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4.09.2010

Animal Past Life Recalled - Owl in Southern Chile



Thursday I went to group meditation, and while our instructor was having us focus on balancing two of our chakras (solar plexus and the next upper one), I had this short past life recall.

I was flying through the air. Ahead of me was a mountain and it was dark coloured (because of the time of day). Directly below me and behind me was a grassland area. I sensed the time was early evening (like around 7.30 p.m.). The Sun was behind us, meaning we were flying eastward.

To my left was a beige coloured owl. He was looking forward, and then moved his head to he right to look at me. Then he turned his head again to look forward. When he looked at me it was as if to say "There, we've reached the mountains". Did I somehow get lost over the Pacific Ocean, and this other owl helped me get back to land?



Afterwords I "asked the universe" (the Book of Life, or Akashic Record) when this happened. I got the number 1400. Similar to when I recalled being a Zebra in Tanzania Africa 1,000 years ago, I just subtracted 1400 from 2000 A.D., leaving the time period of 600 A.D.

I also sensed this was somewhere in South America around the Andes Mountains. I sensed that these mountains were large, and it is true that the Andes are the second highest and longest in the world.

So, in database format

Animal: Owl (could be Great Horned Owl)
Time Period: ~600 A.D.
Continent: South America
Region: Andes Mountains

So I can now trace my soul, going back 1400 years. My friend thinks it - flying with an owl - just a loose metaphor meaning something else.

I sensed that this other owl was a male and that he was a bit older than myself. Could it be the soul of my buddy Wally? Could I have known him from back then? He does like South America, Machu Piccho, Brazil, in this life and has traveled to those areas.

See also:

Wikipedia - Patagonia Region
Wikipedia - Great Horned Owl
Wikipedia - Torres del Paine

2.06.2010

"Jolly Roger" Hepburn 1893-1907

About a week after my uncle blessed our family's home, I was thinking it might be kinda nice to have a ghost buddy that I could help, ala Ghost Whisperer.

My "spirit guide", Daniel, found someone, a 14-year old boy with a nickname of "Jolly Roger" which is the skull and crossbones pirate symbol. He was introduced to me on November 12, 2009. His surname is Hepburn.

I did some recording of him on my laptop, but his voice is very quiet. I used audio editing program Audacity to boost the sound and to get rid of as much background sounds as possible. It is very difficult to hear on the computer. It was much easier when he communicated telepathically and would say things like "It's cold in your apartment". This was in late November / early December when Winnipeg had a frigid spell and the heat couldn't keep up, despite turning up the thermometer, the temperature went no further than 21 Celcius. Yet another day when I saw an orb light enter my apt. suite through the window and I asked who it was he said "It's Jolly Roger boy".

I would be ready to go to sleep and turn over to the left part of the mattress when I'd hear J. R. say "you're sitting on my neck". "Oh sorry J. R. I can't see you."

Another night around 11.30 p.m. I saw his tiny orb exit my apartment through the living room window. The next day I asked him where he went and he replied "I just went out for a bit," which is fine for me because it would be impossible for me to be his parent. I cannot ask that he stay in after a certain time. I am just his friend, nothing more.

One recording he gave me details about the circumstances of his death, and he said that he wants "proper burial for my pieces of bones". " What happened to him was that on or near February 22, 1907 he had somehow fallen through the ice on one of the Winnipeg area rivers (I sense though that it was the Red River).

I asked him whether he had any brothers or sisters, and he told me he had a younger brother named Bob (Robert).

When I had some time, I had gone to the Library to view the Free Press microfilm from that date. I may have missed it, but all I could see similar was a Mr. Hawthorne of Winnipeg had frozen to death while in Calgary. The story appeared on the February 23, 1907 edition. He was a member of the Canadian army and was in his 20s. Not the guy I was looking for.

When I first saw "J. R." I had to make a space as dark as possible with little or no light. That room was my washroom. I had turned off all the lights in the living room and closed the curtains. Closed the washroom door and sat on the toilet seat cover.

