We all end up in the same place

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We recently had to bury our beloved dog Blackie after he followed Oh to the main road. He was hit by a bus as he tried to cross over, a heartbreaking situation especially after researching how to bring him to America with us (and discovering it was not as hard as I had feared to bring a dog from Thailand to the USA. Easier than making a human a visa, actually). He was the last of our little animal brood to leave our company. With us leaving for America in less than a month, there’s something ominous and sad about the loss of our pet family, as though they sensed our leaving and opted for the other side. But it still doesn’t stop me from thinking about the bounding young dogs and cat crossing through the woods with me, and thinking about what could have been.

I wanted to take the chance to commemorate our three beloved pets, our two dogs and one cat. Oh got Ma Air the cat first, in July 2012. I’d mentioned to him in passing that I wanted a kitten. A day later at his mom’s house he produced two tiny balls of fur, one a dark tabby and one a tan tabby. They couldn’t have been more than five weeks old, and I lectured him for taking them so young from their mother. “Thai style.” Oh insisted. “That’s why we take two.” He explained that his mother was happy to take one kitten when they got a little older, and asked me which I preferred. The tan kitten approached me purring, so Ma Air it was. “It’s a girl cat.” Oh told me definitively. It’s hard on such young kittens to tell. I flipped the purring bundle of fur on her belly and held up her bottle brush tail. “I think it’s a boy.” Either way Ma Air was the best cat I ever had.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
A few months later we moved into a new house, taking the young Ma Air with us. He’d been terrorized by Oh’s mother’s dog, Snow White. Despite this, perhaps due to late stage pregnancy nesting hormones, I wanted a dog. Just one dog. A puppy preferably that would not try to kill the cat and could learn to be gentle when the baby came. Thai style being what it is, it should not have surprised me when Oh’s mother came with not one, not two, but three puppies. It was not a choice, exactly. The woman had insisted that Oh’s mom take the whole litter of five week old puppies. After some frantic conversation in our yard, a solution was reached: Me and Oh would take two dogs, and Oh’s mom would take the third. I had already settled on the runt of the three puppies, a tiny little whining ball with mange who had settled on my foot as we debated what to do with all these puppies. Mange is a near death sentence for a Thai dog, even though it’s easily treatable. The dogs lose all their hair to the fungus and sift through trash on the side of the road, unloved and unwanted. The poor puppy would have had a very hard and probably short life, and I love charity cases. The puppy that would soon be called Rosie was my baby before I had the baby, getting saved from ant attacks, mange, fleas and ticks and all manner of trouble.
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I decided to take the next puppy of the three that approached me. The largest puppy, the only boy of the litter came next. I decided this one could be for Jasmine, who named him Blackie.
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We decided to keep the three puppies together due to their young age for a bit. I was worried what Ma Air the cat would think about all these dogs, especially after his bad experience with Snow White. I should not have been worried. The 4 month old kitten was still bigger than the five week old puppies. Ma Air took one look at Rosie and started batting at the her face playfully. “Look at these little things! I can take them!” The cat seemed to be saying. Inexplicably, Ma Air became best friends with the dogs. Rosie became best friends with the cat, perhaps because she stayed too little to bother with any doggie dominance wars. She knew she was at the bottom in a fight, so she found becoming friends with another species quite appealing.
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My little brood stayed together for over a year. Oh’s mother eventually gave the third puppy away to a friend, but Blackie, Rosie, and Ma Air remained inseparable. I trained the puppies to walk on leashes, and Oh trained them to ride on the motorbike. Based on a few trips to the beach we learned that Blackie loved to swim (but Rosie did not and had to be thrown in the water by force). Ma Air would follow on my walks with Blackie and Rosie, and I am sure I was quite a sight in our Thai neighborhood: a western woman, nine months pregnant, walking two dogs on a leash while a cat followed behind. It was a happy home even through the transition after Eliza’s birth.
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Rosie was the smart one, with an expression of concern that deepened after I went to America with Eliza in 2013. “Rosie want to be human in her next life.” Oh proclaimed. “She thinks to much. She worry what to do if we go to America and leave her behind.” I’d checked into taking the dogs and cat to America, and it sounded like Ma Air, due to his smaller size and being able to fit in the passenger area, was the best bet for bringing to the US first. Rosie and Blackie would have to wait at Oh’s mom’s house for probably months, maybe even a year, something that weighed on me too. But besides some pretty easy vaccine requirements, the rules were dependent on the individual airline’s policies. I would not know or be able to plan more until Oh had a visa to go to the US, a process that was dragging on with no end in sight.
