SOCIAL DISTANCING – 2020

FACING MORTALITY – April 15, 2015

Dear Danica,

I believe I have a spirit and that my body is a vehicle that allows that spirit to experience this dimension. At least until “Doomsday.” Most all religions from Buddhism to Zoroastrianism speak of some form of eschatology. The oldest known recorded reference is found in the Bahman Yasht .

Regardless of how soon that day will come we each face our own mortality. It’s a matter of time, a clock you can’t stop or turn back. It’s your clock, not the big one in the tower. Of course we don’t expect it to happen until tomorrow even though I’ve been with others when it was today. Perhaps you have as well. Sometimes I wonder what my day will be like, I have expectations.

Advances in medical procedures have resulted in tens of thousands of what are commonly called “near-death” experiences in just the last few decades alone. From a scientific viewpoint use of the term near-death is not accurate; these are people who were clinically dead for a period of time. No heartbeat, no brain activity. Not that many years ago their bodies would have been transferred to a mortuary. It was science, not God that said they were dead. As it turned out science was wrong, that’s how science learns, it learns by proving itself wrong.

The accounts of many, that’s not to say all, but there are thousands more who have went through such an experience and convinced those who make a study of it that a form of awareness does continue after the body is dead. It may be a topic many want to avoid, but consciousness after death appears to have a degree of verification.

I don’t know what to make of such accounts other than that they are fascinating. Fascination however isn’t what causes me to believe in God. I believe because I couldn’t convince myself that there was no point to life. If I didn’t think there was a point then I’d view life as a game, a game without rules where I could try to do whatever the hell I wanted. There’s no such thing as cheating when there are no rules. There’s no such thing as fairness or justice either. No reason to Love or to be compassionate. No right or wrong.

Non-believers often say people want to believe because they fear death. I don’t, it wasn’t the end of existence that I feared, it was the possibility of continuation. It was my fear that life did have a point that caused me to put my faith in God. It’s faith in God that causes me to have concern that you face your mortality with the comfort of knowing God Loves you.

IV – V – MMXV or V – IV – MMXV, which ever you prefer

Joseph of Arimathea had placed the body in his own tomb with a large stone covering the entrance and then it was sealed. On the third day four women, Mary Magdalene, Mary mother of James, Joanna the wife of Chuza, who managed the household of King Herod Antipas, and Salome, the wife of Zebedee, mother of the apostles James and John went to the tomb at dawn.

An angel rolled back the stone, not to let Christ out, He was no longer there, but to let the women see that He was gone. The angel said: “He is risen, just as He said.” Then the angel told them to inspect the tomb and to go tell the others. The event is described as having been both frightening and joyful. I would imagine it was.

The women were afraid because they could not fully comprehend what they were experiencing. It was a long time ago, but I would likely find it just as difficult today. What is an angel, what are they like? When Jesus suddenly met the women on their way, He also had to assure them “Do not be afraid.” He would make sudden appearances like that out of nowhere: on a road, inside a locked room, along a beach. His resurrected body was different; no longer subject to the laws of nature. His followers didn’t recognize him at first, yet they could touch Him, talk to Him and they even ate with Him.

Those women were frightened by the unknown, but they weren’t afraid to have faith, Love and trust.

A FOOL’S DAY – April 01, 2015

Dear Danica,

He never wrote anything, at least not anything that has been found; everything I know about His life comes from accounts recorded by others. One of His most fervent followers had, at first, hated Him. After he learned to Love Him Paul experienced stoning, beatings, lashings, and imprisonment until, according to tradition; he was beheaded in the year 68 AD. What caused Paul to Love Him? Paul willingly gave up everything to gain something he wanted more than anything. In a parable, Jesus had called it “A pearl of great value.”

Paul wasn’t alone, most all of Jesus’s early followers suffered for Loving Him and wanting that pearl. By the time of Nero the Romans had come to consider Christianity a crime and Christians fools, vermin to be exterminated. A great many of those fools were women. The opinion of women didn’t count for much. They were considered unreliable, in fact, they were considered so unreliable they weren’t even allowed to testify at trials. Yet the testaments, written by men, say it was women who first discovered He had returned to life.

Were those women liars? Were they silly, silly to think He’d died for their sins and that He would have done so even if only one of them could be saved, even if that one was you. What kind of a fool would believe that? Believe that 2,000 years ago your Father knew you and Loved you.

Good Friday occurs on April 03 this year. No written records have ever been discovered that tell us the exact date Jesus was crucified. Non-believers say that’s a good indication it never happened. Perhaps they’re right? Perhaps the absence of written records indicates most of history never happened. On-the-other-hand, there are events and signs recorded by nature. Some believe they point to April 03, 33 AD.

I don’t know how significant the date of His death is, for me it’s His resurrection that determines the issue. Either it happened or it didn’t. If a dead Jesus was not resurrected then I’m a fool for believing those silly women.

YOU REMIND ME OF MY MOTHER – March 15, 2015

Dear Danica,

Jehovah Witnesses knock at my door to tell me what they believe. Apparently, my concept of God and Christ isn’t quite right, so they have concern that my salvation might be in jeopardy. A lot of people find the Witnesses annoying. Some get angry with them, some curse them and others tell them to mind their own business. My mother never did, she was too kind to do that. Instead, she just wouldn’t answer the door if she recognized them.

I don’t mind hearing what they have to say and I read their literature as well. How else could I know what they believe? They differ on several points from my view; they seem to have a greater detail of understanding than do I, few mysteries they haven’t solved to their satisfaction. I have to admit there are many mysteries I haven’t solved to my satisfaction.

Being the marvelous conversationalist that I am hasn’t kept me from sharing my thoughts, but I don’t just talk, I also listen. They seem like nice people. They don’t stop by as much as they once did; perhaps they’ve decided I’m a lost cause. I may be, however that doesn’t mean they haven’t had some influence on my thinking.

Not long ago the idea that I might knock at someone’s door to talk about God would have been highly unlikely. Yet, for the last couple years that’s exactly what I’ve been doing.

You remind me of my mother.

Christ changed us from enemies into His friends and gave us the task of making others His friends also. – 2 Corinthians 5:18

MY FATHER ISN’T HUMAN – March 01, 2015

Dear Danica,

I’m unable to totally comprehend God, what He is, how and why? I know my Father isn’t human; He’s everything. I can’t quite understand that and neither can anyone else. He knows we can’t, so in friendship He sent His Christ to live among us as a man. He did this because He Loves us. He isn’t happy with me, but He Loves me.

It would be close to two millenniums after His birth before my quickening, so I have to depend on fellow human representatives that were chosen to know and tell me about Jesus. They did’t embellish upon themselves and they acknowledged their personal failings. Thomas doubted His resurrection, Peter denied he even knew Him, Paul hated Him. Those were His friends, they are my brothers and sisters. They said He was most angry with those who were hypocrites, those who adhered to His laws for selfish reasons, but had no Love for me.

Perhaps you don’t wish to speak to me because you think I’m a hypocrite. That I’m a religious nut who wants to impose his values and make you feel bad about yourself. I don’t know if you think that or not, if you do, you’re wrong. I don’t want you to feel bad; I want you to feel Loved. I want you to feel Good about yourself, better than you’ve ever felt. You are responsible to God, not to me or anyone else. He will tell you whether what you do is right or wrong, you won’t hear it with your ears or read it with your eyes, you’ll feel it in your heart.

