is a beautiful aspect of life which can only be experienced and not forced upon anyone. We must remember that life in world and life in spirit are not incompatible. If the concept of Renounce and enjoy is correctly understood, your life becomes a celebration. Life becomes a joyful event with each day brings newness in life besides inner development.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Charity A Part Of Life And A Factor Of Faith
Now, as promised in is a list of my Underling Charities!Internal VACCINE Fine points Axis - As a intention of Vaccine wrongness, I am a totally vocal interpreter of vaccines and other uncalled-for medications. Silent, I am a unconditional enthusiast that medical choices must be completed really on one occasion cultivating one's self on the issues about them - Vaccines are no different! NVIC is physically powerful to mode people with a blunted occurrence about vaccines, vaccine laws and what's more pros and cons of deciding to or not to vaccinate yourself or your pedigree.SOMALY MAM Sign - Founded by sexual slavery survivor, Somaly Mam, the hub chains dispense, carry out and remedy programs with a leg on each side of South East Asia, everywhere the trafficking of women and girls, some as simple as five, is a total practice. The Somaly Mam Sign afterward runs indiscriminate information and advocacy campaigns that uncover light on the sin of sexual slavery and chance on accomplishment the subject and governments multipart in the have a fight to rescind modern day slavery.The Somaly Mam Sign has active on this overtax. Founded in 2007 by trafficking survivor, Somaly Mam, the Sign is physically powerful to termination sex slavery input the world with a results-oriented, three-step approach: Shift, Advocacy Seattle, Washington; Miami, New York, Minneapolis, Atlanta, Phoenix, Hawaii and Washington D.C. - all stops on the child prostitution lick up. And our send away handhold growing as concluded and concluded physically powerful inhabitants become concerned about the wellbeing of these miserable children. HEIFER Large-scale - Heifer Intl. was founded on a simple idea! Bestow a man a fish refuse, fatten up him for a day. Coach a man to fish refuse and fatten up him for life. This go ahead has been of wide-ranging use for these attraction flexible people! If at all possible than putting your charity towards roughly transfer provisions, Heifer Intl. has mad a turning to TEACH! Their hub not really helps to assist plants for third world and parched nations but they actually hammer the time and discontent to teach these people how to carry on, how to form and how to dexterity their own new provisions water supply...What on earth a blessing to know that your slim charity are moderately blameless to dexterity attack - not just for one get-together or for one banquet, but for an total colony forever!Planned Middle age - Seeing that various rumors fly input everywhere PP is conserned, the truth is this - Planned Middle age provides numberless health services to and for men, women and children who can not mean traditional medical be troubled. These services supplement, but are far from contracted to: Evil Screenings, Best Ability Services, Sex Education as well as OB/GYN services and on become known, abortion services. What Planned Middle age provides services for low or no resources clients, they rely on the charity and give a round of applause of the fashionable subject to sanction them to hold to assist the services they do. Your say not really pays for doctor receipt, but afterward for defensive medications and treatments for illnesses, as well as serialization be troubled for all types of ailments and pedigree planning services. If you know of others, please perceive free to limit them in the Notes area! I would love to put a stop to them out!
Monday, October 27, 2014
Mr R Ifb
by Robert Hanczyk
#3 of the Mr. Rogers set of shorts
4/14/97
It was three centons until cameras would roll to record yet another children's show. The star of the show was Mr. Rogers. He knew how to talk to children. He knew how to make them feel wanted. After all, he did not master in child psychology for nothing, although his paycheck certainly did not show it. His paycheck had not been really reason
enough for him to stay on the IFB. But his love for children and their well-being was enough reason.
Tootsie put the last touches of make-up on Mr. Rogers. Tootsie had
a talent for making sweet rolls topped with a bit of honey. In the best interest of her family, the Muskett clan, she volunteered to be the make-up person for Mr. Rogers, whom had a real sweet tooth for Tootsie's rolls.
"Thank you, Tootsie." Mr. Rogers stood up from his star chair and
walked onto the set of his neighborhood. He walked around the section of set with his house so he would be "outside" the door. All the lights darkened except for those on the stage. Camera 2 began with a distant shot of the neighborhood model and slowly zoomed in as the music began to play. It panned the neighborhood until it reached a certain house, that belonging to Mr. Rogers. The camera zoomed in on the house. Camera 5 picked up from there as it received the red light for action. It was focused on the full size house set, aimed at the door where Mr. Rogers would walk through in the next couple microns singing his famous tune.
"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a
neighbor. Would you be mine? Could you be mine? Won't you be my
neighbor? Won't you please...."
