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jrbaja
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Alternatives
for the very few who actually live down here, and absolutely must find some "good cause" to involve themselves in, I have an alternative to the neuter
and spade brigades.
I am employing and teaching some kids about growing and making things out of bamboo. Furniture, interiors and truck racks and I have been using pig
and cow skins to fasten the connections on some of our products.
I think that if you dogooder gringas were to bring me some of those dogs you are trying to "fix", I could use the pelts for some interesting looking
cuero for my fasteners!
This alternative solution to those pesky Mexican dogs would also free up some of your time to actually help some of those pesky Mexican kids, who
really need some help with school supplies and stuff.
How about it ladies, you bring em, we skin em!
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JR...I hear ya!
Both times I went to Bali I tugged along a full suitcase full of goods for the schoolkids and used it to bring goodies back with me. All the times my
wife and I go to Mexico or Baja we do the same. Good thoughts Bambooguru.
Don\'t get mad...
Get EVEN.
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Well Jr, considering that Im a dog lover and my wife Noel is involved in dog rescue, I won't let here read your post. She would probably b-tch slap
you ( excuse the pun) into the next univerise. However, I get your point, and anything I can do to help the kids or the people Im willing to do. You
tell me what you need and I'll try to bring it. How about some cowhide.
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My wife is also envolved in the spay and neuter clinic. It seems it takes a pompous ass to bad mouth anything good being done a volunteer basis. Do
the kids need help? of course they do, but if your unable to help there, why not help where you can. Not that it matters to you JR, but you went way
down on my scale of decent folks.
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Ask JR about his two dogs--he's a dog lover tooooo. Anything to shock the folks--right JR
My smidgen of a claim to fame is that I have had so many really good friends. By Bernie Swaim December 2007
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Well
my favorite part of this thread has been deleted. But it still most certainly proves my point on the value of u.s.pubic education! What a bunch of
dummies!
I could never skin a dog, but, if you have any unwanted babies that might work.
Some of you truly amaze me! I expect idiotic responses from paranoid patriots and the people who take what I say seriously, as they should, but
the rest of you guys, Sheesh!
And Bernie, Big and Andi are now a couch and a chair
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yes indeed,
it is time for some wongdooby oh sorry,wrong thread
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| Quote: | Originally posted by jrbaja
I expect idiotic responses from paranoid patriots and the people who take what I say seriously, as they should, but the rest of you guys, Sheesh!
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JR, I just love how you like to stir the pot. Another great example of this, hah! Some folks just don't get it. 
The SAME boiling water that softens the potato hardens the egg. It's about what you are made of NOT the circumstance.
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Children should be a Priority... and thanks to People like you who have some balls
I'll do my best to try and help you JR. I don't read what others read into your posts. Some popel always think the worst and fail to see the
possibilities of the best in people... you get criticized JR, but at least you make an effort to help children. Some people may not like the
methods, but I ignore the jabs and cut to the theme of it all.
You aim to help, so I will help you when and where I can. We Canadians don't think so short sighted. We've been living next to this for the past 100
or so years and we manage to do good things around the world as a nation. It takes courage and a vision to help...
I'm slowly gathering things up for a big Baja Trip (hopefully this year) and this time I have more supporters after they saw all the photos that my
family showed to people when I was sick.
When I see children that don't have much, I realize just how lucky and fortunate I have been in this life. That's why my family thinks I have survived
many health challenges this past few years. They say I care too much sometimes and I say that it is an accountability and a responsibility to be a
consistent as spossible to help if I can, so I do what I can, and I won't change that.
If your goal is to help JR, and I believe your heart is in the right place, I'll do my best to help. even under the circumstances I put myself in, as
my family thin ks my health failed cause I was helping too much.
I beg to differ, as every child or person of poverty deserves are roof over their head and a chance to get an education... or a job to make a living,
and with all the greed in North America, Canbad is part of this too, how hard is it to do without a party or a few extra beer, that $300 pair of NIKE
runners, or even that new suit?
To spare some time or a few bucks to help children in need. Not too much to ask is it. or is it for some? Go figure? The industyr that I began to
just loath was so full of greed and waste that it made me ill, so I decided to change how I felt...
Considering what has happened to my health for traveling to help, I'd do it all over again, because I care...
and so do you JR and that's what seperates you from the pack.
You care... and it shows...