I long for you to ask questions, to share your opinions, but since you don’t, I’ll pose a question I’ve asked: If God Loves us and created everything, why did He create evil? I’m not positive about the answer to my question, but I don’t think of evil as a creation. God gave us freewill to Love and trust Him or to not. The only reason I can see as to why He would do that would be that He must have emotions much like those He gave me. As a figure of speech you might say “I love my iPad,” however I doubt that you believe your iPad Loves you. An iPad is a created thing incapable of Love or hate, but you are a created thing that can. God has no use for an iPad and your Love and trust wouldn’t mean anything to Him either if you had no ability to choose.

My understanding of Lucifer is that He was a beautiful creation who was given great power, a being who God must have Loved greatly. Lucifer was given freewill and chose to reject God’s Love because Lucifer wanted to be God. Evil was not a creation of God, evil is the rejection of God’s Love, rejection of everything important to God. Evil hates God and all that is Good. It ignores his laws and calls Him a liar. To create something and have it reject you would have to be painful and God says He will not tolerate the pain forever.

He doesn’t condemn us; we condemn ourselves. Christ took our sins and that includes your sins, upon Himself; it was both symbolic and real. It was a gift of mercy and all we need to do is accept it. There is nothing you’ve done He won’t forgive and when God forgives it’s as if it never happened. This doesn’t come from my personal pool of wisdom, if it did, you would find it to be a very shallow pool in which you’d have no fear of drowning. It comes from a Book you can read, actually it’s a collection of Books that, with help, were written by friends who Love us.

It isn’t salvation from physical suffering and death that He’s offering. Like our friends, we’re going to physically die because of our collective legacy of sin that goes back to Adam and Eve, but it isn’t physical death that we need to fear. It’s the separation from God’s Love that should terrify us. Eternity with no happiness, no hope, only sorrow and regret, spent with spirits who cannot Love, that is my concept of hell. We make the decision to be separated when we turn our backs on His Friendship.

It makes no sense to me why anyone would reject His Love. What would they lose by accepting it? The Love of Christ can be added to anything one already Loves that is not evil. Do they prefer to love evil or are they too proud and think it would make them seem weak, afraid their “friends” will make fun of them for wanting God’s Love. I can understand those who are threatened with torture or death, but to fear because of pride would be pitifully weak.

CHILDREN OF THE MIDDLE EAST – February 20, 2015

A DAY OF LOVE – February 14, 2015

Dear Danica,

Why would God Love me, He hates sin, why would He Love a sinner? For Him to Love, He would have to have emotions similar to mine; so when His Love is rejected it must hurt.

A little child may see the flickering flame of a candle and want to touch it. Their father tells them “No!”, that they’ll be burned and there will be pain. In a child’s way they think they are being lied to. They want to touch the flame, it fascinates them, so when they think he isn’t looking, they do.

We are sinners; there is no debating that we are. When we break His laws we’re calling God a liar. Some just can’t believe that all sin would be equally bad. Surely murder would have to be worse than a child being “naughty.” Sin is not a measure of how bad we are; it is a measure of how good we are not. When I know in my heart that something is wrong but do it anyway, it’s a sin. We have all sinned and regardless of the severity we are equally undeserving because we have all called God a liar.

There will be a day of accounting and there is no protection in letting evil deceive us into thinking God doesn’t exist. If you recognize the existence of Good you know He does. If God is a fairytale then so is Good. There is no scientific explanation for Good, nature is not compassionate. If there is no God there would only be that which benefited one’s survival or made them happy. If burning people alive makes you happy you’d probably call it good. I call it evil, I believe in a God who is Good and anyone who says God told them to do evil is a liar. In my opinion, if your god tells you to do evil, your god is Satan.

God is not mad at us for being sinners, He Loves us, but if we don’t want to be separated from Him we must stop calling Him a liar. This would be a good day to do that because it’s estimated that 153,000 people who are here today won’t be here tomorrow.

Khristos, the Messiah doesn’t just fulfill Messianic prophecy by returning at the end of this age to separate evil from Good. If that was all there is to it we have no hope because none of us are truly Good. Christ however is and He provides the “Way” back to God. He is the friend of sinners, He Loves sinners and He proved His Love for us.

Anyone can reside in Christendom, but a true Christian has to be a sinner, a sinner who wants to change so as to retain God’s Love. God doesn’t make us Love Him, He didn’t make us puppets. Those who say “I’m a good person” and think they don’t need God’s Love won’t receive forgiveness, they’re too good for it.

Each of the four Gospels speaks of the anointing of Jesus by a woman, a woman Luke refers to as one “who lived a sinful life.” Yet, Jesus said she would never be forgotten. She was a sinner; I don’t know what her sins were because it isn’t her sinful life for which she is remembered.

THE SUFFERING OF STEPHEN FRY – February 02, 2015

“In light of heaven, the worst suffering on earth, a life full of the most atrocious tortures on earth, will be seen to be no more serious than one night in an inconvenient hotel.” – Mother Teresa

Dear Danica,

Yesterday, I saw a video in which the British atheist comedian, actor and author Stephen Fry gave a different view.

Mr. Fry is well aware that the question of why God allows suffering is a difficult one for those of faith to answer. The use of children in his two examples was no doubt employed for greater effect.

Unlike Mr. Fry, I don’t know and understand enough to give an undisputable answer. That doesn’t mean there isn’t an answer just that I can only speculate on what it might be. The Scriptures state that when God placed man in what is referred to as “the Garden of Eden” there was no suffering, no death. When man decided to believe Satan that God was a liar God expelled man from the garden into a world of suffering. God however was merciful and would provide a way back. It seems to me that if there was no suffering the world would have remained Eden and no one would attempt to find their way back.

Although Mr. Fry comes across as a gentle and thoughtful man it perplexes me as to why an atheist would express so much hatred for what he claims to believe to be a mythical fairytale. Does he view Snow White’s Wicked Witch or Red Ridding Hood’s Big Bad Wolf with such vigor? Why does he take God so seriously?

“How dare you? How dare you create a world to which there is such misery that is not our fault,” — “It’s not right, it’s utterly, utterly evil. Why should I respect a capricious, mean-minded, stupid God who creates a world which is so full of injustice and pain?’ That’s what I would say.” — “I wouldn’t want to get in on his terms. They are wrong.” — “God, is quite clearly a maniac…utter maniac, totally selfish. We have to spend our life on our knees thanking him? What kind of God would do that?” Fry argues that doing away with belief in God makes life “simpler, purer, cleaner, more worth living, in my opinion.”

Really, Christ’s Passion was selfish? His directive that Loving God and our fellow man would be enough is a life spent on our knees? The Ten Commandments given to Moses which form the foundation for our basic laws are unjust and cause pain? Life would be better if we lied, stole, murdered and were unfaithful?

Believing that I have a few decades to spend in Stephen Fry’s world of suffering and then it’s all over would make my life simpler, but I fail to see how it would make it worth living. That’s my opinion.

SOMETHING YOU HAVE IN COMMON – February 01, 2015

Dear Danica,

Jesus was born to a Jewish mother; much of His teaching took place in synagogues and the Temple. When Pontius Pilate asked: “Are you the king of the Jews?” His reply was: “It is as you say.” He is the Messiah; God’s Christ described as the everlasting High Priest after the order of Melchizedek. Regardless, don’t misunderstand! Like you, God doesn’t belong to a religion. His Word was given through the Jews, but His Love and His message are for all people.