First there was an orange orb light near the floor. That's a sign that a spirit is trying to make itself visible. Then blue & white lights form and move about. Within a couple of minutes I could "see" J. R. sitting on the edge of the bathtub, blueish-coloured, with his hands on his face and looking downward. Then he'd switch positions and sit in the bathtub and keep switching positions every couple of seconds, always only giving me a side view of him. He had Harry Potter-like eye glasses and fairly thick light-coloured hair with sideburns, but not covering his ears.

Why I have not really seen him face on is that it is known that ghosts don't have eye pupils, so their eyes are completely black and I guess that he didn't want me to see him that way.

When a spirit is visible, so much energy is used up in manifesting in that form that there isn't enough left to speak. It's an either or decision.

More recently I wanted to try photographing him, and read that if you keep using the flash on the camera that this will encourage the spirit to be visible. Well, that actually did something else. I don't think he wants to be photographed because when I pointed the camera into the washroom, I saw this wavy light near the bottom of the doorway move to my bedroom and I followed the light pressing the shutter button. One particular frame had a grey transparent vertical rectangle on the right side of the image. I believe J. R. was doing all he could to prevent a photo of him. What I think this means is that it doesn't matter whether people "see" him or not, but that he somehow gets closure and can then ascend to Heaven.



I don't know how else to help this kid. I am not willing to go swimming into the River. That I do know. I wish I could prove through some kind of written account that he went missing back then and his body was never found.

What makes finding more details about him difficult are two things. He has not given me his real first name (unless it really is Roger), and secondly the Free Press has taken away access to its electronic edition at the Library. That would make it really simple to just type in the name Hepburn into the search box and have it look in the 1907 Free Press text.

I also do not know how many others he has communicated with over the past 103 years, and whether those others ever got any further than I have in helping him.

At least then he would become a Winnipeg documented ghost.

Since then he has told me that he does no longer wish to stay with me because he doesn't like sitting near where the cat litterbox is, and my bed is not wide enough for him to sleep on.

J. R. is a much more friendly ghost than Aern ever was and I wish to continue to make his cause known.

1.28.2010

Grade 1 Reading List

Back in Grade One (1972-73) one of my favourite whole classroom assignments was to read 25 books within a certain time.

The list of primer books was written on a small file folder type paper, and at the top was a photo of each of us. There are also several coloured stars - one for each book read.

Unbeknownst and thankfully, my Mom kept this document, was rediscovered when we looked through her archive.

Some of the titles are very generic. The list doesn't include the author's name. I don't know if it would be easy to locate the exact book I read back then.

Here's the list:

  1. Opening Books (by Mae Knight Clark, 1965, Macmillan Press)
  2. A Magic Boy
  3. Things You See (by Mae Knight Clark, 1965, Macmillan Press)
  4. Worlds of Wonder (by W. E. Johns, 1962)
  5. Bears on Wheels
  6. One Fish, Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish (Dr. Seuss, 1960)
  7. The Crate Train (by Seymour Resnick, 1966)
  8. The Sign Book (about street signs?)
  9. Stop
  10. The Foot Book (by Dr. Seuss, 1968)
  11. Sam & the Firefly (by P.D. Eastman, 1958)
  12. Stop that Ball (by Michael McClintlock, Marshall McClintlock)
  13. That Cat in the Hat
  14. My ABC Book
  15. Meet Mr. Mugs (by Martha Kambeitz and Carol Roth, 1966)
  16. My Little Green Story Book (by Odille Ousley, David H. Russell)
  17. The Twins Tom & Don (by Gertrude Hildreth, Allie Lou Felton, Mabel J. Henderson, and Alice Meighen, 1940)
  18. Hop on Pop (by Dr. Seuss)
  19. Lands of Pleasure (by Mae Knight Clark, 1965, Macmillan Press)
  20. Our New Friends (about a new pet cat or dog?)
  21. Fun With Dick & Jane
  22. Peter's Family
  23. Old MacDonald Had a Farm
  24. Go, Dog. Go! (by P. D. Eastman, 1961)
  25. Green Eggs & Ham (by Dr. Seuss)

11.22.2009

Rewrite of the Apostles Creed Needed

Below is the Apostles Creed, as said shortly after the beginning of Mass:

I believe in God, the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth.
I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord.
He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the Virgin Mary.
He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried.
He descended into hell. On the third day he rose again.
He ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
He will come again to judge the living and the dead.
I believe in the Holy Spirit,
the holy catholic Church, the communion of saints,
the forgiveness of sins,
the resurrection of the body,
and life everlasting.
Amen.

