U.S. Navy Implicated in New Mass Stranding of Whales (Greece)

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The ocean update

Ziphius_1-4-2014_SE_Crete_GreeceApril 2nd, 2014. Yesterday afternoon, while the U.S. and other navies played war games somewhere offshore, Cuvier’s beaked whales began stranding along the southern coast of Crete.  Those on the scene knew right away what they were dealing with, for yesterday’s strandings were only the most recent in a line of similar calamities in the region, going back two decades.  And in this case, as in the previous ones, all signs point navy.

Cuvier’s beaked whales are a remarkable species.  They have the deepest recorded dives of all marine mammals, some descending an astonishing 3000 meters below the water’s surface before coming up for air.  Favoring deep water, they don’t strand nearly as often as coastal species, and they don’t strand in number, and they don’t strand alive.

Yet that is exactly what happened yesterday.  Beginning around noon, three Cuvier’s beaked whales came ashore in one spot along…

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Actions and Reactions



The world is a dome, where every action is the echo of another. Do good—it will come back; if not from one person, it will come from another. That is the echo. You do not know from which side it will come. It will come a hundredfold more than you gave.

Give love; will you get coldness? Do good; can you get evil, if you did good? You cannot be a judge of the action of another until you are yourself selfless. Only then will justice come to you; only then will you understand the nature of justice. Self is the wall between you and justice. There is only one thing that is truly just, and that is to say, ” I must not do this.” When you say this to another you may be wrong.

The mystic develops his mind in this manner, purifying it by pure thought, feeling, and action ( pure means free from sense of separateness )—only following this one line of thought,Whatever difference in principles of right and wrong religious faith may show, no two individuals will ever differ in this one  natural principle. Every soul seeks after beauty; and every virtue, righteousness, good action, is nothing but a glimpse of beauty.

Once having this moral, the Mystic does not need to follow a particular belief or faith, to restrict himself in a particular path. He can follow the Hindu way, the Muslim way, the way of any Church or faith, provided he treads this royal road; that the whole universe is but an immanence of beauty. You are born with the tendency to admire it in every form, and you may not blind yourself by being dependent on one particular line of beauty. You will not get it from another. Give it.

Make your action, your thought beautiful, and let others get your beauty.

How is the perfection of mind reached that we have to touch? It is reached through contemplation, through realisation and understanding of the one current running through the whole life. In mystical language of the Divine Mind, is the depth of life, the depth of activity with which all activity and every activity is connected.


Bahama landscape. Photograph taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2013

Bahama landscape. Photograph taken and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2013






Garden in Nassau. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Garden in Nassau. Photographed and copyrighted by Barbara Mattio 2014

Kurt Cobain, 20 ans déjà …

Le temps passe et les idoles disparues continues de faire vibrer le cœur des fans. En ce qui concerne Kurt Cobain, dont la date du décès avait été estimée au 5 avril 1994 (le corps avait retrouvé 3 jours après, le 8 avril), c’est toute une génération qui a pleurée le chanteur guitariste de Nirvana et interprète de Smell like teen spirit. J’en fais partie. Et pour commémorer les 20 ans de sa disparition, un petit cadeau : mon titre préféré capté lors du MTV Unplugged. The Man who sold the world

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President Lincoln’s Vision of Corporations and Corruption in High Places

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Abraham Lincoln small “We may congratulate ourselves that this cruel war is nearing its end. It has cost a vast amount of treasure and blood. . . .

It has indeed been a trying hour for the Republic; but I see in the near future a crisis approaching that unnerves me and causes me to tremble for the safety of my country.

As a result of the war, corporations have been enthroned and an era of corruption in high places will follow, and the money power of the country will endeavor to prolong its reign by working upon the prejudices of the people until all wealth is aggregated in a few hands and the Republic is destroyed.

I feel at this moment more anxiety for the safety of my country than ever before, even in the midst of war. God grant that my suspicions may prove groundless.”

—U.S. President Abraham Lincoln, Nov…

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Police raid and arrest Roma gipsies sleeping rough at Marble Arch

~~Defender of Faith~Guardian of Truth~~


The gang have been sleeping outside a plush apartment block in the Marble Arch area for around two years and arrive every night at 9pm before leaving at about 6am.