The teaching of Zoroaster led to the formation of the ancient Zoroastrian religion of the Persian Empire in the 6th century B.C. Zoroaster claimed there were two types of mentality: “Spenta Mainyu” which is constructive (good) and “Angra Mainyu” which is destructive (evil). He claimed there to be one God: “Ahura Mazda,” the Illuminating Wisdom.

It’s difficult to determine the number of people who still practice Zoroastrianism; it isn’t difficult however to see Zoroastrian influence expressed in the three major monotheistic religions of Judaism, Christianity and Islam that claim Abraham as their father. Abraham was not Jewish, Christian or Muslim; he received his blessing from Melchizedek, the High Priest of Salem.

I hear words spoken by such diverse persons of faith as the current Dalai Lama, the Pope and here in America by the evangelist Billy Graham, words of Love.

It isn’t enough to Love only God, it isn’t enough to just Love your fellow man. Christ said to Love God and man. Whatever religion one claims, even if they claim none, those who follow that law would seem to me to belong to Christ. I know Christ does not belong to Christians, true Christians are those who belong to Christ.

UNCANNY – January 15, 2015

Dear Danica,

Uncanny! Yes, — indeed it is. — I’m surprised I hadn’t noticed it before. Undeniable was the archeological evidence indicating it to be a salutation whose origin can be traced back to some ancient secret society. Obviously passed down through the centuries to serve as a gesture of greeting; one so bazaar and unique as not to be mistaken when given between members who are now embedded in diverse and different cultures.

I’d had suspicions before; such as your frequent reference to yourself using the acronym of the Moro Islamic Liberation Front. I can see now that was a ruse to direct attention away from your true affiliation. What is this cult to which you belong? Possibly it’s an upper branch of Freemasonry, a root that nourishes the Illuminati, the Carbonari or some conspiratorial organization here-to-fore unbeknown to me? Are you affiliated with the Bilderberg Group, the Priory of Sion or Ordo Templis Orientis? What is your mission; is it geo-political manipulation to form a New World Order? Do you have a leader, one you acknowledge as:

“Gr and Master”

ON THE LAST DAY OF CHRISTMAS – January 06, 2015

I was given 4 inches of snow and then some sunshine.

To non-believers it’s just another Christian myth, but for many the 12th Day of Christmas or the Epiphany is when the Magi are said to have visited the Christ child. There are many variations and traditions associated with the story and the day. It’s my understanding that in England fruitcake and a jam tart formed in the shape of the Star of Bethlehem are often served on this day as desserts. I’m all for the fruitcake and maybe even jam tarts but is there anything to the Magi story, the three kings, the wise guys or whoever they were?

The study of astrology was not permitted for those of the Jewish faith so the Magi would not have been Jewish and they aren’t described as such. Thus the story is one of Jesus’ physical manifestation to the Gentiles. The Magi or “wise men” are thought to have been Zoroastrian priests of Babylon and Mesopotamia whose religious beliefs included a ‘trinity’ and the coming of a messiah.

Dr. Grant J. Mathews is a professor of theoretical astrophysics and cosmology who among other experts have made a study of unusual astronomical events near the time of Christ’s birth. He believes that it’s “quite likely” the phenomenon in the sky that led the wise men to Jesus wasn’t actually a star. A new star or something such as a comet would have at the time been taken as a negative event, a harbinger of disaster. Most likely it was an unusual planetary alignment creating a bright light in the sky that would have been perceived as a positive sign of a newborn king in Judea.

In the book The Star of Bethlehem and corroborated by the writings of the ancient astronomer C. Ptolemy, Michael Molnar makes note that to the astronomers of the time the constellation Aries was associated with Judea. And that on April 17, 6 B.C. Jupiter would have appeared as a morning star in the East. The Sun, Moon, Jupiter and Saturn in Aries of the vernal equinox would have been profoundly noteworthy to the Zoroastrians “a truly unique event.” An event worthy of a gift of frankincense which to them was symbolic of eternal light.

Oṃ maṇi padme hūṃ – January 01, 2015

Dear Danica,

In a few hours I’ll be off to spend the day with family. To watch a parade of flowers; to eat and talk. I’ve been told a grand-niece got a hedgehog for Christmas; I expect there will be some part for it to play. Of course there are the Bowls which include Cotton, Citrus, Rose and the one I hope will be the sweetest: Sugar. All-in-all it’s likely to be a nice day, one on which tradition says I must make a resolution.

You’ve proclaimed as the motto for your life: “Treat and respect people how you want to be treated and respected yourself.” I’m not suggesting that you’re guilty of plagiarism; however it did strike me that your motto is quite close to the Christian “Golden Rule.” Christ’s directive that we should practice “compassion,” that we should have Love for one another. I imagine the “Original Source” would consider you having adopted it as your motto to be “fair use.”

I’m not always respectful of others, I’m not always compassionate, I often find it easier to express “sympathy,”— if need be. I don’t use my abilities to their full potential which is disrespectful to the One who gave them to me. I always see the negative but frequently overlook the positive which is disrespectful to those who are burdened with an overload of negative. Furthermore, there are days when I expend no effort, none what-so-ever, to be better than I was the day before which is disrespectful to the day and to myself.

To be more respectful, to be more compassionate, that will be my resolution.

I wish you the best of today and all those that follow in this New Year !

La Nativité à la Torche by the Le Nain brothers, Antoine, Louis & Mathieu

Do you see it? Do you see it in her face?

MIDNIGHT CHRISTMAS EVE – December 15, 2014

Dear Danica,

The late American radio news personality Paul Harvey started his career at the age of fourteen and continued until his death at ninety-one. His life was an interesting story itself but he’s best known for those that he told. The original author of this one found on YouTube is unknown. If you care to listen, Mr. Harvey’s style of presentation and distinctive voice add a great deal to the telling.

Over the six decades that have passed since my quickening I’ve willingly participated in the annual festivities. Furthermore, I profit from long hours of labor, caused by the orgy of materialism, filling orders for illustrations I’ve done of beloved mechanical things; things of hobby and memory that my customers purchase for their friends and relatives.

On the Eve of Christ’s Mass, at Midnight, I will express gratitude for those who buy so that I may produce. I will ask blessing for them and others, among whom you will be mentioned. But most important I will offer thanks for His Gift of Mercy and Love.

I wish you and the ones you Love a Very Merry Christmas!

A SUBJECT OF THE QUEEN – December 01, 2014

Rita was Caucasian, the Queen, her skin is white.

Within her realm a subject, a subject without spite,

The prospects for this one, to some, they might seem weak.

Yet, as coffee black and strong, brown, she is not meek;

A flower fed by gutter, rather than by stream,

Grew in a place where true beauty, to some, went unseen.

A lovely garden can still be found upon the hilltop by the sea.

And “The King” who tends it, He will not let her be.

THE GAME – November 15, 2014

Dear Danica,

For the fourteen universities that make up the “Big Ten” it is now the heart of America’s football season and if you’re a Buckeye or a Wolverine your thoughts must soon turn to “The Game.”

The term “Buckeye” can refer to anyone who resides in Ohio, but its origin is the seed of the Aesculus glabra, a tree common to our state. In both size and appearance the seed resembles a chestnut, mahogany in color with a large basal scar of tan. They drop from their outer husk about mid-September. Children enjoy gathering them during walks in the wood and adults have been known to carry one in a pocket for good luck. Due to an abundance of tannic acid you wouldn’t want to eat them, however, there is a confectionary version made with balls of peanut butter fudge dipped into chocolate that you can. The Shawnee leader Tecumseh would have called the seed a “hetuck” which translated to English means “eye of a buck” a reference to the male Whitetail Deer, a lovely animal.