Now I feel that changing part of it to acknowledge and be thankful for the whole universe, not just Earth and Heaven... And at the end we say "and everlasting life". How about adding a David Icke-ian "and eternal consciousness". So if it were up to me to change the wording...

I believe in God, the Father almighty, creator of the Universe.
I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord.
He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the Virgin Mary.
He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried.
He descended into hell. On the third day he rose again.
He ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
He will come again to judge the living and the dead.
I believe in the Holy Spirit,
the holy catholic Church, the communion of saints,
the forgiveness of sins,
the resurrection of the body,
and eternal consciousness.
Amen.

See also:

It's ALWAYS right to give Him thanks and praise

11.15.2009

Homemade French Lemonaide




SOURCE: Wikipedia - Berlin 1931

I was looking at the Wikipedia page about the fruit drink Fruitopia, which lead me to the page about the history of the Soft Drink, which had a subsection about Lemonaide, and how it was a French drink dating back to the 1600s A.D. - they made it with lemon juice, water, and honey. Sounds a lot better than the Minute Maid stuff you buy nowadays. So I tried it and it tastes great. You don't need to put 1/2 pound sugar into a jug...Use some liquid honey instead.

The story about French lemonaide said that people would walk through town with a canister of the refreshment on their backs and cups - instant small business!

11.09.2009

"Can I see my family NOW?"

South River Heights part of Red River Colony?

I have a ghost story to tell you...

Thirty-three years ago (1976) I was just 10 years old and our family had just moved into a home in south River Heights a few months prior.

I remember going downstairs for some toy or book after school in the Fall, and back then we didn't have as many LED lights from gadgets like we have now. The basement was pretty much pitch black.

One day after school between 4.30 and 5 p.m. I walked downstairs and I could feel this "presence" of this older (approx. 50 years old) man. This happened several times. I was so freightened of him that I'd run to get my stuff and then run like Hell back upstairs, careful not to bump into the telepost.

One day this man showed me this lifesize Sepia-toned image of his family. I now know that this was just a still Dagerotype from the 1800s. The man was standing and to the right of him was his wife holding onto her husband's leg. To the right of them were their children - a girl and a boy.

I studied the image for a bit, before running upstairs to my room.

It was at that time that I was huffing and puffing and asked their names...

Me: OK, what are your names, starting with the father.

Father: Aern. (with a Brogue/Celtic/Gaelic accent)

Me: How do you spell that?

Father: A E R N

Me: What is your wife's name?

Father: Mary

Me: What is your son's name?

Father: Joe (in a humble tone)

At that moment I thought the names were being inserted by my own consciousness because Mary and Joseph were my grandparents name. So I never did get the name of the daughter. And I haven't gotten their Surname which would have made it easier to locate history records of them.

Over the years after 1976-77-78 etc.. I had gotten over the fear of going downstairs because I started to turn on the lights instead of just running from this "man".

In 1985 my heart changed and I was a kinder more loving person. One day I saw this "memory clip" that of this 7 year old boy who looked like he was just getting ready for bed. He had overalls on which he had just taken off. Under that he wore an orange, blue and silver striped shirt. It was Aern's son, Joe from the life-size Dagerotype! At the time I thought he was pointing at me but he was actually just one of Aern's memories. Joe was making monkey faces and was just being silly. I had seen this clip at least 4 times in the 1980s.

Then nothing. Until November 1, 2009.

I had taken my cat, Tiger, to my parent's home, and after watching part of a movie in the basement, my cat peered to the back of the basement doorway where the laundry room was. I heard Tiger say "Hello, hello, Aern?"

I gasped, and said to my cat "Hey, I remember that name from when I was younger!" Then Tiger says while returning from the back of the basement and lookking contented "gotta go, Aern". My cat looked like I was interrupting something between them and that they were friendly to one another.