See on www.dailymail.co.uk

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Elysian Fields

A wonderful poem.


I’m rising and falling

and floating thru’ time

like a leaf on a breeze

in the mist

to Elysian Fields,

lush pastures to seize

while a song plays and

drifts from my lips.


I open my eyes

to view what’s in store and

gasp with delight

at the scene;

my Mother and Father,

all those long gone,


as if in a dream.


Their laughter like lilacs,

their faces in bloom,

roses red

on each cheek,

my face shines with joy

at each girl and boy

suspended in time

that we seek.


Air rushes by,

my heart gives a cry

as I’m torn from this world

full of wonder

clouds scud the night,

spirit in flight, in a whirlpool

 I’m dragged

back down under


to life on the earth

where worries await

and trials are the test

of my soul.

But eyes closed, cast within


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My son who takes things literally,

Did one day say unto me,

“We have no sliced bread left Dad,

We’ve only rolls I see.


And I desire some toast this morn,

To breakfast on before,

I take my leave to study,

Maybe compose a musical score.”


My riposte was to observe,

He’d be wise to toast a roll,

Yet he replied, “Said roll won’t fit,

In the toaster, don’t you know.”


So I said, “Cut the roll in half,

For then you’ll find it sits,

Comfortably in said toaster,

And you can then breakfast on it.”


“I’ve cut the roll in half now,

Yet I am somewhat confused,

You see the roll still not fits.”

At this I was amused.


“I see you’ve cut it top to bottom,

When if you had any common sense,

You would have halved it sideways,

How can you…

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LIebster Award

Thank you to Addison Byrne, The BardSeeker, for nominating me for the Liebster Award!


For this blog, I was awarded by Sunshine, from A Victim’s Journal.

Addison Byrne is a new follower, and I am touched and amazed that she is so impressed with my work!  Thanks to her for the lovely thoughts.  Welcome to the Blog-o-Sphere and the WordPress Family.

Rules for accepting this Liebster:

1. Thank the blogger that nominated you.
2. Write a small poem – less than 30 words – describing your blog and/or you.
3. Nominate 3 worthy fellow bloggers and post a comment on their blog informing them they are nominated/awarded.

I am not a poet.  I have not illusions of ever BEING a poet.  I love to read poetry, but I don’t  write it.  I blog to  for peace, for women’s issues, for creativity and for spirituality.

While I am not a poet, I am a photographer and a painter.  I think this painting of mine, entitled Mystique is, as they say, worth a 1000 words — certainly worth 30!



My nominations for this award are:

  1. Dr. Rex — my wonderful friend, who is so supportive of me and all her friends on WordPress, and whose creativity and good heart shines through on her blog
  2. HuntForTruth — whose blog is exceptionally well designed, and whose writing is wonderful.  He always searches for the Truth and never stops until he finds it.
  3. Sue Dreamwalker — my good friend from England, who is an inspiration.  She is a woman who walks her talk, who inspires everyone around her, and who promotes the concept of taking care of Mother Earth in the ways of indigenous peoples.
  4. Moorbey — A good man, who promotes understanding and open dialogue.  He is a wonderful man who, as a Black Panther who is quite a bit younger than I, is always willing to have a good conversation, and explains his point of view you to me (and the world) eloquently and with patience.  When we don’t agree  he still respects my point of view as I do his.  That kind of “radical acceptance” is rare in the world, and should be celebrated.

A Morning Prayer for Freyja

“Freyja, Goddess of gold,

inspire me today.
Teach me to walk through my day
with pride in my own being,
with confidence,
with power.
Goddess of fiery passion,
bless me with the insight
to the marrow of my bones
that I am a person of worth
in the eyes of the Gods
the eyes of the ancestors
and of myself.
May I radiate this 
and transforms all I meet.
That is my prayer of this day,
oh great and powerful Goddess,
that I may mirror Your presence
throughout my day.
In return, I shall praise You always,
and lay amber before Your image,
consigning it to the sacred fires that burn
when the day is at its longest.
Hail Freyja, shining Goddess of gold.
I praise You”.

By Kira R.


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