However, in the minds of those who reside in “the state up north”, a Buckeye is a “worthless nut.” Humph! This attitude can only be attributed to Michiganders being a poorly educated group of people who identify themselves with a smelly, ill-tempered, overgrown weasel which itself has the good sense to no longer live among them.

In 1835, militia from the state of Ohio and Territory of Michigan gathered to do battle in the “Toledo War.” It had nothing to do with Spain, it was a dispute over a strip of land whose ownership was in question due to poor map making. To end the conflict the federal government granted Michigan statehood and increased its size by about 40% with a piece of land referred to as “The Upper Peninsula.” That turf war was settled, but we would meet again.

Annually, alternating between “The Shoe” and “The Big House,” our forces take the field to engage the foe, to resume the competition. No longer is it a struggle for control of Toledo, but for possession of the skin of a pig.

Well, it’s actually cowhide. — No! Technically, the hide of a steer is used because it’s more resistant to stretching. I guess I should call it a “steerskin.” —That wouldn’t be right; everybody calls it “a pigskin.” —Okay, I know if you go into a store to buy one most will be synthetic and come from China, but the best steerskin pigskins are manufactured about 70 miles from me in the village of Ada, Ohio. It’s there you will find the world’s only factory dedicated to producing real American footballs. You see, real American footballs, including the ones favored by ill-tempered weasels, are made by Buckeyes.

GREETINGS FROM ANTARCTICA – November 01, 2014

Dear Danica,

You likely distrust, maybe even dislike, but if you knew me, you would better understand how much God must Love you.

Conservative by nature, I’m very private and loathe doing things I feel will make me seem foolish. A disposition I have to ignore when I write to you. Why would I do that? You may think it’s an obsession with your appearance, your personality, maybe your intellect? Think again!

I’m getting older, gotten old, — not far from dead really. However, the little spark of life that’s left does find you appealing, there’s no question about that. Yet, it isn’t infatuation that drives me. Nor is it a passion for religion; I’m not religious in a traditional sense.

It’s faith in Christ’s Love that motivates me to follow His directive that I should tell you about Him. At first, I didn’t want to; it seemed crazy: “I don’t know her; she’d think me a fool.” I was warned not to turn away. If I turned away, I would be a fool. “She needs to hear, will you fail to speak?” It wasn’t only for your sake; it was just as much for mine.

I hadn’t given it much consideration when begun; it wasn’t promoted to anyone other than you. Regardless, there are those who stumble across the blog-site. They come from all over the world, each continent.

Actually, that isn’t true. The opening greeting was misleading; there haven’t been any from Antarctica. A lack of exposure might be to blame. Elsewhere there are others who do take an interest, some view every page. A few may even read. Those that do must care; I have to wonder if He’s using you to talk to them much like He used you to talk to me.

I happened upon an article about a woman from Nottinghamshire. She seems sincere, I hope she’s sincere; her experience possibly more bazaar than mine. Perhaps she could better speak to you.

“I didn’t get any sense of condemnation from [Jesus], that all came from myself and from other people. I now realize that being a porn star was not what God wanted me to be doing, but He didn’t condemn me for it. It was more ‘When you’re ready, you can come with Me.’ ” – Teresa Carey

THE GODDESS OF AUTUMN – October 15, 2014

Dear Danica,

Sharada, her name means “of Autumn” in Sanskrit. Autumn is a time of balance, the season of feminism.

In Ohio, it’s Fall when leaves drop to burn. “Indian Summer” approaches and kids want to hear ghost stories. Stories of a specter that appears on moon lit nights. His “blood drop dead red” Lincoln flies past you like a wild hurricane out of the west. Although I know quite a bit about him they just aren’t sure they believe me.

I don’t always believe stories I’m told either. For example: much of what is written in my Christian Bible I don’t “truly” believe. Logic tells me a man can’t live a 1,000 years. Science indicates that the World could not have formed in 6 days. Archaeologists have found little of anything to prove that the Hebrews were ever held as slaves in Egypt.

Were those stories just told for fun? I certainly can’t explain them, yet I trust the Bible. I trust the message; I believe the message to be true. I believe because I have faith in that message. I know Good and evil are real, I see intelligence of design in nature; I find the teachings of the Christ to be greater than any other. I feel God’s Love.

Someday I expect there to be explanations that will allow the unbelievable to be believed; possibly “the goddess of Autumn” already knows.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND 1949 ? – October 01, 2014

Dear Danica,

A 15 year old grandniece has become fascinated with vintage things. I’ve always had an interest in history myself, but I’m not sure if it’s the same. When I look at this picture of you I wonder: is it the clothing and style; is it a feminine thing such as that? Something you can relate to, something you share with her that I don’t understand.

There was an old Underwood typewriter that had been her great grandmother’s. It’s a brick of a thing, made heavy for office work, the work of a secretary. A mechanical device that likely 80% of the time was used by women, mostly young women. Women with dreams and ambitions of a future that’s now past.

Over 35 years since my mother last stuck one of its keys, it had lost its will to work. Several hours of cleaning and lubrication were required for its resurrection. Why bother, what girl attached to an iPad mini would want such a thing? Yet, she did.

With it was the owner’s manual and store receipt, it had been purchased in the 949th year of the second millennium for $150. The same year they stopped rationing clothes in Britain. The year the Republic of Ireland was established. The year the Soviet Union tested its first atomic bomb.

In 1949, $150 would have been a fair expenditure. In America, a typical new car could be bought for $1,600, the minimum wage was 40 cents an hour and bread cost 14 cents a loaf. I wondered: why did my mother buy this? What did she want to do with it? I wasn’t born yet; perhaps my sister knows.

THE PHARISEES OF SCIENCE – September 15, 2014

Dear Danica,

Many atheists have adopted science as their religion and many scientists have become atheists. Not all, but many.

They often claim Christian belief in the Bible inhibits the advancement of science. Really? It seems to me that science is moving along just fine. Besides, do we want totally unrestrained science? There is science such as was practiced by Josef Mengele that I would hope would be inhibited. In that case the scientist was the monster, but science can also create monsters. It was science that gave us gun powder, the atomic bomb and chemical weapons. The idea of uninhibited atheists messing with genetic engineering doesn’t fill me with confidence either.

I think it is a mistake to think of God as a supernatural being with mystical powers. I don’t see Him that way. I think God is everything and that he possesses all knowledge. He had no beginning; He has no limits or restraints. Whatever environments and dimensions there are He created. When you don’t understand how something works it can seem magical, but God understands how everything works so there’s nothing that exists that’s magical.

All things, at their most basic level, are comprised of energy. I believe God is the source of that energy, everything is part of Him. Whatever way a thing works, it works that way because He made it to work that way. This concept isn’t mine, in Ephesians 4:6 it says “God rules everything and is everywhere and is in everything.” When you work in your garden God’s energy is in the dirt that gets under your fingernails, It’s in your fingernails, It’s in the polish that you put on your fingernails. If God is supernatural then everything is supernatural.

Christianity established many of the great universities. It also gave science its start in the hope that it would prove the existence of God. However when science began to show results that differed from what Christendom expected the two began to clash.

Science however should not be influenced by belief or non-belief, its function is to study and report what it discovers. To seek the truth, but to never arrive at an absolute truth. It should always want to know more than it does. There will be theories that prove to be wrong while others are eventually accepted as fact and some, which were once taken as fact, will be found to be false. Hypothesis replaces hypothesis and then with another.