So this past week was one in which everything that the ghost of Aern had just started to make sense. And he was such a good family man. I remember talking to him back in 1985... He would ask me telepathically ... "Can I see my family now?" repeating that for a few times. I told him at the time I wasn't sure whether he could go to Heaven or not because I wasn't sure whether he had done something to cause him to not go up.

This year has seen a monumental shift inside of me. I lost my first cat, Smiles, to abdominal cancer. I had him for 18 years. And other things at work and in the political happenings in the U.S. caused me to reflect on what it means to be "human" and where we go in the afterlife.

In June I became open to reincarnation and have been listening to David Icke and others on the topic.

So when I heard Aern's name called out by my cat last week it reminded me of all thatI had encountered of him since 1976.

My question is this... Was there a Red River Colony Settlement in what is now southwest River Heights? And if so, how do I find out more about this Aern guy and his family. I am sorry I couldn't find his last/surname. I don't know if he just doesn't remember it (head injury at death?) or I couldn't hear his ghost whisper voice clear enough.

Can you help me find more about the Red River Colony if there were families not just at the Rivers, but also beyond?

11.07.2009

Names of my Guardian Angel & Spirit Guide

I have asked the names of my Guardian Angel and Spirit Guide.

The name of my Guardian Angel is Rexufufus ('Rexy' for short), and the name of my Spirit Guide is Daniel.

The name Rexufufus is a unique name. You won't find it by doing a Google search.

11.01.2009

Tiger the Cat speaks with Aern the Ghost/Spirit

When I was a young boy of 9 or 10 -- when our family moved to their current home in south River Heights in 1975, whenever I went downstairs it was dark there. I always was so scared of being down there alone, and I would always rush back as fast as I could back upstairs.

I knew I saw some kind of dark coloured male spirit standing there watching me run from the basement and up the stairs.

And ever since I started to bring my 2nd cat, Tiger, to my parent's home, he never really liked being there much I thought. He would meow and meow and I always got the impression that he wanted to go back to my apt.

But today I guess because I've been opened again to ghosts because of my cat Smiles coming back twice in spirit form to my apartment (June & October 2009).

I brought Tiger over, and let him go downstairs for a bit. He meowed as usual, and in fact Pat, and Scully the Parrot, and Tiger and myself were all sitting down for a bit to watch the 1988 animated movie The Land Before Time on Laserdisc.

Pat went back upstairs because I had gone up again for some food.

When I returned I could hear Tiger talking. He was at the back of the laundry room, when I heard him say "Hello, Hello. Erin?"

So now this ghost/spirit has a name.

Now what do we do?

This and possibly more spirits have been present in the that space for possibly 100s of years.

Mom of course can't see them and of course she doesn't really believe in them because I believe she is "rational" and not really spiritual or psychic like Pat and me are.

Then Tiger spoke again from the back of the laundry room, while I was sitting at the other end of the basement but could clearly hear what Tiger was saying...

He said "Gotta go, Erin", meaning Tiger had to leave the spirit(s) and was going back to me at the other (north) end of the basement

As I remember Aern running scared passed him in the 1970s, he wore a dark cloak and a top hat, and his whole outfit looked like it was from the mid-19th century. So he must have been dead for at least 100 years before our family had moved into the home-space.

I used to be scared of this man figure I saw on my way upstairs, but now I feel so sorry for him. I want to help Aern (male version of Erin) to reach to the tunnel of light that gets his spirit & soul up to Heaven. I don't sense he is "bad" but that I guess in the old Christianity he probably didn't go up to the tunnel because sometimes Christianity scares humanity into making us believe that God is "vengeful" and "you're going to Hell if you sin".

I've discovered though that God really is more merciful than we let on to believe. If we have sinned a bit, as long as it is not major stuff like murder, then we basically do "Heaven time" and will one day reincarnate again into a new body.

If Aern and other human spirits had just let go and gone into the light when he had died over 100 years ago, his soul would have reincarnated into the body of a male again, and if he chose, he would have been born in Winnipeg with a new name -- God's way of totally forgiving our sins. I will try and communicate that to Aern if I see him again though. I don't want him to continue to get stuck the way he's been. I'm sure the rest of his family has been waiting for him in Heaven for a long, long, time, if they haven't reincarnated themselves at least once by now.

