Life on Almosta Ranch

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David McClain

David McClain
Location
Doniphan, Missouri, USA
Birthday
February 08
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I am a simple man who has lived a simple life for sixty years. I have not dined with movie stars nor Kings and Queens. I have not walked the halls of power, nor have I been a mover and a shaker. I have, however, been a soldier, a tinker, a jack of all trades. I have raised five children....I have been loved and I have loved. I do not see grand designs nor do I chase afer them. Instead, I listen to the heartbeat of the land and I rejoice in a bird's song in the morning. Do not come here seeking answers for I have none. I do have questions which I will ask you constantly though. I do not believe in aruging so Politics will not be discussed in my blog. I do not care what your personal beliefs are for you are free to believe as you will...please allow me to do likewise. I have never been rich, but I have always been poor. Being poor however has never stopped me from feeling rich. I feel rich because I have the love of a good woman. Melinda completes me. She gives me the peace of mind and soul required to write about life without regrets and without envy of those who might have more. She is my world. Almosta Ranch is our heaven and we are happiy. This is what I want to share with you in this blog.

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JANUARY 4, 2013 12:25PM

Through a Glass, Darkly

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It happened a few weeks back, before my ailing leg caused me to be housebound. I was out in the barn feeding the animals. I had just finished spreading hay beneath the run-in shed so the horses could graze out of the cold wind and I paused for a short rest.

Leaning on the center support beam of the shed, I let my eyes wander across the landscape of the ranch, settling at last on the far pond, a place of singular beauty on the ranch where deer come out of the forest to drink.

The surface of the pond rippled gently, teased by the North wind and the Willow trees on the bank swayed slowly…so peacefully. It was at that exact moment that the vision came to me. Like looking through a glass darkly, an indistinct shape taking form until it came fully into view.

I am hesitant to admit here that this is not the first time a vision has come to me. Indeed, ever since I was a small child, I have gotten these glimpses of what was to be or what could be. To be honest, many times the visions were wrong, but sometimes….a few times…they have been right on the money. Regardless, I have learned, over the years, to take heed and remember them for future reference and a couple of times they have saved me a bit of trouble by the knowing.

So on that Winter’s day, as I rested under the run-in shed and stared at my lovely pond, I saw it all unfold like a picture, a mural painted by a Master. I saw this Nation, this country I love so much, ripped apart in violence and this peaceful place I call home swept away in fire and blood.

Civil War.

I saw it all there, what we were rushing toward. A Nation, a People so severely divided that we see no middle ground. There is no longer many voices, there are only two…Left and Right. Both sides convinced that theirs is the right path, both sides unwilling to give in to what they see as evil. People rush to join one camp or the other while the real evil, the politicians and power brokers of Washington callously play upon the basest fears and prejudices of both sides to solidify their hold on the country.

This is the real cliff we are rushing toward. You can not keep three hundred million people scared and angry for long before that fear and anger spills over into the streets.

Violence, once let loose and spilled into the streets, will grow like a snowball rolling downhill and we will find it impossible to stop. Everything good and decent about this country and its people could be blasted away in a self-righteous orgy of destruction.

But like I said….it was only is only a momentary vision visited upon an old man out feeding his horses…what do I know.

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I see those too sometimes, and have those same worries and they frighten me that we as human beings would all jump off the cliff out of fear...
I hope you're wrong but can't say I would be surprised if you're not.
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Maybe you saw a vision of what could be if we don't change, like Scrooge did when the ghost showed him the future. I hope that's what it was and also that you'll see an alternative - and that it's not a vision but reality.
I am told that the human mind collects "bits" of information at the rate of millions of bits per second. Over a period of time that gets to be a lot of information. Every decision that we make likely depends upon our brain's ability to assimilate all that info and to use it to extrapolate the probability of future events.

This is evident physically when we wind up and throw a ball to someone. All the bits of info that our brain has are use to project the desired path of the ball to the receiver's hands. The arc of our hand through the air and the instant, often a tiny fraction of a second, at which to release the ball are calculated and our body obeys the message it gets from our brain.

It seems to me that it is not unlikely that our brain can also use its information to extrapolate a possible future. We do this consciously for short term things; if we pay the rent we get to keep living in our leased home. If we buy food we get to eat at meal time, etc.

Some people, it seems, have the ability to make such extrapolations from their info base in unexpected ways. I know of people who "hear voices" that give them advice or even orders on things they should do or avoid doing. Others, such as you, may "see" images, created by the mind in order to communicate a sub-conscious extrapolation of a likely occurrence from the mind's data base.

That such communications are so often correct is a measure of how well the mind can extrapolate a possible course of events just as it extrapolates the course of a ball through the air. That such "predictive" extrapolations are not always correct might just be because the brain, while having much information, still does not have all possible info. The missing bits may make for erroneous extrapolations.

Isn't the mind fascinating?

;-)
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David, I'm very grateful you shared your vision with us and I think others of us have a similar visions, albeit manifested in different forms, that are born of anxiety and an extreme apprehension about the direction the greedy ones of our leaders are trying to take this country. There is something uncool about compromise and negotiation in our present times. I am hoping the paradigm will shift again and it will be hip to be a person who mediates all points of view. It has to start at the top, then we all take this as an example.