Monthly Archives: October 2011







by Geraldine H. Miller

(My Mom)


As the year 2010 comes to a close and we complete one more revolution around the sun, it’s my custom to take stock of my life, where it’s gone, and what course corrections might be necessary to create more congruence between what I say I want to be, do and have, and what is actually showing up for me.  The term course correction implies a vector, a journey, and a destination.  Realistically speaking our destinations, as humans are all the same, the grave.  Yes, we’re all going to die, but the question remains, How are we living? What’s our journey like?  What is the conveyance of our choice?  Some of us race down the highway of life on a high speed motorcycle, not stopping to smell the roses or visit the sights.  They are enamored of speed and the sensation of movement.  Many run out of gas, or crash and burn in the fast lane of life. Speed has carried them to their final destination quickly, and life’s over.  I count the addicted among these, workaholics, alcoholics, drug, food  and sex addicts and adrenaline junkies. But there are more. All are looking for that “big gulp” of life, that magic feeling, that space of being where the hunger stops at least for a moment, and fullness and peace abide.  They are of the “more is better” school of experience. I’ve been there, and done that.  It’s my most natural approach to living.  Unfortunately at least for me, it’s not sustainable.  As the Tao of things works excess always causes an eventual deficiency!  The hedonist becomes jaded, the sweet becomes cloying, and eventual burnout and crash ensue.

The motorcycle isn’t the only conveyance in this life.  Many ride through in an ambulance. Through fate or folly, a series of misfortunes accrue and one disability or another focuses their life on a perpetual wrestling match with their limitation.  Some fight back, and some succumb.  Many who start life on the above mentioned motorcycle find themselves confined to the ambulance later on.  The view’s not so good from there. From what I’ve seen and heard, regret is the dominant emotion.  Too much too soon, too late smart! This rolling metaphor might continue throughout all the wheeled vehicles extant, but my purposes are already served.

One of the blessings I’ve picked up along the way by nature and nurture alike is the penchant for self examination.  Though it might take me a while, I eventually wake up, wise up and climb down off of the motorcycle I was on, and mount less exciting, but more sustainable transport through this life.  While I can never do boring, being useful in this life requires a more considered approach. In consideration thereof, I submit to you my resolutions for the new year:

Excess in food and drink will stop and proper weight will be the consequence

Anger and irritation will not be my go to emotions in times of stress

Truly listening first before speaking will be practiced.  Speaking my mind at all costs feels less important now

Procrastination will stop.  Making lists and having priorities will help

I will practice saying yes when I mean yes, and no when I mean no, and saying I don’t know when it’s unclear

All health issues will be addressed, primarily knees pain, teeth and eyes

Budgets will be made and stuck to, contingency’s planned for

I will monitor not just that which I put in my body, but that which I allow into my mind, emotions and space.  No junk allowed!

As the world gets crazier, personal discipline becomes ever more necessary.   Accidental living is no longer acceptable to me.  Intentional living is the path to happiness and fulfillment AND most importantly usefulness in this life.  I hereby invite and encourage those receiving this blog to share their plan with me so we can help each other be accountable.  Let’s support each other toward integrity and sustainability in the year 2011.  Let it be THE YEAR OF EXCELLENCE!  What do you say?  Will you join me?

Yours in excellence

A Tale Of Two Mothers

The stories of two very different mothers were juxtaposed in the New York Post on Saturday, October 22. The story on page 5 concerns a Florida wife and mother of four who decided that it was a keen idea to abandon her family to travel to New York to hang out at Zuccotti Park. Stacey Hessler, 38, oddly enough is wed to a banker which makes it particularly fascinating that she is at the park protesting bankers. It is also interesting that she has taken up “sharing a tarp” with a waiter named Rami Shamir while away from her husband and family. Neither Hessler nor Shamir were willing to comment on the record.

Florida mom Stacey Hessler at OWS in New York

This all may seem very noble and self sacrificing to some, but when you contrast it with the Post story on page 6 the whole thing seems fairly sordid. That story tells the tale of a mother who was willing to make the supreme sacrifice to protect her child and the children of others. When shots rang out on the mean streets of Brownsville in Brooklyn, Zurana Horton, 34, mother of 13, interposed her body between the gunfire and her child and other children. This act of enormous courage contrasts sharply with the selfish act of a person willing to abandon her children to pursue a quixotic goal.

These two stories of two very different women  illustrate just how very unserious the whole Occupy Wall Street movement really is. We have one mother from what is certainly a fairly well to do background who decides to engage in a lark and camp out with a bunch of hippie wannabes who are bored with their dull existences. We have another type of mother entirely who, on a trip to pick up her child from school, finds herself and her child in deadly peril as shots ring out. That mother did not hesitate to place herself between the bullets and her child and the children of others. That action cost Zurana Horton  her life.