Jim

10.28.2009

Smiles the Cat Visits from the Afterlife

My cat Smiles passed away on his 18th birthday, March 2, 2009.

Twelve hours later while at my parent's home I hear the voice of my Uncle Rudy say "Now this is the one I've been waiting for!".

Then in early May 2009 Fr. Brian Massie passed away and about a week or two later. I was playing a bit rough with my other cat Tiger when I hear Fr. Massie say to my consciousness, "Be nice to your cats, or you won't get to Heaven." "OK thanks for the reminder", I said. I was playing a bit rough with Smiles too, for his age, and was wondering whether I was making it hard on him and may have contributed to him dying when he did.

Then in early June I became opened to reincarnation when my sister Pat mentioned it.

About a week later I was at my computer in the early evening when I turned around towards my bathroom and I saw the back 1/2 of a dark grey transparent cat lunge forward into the bathroom. It was not one of the other cats because - get this - he was positioned near the top of the doorway, not on the ground, so it was not a shadow or reflection of some sort from Tiger or Herbie. It all but lasted about 5 seconds. I knew it was Smiles in spirit form.

Nothing happened since that time until last week, October 19th or 20th, when I had just started to climb out of the bathtub in the morning to get ready for work. It was about 7.45 a.m. As I was climbing out of the tub I grabbed my bath towel, and as I put it around my shoulder I saw Smiles run right past the left part of me very close to my head. As he passed my shoulder, he let one of his feet touch my shoulder, and then he was off, outside the bathroom, and disappeared.

Until these two ghost occurrences I had never seen anything in spirit form before, or at least if I had, I couldn't identify it.

Also, Smiles' spirit was dark transparent black (dark grey). In the two instances, I had not seen his face nor had I caught a glimpse of any white fur part of him like his underbelly.

So now through Smiles' two visits and also from seeing my purple and pink crown chakra (flower-like petals) in June I can confirm that the soul and the spirit are different. The soul is the multi-coloured being of light that we are that we see each other as in a deeper part of Heaven. The soul has no weight to it because of it being composed of light. It always stays the same colours. The spirit, on the other hand, is like a shapeshifter from a sci-fi movie. You choose your form before you are born, and once you choose that form you are that until you die. So a soul that was a cat in one life and then becomes human and will have met many different cats and humans in its life will be seen from the other's "sight" as being either a cat or a human.

I welcome Smiles to continue to visit me for as long as he needs to or for as long as he can. One day Smiles, Tiger, Herbie and me as well as others will all be up in Heaven romping around it and Rainbow Bridge. One day, we will return to Earth, in feline or human form, as children, as parents, and as cats.

See also:

PetLifeRadio.com - Paranormal Pets (Radio Show/Podcast)
Amazon.com - Know About Animal Afterlife

10.13.2009

No More A Slave To Big Pharma

Since 2005 (and a bit earlier) I have had Type 2 Diabetes, and since early 2006 I have been on the pharmaceutical drug Metformin, which has been around since the mid-1960s.

At the time I had always told everyone that if I find a way to get off that drug I would happily try it.

I have concluded that Metformin and other diabetic drugs are but a "crutch" if we allow them to be. As human beings we are more than what we are told and that we can self-heal our bodies using natural remedies that have been around for thousands upon thousands of years.

So I actually started this in May 2009 when I became aware and awake to the phenomena of 'chemtrails' (or geo-engineering) our climate to make it cooler, ickier and less humane to breathe its air.

I sought a way to rid myself of the harmful chemicals like rat poison (aka Barium), and aluminium -- both being used to block our sinus cavities, causing shortness of breath, causing colds more often, having a skipping or 'palpitating' heartbeat, having the feeling of choking on gum in the middle of the night, but it's actually mucus.

I started with Bentonite and Oil Of Oregano. The bottle of Bentonite says you're supposed to take it with Psyllium powder, which was expensive too, but well worth it.

The Bentonite and Oregano I took for a few weeks, not regularly but every few days. And I'll say this now: if it weren't for my good friend James H. getting sick in May, I might not have discovered that these herbal remedies actually do work.

