You cannot get through a single day without having an impact on the world around you.

What you do makes a difference,
and you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make.

– Jane Goodall

Today is World Book Day/Night. Although I’m smack dab in the middle of one already (The Mythic Journey: The Meaning of Myth as a Guide for Life) I picked up another one at the library this morning: Raids on the Unspeakable.

I’m so thoroughly enjoying The Mythic Journey that I may have to purchase my own copy.

The Mythic Journey
Introduction

Myth is the original self-help psychology.

One of the great healing functions of myth is to show us that we are not alone with our feelings, fears, conflicts and aspirations. We learn from myth that sibling rivalry is as old as time; that Oedipus is alive and well and is not limited to the psychoanalytic couch; that the eternal triangle is indeed eternal and has been written about since human beings first learned to write; that beauty, talent, power and wealth bring their own forms of suffering; and that in the darkness of loneliness, failure and loss we have always discovered light and new hope.

‘Kayso, I’m at the library returning books and checking out the one when the lady at the front desk and I get into a conversation about a book I’d returned (Fear of the Animal Planet: The Hidden History of Animal Resistence) which segued into us talking about the plight of Nature. While totally agreeing with her, I also wanted to share some Light. So I told her about the Concrete Jungle and the Bewick’s wren fledglings that were using it as their playground.

She shared a story about watering her yard the other day and finding two doves in the way so she watered around them. Every time she got a bit close they’d sidle away from her but never flew away! I said, “They trusted you.” That made her smile. Me too.

One more thing that happened this morning was discovering our dear neighbors are moving. I saw the wife standing outside with the movers and stopped to chat. I told them we’d miss them very much but wished them great happiness in their new place. Suddenly a Monarch butterfly flew by and stuck around! It fluttered around a nearby bush, even though said bush contained no flowers. I told her, “That’s a good sign.” Then she said this morning she had a conversation with a Canada goose that was standing on the roof of the covered parking area. (I heard it’s loud honking so I knew it was somewhere close.) We both beamed. I gave her a hug.

In the midst of all the self-centeredness and just plain HATE (Ya’ll know to whom I’m referring.), there are more decent people in the world than THEY would have you believe. Let us not be THEM, let us be the decent ones. Sharing fun stories seems like a good place to start.

Unravelling the Symbolism and Spiritual Significance of the Monarch Butterfly

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Life and death are mysterious states*

This was the first time I encountered the vampire represented as a cat. A huge black cat:

I saw something moving round the foot of the bed, which at first I could not accurately distinguish. But I soon saw that it was a sooty-black animal that resembled a monstrous cat.

Carmilla (Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu)

Very old vampires are anachronisms: they are living history, bringing the past right into the present, with all the traumas of the past.
White Teeth, Red Blood (Claire Kohda)

That describes Sinners‘ Remmick to a T.

Something black and of the night
had come crawling out of the Middle Ages.

I am Legend (Richard Matheson)

She rose among us where we lay.
She wept, we put our work away.
She chilled our laughter, stilled our play.
And spread a silence there.
And darkness shot across the sky,
And once, and twice, we heard her cry;
And saw her lift white hands on high
And toss her troubled hair.

What shape was this who came to us,
With basilisk eyes so ominous,
With mouth so sweet, so poisonous,
And torturned hands so pale!
We saw her wavering to and fro,
Through dark and wind we saw her go’
Yet what her name was we did not know;
And felt our spirits fail.

We tried to turn away; but still
Above we heard her sorrow thrill;
And those that slept, they dreamed of ill
And dreadful things:
Of skies grown red with rending flames
And shuddering hills that cracked their frames;
Of twilights foul with wings.

– “The Vampire”, Conrad Aiken

But first, on earth as vampire sent,
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent,
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race.

– “The Giaour” (Lord Byron)

In the moonlight opposite me were three young women…they threw no shadow on the floor…Two were dark, and had high aquiline noses, like the Count, and great dark, piercing eyes, that seemed to be almost red…The other was fair…with great masses of golden hair and eyes like pale sapphires…All three had brilliant white teeth that shone like pearls against the ruby of their voluptuous lips…burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips…The girl went on her knees, and bent over me, simply gloating. There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive…I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the super sensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth…I closed my eyes in languorous ecstasy and waited, waited with beating heart.

Dracula (Bram Stoker)

You are the night and the night alone understands you
and enfolds you in its arms.

Interview with the Vampire (Anne Rice)

Eumenes had been with her more than 400 years, Lollia nearly as long. Until now not one of her transformations had failed to last 200 years. Was she getting worse at it, or was the strength of the human stock in decline?

The Hunger (Whitley Strieber)

Or words she murmured while she leaned!
Witch-words, she holds me softly by, —
The spell that binds me to a fiend
Until I die.

– “The Vampire” (Madison Julius Cawein)

So turn off the television — in fact, why don’t you turn off all the lights except for the one over your favorite chair? — and we’ll talk about vampires here in the dim. I think I can make you believe in them, because while I was working on this book, I believed in them myself.