Zurana Horton was certainly part of the 99%, but she was not out protesting “the man.” She was merely picking up her child from school when the neighborhood turned into a war zone. We will never know for sure if police resources being wasted to control the mob at Zuccotti Park would have made any difference in Brownsville, Brooklyn on the day that Zaruna Horton gave up her life for others, but if you were ask the minority population of that neighborhood, they are certain to have an opinion on that very subject. What we do know for sure is that shootings are up over a year ago and “Four high-ranking cops point the finger at Occupy Wall Street protesters, saying their rallies pull special crime-fighting units away from the hot zones where they’re needed.”

The story of Zurana Horton will soon be forgotten as the main stream media continues to waste ink and broadcast time on the mobs which Occupy Inanity. Take a moment to think about Zaruna and the 12 children she left behind, as well as the one that predeceased her. Think about her sacrifice and the love which inspired it. We can get back to the narcissistic demonstrations in lower Manhattan and elsewhere soon enough.

Good write paul, but many have done that ultimate sacrifice, some for the wrong reasons. While she is saving children in N.Y., our history didn’t care what age the enemy(?) was. How do you reconcile the WMD lie in Iraq?

As a salesman, we need to understand we are delivering via words a communication to manipulate the processing of the information in the brain…what it takes in is how it responds. We all know the “fight or flight” response to input. I won’t call it propaganda (Propaganda is a form of communication that is aimed at influencing the attitude of a community toward some cause or position so as to benefit oneself or one’s group. it is one’s first amendment right to offer opinion, like the Marine did in the OWS movement ( ). I do think NYPD did a good job not lighting the fuse on that potential bomb, not that 4 million views on youtube means anything but, people know J.P. Morgan gave $4.6 million to the NYPD.
Geez how does one’s brain process all this information 🙂

From Dr. David Miller: 

Great reply Rick.  Your thinking just “sizzles” off the page sometimes it’s so hot!

…more Riddle

First off, Rick, thanks for taking the time to respond thoughtfully to the below.

The ability to view the human, by the self, starts with the realization that both exist mutually exclusive of each other. Once this bedrock of understanding is fully integrated into the core character of a man, he then has the ability to view the world, and himself, in a more objective manner.  (Being able to make key distinctions is primary in separating fact from fiction). We are only deluded to the extent that we want to be, to the degree that we support the avoidance of facing up squarely to the fact of it. I do not claim to have answers for anyone else, knowing full well that each individual is on their own path, and that they must learn to trust themselves to know what to do at all times, by first going within for all guidance and answers — by connecting directly with the self, until the way becomes clear again; thereby completing the circle of trust by intelligent action. A man who is filled with fear, is a man who does not trust himself, who has no understanding or awareness of where the source of his fear lies.


You cannot be hoodwinked, manipulated, or used against your will, if you operate consistently in connection with ‘The Self ‘. The very instant that a man moves into Self Doubt, he will from that moment forward, start having trouble with the world, because what he is putting out, will magnetize trouble back to him.

The Riddle

On Oct 26, 2011, at 2:07 AM, Rod Remelin wrote:
TGTNT 1. The Riddle
Freedom attained is directly proportional to the level that the individual is willing to take responsibility for their own life — to the extent that one is willing to admit one’s own part in the absence of it first off — to then look at ones self in the mirror in unflinching like manner, quietly exclaiming that from this moment forward, any plan of action must have at its heart, the conscious and deliberate pursuit of mastering the self; starting with the abolition of all self deception, wishful thinking, blind faith, and desperate hope.
If ever the notion of changing the flight plan might come about, it must first start by taking the apple out of our mouth; because walking around with it in there all the time, conversely broadcast to the world, that we are ready for basting. ~ Rod Remelin

I agree with introspection but often the “predator” will leverage the emotional ties to Family and target them to gain their objective. Once the predator is identified, a strategy of pre-emtive mitigation must be invoked to save one’s reason for living, their family. Not unlike an infestation of mice and rats, leaving feces all over the home for children to live in, even the CPS would find the parents unfit and remove the children from the predator.

I need to shift a bit and generalize here. The most common element of planning through to the execution stage of the plan is the “objective audit”, really that is what you ask above an objective audit of one self, from one self…though this makes it subjective.
How long has man been on the planet? How well has communication served them? Does communication as an asset to humanity, have an expiration date?
I think yes, we have words like B.S., liar, encryption, and more. Are we masters of communication or have we squandered that asset to the point of liability like the tax code and other so-called laws? The funny thing is, the endgame for any predator is the extinction of the prey and when the prey is gone so are the predators…and all of humanity.


” A government big enough to give you everything you want is also big enough to take away everything you have.” – Barry Goldwater