I hadn't noticed any difference until about the second week of September, and just like September 2001 when I tried a water fast, I drank 4 to 6 glasses of distilled and mineral (Jackson Springs) water daily.

By this time I felt the internal cells in my body and externally my skin cells to be created in a more pure state. It felt so good to feel soooo good again. I am 43 chronologically, but I felt about 18 again.

People around me at my workplace were hacking coughing, and I told them about Oil of Oregano. Some said they might try it, but they were the ones who were on 'blood thinners'. They let Big Pharma control their bodies and to become locked in, or dependent upon pharmaceutical drugs to maintain their illness rather than cure them.

So sad.

As the Bentonite began to clear out the gunk in my body, I began to notice also that my hair became softer and the skin throughout my body to become child-like soft.

I was off of Metformin, and I wasn't going to go back to it again!

I was waking up earlier too. No more pressing the snooze button on the alarm clock and being late for work.

Because there is 22% less Sunlight getting to us now than 30 years ago, I began to take 5,000 units (5 * 1000 mg) of Vitamin D3 daily, and sometimes take 6,000.

Flaxseed Oil is an essential oil that is Omega3 which is not produced by our bodies, and there is scientific evidence to say that those who have Type 2 Diabetes should eat Omega3 fish daily to control their blood sugar. So instead of eating a 'meat sandwich' like Ham or Salami or just whatever, I began bringing a can of Tuna with me to work for Lunch. Instead of eating it with a sandwich and mayonaise I just spill out the water and eat the fish directly from a plate.

If I drink some distilled water or a glass of milk, or cranberry juice with it, an hour or so later, I feel soooo good and have so much energy it is like I am light on my feet and feel so much energy I could participate in a running marathon.

The last couple of weeks I expanded my forte in cleansing my body by adding one or two cups of cranberry juice daily. I cannot easily tell whether I had any urinary tract infection or not, but I can tell that I don't have as much muscle pain passing urine as I used to.

And most recently I have discovered that lowering blood sugar and curing diabetes it is necessary to cleanse the liver too. I bought the herbal remedy Milk Thistle, which I found to irritate my abdomen the first few days, so I switched to Lecithin, which my Dad used to give us before going to school in the 1970s, so I have an association with that. I prefer the Milk Thistle also because going by what I've read about it, it can 'heal and repair' the liver and minimize any problems from gall bladder, which I've had for the past 20 years.

So I'm really feeling quite fine. One thing though. My blood sugars are still reporting around 30-ish. But even that will be lowered by another thing I'll be taking in almost daily -- Cinnamon. It has been proven through several scientific tests that putting 1/2 tsp. of Cinnamon into your tea, coffee, or hot chocolate it is guaranteed to lower your blood sugar by 25% or more after 40 days.

9.13.2009

Herbie Protocol




My new cat Herbie has this as his Rule #1:


"If you bite, you gotta lick"

8.21.2009

Gandhi on Small Government

""The larger (structurally) a democracy grows, the less becomes the rule of the people and the smaller is the say of individuals and localised groups in dealing with their own destinies."

- Mahatma Gandhi

Yet another reason Winnipeg one day should deamalgamate its suburban entities. Smaller has proven to be the best.

8.19.2009

Two Chemtrail Planes Forced Down

http://forum.prisonplanet.com/index.php?topic=113768.0


http://www.davidicke.com/forum/showthread.php?t=78086


This was a few weeks ago (June 2009), but is just the type of thing that MUST be done in order to STOP the manipulation of our weather.

8.05.2009

We Think Ourselves into Disease

http://www.winnipegfreepress.com/opinion/westview/thinking-about-death-can-kill-you-52300752.html

This article says that we think ourselves into various diseases, and become our worst fears.

So with the H1N1 artificially created "flu" and its forthcoming "solution" in the form of a vaccine, it is better to think that we will overcome this whole thing rather than to think that we'll die of it.

Same thing with Diabetes, Cancer, MS, etc...

