Niblik (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} niblik) wrote,@ 2008-07-28 13:16:00 |
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Seeds - reference, Seeding
After a nice Zen motorcycle ride, where my mind let go and I enjoyed the silence that was there. I got to discover how my father did some of the Time tricks. Yes, I really did.
The originating reference for these things is Biblical, as are many of the things my father sort of taught. Not Biblical in the Christian sense, but the Bible is just where a documented reference of the event is located. The general concept from the Bible is, "You reap what you sow." There are plenty of scriptural references about different effects of this.
A rather prophetic few I just found when looking for a good Reap/Sow passage:
Job 4:8
Even as I have seen, Those who plow iniquity And sow trouble reap the same
Ecclesiastes 11:4
He who observes the wind will not sow, And he who regards the clouds will not reap.
Hosea 8:7
They sow the wind, And reap the whirlwind. The stalk has no bud; It shall never produce meal. If it should produce, Aliens would swallow it up.
Looking at those.... and knowing how this works.... does not bode well for the Future.
The methodology of this is to drop "seeds". I am reminded of the story of Johnny Appleseed. A man that took off walking and planting apple trees along his path so there would be apple trees on his return trip.
These "seeds" can be anything. From a bit of sorrow. To a breath of despair. From a pleasant smile. To a fragrance in the air.
The "seeds" we plant are those that shall be harvested. If we do not bother to plant anything, we get nothing. When we bother spending our time observing the wind (air, talk, communications, "hot air", political debates), we do not sow. If we "regard the clouds" -- day dreaming -- we will have nothing to harvest.
My father taught the lesson as follows. "Be nice to everyone. Try to help everyone out. You never know when that will come back to you." He said that one to me about a year before he died, when I was working with him. He was attempting to help someone's relative/friend get a job. He did not even know the man. I knew he did not know the man. My father did know my "looks", though. So when he turned around, that was how he explained his actions. I remember that one. I always wanted to be a smart-ass and add in the words "or how" -- "You never know when or how that will come back to you."
Thus, I was watching seeds my father left for me. He always said I would know when. He even stated that I would go back to college (before I even started college!). Rather prophetic, but the old man could read people better than some gods -- and he had a lot of time to learn how to read me.
For some reason, it kind of filtered into my mind this weekend: B.A. Creative Writing, UH. Then I might eventually finish out by going to law school. If I do that I could go into the FBI. (can you tell I was watching the x-files?) I figured such a plan would take me about 12 years from re-starting at UH to completion of juris doctorate. Maybe longer, maybe less time. All depending on how ambitious I get.
The journey here is to learn to write better. I have been a writer since I was in the forth grade. I really have written tomes of garbage. I have done research into the strange, the scientific, and the norm. All so that I know how to craft a tale better.
I will be thanking the people that led me to this conclusion, today. For too long have I let others influence that calling. When I was in sixth grade and Walt Morey convinced me I wouldn't like writing (specifically, "re-writing"). I still have the copy of Kavik he signed. I lost the copy of the Lemon Merangue Dog. What Morey did not realize is that others actually craft differently, better, wiser. That is why Stephen King has sold more books than Walt Morey.
(seriously, crafting any project is practically as unique to the individual as it is to the project being crafted.)
One day I want to produce a nice epic work similar to Frank Herbert's Dune. I think I have actually read Dune four times now. Which is remarkable. So few books ever make it to the twice status. Even fewer get read three times. I think Bach's One was read three times or (and?) it may have been Bach's A Bridge Across Forever. Illusions (by Bach) is the only one I have read more than four times (I think I am up to five or six on that book).
Oh yeh, the seed that was planted before I had graduated high school. My father said this to my mother, "He will go back to college when he is ready."
After a nice Zen motorcycle ride, where my mind let go and I enjoyed the silence that was there. I got to discover how my father did some of the Time tricks. Yes, I really did.
The originating reference for these things is Biblical, as are many of the things my father sort of taught. Not Biblical in the Christian sense, but the Bible is just where a documented reference of the event is located. The general concept from the Bible is, "You reap what you sow." There are plenty of scriptural references about different effects of this.
A rather prophetic few I just found when looking for a good Reap/Sow passage:
Job 4:8
Even as I have seen, Those who plow iniquity And sow trouble reap the same
Ecclesiastes 11:4
He who observes the wind will not sow, And he who regards the clouds will not reap.
Hosea 8:7
They sow the wind, And reap the whirlwind. The stalk has no bud; It shall never produce meal. If it should produce, Aliens would swallow it up.
Looking at those.... and knowing how this works.... does not bode well for the Future.
The methodology of this is to drop "seeds". I am reminded of the story of Johnny Appleseed. A man that took off walking and planting apple trees along his path so there would be apple trees on his return trip.
These "seeds" can be anything. From a bit of sorrow. To a breath of despair. From a pleasant smile. To a fragrance in the air.
The "seeds" we plant are those that shall be harvested. If we do not bother to plant anything, we get nothing. When we bother spending our time observing the wind (air, talk, communications, "hot air", political debates), we do not sow. If we "regard the clouds" -- day dreaming -- we will have nothing to harvest.
My father taught the lesson as follows. "Be nice to everyone. Try to help everyone out. You never know when that will come back to you." He said that one to me about a year before he died, when I was working with him. He was attempting to help someone's relative/friend get a job. He did not even know the man. I knew he did not know the man. My father did know my "looks", though. So when he turned around, that was how he explained his actions. I remember that one. I always wanted to be a smart-ass and add in the words "or how" -- "You never know when or how that will come back to you."
Thus, I was watching seeds my father left for me. He always said I would know when. He even stated that I would go back to college (before I even started college!). Rather prophetic, but the old man could read people better than some gods -- and he had a lot of time to learn how to read me.
For some reason, it kind of filtered into my mind this weekend: B.A. Creative Writing, UH. Then I might eventually finish out by going to law school. If I do that I could go into the FBI. (can you tell I was watching the x-files?) I figured such a plan would take me about 12 years from re-starting at UH to completion of juris doctorate. Maybe longer, maybe less time. All depending on how ambitious I get.
The journey here is to learn to write better. I have been a writer since I was in the forth grade. I really have written tomes of garbage. I have done research into the strange, the scientific, and the norm. All so that I know how to craft a tale better.
I will be thanking the people that led me to this conclusion, today. For too long have I let others influence that calling. When I was in sixth grade and Walt Morey convinced me I wouldn't like writing (specifically, "re-writing"). I still have the copy of Kavik he signed. I lost the copy of the Lemon Merangue Dog. What Morey did not realize is that others actually craft differently, better, wiser. That is why Stephen King has sold more books than Walt Morey.
(seriously, crafting any project is practically as unique to the individual as it is to the project being crafted.)
One day I want to produce a nice epic work similar to Frank Herbert's Dune. I think I have actually read Dune four times now. Which is remarkable. So few books ever make it to the twice status. Even fewer get read three times. I think Bach's One was read three times or (and?) it may have been Bach's A Bridge Across Forever. Illusions (by Bach) is the only one I have read more than four times (I think I am up to five or six on that book).
Oh yeh, the seed that was planted before I had graduated high school. My father said this to my mother, "He will go back to college when he is ready."
