Plastic to Oil Fantastic OW2.0

I don’t have an inch to spare in this blog but this video I found at http://alarnarosegray.com/2013/10/18/plastics-postscript/ was too important to let it go by unnoticed. Take a look you’ll see what I mean!

Uploaded on Apr 13, 2009
Read the article: http://ourworld.unu.edu/en/plastic-to…
The Japanese company Blest has developed one of the smallest and safest plastic-to-oil conversion machines out on the market today. It’s founder and CEO, Akinori Ito is passionate about using this machine to change the way people around the world think about their plastic trash. From solving our landfill and garbage disposal issues to reducing our oil dependancy on the Middle East, his machine may one day be in every household across Japan.
While holding up a bag of trash, he states, “It’s a waste to throw away, isn’t it? This is a treasure.”
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The ones we never knew & the creation to where it all begins

the bliss of moments
©copyright2013owpp

Many years ago, I heard on the radio horrific news which left a scar in my memory never to be erased.

As always my only way out was to pick up my pen and let the pages soak the muddle of emotions and tears running havoc in my mind with no escape… they jumped out like cooped up horses after a long freezing winter and found in the spaces and margins some sort of quietude which I am going to share with you today.

May we live in a world where we unite our energies to build our dreams.

Horror & waste, sorrow & grief of
Calcinated lives, burned felicity.
Committing the irreparable with
No second thought…

Anguish at no time erased nor shafted.
A rock erodes ne’er intense souvenir
Of a family, an entity, a world..

There is no deterioration to the shared
Recollection of the close yet distant.
The smile, the tender caress of words.
Innocence of life just begun.
__ __ __ __ __ __

Incomprehensible recklessness,
Consequences of actions & pain
Henceforth as a shadow till no day ends.

Those souls where lullabies, cuddles &
Mummy were pursued to the furnace…
Promising future… educating her jewels
Oblivious to the unfathomable turn of fate

Embracing her angels, frozen in the eternal
Love-position. Boundless uncalculated
Generosity engraved in our memories forever
__ __ __ __ __

Coming away empty yet plethoric with this
Paragon of virtue…mundane words to describe
What rhymes with nothing. Madness to which we
Succumb to construe the baseness, depravity

To destroy.We lost those we never knew. It
Could be he, me or you…helpless yet praying
For lucidity & humanity to tip the scale.

Appreciating & discerning the bliss of moments
Palpating, investing in the forces of courage
The powers of soundness by edifying the
Element of our fount & demonstrating affection

And respect toward where it all begins… (1)
The ones we love most…

Our family.

(1) The creation of a better world

Will it ever end? Is there anywhere to hide? ” Food plan relapse ” 2010

Relapse
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Today is a relapse day.
Escaping from words of condemnation I prefer to hide behind anything that shields me from the reality of this moment.

Maybe a tree is wide enough.
They have existed for so long, have witnessed it all and are still standing tall and erect, nothing budging them, their gargantuan trunk, sturdy and comforting.

Maybe I should hide behind the reverie of an outside component bringing me to salvation,
or find assuagement behind excuses such as holidays, festivities, people, a country, finances…
Anything to push off, what should be accomplished today.

Is it that operose to adhere to the agenda and utilize the guidance at hand?
Is relapse actually a way of hurling a conniption in the face of existence?

Our overactive mind is hushed with the saying of the wise ( which I have mentioned before )
” Repetition is the only true form of permanence that nature can achieve ”

Well, that is a beginning.
Repetition is all we have achieved until now, but the other way round. Our energies were just badly channeled, all we have to do is ” repetition ” the right way this time.
It appears after all, that our wrangles are a result of our persistence in questioning life’s ( or God, if you will ) role in the realization of our endeavor.

Maybe we should hide less, think less and trust more.

That would simplify a mind in effervescence. Ideally, the highest state of grace would be, to do what is in front of us, at this precise moment every day of our lives.

Re-energized by those self-pep talks, I uproot those trees with a bulldozer, ( figuratively speaking of course ) destroy those outside factors, organize my holidays and birthdays with my sponsor, push in as many implements as possible, mark down in a book the keywords that will have the power to drag me out of my moroseness when needed and importune for the zeal to keep on doing so every moment of my recovery.