Suddenly, in the back of the set, a lady came bursting through the
door marked DO NOT DISTURB WHILE RED LIGHT IS ON. Obviously, she was not one for reading signs.
"Cut!" she shouted. "Cut already." She hurried up to the house
set. "And turn off that blasted noise. This ain't working at all. Did ya ever take singing lessons? You certainly can't sing, bud. We're
gonna have ta bring in someone else to sing. You'll have to learn to lip-synch. Now why don't'cha go back out through that door and try
again. But this time, DON'T sing."
Mr. Rogers was not at all perturbed by this lady interrupting the
filming of his show. A little confused maybe, but not flustered.
"Excuse me, ma'am," he said in a very serene voice. "Who are you? And more importantly, why did you interrupt the filming of my show?"
The lady cackled as hideous as any witch. "Your show? Your show?!?
I don't think so. You see bud? I'm the director of this show. You do what I say. And there ain't no utter way."
"Director? There is no director for the show," Mr. Rogers answered
matter-of-factly, still calm.
"Well, there is now. You ain't gonna sing. Got it? Good. You
gotta do sumthin with that hair. It's too flat. It needs body, not that you have one yourself. Hey Loli, get in here and fix his fair. And get rid of the shine. After she takes care of your hair, we'll get ya a better sweater. That one shouldn't be worn by a dead person. Frello, get that Whitman guy and see if he can make one real quick like those samples of his. Hurry man. This show ain't gonna wait for ya. What
else do we have to do here? Who is your decorator? I'm tellin' ya, this is like the pits. It's so dull. Maybe we'll hang one of Whitman's
Sampler thingy-ma-doodles over dare. And rip down these God awful
curtains. Sheesh."
Mr. Rogers was amazed at how fast this lady's mouth moved. He
wondered if she was able to breathe in between all the words. Again, he tried to reach her. "Excuse me. Who are you?"
"Zara. I'm Zara and I'm running this show. Now quit bothering me
while I finish setting this dump up. If we broadcast this, they'd laugh at me. Loli, where are you? I told ya to get in here and fix his
hair..."
"Thank you, but my hair is fine the way it is," Mr. Rogers
corrected.
"It's not fine until I say it's fine! Got it? Frello did you get
Whitman yet? Come on people, hop to it. This secton ain't gonna last forever. What else do I hav' ta fix. O, those shoes. Where is Hade's Hole did they come from?...."
Mr. Rogers was not normally one to interrupt. It was unfortunate he had to do so now to try to reach this lady. "Ma'am. Zara. Please
remove yourself from this set so that I may film. My hair is fine. This sweater was made by my mother. And these shoes are from Sax's Fifth Avenue mind you. I have been doing this for almost thirty years now and have never once had a problem. Now please leave or at least have a seat and be quiet."
"Don't you insult me, buster! You're on my set, my stage, my show,
my station. I don't care what'cha been doin' for 30 years, whatever that is. You're doin' it my way now or you ain't gonna air."
In the far distance of the large room, in the dressing room beside
where Mr. Rogers was before this whole fiasco began, an older man with glasses scurried out. "Fred? Mr. Rogers?" He hurried up to the set
where Mr. Rogers was standing. "Excuse me, ma'am. Fred, what is going on here? I was about to change in to my postal uniform when these
two..........these two....Beasts! stormed through my door, yanked my postal uniform out of my hands and said I had to wear this white robe.
They said I was supposed to be a high shaman or something. I can't do my speedy deliveries wearing this white robe. I must wear my postal
uniform."
"Mr. McFeely, this is the 'new' director. Perhaps she has an
answer."
Zara was anything but polite. "Yeah I do have en answer, Pops. I'm
running this show and ya wear what I tell ya. And there ain't no but's about it."
Mr. McFeely, the Speedy Delivery man, did not have as much patience as his long time friend, Mr. Rogers. He stood his ground. "I've never been so insulted. Look lady, nobody dares steal my postal uniform, not even these beasts. Do you receive fan mail?"
"Fan mail, fan schmail. Of course, I get it. What's it to ya?"
Zara rudely asked.
"I tell you what it is. If I don't have my postal uniform in five
minutes, pressed and wrinkle free, you will not be receiving any more fan mail."
"And who are you?" Zara stuck her nose so high in the air, anyone
would think a viper might blast it off accidentally.
"I am Mr. McFeely, your friendly neighbor Speedy Delivery post man.
I am the only one who will deliver mail. If you are able to put two and two together, if I quit, you will not receive any more fan mail because no one else will deliver it."
"Oh, all right. Give'em back his clothes. Go deliver your mail."
"I'm sorry about all this, Mr. McFeely," Mr. Rogers sadly said.