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Then my pet family started to come undone. I remember seeing Ma Air and Blackie and Rosie stretched out together on our brown sofa, as they had done so many other times, in mid November. They were all grown and I hadn’t taken such a picture since they were little together. The camera’s battery was low, however. It shut down and I put it away, thinking flippantly “I’ll get plenty of other chances to take that picture.” Such would not be the case. We were planning a trip to the North of Thailand. A neighbor had agreed to watch the dogs while we were gone, but we were worried that Ma Air the cat would wander away in our absence. So we planned on taking him to Oh’s mom’s house, an area that he knew and would be watched. The morning we were leaving, however, the cat disappeared. I was sure Ma Air would turn up at our house while we were gone. A dream I had in Isaan told me otherwise, as in it both Rosie and MA Air were walking towards a bright light, ignoring my calls to them. I had a very bad feeling about that.
We came back from our trip. Ma Air had never been found. I searched the neighborhood calling or him, but he had vanished. Sometimes I thought I heard him meowing from a house behind ours. I walked by the house several times, calling for him. They had another cat in the house, but I always wondered if they’d taken him in.
Rosie died a few short weeks later, hit by a truck right in front of our house. Our gate had trouble latching in, and Rosie, the smaller of the two dogs, could slip through the crack at the opening if it hadn’t been shut all the way by somebody coming or going. I heard a slight squeal, nothing more. It sounded like Rosie but I thought Blackie was playing a little rough with her and I went back to my edit as Eliza slept. Oh came in a few seconds later. “Your dog die.” He told me. He had Rosie laying on the floor, and he tried to pump her chest for life. She never responded, but looked so peaceful, as though she was sleeping. It was hard to believe she was dead when she had been in the house maybe five minutes before. There’s a disorientation that comes with such a shocking, sudden change. Blackie laid on the sofa, showing no interest or concern for what had happened to his sister. That added to the unreality of it all. Rosie looked like she was sleeping.
Oh said a short Buddhist prayer after Rosie was laid to rest in the woods, and told me that it was to give her power to be a human in her next life. If I had another daughter, I think I would name her Rosie.
That left only Blackie, who seemed to adjust well to the absence of the other two and our move and building of a bungalow next to Oh’s mom’s house.
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After over a year of wrangling, Oh’s visa to the US arrived. I wasn’t sure if we should take Blackie on our first journey out as a family to the US. He seemed content at the house, and I knew would be well cared for. But he had been following us down to the main road, a fast moving four lane highway, and that had been something we had had to watch very closely. Normally Blackie followed me to the road, not Oh. So when he darted out of a corner long after Oh had left on motorbike towards the road, it took me by surprise. I called for him but there was no way to stop the dog by then.
“He did not just cross the road.” Oh told me later. “He walked in the middle of the road and stayed there. I try to get him to come out to the other side. Snow was barking at him from her side like get out of the road. He just stay there for a long time. And then the bus come and he go under.”
Jasmine said that perhaps Blackie missed Rosie but did not know how to tell us that. I’m sure he sensed that big change was underway, that another move was happening. I still feel that they should not have died at only 1-2 years old. But perhaps for Blackie, Rosie and Ma Air, what is more important is that they lived, that I enjoyed their love and companionship immensely during the time they were here.
We buried Blackie in front of our bungalow and marked the spot with a wooden cross. Oh said another prayer for Blackie to be human in his next life, even though he admitted to him that “being human is very hard.” I stayed in the grave for a long time with him, not wanting to believe the dog was dead. Eliza apparently did not understand either. A few hours after we had buried Blackie, our 16 month old daughter took his leash off the back of the chair and walked over to his grave with it. She seemed perplexed that he did not come out for another walk or motorbike ride.
Ma Air could still be alive somewhere. I hope so as he was such a great cat. And Snow, the 11 year old bitch that she is, has seen it all come and go, and is still kicking. But in time, they will end up on the other side too, as we all will. Life is a gift, a miracle. It goes too quickly whether you are willing to see the changes or not. Try to fill every moment with the wonder and beauty of what you have around you.
You will be missed my friends. Thanks for the memories.