Probably half of what science has concluded has been discarded. Science once claimed that the Earth was the center of the universe, that the atom was the smallest particle in existence, that the glands of the endocrine system had no function, and that people of the Caucasian race had superior intelligence to those of other races. The scientists who came to that last conclusion I’d hazard to guess were Caucasian.

There are those who think of themselves as superior thinking people and enjoy being seen that way. In my opinion, they’ve forgotten or never knew how to practice true science; they are to science what the Pharisees were to Judaism.

Science helps me to better understand life, I believe it has helped me to better understand God, but people who make science their religion practice a religion that makes a lot of mistakes.

I’D RATHER YOU NOT DO THE DISHES – September 01, 2014

Dear Danica,

I would never be successful as a “glamour” photographer; there’s just too much I wouldn’t be able to handle, things I couldn’t grasp. For instance, the selection of where to do the shoot; I can understand a boudoir, but the kitchen? Quite frankly, I don’t want naked people sitting on counter tops and tables in my kitchen, “doing” the dishes or “playing” with my food.

However, I can see how you might become attached to this tableware; it’s a pattern that would seem to fit.

REALITY TRANSPOSED – August 15, 2014

Dear Danica,

There have been studies that indicate we don’t make autonomous decisions. That free will is an illusion and that brain pattern activity can predict the choices we’ll make. I would describe that as “reactionary free will.” It is of great interest to companies such as Google and Facebook as well as the military which experiments with mind control of enemy forces. However, I believe there is also what I’ll term “conscious free will” which, I think, is a function of my spirit. Being part of my body, my brain will some day cease to function; maybe you think it already has. Regardless, I feel my spirit’s awareness will continue on.

Many who have experienced near death describe their physical being as the illusion and that the realm they had temporarily entered was the true reality. They felt a Love greater than they had ever known and, unlike a dream, it was colorful, vivid, and intense. Reality for them had been transposed, they had seen it for what it is, and it was life changing.

There have been thousands of near death events recorded, not all have been described as pleasant experiences. Some were transported to a place to which they have no wish to return. I’m not sure what to make of any of them. How a person could describe seeing verifiable actions that took place, such as in an operating room, which their eyes could not have seen. On-the- other- hand, near death is not death. What I find most interesting is that although several were non-believers prior to the experience; I have yet to hear of any who remained or became one after.

I WISH RICHARD DAWKINS WOULD BE MORE RATIONAL – August 01, 2014

Dear Danica,

I believe in a God of Love; I can’t prove what I believe so I recognize that there is a possibility that I could be wrong. If I am, I’m willing to accept the consequences of believing in Love.

An agnostic also recognizes that neither belief nor non-belief in God can be proven. They don’t want faith, they want proof. Since His existence can neither be proven nor disproven they won’t decide. The problem with being agnostic is that Jesus said that like a drink that is neither cold nor hot He will spit you out. He provided no fence to sit upon, either you have faith or you don’t.

To be an atheist, you need the self-confidence of a psychopath. By no means are atheists the only psychopaths, there are Christians and followers of other religions that are too. They aren’t necessarily a Norman Bates type psychopath; I’m talking about someone who cannot recognize the possibility that they might be wrong which makes them fearless. To be an atheist you have to be 100% sure that there is no God because if there is and you rejected Him you chose eternal separation. Considering the magnitude of that, would any rational person take the chance if they had even the slightest doubt? I’m not fearless; there isn’t much that I’m 100% sure of, therefore, in my opinion, being fearless is irrational.

The atheist and evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins is a very intelligent man, I’m sure he’d tell you so himself. He refers to good and evil as if they were a part of his personal code of morality. However his morality is not based on God given laws, but rather his own. Atheists ranging from Dawkins to Ricky Gervais talk about being good. They consider themselves to be good. They may be, but I’m afraid my “human” nature isn’t.

If I were an atheist, in fact if I weren’t Christian I’d likely be an atheist, my only interest would be me; it would all be about me, I wouldn’t be wasting what time I had on you. I wouldn’t care about anything other than what affected me because when it was over for me it would be over.

In the time of Noah, the Bible states that each man did what he thought was right in his own eyes and in the book of Revelation it says that as the age nears its end they will again. Having God given rules does not mean I always obey, but without them to guide me, without a degree of fear of them, I would likely form a morality based on “whatever I could get away with.”

There are secular civil laws; Nazi Germany had civil laws, quite a few in fact. In the same sense that Richard Dawkins has formed a morality, Adolph Hitler had a personal code of morality too. Hitler believed himself to be good; actually, he believed himself to be better. He felt people of non-Arian ethnicity were inferior and that inferiority had caused my country to become corrupt, vulgar, full of criminals, and owned by the Jews whose faith he claimed was the root cause of the world’s problems. Hitler was a psychopath; one that Mr. Dawkins says was evil.

Dawkins claims Joseph Stalin was evil too. Yet, Stalin was a fellow atheist who attempted to purge his country of Christians and other backward people of faith Mr. Dawkins so often rails against. Dawkins writes books and makes appearances to engage in debate about the harm religion causes mankind while Stalin implemented a solid plan of action that rid his country of 60 million wrong thinking people. They were wrong thinking because they thought differently from Stalin. Stalin was a psychopath.

I don’t understand Richard Dawkins’ belief in good and evil. They aren’t a gas, liquid or solid; consequently, that makes them immaterial and unable to be proven so why does he believe in them? What is the foundation on which he builds? It seems that if we each form our own morality as Dawkins has done, then it had better conform to his or he will consider us to be evil. How is that more rational than my believing in universal God given rules?

A VOLUPTUOUS BEAUTY – July 15, 2014

Dear Danica,

A voluptuous beauty she is – magnificent, curvaceous, luscious, shapely, alluring, a sensual gratification to my eye. OH! — And you look nice too.

God made people to be loved; people design things to be used. Sometimes we get that backwards.

TWELVE SUGGESTIONS – July 01, 2014

“Stop daughter and open your eyes. You were not an accident.” “I am your Creator. You were in my care even before you were born.” -Isaiah 44:2

May His daughter have a Very Happy Birthday!

It was 2002 when I reached your age, to me that seems like yesterday so I know it won’t be long before tomorrow. Over those twelve years I’ve learned a few things, very few perhaps. Others will give you candy and flowers for your birthday; I’ll give you twelve suggestions:

1. Be curious and keep learning. 2. Wear comfortable clothing. 3. Stop spending time with people you don’t like. 4. Don’t complain about getting older, your health, or anything else. 5. Be happy looking like “you.” 6. Give some of your time to others. 7. Tell the truth. 8. Defy your fears. 9. Take care of your joints and bones. 10. Stop running and start hiking. 11. Build, plant, design – Be Creative. 12. Learn belly dancing. (I’ve not actually done this myself but I liked the idea of you doing it.)

I’ll add one more. By the time I was your age my parents had died; if you still have yours, whatever the situation may be, talk with them.

LADY OF THE LAKE –JUNE 15, 2014

Dear Danica,

Having been cut from industrial cloth I wasn’t fashioned to appreciate the ballet. When a performance is underway my mind can wander and lose touch with the story so I’m not sure if Odile and Odette are different swans or two halves of the same spirit?

NUMBER SIX – JUNE 01, 2014

Dear Danica,

Of the pictures I’ve seen of you this is number six among my favorites.

You may entice with cleavage and legs in stockings of silk but I think you know your most appealing feature is your smile. If you don’t, I’m telling you, it’s your smile. It isn’t pornographic, it isn’t glamorous, it’s irresistible. A lot of things could be less than advertised and I wouldn’t care, but I’d be very disappointed if your smile was a fantasy.