It's been on my mind again lately. I can't get these faces out fo my head for years. I should have adopted them and did more for them. Perhaps they
received further help after I went to see them? I do wonder about these things...
Good for you for taking a stand JR. You are a good man regardless of what some people may think of your ways...
[Edited on 6-4-2005 by RandyMacSC/SO]
[Edited on 6-4-2005 by RandyMacSC/SO]
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Ole' Irish saying (Gaelic): 'Go neirigh an bothar leat, go mbeidh an gaoth choiche sa droim agat, is go mbeidh tu thuas ar neamh leath-uair roimh is
eol don diabhal go bhuil tu marbh'.... OR 'May the road rise up to meet you, May the wind always be at your back, and May you be in Heaven a half hour
before the Devil knows you're dead'
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I'll make another fortune and give it all away again...
because children in need are children in need.
This time I have a beautiful lady to help me, and she is excited. When I get well I think she'll come with me to Baja and I would like her to meet you
JR.
A shouldn't get so wound up again... The photos I have been sorting though this morning make me sad, but the possibilities of what can be done one day
to help keep me thinking... If I can help from Canada, let me know, cause I can't do much for a few months ...
but I'll help U where I can JR. Anything for children in need, and I'm there... and so are my many friends...
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Ole' Irish saying (Gaelic): 'Go neirigh an bothar leat, go mbeidh an gaoth choiche sa droim agat, is go mbeidh tu thuas ar neamh leath-uair roimh is
eol don diabhal go bhuil tu marbh'.... OR 'May the road rise up to meet you, May the wind always be at your back, and May you be in Heaven a half hour
before the Devil knows you're dead'
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Maybe they don't need computers, but I can ask my friends to donate...
many things that could help. Tooth brushes, etcetera and things that are needed by children.
Do you have a list? Sports equipment is easiest as I live in a sports town and area here in Canad and my many friends have helped me in the past, so
I'll put an advertisment in the local papers and gather up stuff fror you Jr and figure out how I can get it down to you somehow.
and I guess you know why now that you haven't received the package that I was supposed to send to the addrss you gave me. I know you have been real
patient, however, I don't forget, even though I couldn't remember much the past few months, and I'll get on it, but I can't do it until I get my
family's help... and they won't help me get up and around for a while so ... I think you can guess why... they know I am stubborn and that if I get up
and around I won't take it easy...
I work on this good cause soon...
Take care...
Randy
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Ole' Irish saying (Gaelic): 'Go neirigh an bothar leat, go mbeidh an gaoth choiche sa droim agat, is go mbeidh tu thuas ar neamh leath-uair roimh is
eol don diabhal go bhuil tu marbh'.... OR 'May the road rise up to meet you, May the wind always be at your back, and May you be in Heaven a half hour
before the Devil knows you're dead'
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| Quote: | Originally posted by RandyMacSC/SO
many things that could help. Tooth brushes, etcetera and things that are needed by children.
Do you have a list? Sports equipment is easiest as I live in a sports town and area here in Canad and my many friends have helped me in the past, so
I'll put an advertisment in the local papers and gather up stuff fror you Jr and figure out how I can get it down to you somehow.
and I guess you know why now that you haven't received the package that I was supposed to send to the addrss you gave me. I know you have been real
patient, however, I don't forget, even though I couldn't remember much the past few months, and I'll get on it, but I can't do it until I get my
family's help... and they won't help me get up and around for a while so ... I think you can guess why... they know I am stubborn and that if I get up
and around I won't take it easy...
I work on this good cause soon...
Take care...
Randy
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RandyMacSC/SO
Perhaps a new subject forum is due here. A post for those of us that have items to donate, and those of us that are looking for items in need for the
Bajians......A network, you may say. When/where/how/is needed.
[Edited on 6-4-2005 by yankeeirishman]
What control freaks there are here. Don\'t believe that post you just read!
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JR
I think you meant to say they are now in your chair and on your couch. If what you said is true what does Carol plan on making out of you?????
My smidgen of a claim to fame is that I have had so many really good friends. By Bernie Swaim December 2007
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To the good Irishman
I was working on a network of such porportions when i got real sick.
It's called the Spiral Change Network and when I feel better I will do more testing of the web site and then let you know, cause it is important to me
to work on this porject. I have been working on it for a few years and I have gathered up copnsiderable support and then just when I was about to
unveil it to a few people, my noodle crashed from the health crap.