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Interesting quote…wonder about the credibility on what he says regarding Jewish teachings.  I completely agree with what he says about economics!
 
 
5 War Veteran July 28, 2013 at 10:53 pm – Reply

“Well a true accounting of history might be in order. First learn the original languages yours was written in. I have. Then understand the root of all evil comes from the original deceptive teachings.
The simple fact is the Zionist Elite, those that own the corporations and the media have used their influence to control the world, often quite criminally. Lashon Hara. Then add in the Talmud and it’s teachings:

How the Zionists see all others through the filter of their religion:

· Only Jews are human. Gentiles (all of us) are animals. (Baba Mezia 114a- 114b.)
· For murder, whether of a Gentile by a Gentile, or of an Israelite by a Gential, punishment is incurred; but of a Gentile by an Israelite, there is no death penalty. (Sanhedrin 57a)
· Even the best of the Gentiles should be killed. (Bab. Talmud)
· Agriculture is the lowest of occupations. (Yebamoth 63a.)
· If a Jew is tempted to do evil he should go to a city where he is not known and do the evil there. (Moed Kattan 17a.)
· Gentiles’ flesh is as the flesh of asses and whose issue is like the issue of horses.
· Gentile girls are in states of filth from birth. (Zarah 36b.)
· If a heathen Gentile hits a Jew, the Gentile must be killed. Hitting a Jew is hitting God. (Sanhedrin 58b.)
· If an ox of an Israelite gores an ox of a Canaanite there is no liability; but if an ox of a Canaanite [Gentile] gores an ox of an Israelite…the payment is to be in full. (Baba Kamma 37b.)
· If a Jew finds an object lost by a Gentile it does not have to be returned. (Baba Mezia 24a; also in Baba Kamma 113b.)
· What a Jew obtains by theft from a Cuthean [Gentile] he may keep. (Sanhedrin 57a.)
· Gentiles are outside the protection of the law and God has exposed their money to Israel.’ (Baba Kamma 37b.)
· Adam had sexual intercourse with all the animals in the Garden of Eden. (Yebamoth 63a.)
· Jews may use lies (‘subterfuges’) to circumvent a Gentile. (Baba Kamma 113a.)
· “When a grown-up man has intercourse with a little girl it is nothing.” (Kethuboth 11b.)
· Jews must destroy books of Christians (Shabbath 116a)
· No rabbi can ever go to hell. (Hagigah 27a.)
· A Jew may have sex with a child as long as the child is less than nine years old. (Sanhedrin 54b)
· A Jew may marry a three year old girl (specifically, three years “and a day” old). (Sanhedrin 55b.)
· Those who read the New Testament (“uncanonical books”) will have no portion in the world to come. (Sanhedrin 90a)
· All Gentile children are animals. (Yebamoth 98a.)
· Gentiles prefer sex with cows. (Abodah Zarah 22a-22b.)
· Balaam [Jesus] is raised from the dead and being punished in boiling hot semen. Those who mock the words of Jewish sages and sin against Israel are boiled in hot excrement. (57a Gittin)
· A heathen Gentile who pries into the Torah [and other Jewish Scriptures] is condemned to death, for it is written, it is our inheritance, not theirs. (Sanhedrin 59a)

There is more . . .
However in the original translations of the Torah m\Moses asks YHWH “Why should I choose you over the other gods?” So there are many gods. Consider Isis + RA + El = Israel, three gods in one name. Indicates either a level of confusion or deception.