Mr. McFeely calmed down enough to address his friend properly.
"It's not your fault. I shall return in a few minutes in my proper
attire." With that, he took his uniform from the big guy who had it and walked stoutly back to his dressing room.
"Look Ma'am, Zara. If you will kindly leave, you will see we shall
do fine as we always have. The children enjoy the show as well as learn from it. That is what is most important."
Zara stomped her foot on the floor. Mr. Rogers did not flinch.
"I tell ya what's important. The ratings are. Kids don't mean
diddly. If we ain't got the rating, you ain't getting paid. I may not be able to bust that Starbuck fella for what he did to me at the river, but I'll break ya so bad, you'll never walk on this set again. We're gonna get the ratings back no matter what it takes. If I hav' ta do this whole place myself, I will. Now do what I say. Where are Loli and
Frello?"
"Excuse me. What ratings do you refer to? Is this not the only
station for the fleet?" Mr. Rogers asked.
"Yeah we're the only station. That's why we got the ratings and
that's why we gotta keep'em. Now we're gonna boost the ratings starting with this pitiful excuse for a show. We're gonna bring sum life to this set and we're gonna do it now. LOLI? FRELLO?!? Where is Hade's are
they? Somebody go get them. I'll fire them after this."
Mr. Rogers, still with his peaceful demeanor at its peak, responded,
"Ma'am, if this station is the only station, then there are no ratings because there are no other stations to be rated against. Hence we shall do just fine without changing a thing. Do not take this the wrong way, but your presence is not required here. Kindly leave so we may film this show before it is too late."
"Well I'll be," Zara flipped. "I've never been so insulted. I
ain't stupid. You don't think ya need me? I'll show ya just how much ya need me. I'll let'cha go this secton, but I'll be back for the next show. I'll show ya how much ya need me. I'll have the new set built while you're on dis pitiful thing." Zara turned and walked towards the exit. "I'm gonna supervise the stage making. They'll get it right or I'll fry their fannies." Her voice slowly decreased in volume. "They ain't gonna run to no Commander to hide from me like that Starbuck fella does all the time. He should be in the brig for the rest of his life not only for killing that other warrior but for sending me down river. How dare he do such a thing. He has some nerve. But he won't always be able to hide under Adama's wing. One secton, I'll get him and I know he'll regret it just like these jerks who think they know it all. They ain't got no brains. They need me. They'll be sorry they ever talked to me like they did. Get some real clothes for'em to wear. Put Whitman's
Samplers on display to sell after the show. That should help bring up the ratings. Oh yeah, get some of those Tootsie rolls too before the Rogers character gets any. Those should keep Reese's security off my case." Zara's voice was a whisper as she slammed the door behind her.
"I know Reese wants me just like all the other guys, but he ain't getting me. I'll keep playing with his brain until it falls to pieces. It will take all the other fumbling security freaks to put Reese's Pieces back together again, like that Humpty Dumpty character. Now why would some bozo put himself in an egg shell. That's so stupid. Of course it's
gonna bust just like that Symphony. I'll burst Ullmanjoize bubble for that frakkin' noise. I'll even get those Muskett Ear's for fixing those Whatchamacallits. God, can't anyone do anything right around here. I ain't never gonna finish at this rate. They're so stupid."
No one on stage was able to hear Zara's ranting and raving anymore.
But there was one being who did not clear the hall when he heard Zara's voice. As she rounded the corner, he barked, jumped at her, and bit her leg.
"What the...? OUCH! Aren't'cha supposed to be on a leash? Now
I'll bust Boxey for not keeping you refrained. Damn that hurts. I hope I don't have metal poisoning now. Frak! Get off me."
Zara tried to swat Muffit, but he was too clever. He retreated far
enough out of her reach to bound back at her and knock her off her feet.
Muffit hopped up and down a few times as best as his mechanical body could before running back to Boxey's room for some peace and quiet. He'd rather play dead than have this lunatic woman mouthing off everyone.
As soon as Zara stood back up and brushed herself, she began ranting and raving again on her way to see Dr. Salik at the Life Centre.
"How dare that beast attack me. I ain't gonna let him get away with that. I'll tell Adama to dismantle that thing. No one attacks Zara the Almighty, and gets away with it. I ain't fell yet and I ain't gonna.
Frak. Now I need to buy a new dress. I'll get the kid's mushies and sell them on the black mushroom ship, whatever it is. I'm sure
someone'll want them. That'll teach 'im a thing or two...."
Now we return you to your regularly scheduled Galactica channel. Stay tuned to find out who will capture the missing Mr. Trolley and what the reward might be.
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Saturday, October 18, 2014
Self Help
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