I'll make it a priority to focus on this, as this is what I promised my family and girlfriend. To not try to do so many things for so many people, and
this network site can help mke focus.
If I don't get sick again look for the site information to be posted here and then I won't clog up this site. I now have 10 young people donating
their time to help me, and probably more now that they have told people what I was working on when I was down and out of it for a few weeks.
These are good young people who want to make a difference and they are computer savvy and they will help me alot, as I won't have to do it all by
myself...
The site will allow for people to post and manage, and I do want it to be compatible with this site, as I do enjoy this site alot. I just have to
remember to not clog this site up with my posts that might not be on a specific Baja related topic. The Spiral Change Network and Sprial Choice
Networks will allow for a voice of many and not just a few. Or at least that was my original goal.
Take care YankeeIrishman, and from one Irishman to another cheers to you.
When I was so sick, I dreamt of this story:
How the Story of the Tain Was Lost & then Found Again
Sometime in the 7th century AD ? about 150 years after the coming of Christianity ? the Druids in Ireland were going through a deep crisis.
The Church had a secret policy to destroy the power and influence of the Druids, and this policy had been so successful that entire orders of druids
had taken themselves off to Brittany for reasons of safety.
The most powerful of these orders had been Na Fili Seanchais ? the keepers of the oral tradition, which included the Tain.
Within this order there was a secret group called Na Goban Saoir, who preserved the Druids? ancient knowledge of magic.
The head of this secret group ? Senchan Torpeist by name ? chose to remain in Ireland because he was old and ill.
One day, wishing once again to hear the story of the Tain, he gathered his last few remaining pupils around him and asked each in turn to recite it.
Not one of them knew the complete story.
So he decided to send some of his pupils immediately to Brittany to bring back the story of the Tain.
He had already decided that he would then get a well-disposed Christian monk to write the story down so that it would be kept forever in Ireland.
The next day, three young druids set out for Brittany.
The druids travelled down south-east from Magh Eo (Mayo), intending to cross the Shannon (Sionann) at Ath Luain.
On the second day of their journey, they stopped for the night at Enloch, near Ros Camain.
At Enloch there was a great hanging stone (Cromlech) which marked the burial place of Fergus Mac Roich, one of the great heroes of the Tain, who was
also a famous druid.
Senchan Torpeist had secretly instructed one of the three druids ? who was a member of the Goban Saoir ? to stop at this sacred burial ground and to
invoke the spirit of Fergus Mac Roich, who would then relate to him the full story of the Tain.
Sending off the other two young druids to find a suitable place to spend the night, the young Goban Saor immediately went to the burial ground.
First, he swept the ground in front of the Cromlech with a freshly-cut birch branch.
Then, he went to a certain tall stone at the edge of the burial ground, and he stood on top of it, gazing across the flat plain far below, watching
the red sun sinking down the western sky.
At a certain moment, he raised his arms and extended them straight out sideways from his body.
Then he began to breathe in and out deeply in a certain way, invoking the powers of the air, which soon began to enter through the very top of his
skull, down his neck, and along his arms.
It seemed to him as always that he was turning to stone but he knew that he must not move an iota until the sun slipped below the horizon.
As it did, he knew that his body held all the power he needed.
He climbed down and immediately lit a fire of oak and holly in front of the cromlech.
Then he sat on a certain flat rock, completely still, in the ancient posture of the Goban Saoir. Now he was facing due north, so that the fire was
between him and the cromle?x?? />
As the sky darkened, yellow and red flames spurted from the logs.
The druid rose, and taking a certain powder from a little leather pouch, he sprinkled some on the flames.
Immediately, a strong, pungent fragrance rose up and the flames turned blue and yellow and orange, flickering white images on the surrounding rocks.
Then the druid began to intone an incantation in the ancient language of the Imbas Forasnai (Light of Foresight)and to make magical passes with his
hands ? which were known only to the Gobain Saoir ? until the sky was black as ink.
Seated again on the flat rock ? which was a place of power ? he began to put himself into a deep trance.
But before he did, he fixed his intention ? which was first to invoke the spirit of Fergus Mac Roich, and second to get him to recite the Tain.
As the druid was sinking down, down into deeper levels of his being, a strange thing happened which had never happened before :
He was getting to the point in his trance-state when what the Gobain Saoir called ?the Watcher at the Gate Between the Worlds? was about to emerge
from the buried depths of his being.