A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY – MAY 15, 2014

Dear Danica,

I don’t know what they were looking for when the Vikings discovered New-found-land somewhere around 1000 AD. They called it “Vinland” so perhaps they were out and about shopping for berries and grapes. Regardless, a habitation was established known as L’anse aux Meadows. The native people, who were likely of the Dorset culture, were termed “Skraelings” meaning barbarians. I doubt that the Dorset identified themselves as barbarians; perhaps they saw the Vikings in a similar light.

About 621 years later, a grandfather of eleven generations distance from me also established a colony on Newfoundland. He called it “Avalon.” Named for the Avalon of Glastonbury, it is where the sun shines first on North America. However, it results in less heat than they were accustomed to in the British Isles so within a few years many moved south to a new colony they called “Mary’s-Land” in honor of the queen of France. Native people lived there too, one of whom was another grandfather.

He had a daughter; she is among the 4,096 grandmothers of my eleventh generation heritage. I don’t know the names of most of those grandmums from that era, but hers was Mary Kittamaquund.

She’s shown in this painting on her wedding day. She doesn’t look anything like me so I have my doubts about the accuracy of the depiction.

I did think she resembles this woman but then this woman seems to resemble a lot of people.

In 1492, Christopher Columbus first set his foot in the New World at San Salvador. When he encountered the native Lucayan people he called them “Indians.” It was a case of mistaken identity; Columbus thought he was someplace where he was not. As it turned out they weren’t your Indians; they were my Indians who aren’t Indian at all.

It was understandable; she did look a little bit like you.

A PICTURE OF MY HUGE COCK – APRIL 30, 2014

Dear Danica,

I suspect men e-mail you this type thing all the time. I know! I’m 29 days late. Truth-be-told, it’s not mine, mine is considerably smaller.

This is a picture of a blue one at Trafalgar Square that you’ve probably already seen when you were out and about.

Women seem attracted to these things and want to have their photo taken next to one. They’re all over the internet.

Some get so excited they want to touch them, ride them, hug them and then they tweet them. It’s all a little disturbing to me.

I prefer my chicken fried. I’m a wee bit Scottish.

A TRANSFORMATION – APRIL 20, 2014

Dear Danica,

I wish you a HAPPY EASTER !

This is a day of hope, the day I celebrate the promise of renewal.

Much as a chrysalis transforms into a butterfly, one can emerge to a beautiful new life, a life that won’t be carelessly and unthinkingly lived. Forgiven, no longer driven by guilt, resentment, fear, materialism, or the need for approval; a life filled with kindness, truth, hope, and Love.

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!– 2 Corinthians 5:17

I can’t, but if I could prove to you, beyond any doubt, that the story of Christ is true would you be disappointed? Would you be unhappy to know that there is a God and that He Loves you?

It may be of no interest, but I’ve written a testament of my faith for you and placed it on this page. It took a lifetime for me to write it, it would take you about one hour to read it, a second to discard it.

LIKE A FLOWER – MARCH 16, 2014

Dear Danica,

A great uncle worked for the Wright Brothers. In 1908, with the intention of being taught to fly, he climbed on board what was called the Flyer III. With Wilbur Wright at the controls they flew for 29 seconds along the dunes of a North Carolina beach. Then a flight with Orville would last just over 4 minutes. Later that day Wilbur crashed the plane so they stuck it in a shed and went back to Dayton.

Having only spent 4-1/2 minutes in the air and probably disappointed that he hadn’t gotten the opportunity to fly the thing I doubt that my great uncle thought much of it at the time, but in the world of useless trivia he had become one of the few people who would ever fly with both brothers and is credited as being the first airplane passenger.

It was only forty-three years later that British Overseas Airways Corporation placed a passenger jet aircraft into service. The de Havilland Comet was a pioneering design but the early ones had a nasty habit of breaking up during mid-flight due to metal fatigue. The problem was solved and B.O.A.C. jets went on to fly people around the world to popular destinations such as Jamaica.

With all the rain and flooding you’ve had this winter I suspect, like a flower, you may long for nicer weather. I thought perhaps you’d like to celebrate this St. Patrick’s Day on a beach in the Caribbean.

THROUGH THE HEART – FEBRUARY 14, 2014

I doubt that you remember, but, in spirit, I adopted you a year ago. Whoopee!

I pray for you every day as if you were a daughter so when you cut off communication last summer it was kind of a shot through the heart. Okay, that “shot through the heart” part may be a little over dramatic; you see I did the illustration first so then I needed to write something that fit the theme. I suppose a more logical person would have done it the other way around. But then if I were logical I wouldn’t have adopted your spirit.

The point is there were things that I had wanted to say that never got said and that left me feeling that I had failed you. I’ve been saying them on a blog I created for you. If you’d ever care to look it can be found at this address



Happy Valentines Day!

A THUNDERBALL – JANUARY 13, 2014

One of my favorite Ian Fleming novels was “Thunderball,” it was made into a movie in 1965. If you’ve not read the book or seen the film the plot involves the theft of two thermonuclear devices by “Spectre” an international commercial crime organization in an effort to blackmail the nations that make up the North Atlantic Treaty Organization.

Somewhere below the floor of the Atlantic off Tybee, one of Savannah, Georgia’s barrier islands lays an 11 foot long object whose outer case is made of aluminum. It’s known as “No. 47782.” No. 47782 is a thunderball, a Mark 15, Model 0, Hydrogen bomb 100 times more powerful than the atomic bomb that destroyed Hiroshima. It’s been there since February 05, 1958, but it’s not known exactly where “there” is.

The bomb was jettisoned by a B-47 Stratojet after a mid-air collision with an F-86 Sabre during a training exercise. Referred to as a “Broken Arrow,” No. 47782 was said at the time to have not been armed with a detonation capsule and thus would present no risk of explosion. However testimony given by Assistant Defense Secretary Jack Howard eight years later stated that No. 47782 was believed to have included a detonation capsule.

Well, so-far-so-good. I think I’ll “nuke” some popcorn and watch an old movie.

TIME – JANUARY 01, 2014

Time is about to start a New Year and none too soon. Of course it already has for you. Did you enjoy the party?

I don’t know what time is exactly. I can read it, quite simple really; the mouse’s arms are of different length. But I don’t truly understand time.

I know that for me it’s moving quicker than it used to, just yesterday was ten years ago. I’m afraid tomorrow could be too late. It might be part of aging, but I believe an increasing divergence is taking place in the World, a world that reminds me of an apple approaching October.

Today offers the opportunity for a fresh start, a good time to ask oneself a couple of basic questions:

Q. 1: Creation, was it by design or chance? If there is a design then there would have to be a designer. If there is no design then it’s all chance.

Danica, you’ve said that you have an interest in design. Where does that desire come from? If a Designer made you in His image I could understand.

Intelligent design isn’t myth, its fact; we use it in everything we build. Would that make sense in a world of chance? Why do we base so many of our designs on things we see in nature? The idea that everything made by man is a product of intelligence while everything not man made, which would include man himself, are products of dumb luck is hard for me to accept.