7.17.2009

59 Donald St. Rammed by Driver of Convertible

Some asshole rammed into the side of my apt. block on Donald St. today. Early reports from residents of the apartment block were that before dying though, she also hit a pedestrian who was crossing Donald St. (Note: but the media is now saying there was never a pedestrian hit).

She hit the building so hard that the inside wall of the lobby is now cracked.

CJOB.com - Pedestrian hit on Donald St.

WinnipegSun.com - Serious Crash on Donald St.


Flickr.com - Photo #1 -59 Donald St. Lobby after car rams apartment block


Flickr.com - Photo #2 -59 Donald St. Lobby after car rams apartment block


Flickr.com - Photo #3 - Convertible car that crashed into the northwest side of 59 Donald St.


Flickr.com - Photo #3a - Same as #3, except larger size, available for zooming.


Flickr.com - Photo #4 - Police tape surrounds 59 Donald St., as Police investigate car crash.


Flickr.com - Photo #5 - Damage to northwest exterior of 59 Donald St. after convertible car crash.

The latest on this story, from CKY says that there was no pedestrian hurt. Yet someone confirmed seeing an ambulance haul away a body bag, others from the building say that the scene was grusome.

What is gonig on here?

The story from CKY as at 4.30 p.m. Friday July 17, 2009:

Car hits building at Broadway and Donald

Updated: Fri Jul. 17 2009 16:32:22

ctvwinnipeg.ca

The Winnipeg Police Service closed the intersection at Broadway Avenue and Donald Street after a serious car crash on Friday afternoon.

Police had originally suggested that a pedestrian had been hit in the crash, but that information turned out to be false.

The vehicle involved collided with a building in the 100 block of Donald Street.

Motorists were asked to avoid the area while police did their initial investigation, and say a female was taken to hospital in unstable condition, but say her condition has since been upgraded to stable.

Police say there is no further information at this time.


Here is CJOB's updated story:

Donald Street Collision
CJOB News Team reporting
7/17/2009

Donald Street and Broadway is now open to all traffic, previously closed due to a serious motor vehicle collision.

It turns out this was a single motor vehicle collision into a building....not a pedestrian hit.

The vehicle involved was travelling southbound on Donald Street after which time the driver lost control and collided with a building.

The 54-year-old female driver was the only person injured. She was conveyed to hospital in unstable condition. She has since been upgraded to stable condition.


And I snapped more photographs, one showing a bracketed area being marked with blue chalk, at one of the curb side parking spaces just north of the apartment block. Other Police markings, again in blue, show the supposed trajectory of the vehicle, and markings indicating "PF" and "PR". What do those mean?

Permission is granted to the news media for these all photographs on this page.

The Iraq Plaque of Jesus - July 1968

I turned two in June of 1968 and about 3 weeks later Iraq was in the news. My Mom would turn on the Noon newscast on channel 7 CJAY and I remember sitting on the sofa but not looking at the tv.

Then I started hearing the words "Iraq". For some odd reason I then focussed on this ceramic plaque of Jesus that my Mom's Mom gave to her shortly before I was born.

Well, I must have heard her mention the word "plaque" because my mind joined those two words up and voila! -- instant toddler daytime nightmare.

My Mom was in the kitchen and as I sat there on the sofa, I started to scream for her to take down the plaque because it was scarring me. But she did not come. She just didn't understand what I was complaining about. I remember even pointing out the plaque to her.

She later removed it I think, but then the next day the same thing would happen. I'd be listening (but not watching) the local newscast, and then I guess they cut to the reporter's story on the latest in Iraq, and I'd freak out, closing my ears and screaming and wanting my Mom to take down the plaque of Jesus.


NOTE: Facebook doesn't go directly to the post on Blogger, so here is a link to the Jesus plaque.

Years later I recalled this and through the power of the Internet found out that Sadam Hussein had been a newsmaker on July 17, 1968. He had staged a coup of the Iraqi government and overthrew it between that date and July 30th.


1968 - On 17 July the Baath Party returns to power in a bloodless coup that Saddam has helped organise. A group of Sunni Iraqis from Tikrit take the top posts in the new Baath government. Bakr is made president. Saddam is appointed as acting deputy chairman of the Revolutionary Command Council (the government's most powerful decision-making body).