This ?watcher? was a being who stayed wide awake and was aware of everything that happened in ?the World of the Inside Hearing? and ?the World of the
Outside Senses?.
But suddenly, a kind of dream was put into his head ? even though the ?watcher? in him was wide awake.
And instantly, in this dream, he was being whisked at tremendous speed across the surface of a grey-green sea.
And suddenly, he was travelling ? again at tremendous speed ? down, deep, deep down into the depths of the sea.
And he realised that he could breathe normally as he could on the surface of the Earth.
In his hand he felt a weight and when he looked down, he saw that it was a lamp, which lit up everything around it.
When he looked again, he saw that he was sinking, now more slowly, down into a city half-buried in the floor of the sea-bed below.
Then he realised that there was no sound in this place. Only a deep, deep silence where giant creepers or sea-weed moved gently like great curtains,
obscuring the city below.
As he approached the city he felt drawn to one particular building and the instant he felt this pull in him he was somehow magically whisked inside.
When the light from the lamp illuminated the house, he realised that it wasn?t ruined at all.
As soon as he wished it, he was visiting all the rooms at the speed of light. And the rooms were somehow perfect, and full of treasure.
Immediately he realised that once he had lived here, but he couldn?t remember anything clearly.
Outside he saw a school of dolphins playing. One of them swam up to him and he immediately recognised him, yet he didn?t know who he was.
Then he heard a great commotion, and above him in the sky he saw a flock of eagles, chasing each other and filling the dome of the heavens with noise
and movement.
One eagle detached itself and flew down in great circles before finally settling on the gable end of the house.
As soon as the eagle gripped the stonework in his great talons, the young druid felt it ? as if the eagle had sunk his talons into his shoulders near
the base of his neck ? and yet he felt no pain.
Then the bird looked down, and as soon as the druid looked into his blank, staring eyes, he recognised him, yet he didn?t know who he was.
Then he knew that the eagle was his mind, and the dolphin his feelings, and the house itself was his body.
The eagle took a long time to stop fidgeting and moving, but finally he settled down.
Then the dolphin too swam into his own place and settled down.
And these four ? the druid, the dolphin, the eagle and the house ? although they had no common language ? felt such a love and peace and communication
between them that no language was necessary.
So peaceful and quiet was it in that place that the young druid felt that he never wanted to move from there, but gradually ? because the ?Watcher? in
him would not let him sleep like the others ? a strange feeling began to overtake him.
Now he knew who the dolphin was ? but the dolphin only wanted to be happy and never thought of tomorrow.
Now he knew who the eagle was ? the eagle was only interested in his restless games in the sky.
He knew now also who the house was ? and the house only wanted to be looked after.
That was when he realised that he himself had to look after all the others.
But who was he, the druid?
He tried to turn and look at himself, as he had at the others.
He tried and he tried, but he didn?t even know how to begin to turn. And even in the midst of his happiness to be with the others, he felt a
loneliness and an emptiness ? a feeling almost of despair ? that he couldn?t see himself.
At this dark moment, he seemed to see the image of his teacher ? Senchan Torpeist ? coming towards him silently through the green darkness under the
sea, and he seemed to hear his voice saying : ?Remember the double-faced Goban..remember..?
And suddenly the young druid saw again the ancient stone head above the hallowed burial ground on a rocky hill. A head with two faces, back to back.
And Torpeist had made him sit there in front of it on a flat stone of power ? for hours and hours ? until suddenly he felt the eyes looking at him.
He experienced terror as never before in his life but he was bound by his teacher not to move.
Gradually he felt that the eyes were not looking at him but through him.
Hours later, when he felt that he must expire, it seemed to him that the eyes were now looking beyond him, perhaps into eternity, or another world.
Just before dawn, he realised that such was the power locked up in that stone image, that for the stone he himself, the druid, did not exist.
He experienced utter despair and then passed out.
And now ? remembering this image at the bottom of the sea ? he felt hope that he could somehow succeed in looking at himself without losing sight of
the dolphin, or the eagle, or the house.
And he began somehow to do it, but he only managed it in glimpses.
As he was making this attempt, he thought he heard a voice ? maybe a human voice ? calling him from very far away.
He listened, and it seemed to him that the call was coming from above, perhaps from above the surface of the sea.