Q. 2: Are good and evil real forces, two opposing principles or nothing at all? I have little interest in an answer based on philosophical concepts. I want to know if they are real or not. If they aren’t real then there is no such thing as right or wrong. Murder, lying, stealing, and cheating would just be natural behavior. Kindness, charity, and mercy would be foolishness. Nature doesn’t protect the weak it eats them. Logic tells me that it’s natural for the weak to be destroyed by the strong. That was the view of the Nazi. They worked those they considered inferior to near death then killed them and rendered their bodies into soap. If evil is just a concept then there was nothing wrong in anything they did. Had they prevailed, your ethnicity and my belief in what is Good would have put us in a soap dish.

Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good. Romans 12:21

I wish you a Happy New Year !

IS YOUR SANTA WHITE? – DECEMBER 22, 2013

A TV commentator recently upset many here in the U.S. when she said that Santa Claus was white and then followed with a statement that Jesus also was white.

I don’t know with certainty but Nicholas of Patara, born in the third century AD, was a Greek so it does seem likely he would have been of the Caucasian race. Many miracles and conversions of unbelievers were credited to Nicholas and he was given Sainthood. When the Dutch came to America Saint Nicholas was known as “Sinterklaas.” Then New Amsterdam became New York. English children intermingled with the Dutch and to them Sinterklaas sounded like “Santeclaus” which eventually became “Santa Claus.”

The thing of it is Santa Claus IS NOT REAL. He represents the kind and giving spirit of Saint Nicholas, but HE’S NOT REAL. His toy manufacturing works at the North Pole, the elves, the flying reindeer are the creation of imagination. I think his ethnicity can be whatever you want it to be.

What about Jesus? He was a Jew from the Middle East born around 2,015 years ago. I don’t know what His skin color was. I’m sure it was closer to yours than mine, but you don’t get any extra points. He could be chartreuse and He’d still be the Messiah.

MERRY CHRISTMAS – DECEMBER 08, 2013

It’s a lot different from when I was a child. Back then I was most interested in the “stuff,” the gifts, decorations and holiday goodies.

A lot of time has passed. I no longer care much about the stuff; it’s still there, there’s still fun in it, only now I recognize that it can be a smokescreen and it’s not difficult to determine what often hides behind it. I suppose that’s why those who say they don’t believe in Christmas still want to keep the stuff. They’re welcome to it and I say to them: “Season’s Greetings.”

Jesus wasn’t likely born on December 25; it doesn’t matter to me if He was or not for I love Christ and thank God for His Gift and that’s why I wish You a “Merry Christmas!”

A GIFT FOR YOU – DECEMBER 08, 2013

Dear Danica,

You have said this is your: “Motto of life: Treat and respect people how you want to be treated and respected yourself.” Now, from Galatians 5:14 For the entire law is fulfilled in keeping this one command: “Love your neighbor as yourself.” Your motto of life seems very similar to Christ’s command to His followers.

I can’t convince you of anything, that’s not my part to play. However I’ll tell you that in Christ’s name, God gives you Unconditional True Love. Although it isn’t cheap it has no monetary value. You can turn it down or you can return it. You can also re-gift part of it to others. In fact if you do, you’ll get much more with no need to worry that you’ll ever get too much.

I wish you and those you Love a Very Merry Christmas!

PS: For better than a year I’ve tried to give you my friendship. It’s understandable that you didn’t want it, however what was important was that I’d say something of value, something you’d hear but I failed at that too. If I could, I’d trade what remains of my life in exchange for you finding and loving God. That likely sounds absurd to you and meaningless since it’s a trade I can’t make.

STARDUST ROSE – NOVEMBER 17, 2013

, you are the “Morning Star,” made of dust, daughter of my Sun, a sister on whom no moon depends. Yet, might you have another name? I thought today I’d call you Rose.

ANNOYING – NOVEMBER 04, 2013

Dear Danica,

I hope you made it through last week’s storm without too much damage. Bad weather can be more than just annoying. I imagine you would have preferred to have been dancing on a beach someplace warm like Jamaica. Of course I don’t know, perhaps you were.

I think you find me a little annoying too, but my objective has been to provoke thought not to harass. Maybe I crossed that border without realizing it, if so, I apologize. I recently put together a site that attempts to explain why I annoy you.

WILL YOU BE WITCHING THIS HALLOWEEN? – OCTOBER 27, 2013

Danica,

I decided to send this one too; I had no way of telling which you’d like least. I didn’t want the other to go to waste.

Should God ever duplicate you in another colour or color if I were speaking to myself. I do that sometimes; — actually I do it a lot lately. I’d prefer the original, but green would be witchin’.

In regard to your cat, I’m not going there. Although there is a part of me that would like too, I figure I pushed my luck as it was with your pumpkins and I see they’re still hanging about. However I will say that it looks like a nice kitty; I imagine it’s very soft and kind of furry.

Trick or Treat?

That’s what I expected.

YOU KIDS! GET OUT OF HERE! – OCTOBER 27, 2013

BOO!

DO YOU MIND DANICA! I’m trying to carve my Jack-O-Lantern, but your pumpkins keep distracting me.

Sorry if I scared you with that greeting.

Happy Haunting!

SIR BOB – OCTOBER 6, 2013

Dear Danica,

I have a split personality: on one hand I’m a very pessimistic person who’ll spout doom and gloom at the drop of a hat, on the other I don’t worry about any of it.

I just read that Sir Bob Geldof made a speech to a gathering of South African young people saying that their lives would be over in 17 years or less due to climate change and a world war. I thought: “why did he limit it to that, there are at least a dozen other things that could do it and climate change probably shouldn’t even be on the list.”

His name sounded familiar, but when I read that he had been a singer with the “Boomtown Rats” I knew I was mistaken. However he is my age and pessimism is part of getting older. You know you’re in the final quarter so younger people are sort of annoying because they’ve got more time. It makes you feel better if you can scare them. To be honest, there was a lot of stuff that happened before I was even born that would have scared the crap out of me.

You being a younger person yourself I was going to write something scary, but it’s kind of a nice day and Saturday night Ohio State beat Northwestern so my heart just wasn’t in it.

PS: By the way, did you happen to see the article about the invasion of millions of False Widow spiders overrunning Great Britain?

YOU’VE GOT LEGS TOO! – September 30, 2013

Dear Danica,

My favorite month begins tomorrow. There’s more oxygen in the air as I walk the fields and woodlots. Crates are filled with apples and pumpkins, trees that don’t stay green will turn red and gold and it’s also the heart of America’s collegiate football season. (Keep this to yourself, but American football was actually invented by Canadians.)

October is also breast cancer awareness month. It’s estimated that 50,000 people will be diagnosed with the disease in Britain this year, statistics show that 80% will be women age 50 or older, 12,000 will die.

My understanding is that the size of your breasts doesn’t put you at greater risk, but can make it harder to detect. I encourage you to be examined if you haven’t already been doing so. I know you get examined a lot and among those who do some may have medical degrees, but I’m talking about a mammogram. You might incorporate a little squeezing too, but please don’t rely on that alone.

I never knew her, but I had a grandmother that died from breast cancer. There was a first cousin that died from it too. I also have a sister-in-law who in June of this year was discovered to have it. She underwent surgery a week after having buried her husband.

I’ve seen you described as a “real woman” and I suspect for some it’s a breast fetish that defines who you are. The odds of it happening are fairly low, but I hope if you ever had to give them up to keep your life you wouldn’t feel that you were no longer a real woman. There’s more to you than a pair of boobs, —- you’ve got legs too!

Actually, I’ve never been able to tell by just looking. I think it’s what’s inside her head and heart that makes a woman “real.”

