Tuesday, January 8, 2013


Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin,
but held it up with a smile; "What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who'll start the bidding for me?" "A dollar, a dollar"; then two!" "Only
two? Two dollars, and who'll make it three? Three dollars, once; three
dollars twice; going for three.." But no, from the room, far back, a
gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust
from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody
pure and sweet as caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low,
said; "What am I bid for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow.
A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two? Two thousand! And who'll make
it three? Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice, and going and
gone," said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not
quite understnad what changed its worth." Swift came the reply: "The touch
of a master's hand."

And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin, A
"mess of pottage," a glass of wine; a game - and he travels on. "He is
going" once, and "going twice, He's going and almost gone." But the Master
comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul
and the change that's wrought by the touch of the Master's hand.

Myra 'Brooks' Welch

Sunday, December 30, 2012


Whisper sweet somethings inside naive ears, only the strong soon learn the lies. Lick them like candy making them scream, soon all is done as you go on your way. Pull them like taffy as you search in the caves, clearing out cobwebs as no one has watered the vessel long gone forgotten. You are a jester making them fools. As the smiles keep coming for they're cumming for you. © {zb}


She is the the vintage face of the world whose anonymity she keeps in disguise. Tattered fragments she does show, detours to her truths. 

A lover to many, a passion for their flesh, broken in the curves of desires, watcher of backs that bend, opening in a flex. Keep her in the silence of, she the only one, yet not...

How a man tinkers in the secret coves of desires, outsmarting the naive, who crawls in the dust. Inhaling secret memories left behind, what a wicked grin she carries, as the crystal ball does talk. 

Hollow little bird, sings her shallow song, as soon the notes drown deep, in the darkened mire. As she continues humming her ballad of sweet little lies, in the mystic fog the wicked Cheshire grin penetrates the soul.

© {zb}


It is in seeking that they come to possess a soul, in want of unlocking the heart box. Searching to unmask the dance of her masquerade. In despair they walk away, as finding they hold not the fitted key. A key held by only one, yet truly not in full possession has he. A journey still awaits to be traveled, a road not yet met. The sun rises each day, as the sun does set each night. Until the maiden voyage is taken by the light of the sun and moon she sits.  
© {zb}


Wow- very interesting....Everyone should read :)

ONIONS! I had never heard this!!!

In 1919 when the flu killed 40 million people there was this Doctor that visited the many farmers to see if he could help them combat the flu...
Many of the farmers and their families had contracted it and many died.

The doctor came upon this one farmer and to his surprise, everyone was very healthy. When the doctor asked what the farmer was doing that was different the wife replied that she had placed an unpeeled onion in a dish in the rooms of the home, (probably only two rooms back then). The doctor couldn't believe it and asked if he could have one of the onions and place it under the microscope. She gave him one and when he did this, he did find the flu virus in the onion. It obviously absorbed the bacteria, therefore, keeping the family healthy.

Now, I heard this story from my hairdresser. She said that several years ago, many of her employees were coming down with the flu, and so were many of her customers. The next year she placed several bowls with onions around in her shop. To her surprise, none of her staff got sick. It must work. Try it and see what happens. We did it last year and we never got the flu.

Now there is a P. S. to this for I sent it to a friend in Oregon who regularly contributes material to me on health issues. She replied with this most interesting experience about onions:

Thanks for the reminder. I don't know about the farmer's story...but, I do know that I contacted pneumonia, and, needless to say, I was very ill... I came across an article that said to cut both ends off an onion put it into an empty jar, and place the jar next to the sick patient at night. It said the onion would be black in the morning from the germs...sure enough it happened just like that...the onion was a mess and I began to feel better.

Another thing I read in the article was that onions and garlic placed around the room saved many from the black plague years ago. They have powerful antibacterial, antiseptic properties.

This is the other note. Lots of times when we have stomach problems we don't know what to blame. Maybe it's the onions that are to blame. Onions absorb bacteria is the reason they are so good at preventing us from getting colds and flu and is the very reason we shouldn't eat an onion that has been sitting for a time after it has been cut open.


I had the wonderful privilege of touring Mullins Food Products, Makers of mayonnaise. Questions about food poisoning came up, and I wanted to share what I learned from a chemist.

Ed, who was our tour guide, is a food chemistry whiz. During the tour, someone asked if we really needed to worry about mayonnaise. People are always worried that mayonnaise will spoil. Ed's answer will surprise you. Ed said that all commercially-made mayo is completely safe.

"It doesn't even have to be refrigerated. No harm in refrigerating it, but it's not really necessary." He explained that the pH in mayonnaise is set at a point that bacteria could not survive in that environment. He then talked about the summer picnic, with the bowl of potato salad sitting on the table, and how everyone blames the mayonnaise when someone gets sick.

Ed says that, when food poisoning is reported, the first thing the officials look for is when the 'victim' last ate ONIONS and where those onions came from (in the potato salad?). Ed says it's not the mayonnaise (as long as it's not homemade mayo) that spoils in the outdoors. It's probably the ONIONS, and if not the onions, it's the POTATOES.

He explained onions are a huge magnet for bacteria, especially uncooked onions. You should never plan to keep a portion of a sliced onion.. He says it's not even safe if you put it in a zip-lock bag and put it in your refrigerator.

It's already contaminated enough just by being cut open and out for a bit, that it can be a danger to you (and doubly watch out for those onions you put in your hotdogs at the baseball park!). Ed says if you take the leftover onion and cook it like crazy you'll probably be okay, but if you slice that leftover onion and put on your sandwich, you're asking for trouble. Both the onions and the moist potato in a potato salad, will attract and grow bacteria faster than any commercial mayonnaise will even begin to break down.

Also, dogs should never eat onions. Their stomachs cannot metabolize onions.

Please remember it is dangerous to cut an onion and try to use it to cook the next day, it becomes highly poisonous for even a single night and creates toxic bacteria which may cause adverse stomach infections because of excess bile secretions and even food poisoning.

Please pass this on to all you love and care about.
— with Adonain Danny Rivera.


I am the mind in Amethyst, for in calmness clarity enters. My shield is in the Agate, protection and balance are there. Negativity is kept at bay as Amazonite dispels all in freedom. From the sea there is no fear, as the Aquamarine is my courage I set sail with. Prosperity is mine as my pocketful of Aventurine brings me opportunity that knocks upon my door. Sacred is the Chalcedony stone in nurturing my goodwill, abandoning  all ills. In Citrine lies an open mind, optimism and self-esteem. As the ancients gave us Diamonds to protect us of poisons as well as detoxification. Peaceful are my dreams as the Emerald takes me to the city of self-knowledge. In my garden of Jade, serenity is found charmed in prosperity's hand well held. My determination and perseverance enhanced among an Onyx nights gemstone. My passion, love and spontaneity all come forth helping in visualization, imagination, dreams, and healing among the Opal stone. In my gentle love, appreciation of art, music and the written word, harmony is restored among the Rose Quartz. In my peace and happiness, insight to the future in an azure sky of Sapphires was foretold. As for the love of nature Turquoise shall always be in me, as it is my source to Mother nature, a forever friendship in us both.
© {zb}

Friday, December 28, 2012


Like the serpent she commands...He has become...does her trace make you beg to be stroked...does her stroke bring you to a moan...is your moan a wanting of more... as she keeps you on the edge...is the edge where you seek to be from her...or are you willing to plunge into the deep end... where you fall straight down into the claws... that have pierced your soul through out your whole being...© {zb}