And the voice was calling his name. And he remembered that he had a name ?Domhnaill.
Is that who he was? A person called Domhnaill? Who was a druid?
Maybe that?s who he was ? just one of the pupils of Senchan Torpeist?
The voice was calling him again, using just that name his mother had called him:
..?Domhni ?Domhni !!?
And suddenly he was being whisked at tremendous speed up through the grey-green sea, across the surface, and in a moment he was back in front of the
Cromlech ? the burial place of Fergus Mac Roich.
It was night.Pitch-black darkness, cold and damp.
The fire he had lit was cold and dead as if he had lit it days before.
And yet he felt that all he had experienced at the bottom of the sea had only taken minutes!
As these thoughts were going through his head, he saw a little puff of mist or smoke coming out of the centre of the great hanging rock in front of
him.
The mist grew and grew until it shrouded everything ? himself, the cromlech, and the countryside around in a deep, white, cold mist that froze on his
skin.
And it entered into his body and seemed to freeze the very soul within him.
And when he thought he must surely expire, he saw another small puff of mist coming out of the centre of the rock.
The puff of mist grew and grew and solidified in front of him like a rock hanging in the air just above the ground.
Then he saw a pair of feet materialising at the base of this shape.
The feet were shod in sandals of bronze, and gradually the entire figure of a man materialised.
A fine, noble figure of a man, richly dressed like a king.
He had sallow skin, reddish-brown hair and strange green irises around dark eyes.
His whole body vibrated or quivered with light like a living flame. His lips were moving but no words came out. But the young druid heard everything
because the words echoed silently as if in his chest or around his heart.
As soon as he began to speak, the young druid knew that this was Fergus Mac Roich and that the story he was relating was that of the Tain.
As the story ended, the figure disappeared back into the rock, the mist began to clear and the young druid thought he heard someone calling his name :
?..Domhni ?.Domhni..!!?
It was the other two druids. And when they found him, he was lying on the ground, like a foetus in the womb, and he didn?t know where he was, nor
hardly who he was.
?..We searched for you three nights and three days in this mist without finding you..? they said ??We thought you were dead..?
?..Yes, I was dead ? said the young druid ?..but now I?m alive again..?
They returned straight away to their teacher, Senchan Torpeist, who immediately called a Christian monk to come.
The young druid related the story of the Tain and the monk wrote it down.
That?s how the story of the Tain ? which was lost ? was found again.
Copyright ? John Killeen, 2003
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Ole' Irish saying (Gaelic): 'Go neirigh an bothar leat, go mbeidh an gaoth choiche sa droim agat, is go mbeidh tu thuas ar neamh leath-uair roimh is
eol don diabhal go bhuil tu marbh'.... OR 'May the road rise up to meet you, May the wind always be at your back, and May you be in Heaven a half hour
before the Devil knows you're dead'
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no obvious brain damage noticed...RandyMac
You sound lucid and focused, maybe a little "Rusty"
Seriously, though your web plan sounds very intriguing and I would be interested possibly in getting the stuff delivered, especially in the more
remote places that don't get many fruitful visits. Gotta go now to work. More late, Sharks
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Randy
This was a post about dogs and nonsense. Thanks for your kind words but I can't afford to read what you said. It did work to bring out the dummies
(as usual) but who gives a chit?
I have been bringing donations to the remote communities in Baja for blah blah blah and continue to do so. I only take them to where the tourists
don't go (yet) because these people need help.
But again, this thread wasn't about that. So please, either condense or move your replies to a new thread regarding kids because I wasn't done
messing with the m-asses!
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Jr, I can't beleive you took me seriously.
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Thanks,
I had to go back to the beginning to try and remember what the post was really about.
Now back to what Carol is going to make out of you.
Okay! It is your turn to mess again.
My smidgen of a claim to fame is that I have had so many really good friends. By Bernie Swaim December 2007
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A silk purse from a sow's ear perhaps. It could happen!!!! I have no idea what I'm talking about. Adios.......
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JR, You Dog
Just to be clear, I Didn't delete that post. It must have been the man in charge. Obviously, he has such warm and cuddly affection for all of his
fellows (even you), that his finer sensibilities were offended. All I did was establish my priorities in the life scheme.
Let us all hold hands and fill our hearts with love and good cheer for our fellow human beings no matter how worthless they may be.
I still like Dogs better.
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