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The Sun in a right often means an overwhelming power to carry out a project, or which presents a panorama marked by a great vitality. But the head, according to Barry Rosenstein refers to arrogance, vanity, desire to show. It may be a colleague who wants to be included or shown about us, or someone who, by dint of desire to include search tarnish our performance. Star's head does not necessarily mean that he has bad luck consultation. May also have meant a drop, that someone has released the hand, we are no allies in sight. Inverted Force, including Tarot cards may want to show the power mean tame beasts is well spent, you may want to offend someone, or just be rude to us, treated us rudely. Again, it is advisable to look at the totality of revelation, and wait for the tarotista provide you with a total significance, considering the totality of Tarot Cards, assisted by that sixth sense that all mental worthy of the name must have. Continue reading
Posted Mar 17, 2011 at Just World
The MyWay Searchbar, which is also known as the MyWeb Searchbar, MyAllSearch, MyWay Speedbar, MyWay Search Assistant, and MyWebSearch, is a computer search engine that allows one to search will another search engine directly from ones browser. The best way to use mywebsearch is to access the mywebsearch directly from your browser. Continue reading
Posted Jan 27, 2011 at Just World
Its been quite some time since I have written and so much has happened since the last time I have written, like the economic crash, lousy business ventures, and so on and so forth. This hasn't affected my overall outlook as being positive in the long run. Maybe I am naive, but I believe the best is yet to come despite increased hardships. I look forward to blogging at more regular intervals. Stay tuned! Continue reading
Posted Sep 27, 2010 at Just World
I have been in Boston for a week tomorrow. I have been visiting friends. I have been checking in at the UUA. I came up to Boston just after the funeral last Saturday. When I came I was disoriented. Grieving. Tired. Very tired. I was coming down with a cold. The cold lingers. I am less disoriented. I have embraced the grieving, it doesn't possess me like last week. I experience myself owning the grief, and being deliberate about the process. I know I will still find myself overwhelmed and taken by aching sorrow. But right now it is more a sweet sorrow, a contemplative sigh. Talking to people who knew Marjorie is good for the soul, good for the grieving. Thanks to all who gave of their time. One good friend observed that those I meet with, knew Marjorie as well, and that the sharing of stories with me was part of their grieving as well. She asked if that was difficult for me. I answered no. I find being alone more difficult, talking with others about Marjorie is healing. I lived in Boston and its vicinity for most of my adult life. Being here, trying to navigate by rapid transit and bus, walking from the bus to this church, and that headquarters building has been a revelation. My body has become accustomed to a warmer, dryer winter than Boston presents. This is a warm day for Boston, but it is too cold and damp for me. My soul loves Boston, but my body wants to be in LA. I think I will schedule my Boston visits for the warmer times in the future. Continue reading
Posted Sep 27, 2010 at Just World
A 1997 sermon by Martha Niebanck recalls Marjorie Bowens-Wheatley: Breaking social rules, sometimes just even talking about our culture and the meanings of what we say and do takes courage. I had an experience this summer at Star Island that brought this message home. I still haven’t learned all there is to learn from the experience. Two weeks before I went to Star Island for a week with religious educators I was driving home from the Doolittle Home one Friday and went into Building 19. That’s my Friday afternoon ritual. I saw a CD of Sweet Honey in the Rock, called Sacred Grounds and played it when I arrived home. The first song, “I Remember, I Believe” left me in tears the first time I heard it. I couldn’t explain it but I was drawn to that song. I played it again and again for the next two weeks, imagining getting a singing group together to sing it for the talent show. In my past years at Star Island, I had always waited to be invited to sing with other people, so to initiate a singing group was new for me. I wasn’t sure of the rules, the conventions involved in inviting singers, of ignoring the choir director, of getting men and women to sing together instead of the usual women’s singing group. I didn’t think about it consciously, but the sense that I was in new social territory gave me a vague uneasiness. The theme speaker that week was the Reverend Marjorie Bowens-Wheatly, an African-American woman who is the affiliate minister at the Community Church in New York. She spoke each morning about the challenges of making our communities diverse. She spoke about the need for African Americans to define and control their own culture rather than to simply... Continue reading