On 30 July Saddam takes personal charge of a purge to rid the new government of old-guard figures. Two months later, following an unsuccessful coup attempt against it, the Baath government cracks down again, with Saddam and Bakr directing a further series of purges designed to eliminate opposition.

SOURCE: MorOrLess.AU.Com


I guess back then my brain heard the words "plaque" and "Iraq" and somehow thought they were somehow connected to one another. In reality the words just rhymm with one another.

The moral of this story is this. Parents, if your kids are screaming about something, perhaps you should listen to and attend to them, because it could be that they are having some kind of experinece like I had.

7.15.2009

Memories of 1968

I remember when I was very young. Perhaps 2 (1968) or early 1969 when we used to go to my relative's home on Cobourg St. in Elmwood (which I really consider to be part of East Kildonan).

I remember part of their house. My cousin's bedroom was on the second floor, and because he lived there it was easy for him to walk up the stairs. But when I was there I found the stairs too steep, and it had this ribbed rubber mat that I found a bit slippery. So I would have to climb up there on my hands and knees.

Then one of the visits I remember that my cousin got one of those wind-up toy clocks with the musical tune. The tune is on the Wii Music disc -- "My Grandfather's Clock". The Wikipedia artcle says the toy clock came out in 1968, so that makes very much sense. Us two boys had the very latest toy.

Here's the lyrics and melody ... link


The one one the far left is the toy clock my cousin and I had. Separately of course.

As it turned out, my cousin's family moved to another house in 1974 when my Aunt and Uncle had a baby girl.

Funny though how I can't really remember the rest of the old house very well, but it was like yesterday I remember my cousin telling me to hurry up (and he was 2 years and a bit), and me telling him that I didn't like how the stairs were.

7.13.2009

Playing back audio from Audacity audio editor

Last time I had Fedora (Linux) was version 8 and I had connected a headphone mic to it and was able to record audio into this UNIX workstation.

Cool stuff.

But I lost the program when I upgraded to Fedora 10.

This program Audacity has been around for about 16 years or more and is available for Linux, Mac and Windows.

The problem I have had in getting it working is not in the recording of audio from a mic, but in the playback. The settings is for the Alsa AC'97 output but it really should be set to Alsa:pulse or Alsa:default.

Now it works again and I'm interested in doing some audio commentary for truwinnipeg.org in the next while.

7.11.2009

MIDI on Fedora 10 (Linux)

Today was the first time I got MIDI to work in Linux on my computer.

The missing program was libtimidity, the "MIDI to WAV converter library".

7.02.2009

The Winnipeg Tribune - WE'RE BACK!

I just posted at TRUWinnipeg about how using your mind's intent to help cause a dream turn into a reality, in particular making the current 66 Grant bus route turn into a modern streetcar route.

I also gave the example of a Canadian infrastructure parts directory that e-mailed me two days after "riding" the Wilson subway between confusion corner and Polo Park, and including all the sounds and sights one would experience when riding such a thing.

Another example of a recurring dream I used to have in the early 1980s was where The Winnipeg Tribune would publish once again.
This dream went like this... It would be a Saturday afternoon in the Summer, and I'd be tagging along with my parents as we shopped at Grant Park. Back in the early 1980s there was a drug store chain called Metro Drugs, and I used to check out the computer and home video magazines there. In this dream I walk past the news stand and spot two or three copies of the Trib. This copy is not mass produced, but is like a limited edition -- much fewer copies than in the days when it published before closing.

The Winnipeg Free Press owns the name of The Winnipeg Tribune since the paper closed on August 27, 1980.

The copy price was $1, compared to the 20 cents back in 1980. But this was because of the lower circulation.

Now add the 'power of intent', and do this several times...See this scenario nowadays at your favourite local corner store or supermarket. And see yourself happy with excitement that the Trib is back again.

Then see the date of the paper. It says August 28, 2010, and the main headline says -- WE'RE BACK!

There is no copies of the Free Press because the Free Press has turned into The Trib.

I've just started a new Facebook group on this:
Bring Back the Winnipeg Tribune!

See also:

TRUWinnipeg.org - A Grant Ave. streetcar
About.com - The Power of Intention