And all around them, the bestiality of the night rises on tenebrous wings. The vampire’s time has come.

As the stranger came closer, Dud understood everything and welcomed it, and when the pain came, it was as sweet as silver, as green as still water at dark fathoms.

‘Salem’s Lot (Stephen King)

The vampire tore his pointed fangs from his victim’s neck and fixed his agate-black eyes on Ciri. “There are occasions,” he said in an explanatory tone, licking blood from his lips, “when it’s simply impossible not to have a drink.”

The Lady of the Lake (Andrzej Sapkowski)

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* Carmilla

It’s a Jungle (gym) out there!

First of all, there are times when I’m not quick enough to engage the camera/video on my POS and other times when I’m too captivated in watching what I’m watching. Such was the latter a couple of days ago. Allow me to set the scene for you, but first a preamble.

Last Friday, I published a Post that included a video of a pair of Bewick’s wrens who’ve set-up house in the Concrete Jungle. Recently, we’ve seen some odd behavior from them: flitting all around the Concrete Jungle and inspecting every nook and cranny.

‘Kayso, I’m hanging out there with both cats and we are enjoying the beautiful weather. I’m soaking up some rays and just relaxing when I hear a familiar “electronic raspberry” sound except this time it was non-stop – and so was the wren! It was jumping all over the place. In the planters, hanging baskets, baker’s rack, on the fenceline, shimmying down the Datura to check out Ramses… (Yikess!)

At one point Circe (She’s back!) flew in to the Hummer Cafe to have a drink and was soon joined by a juvenile Anna’s Hummingbird. I have hanging planters attached to the fence which hold colorful impatiens and the Bewick’s wren was in the one directly opposite the Cafe, observing the activity. I guess he/she wanted to get a better look: up to the hanging lights then onto the hook suspending the feeder where it peered down at them. It was HILARIOUS! The hummers were nonplussed.

So I started thinking this might be a juvenile Bewick’s wren. Sure enough, a pair of binoculars I remembered we had and examples of fledgling Bewick’s I found on the web proved my hunch to be correct.

Like most children, they entered this world filled with unbridled curiosity.

The flightly, highly inquisitive actions of the birds now made perfect sense. Their first sense of the World was the Concrete Jungle which has now been transformed into an adventure playground filled with all kinds of interesting things (like other birds) and places to explore. (It’s also safe for them, relatively speaking, as long as I’m out there to supervise Ramses.)

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The 3 P’s

PayPal, Palantir, and Peter (Thiel)

Let’s start with PayPal. I’ve had a PayPal account for many years now and use it when I’m purchasing goods or services from sources not previously used before – mostly Etsy and donations to small charities. I’ll never use them again and this is why:

Last February I made a donation to a local cat rescue group. This was not the first time I’d done so and used PayPal both times. PayPal acknowledged the donation with a receipt and the funds were deducted from my bank account. Seven days later I get an email from PayPal saying my account had been suspended due to “suspicious activity”. My first thought was that someone at the rescue group was responsible.

I contacted the shelter concerned there might be a security breach at their end. Their response: “We received a message that they were investigating your payment and had put a hold on it. When I went in to look at the details, it didn’t have any information about the payment. I think you need to go in and authorize or cancel the payment. Sorry I can’t do anything on my end.” To which I responded that I didn’t know what PayPal’s problem was because the payment went through just fine at my end.

Then I logged on to my PayPal account and was told in order to unlock my account I’d have to upload proof of ID (such as a Driver’s License) then they’d take my case under advisement. That raised a big red flag. Needless to say, I had no intention of doing that and logged out.

I’m all for erring on the side of caution but my spidey sense was in high gear – especially since I’ve not seen any suspicious activity on my banking end.

Was PayPal randomly selecting accounts to gather sensitive information by scaring people to death? Fortunately, I’m not that easily frightened and my life doesn’t depend upon using their services. Bye Bye.


As an aside, LinkedIn pulled the same thing back in 2021 asking me to upload ID to verify I was who I said I was. Again, Fuck them and fuck that. Bye Bye.

Next up: Palantir.

Palantir Technologies Inc. is an American publicly-traded company that develops data integration and analytics platforms enabling government agencies, militaries, and corporations to combine and analyze data from multiple sources – including expanding government surveillance through artificial intelligence and facial recognition technologies.

Palantir’s customer base includes federal agencies, state and local governments, international organizations, and private companies. As of 2013, their clients included at least 12 groups in the U.S. government (Take a guess at which ones.) and numerous governments across the globe: Europe, Denmark, Norway, Germany France, Ukraine, Netherlands, Switzerland, and (of course) Israel.

You can easily find more on this malevolent entity online. Start with opensecrets.org and stockpsycho.com (Some SCARY stuff there.)

Which brings me to Peter Thiel (A Michael Berryman doppelganger.) who is the co-founder of both PayPal (along with Musk) and Palantir.

I no longer believe that freedom and democracy are compatible.
– Peter Thiel

Every time you comply, the demands will get greater and greater.
– John F. Kennedy

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