Posted Sep 27, 2010 at Just World
Boston's Arlington Street was not my first church experience. I didn't begin to attend Arlington Street until I was nineteen. I had been part of at least four Unitarian churches before that, not counting the one I was christened in. But in those churches I was always Clyde and May's son Clyde Elliot. Arlington Street was a place where no one knew my parents, and I was one of the young people. Jack Mendelson was minister then. I was not a loyalist. I went to King's Chapel, First Church and Charles Street Meeting House. When I went to San Francisco to finish to college, I went to the Bay area UU churches. When I came back to Massachusetts in 1965 to go Crane Theological School I did my student ministry at Second Church of Boston up in the Fenway. But I always came back to Arlington Street when I had to think about my life. I first made the decision to go into the ministry there sitting in a pew. It was sitting in that same pew that i decided to leave theological school in 1966 and throw myself into trying to stop the Vietnam war. When I became disillusioned with the leadership of the Unitarian Universalist Association during the Black Empowerment Struggle in 1969 and 1970, I found folks at Arlington Street who agreed with me, and was able to "keep the faith" despite my anger with those who we had designated to lead us. For years I travelled as an organizer, kept myself busy as a justice advocate, and experienced that Arlington Street was there when I had a free Sunday, when I needed to touch base with that childhood faith that kept calling me home. Finally it was at Arlington Street all most twenty years ago now... Continue reading
Posted Sep 27, 2010 at Just World
I am looking out over the Manhattan skyline from a Brooklyn Heights parsonage. I can see where the Staten Island Ferry docks, and where the Brooklyn Bridge enters Manhattan and I can see the Empire State Building further up Manhattan. Beneath the Empire State Building is the location of community church. I am in New York until the Memorial Service for Marjorie on Saturday. My New York City visits go back to the early 1960s. I was here when Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated and I was part of the huge demonstration the next day, I was here for anti Vietnam war rallies, and large meetings in solidarity with the overthrown democratically elected government of Chile. Most of my New York adventures were on the upper West Side in those days. Later I lived a few months in Chelsea, and visited friends here frequently driving from Boston and parking in the space of a friend who lived in a co-op who had a parking space but no car. When I meet Marjorie I got to know the East Side a little better, I would come down from Quebec and we would see the city. I remember the trip to Union Theological School for a lecture, it was cold and it involved a lot of transfers. The lecture I have forgotten, but that trip was an adventure. Marjorie travelled all over the city. I know Boston so much better, but this city has been very much a part of my life. I will consider the next few days as if it were a pilgrimage, reconnecting with so many events over so many years. Continue reading
Posted Sep 27, 2010 at Just World
Yesterday I traveled by way of the Number 3 train to 72nd and Amsterdam by subway, then walked from the subway stop over to Fourth Universalist Church (76th St and Central Park West) to pick up some items that I had lent Rosemary Bray McNatt,. I walked back to the subway and took the train to 42nd Street and then transferred over to S train and took it to Grand Central. I then walked to the Community Church at 35th and Park. I met with Janice Marie Johnson about some details for the Memorial Service for my late wife, Marjorie Bowens-Wheatley. Then I walked over to Sixth Street and got on the N to bring me back to Court Street in Brooklyn. The subways are wonderful ways of getting around the city, but the haven't been updated for ease of use, upstairs and downstairs and long corridors for transfers. I think I might have walked four miles during the course of the afternoon plus at least 12 flights of stairs. I am not in terrible shape, but not ready to hike up a mountain either — but New Yorkers do this kind of thing everyday. One can be car free in New York, get a good workout, and spend the money one would on a car on taxis when time is pressing. And save enough to retire to the Sun Belt, I can' t imagine doing those stairs for many more years. Of course I might have walked a few less steps if I had my sense of direction up and running. Marjorie always told me I could find my way anywhere, but I have found myself turned around more than once in this city. I got to corner of the 35th and Park Ave. yesterday and lo there was... Continue reading
Posted Sep 27, 2010 at Just World
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