Can some of this be blamed on Christians? Most definitely, Can some be blamed or Muslims? Again most definitely. The concept of Jihad originated long ago when it was claimed that all Gentiles must die. Which became all Infidels must die and all non Christians must die.

How many have died in “holy war”? No religion is innocent. All are polluted by deception and in every case benefits the religious elite. When religion started failing long ago then royalty was decreed. “God said . . . .” However God, an in person being until 300 ad never actually said anything of the sort.

Moses chose YHWH. There are NO CHOSEN PEOPLE. All are deception.
Do not expect it to be an easy task to learn the old languages. Do not take what others say for granted. Do the research yourself. If it is important enough to you, you will find the time.

In a recent excavation at the Vatican City something was unearthed that will change history. Something so significant that even the Vatican is having difficulty reconciling their past. SO they are now slowly changing their story. It is no coincidence that the Vatican came out nearly three years ago and said “Aliens are real”. then a year later said “Aliens are real and not all are bad.”

Expect sometime in the near future to hear,”It is blasphemy to deny the existence of aliens because that limits the Creator and who are you to limit the creator of all things.”

What do you suppose they dug up? Perhaps an ancient burial ground filled with long skulled skeletons having an extra vertebra in their necks? Something that supports the many long skulled skeletons found in many places across the planet assumed to have come from cradle boarding?

What should we expect after that “revelation” of an alien influenced past? Perhaps a “new alien threat” for which we must become vigilant and pay taxes to finance even more needless weaponry which can also be turned onto our own people for population control.

The world Elite have always manipulated the facts for their benefit. Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. Obama is a perfect example.

“Belief” only has value if it is backed by fact. Otherwise it is conjecture. If you wish to assume that the Jewish people are free of sin and choose to blame it elsewhere, just look at the facts. The Zionist Elite financed both sides of the wars. There is a simple formula for wealth from war.
Create a false war through propaganda, use the media to push what you choose. Commit a few false flags to support your plan. then push an all out war between two or more groups. Destroy well loved religious edifices and beautiful cities to create more animosity. Then determine which side brings the most profit.
Use propaganda to create fear in the winning side by telling them they are losing. In their fear they sell their properties for nothing and try to escape. Round them up and slaughter them. Steal whatever they have left. Turn the tides and let the “other side” win. The other side then feels a sense of triumph and their manufacturing sector grows, wealth for everyone! The losing side no longer owns it’s lands it is broken. Reconstruction! The losers provide cheap labor. Ship the manufacturing over to the losing side because of cheap labor. Slowly undermine the economy of the winning side. By creating a welfare state paid for by the people. Soon the “winners” without realizing it become weaker and weaker in the name of “wealth redistribution”. Unemployment rises because all the jobs were shipped to the losing country. Inject false money into the winning side economy and give the people a lie called hope. Undermine the economy through “bailouts” and watch what was the “most powerful” nation on the planet slide into depravity. Use the media to promote anti social behavior. Use “entertainment” to glorify crime, sex, and the destruction of the family.

Then create then next false war and start the process all over again . . . . Simple really, patience is all that is necessary. The best part is you do not really need wealth because the banking system you own can just say the wealth exists and manipulate the numbers to create even more.

Welcome to World Economy 101 . . . Learn your own history before blaming others.

Original Hebrew was written without vowels. The vowels make all the difference. YHWH

Translate it with the concept of being the person in the situation, consider their education, their experience, it is called a histological point of view. History-Logical

How does a shepherd describe an event that for the most part lies outside of his understanding and experience?”