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A BLAST OF A COFFEE at D and D. ” 217 ” views on Linkedin.com

18 Oct

I was having a cup of coffee at D and D in Lewiston, Maine early one morning at about 5:06 am.

When, an individual sat down at the table next to mine and started to read the local newspaper.  I then paid no attention to his action until I thought I heard a “Hot Air Balloonist” going over head.

That, is when I realized that the noise I was hearing was not a Hot Air Balloon going over.   But, that it was his attempting to cool his coffee off by blowing on the top of his cup of coffee.

His huffing and puffing made a noise as if the operator of a Hot Air Balloon was operating the machine that produces the heat to lift the Hot Air Balloon.

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“151” view in 20 hours: Bali Volcano; ” TELL TAIL SIGNS ” OF THE END OF THE EARTH.”

31 May

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Let it be known; that, I Charles Arthur Soule contend that Man’s aiding in global warming of the planet earth will and is leading to and aiding in its destruction sooner than later!

a. The earth is in a super nova state of being; as it was once a star.

b. With the heating of the atmosphere; by fossil fuels, deforesting, human body temperature and being radiated by past nuclear atomic energy the Atomic and Hydrogen booms; the earth’s crust is being heated with the crust, mantel, the inner magma chamber and the core which is under pressure.  Thus, creating earth trimmers and volcanic activity as the magma chamber expands.

c. The raising of the inner Magma Chamber of the Earth and Core of the Earth temperatures; which, is like a pressure cooker.  Will, raise the temperature of the inner Magma Chamber and Core to a point of far greater temperatures and pressure; of that, which is being / was introduced to the Inner Magma Chamber and Core Chamber which will split the earth due to pressure and volcanic action and will occur across the globe.

But, only if the Volcano (s) on the surface and can be seen.  At, the bottom of the oceans is another question as we can not see and action (s); of Methane gas releases do not kill us first.

FACT CHECK:

TAKE AN EGG; now, place egg in microwave, heat and watch the egg explode from the inside; out. Egg, represents the heating of the yoke (Inner Magma Chamber) and the reaction of tremors (slow motion, as we can not see in the egg) and than the splitting of shell representing the (Crust or Mantle) of the Earth.

BLAST FROM THE PAST: They say that crying is good for the Soul(e). “WHEN DID YOU; LAST, HAVE A GOOD CRY ?”

30 May

“I awoke in a deep crying; this morning.

My face scrounged; as, if being pressed together from bottom to top and where your whipping of your tear covered eyes; coated, your hands as you whipped your face.  Your naval passages become partially blocked with your throat becoming constricted and the muscles under your chin become so strained what you can feel your stomach tensing.

It was after a dream in color; where I was driving; my old 1964 Ford F-650 Truck of 24 foot in length; and, I had just drove through, two (2) buildings with debris floating by the closed windows of the cab (Driving compartment) and down a farm pasture; swerving, to miss objects with loss truck breaks and coming to rest; due, to a hill incline.

I then awoke with my pillow damp.

The tears kept coming; for at lease a half hour or more and an old song playing by John Lennon; with lyric of, “Brotherhood of man.”  brought me once again to tears after just getting under control.  All this at three-thirty – 3:30 am.

The whole episode could have been brought on by events in my life, events around me as well as the long winter, now rain, my life struggle’s to be Mayor of Lewiston, Maine or my 12-17-12 court case and Acquittal at Androscoggin Maine Superior Court or watching the Boston booming trial?

I am in hopes that America will not issue the death penalty; but, will show the world our “Marcy” by issuing a “life sentence” due to the influence on the younger Mr. Tsaranaev mentally by his older brother.

It maybe that I am growing older with all its problems; arthritis, heart palpitations, memory recall not as sharp or that watching the American society disintegrate; which; brings on my irritability and lashing out at people and friends.

And, still my eyes water, throat tightens and breathing is labored as I wrote this and now type it.

I must admit, I do not know; if, at going on sixty-five years of age; if, I have lost the stamina to do the job and become the peculiar old eccentric man written about in books and newspapers or seen on the streets of any town.

“HOPE, SUMMER “normal heat”; ARRIVES, SOON.”

 

RELEASED: BY, BABY; MY LOVE.

23 Jan

My-Love, frail, ill and tired; desiring, wanting to live on seeing through a dolls eyes only 6 inches in length with broken stature and with glorious long golden hair.

And, My-Love; having me remove the dolls broken eyes that had not closed for years and to gently place her eyes in the broken doll sockets so that she could experience life vicariously through; this, my Baby a doll only six inches long and our creation.

Day, after day; I would remove the eyes from My-Love and place them in Babies Doll’s sockets so My-Love could enjoy life vicariously through Baby Doll.  That, life that she had once embraced whole heartily before time and age ganged up on we lovers; My-Love and me.

At the end My-Love slipping into death would spend more and more time in Baby-Doll’s shell; then, in her own body as I doted on maintaining her now frail dying shell.

But, all thing age and become discarded and soon I faced the My-Love; shell, collapsing  and watch her arms reach to embrace the heavens; and, then fall gently to My-Loves sides lifeless.

I, prior to death; had removed My-Loves eyes and placed them into Baby Dolls; who, lingered on for quite sometime and watched as Baby Doll’s golden soft hair turned into gray straw as time catches and caught up to us.

At, the end even Baby Doll; could, not journey afar and I would dote on Baby Doll like I had; for My-Love, by placing Baby Doll propped up seated along a wall, chair or placing Baby Doll in my pocket while scurrying about or working about the house, garden or removing the snow wanting to make Baby Doll’s and My-Love last moment’s filled with earthly pleasure.

And, then the day arrived; death, of Baby Doll as well as My-Love’s with a piece of me.

” THE NEW WISHING TREE. ” of 2017.

23 Dec

Originally published in December of 2015 when the first whish tree appeared..

We, were all separated by words; but, not by dreams and wishes for a better future.

I have been hanging out on occasion at the Trinity Episcopal Church in Lewiston, Maine for more year than I care to mention (1993).  For, that fact I have become one of the oldest members of the Church.

Well, I regress and will get back on point now.

Their are two organizations operating out of the Trinity Episcopal Church.  One, is the on your knees prayer church and the other is the Trinity Jubilee Center soup bowl lunch program.

The two programs were created do; to, Federal limitations placed on the church as to financing.

Since, the community needing services are a mix of social, ethic, financial and religious backgrounds we were troubled as to whether we should put up a Christmas Tree.

Pondering the question; and, wanting people to take part in the spirit of the Season.  I, fronted the idea that we should call the tree a “Wishing Tree” so that people could take part in the spirit of the meaning of the season; without, offending any ones religion or customs.

So, I asked the assorted community by association to bring in a decoration or item that they could hang from the “Wishing Tree” and that they could make a wish for a better “New Year” on hanging the item.

The start was slow;  we, did not think that the idea would catch on.  But, after a week or so the tree is overflowing with the unified wishes of a social, ethic, financial and religious community.

FOOTNOTE: It was pleasant to see individuals from the Republic of the Congo, Somali, American’s , Chad, Angola, Djibouti and other African Nations having their picture taken in front of the “Wishing Tree”.

Thanks for asking.  The decorations were colored bows, bells,  garland, little dolls, homemade candy canes made of aluminum wrapping,  real candy canes and all one colored white lighting.

SPECIAL NOTE OF THANKS TO:  Director Erin, Associate Director Scott and a Special  “Chef” Head Cook and friend “Eddie”.  (Who, just had a baby girl.)

SAFE PLACE TO SLEEP; MEAL A DAY AND YOU HEALTH; is happiness @ I’ll be home for Christmas – 1974 Vietnam.

22 Dec

I will be to the point;

I was Twenty (2o) years of age;

Out of Naval “Boot Camp”.

Recently, married on the Naval Training Command in the North Chapel; San Diego, California in March of 1974.

I was then posted / stationed to isolated duty; no wives; after one (1) month of being married.  And to an Island in the British Indian Ocean Territories, “Diego Garcia” with it palm trees, ninety (90) and above degree weather; to live in a Southeastern Asian Hut, outdoor showers and drink water made from an ocean desalting condenser barge process.

This Island is 500 miles south of India; and 500 miles east of Madagascar, Africa.

Well, after nine (9) months on the Island of Diego Garcia of the British Indian Ocean Territory as an Island Commander Administrative Specialist and Honor Guard; I was granted leave to fly home; to the United States and of course to my dutiful wife; in Lewiston, Maine.

While flying from the Island of Diego Garcia of the British Indian Ocean Territories to Bangkok, Thailand to catch the first leg of my trip; and than to the United States of America we refueled, at Bombay, India; Tel Aviv, Israel, ( where the plane was suddenly surrounded with Israeli troops for our protection; to think I was being protected by the Israelis ), Frankfort , Germany, Heathrow Airport, England to the United States of America.

While, refueling in Bombay, India; I, had an opportunity to disembark the aircraft; “PAN AMERICAN ONE (1)”

While, I was in a crispy new 1970’s United States Naval Enlisted Uniform ( And, not the Cracker Jack uniform; as the Chief of Naval Operations Admiral Zumwalt had changed the Enlisted Uniform to resemble the Officer’s of the Naval Service. ) and cocky; after all I was only 21 years of age.

To think, at age twenty-one (21), I had an opportunity to observe the living condition of the people’s of India.  Remember, this was in 1974 and all I can say is that India was depressing.

At this point I realized that compared to India the United States of America was a sparkling – gleaming – crystal cathedral; palace, castle of a land.

Incidentally, while in flight on the Pan American 747; prior, to landing the pilot’s let me into the Cockpit for a look from their perspective; as it was a different time than today.  The plane also came with; top, of plane air viewing bar.

On waiting for re boarding the aircraft a new 747 Pan American one (1) aircraft.

I, asked an on duty Military India Security Officer, “How can you people live like this”; referring, to the living conditions of his country and his tattered resewed darned uniform? “

His answer change my worldly view; his, answer to my question was is follows:

“ALL YOU NEED TO BE HAPPY; IS, A SAFE PLACE TO SLEEP, A  MEAL A DAY AND YOUR HEALTH; for, everything else is;  “EXTRA” . (How true in to days world.)

I, surprised my family in Naval Dress Uniform; and, will never forget the India Security Officer word’s and the look on my families face when they saw me come through the door.

On conclusion of my leave (Time off); the, return trip to the Island of Diego Garcia was rough for me.

But, duty and honor was the call of my youth; as, my father fought in World War II and Korea at that time once duty and not like today.

Think, about it; I have for over forty (44) years; and, have a great Holiday.