PICTURE YOU POSTED TO YOUR BLOG – SEPTEMBER 23, 2013

Post title “Shopping Trip” picture notation “Retail therapy”

PERHAPS YOU’D LIKE SOMETHING FROM TIFFANY’S –SEPTEMBER 19, 2013

Hello Daughter,

The announcement of your retirement doesn’t come as a total surprise to me. I felt something had changed. I noticed the casual photographs that you’d been posting in recent months were mostly all taken last year. It worried me that you might not be feeling well, but I also thought maybe she’s just getting bored, going through hormonal change or possibly she’s gotten married, if she isn’t already.

I won’t try to explain why, it’s too weird, but ever since I happened across a video titled “Danica’s Diary” on Youtube last summer you’ve been important to me. It wasn’t because you’re attractive; in fact that was more of an obstacle. I saw you as a daughter, not mine, but His. I was to speak to you, but I didn’t know how. I’d never done anything like it before. I’m not a good communicator. You were going to think I was a nutter, maybe with good reason. I sent pictures and wrote things, a lot of it silly, hopefully some of it wasn’t.

I want this to be a happy decision that you’ve made for happy reasons, but don’t put your feet up; you’ve got too much potential. Make this an exciting new life, there’s a lot of worthwhile stuff to do. You say you’ll continue to monitor from time to time so if you don’t mind I’ll continue to annoy.

I thought you might like something from Tiffany’s. This was the cheapest thing I could find.

I wish you the best, my spirit loves yours.

YOU ANNOUNCE YOUR RETIREMENT – SEPTEMBER 19, 2013

Well, after over 30 years in the business the time has come for me to slip out of my silky stockings and 6 inch heels and retire from the business.

I have had an amazing journey over the years; I’ve worked with some amazing people and I’ve travelled the world with my work. I have been so very lucky to have been able to work within this industry for so many years but I always promised myself to leave this business whilst still on a high and that time has now come.

I want to thank all of my fans who I have gained over the years, some of which remember me from the very beginning, all those years ago.

Thank you for your loyalty and for being part of my journey. Thank you also for all the support you gave me when I set up ‘JustDanica’, for your e-mails, your comments and the biggest thank you for signing up to the site and helping to make it a huge success.

My career would never have lasted this long without each and every one of you buying the magazines I have appeared in, watching the videos that I have performed for and for becoming a member of my own site. Thank you for never tiring of me and always wanting to see more.

The site will remain up indefinately so that you’ll always have access to my photos and videos and I’ll still be here, in the background, to reply to you when time permits.

There are a few more sets and videos to come that have already been shot but they will be the last updates to appear on the site.

Well, thats about it, just one last goodbye and the biggest thank you to you all. It’s been fun, in fact, I’ve had a ball, but it’s time for me to hang up my stockings and put my feet up.

Lots of Love Danica xxx

(I posted this comment to your announcement:

I’m likely one of the few (males at least) that’s glad you’ve decided to retire your persona. I’ve prayed that one day she’d leave because you wanted to do something else. However the statement that she wished to go “whilst still on a high” sounds like you mistakenly feel you’re on the verge of losing your attractiveness. I never had any to lose so it’s kind of foreign to me, but have you noticed that the Earth’s axial tilt is still at 23.4 degrees and we’re continuing to rotate at 1675 km/h?

Have you really read the words that have been sent to you? Do you think there aren’t others who’ve seen something even more lovely behind your facade of sexuality?

I’m not concerned about your persona, but the “real you” can be more appealing today than you were yesterday and even more beautiful.

Whilst still on a high? If you think it’s downhill from here you need to kick that thought to the curb, you’ll nowhere near your peak yet young lady.)

I CAN UNDERSTAND SQUIRRELS – SEPTEMBER 01, 2013

Beware Odette!

I’m sorry, I meant Danica. I don’t know why I addressed you by that name, but having read that you have a phobia of birds I felt it best to give a warning. Now squirrels I can understand, fuzzy little buggers, but why birds? What did the birds do to you? — Were they angry?

There’s a lake where swans bevy, the locals believe it’s cursed, but that’s another story. Its name is on the tip of my tongue —- ptooey. No, — it was just a feather. Anyway, I was kayaking when I saw this Black Swan. Years ago I’d seen one on television with Tyrone Power and Maureen O’Hara, but that was a pirate ship. Perhaps you have a few there in Britain however they are native to Australia so it’s a highly improbable event to see one in the wild here in Ohio.

It must have escaped captivity or been let go. I felt concern as I wondered if the wild swans would accept it. Actually most of Ohio’s wild swans aren’t indigenously ours; I think they may have been yours. Then again, yours belong to the Queen. I doubt she would have given them to us. I hope we didn’t steal them. I really don’t know and I find that disturbing. Regardless, they’re Mute so they were brought here from someplace. Our native ones, being American, are Trumpeters.

I found it to be a very friendly bird, likely because someone had been feeding it.

A thought just occurred to me. Would you like to go dining? Why would I want to fly south? Oh!

I don’t suppose there’s much point in asking if you’d care to watch an old Hitchcock movie. You know the hero in that film was the DB2 convertible that at the end carried the family to safety. With LH-drive it was one rare bird, but not the least bit scary unless you have Autophobia. If I did, I’d take a friend along whenever I wanted to go for a spin. Would ——–

Danica, some people might compare you to a swan. I won’t, that’d be a terrible thing to do to someone that suffers with Ornithophobia. Aren’t you glad however that you’re not afflicted with Gymnophobia or your “fans” with Caligynephobia?

You may not enjoy bird watching, but this short video on YouTube made me think of you.

To some degree at least, we all have phobias. A couple of mine are Tyrannophobia and Nucleomituphobia, especially when you combine them.

PHOTO YOU POSTED TO YOUR BLOG – AUGUST 26, 2013

Sidewalk bench on Cranley Gardens across from Saint Yeghiche’s Arminian Church.

I HOPE YOU’RE NOT SHOWING TOO MUCH – AUGUST 04, 2013

Ahoy Danica!

I think a classic mahogany runabout would complement your style. Names such as Gar Wood, Century, Dodge and Chris-Craft come to mind and I especially like the designs of John L. Hacker who taught others how to plane rather than plow. Perhaps you’d prefer one of Carlo Riva’s Aquaramas.

Anchors away!

Before you sail off there’s something that’s bothering me. I think you’re showing too much when you do exterior shoots at the Harlescott Barns complex in Shrewsbury.

I first became aware of you from a YouTube video last summer in which you emerged from a dark blue Mini and walked to a brick studio building. I didn’t think much about it then; there were more peculiar things on my mind at the time. However recently I saw a teaser clip on your blog that showed the red Mini parked in the same location where the blue one had been a year ago. That caused me to wonder how difficult it would be to locate that studio. I was a little surprised to find it wasn’t hard to do.

I’m sure 99+% of your “fans” wish you no harm, but I also know that here in the US for each 10,000 in population there can be 20 individuals who will or have committed some type of sexual crime. I looked for that video I’d seen a year ago. It has now been viewed close to 40,000 times. That doesn’t equate to 80 of those viewers being sexual predators, there’s no way to know that, but it wouldn’t take more than 1.

If there be wolves among the sheep what would prevent one from identifying the vehicle you drive, where you park it and when you announce that “I’m headed up the M6 to shoot more naughty stuff” wouldn’t they know to look for it? It isn’t while you’re there that concerns me it’s when you would leave to return home. One might lay in wait to follow you. Or a GPS tracker could be attached magnetically to the underside of your car in literally two seconds then used to monitor your itinerary from a smartphone or computer until the battery needed recharged. That could be a week’s worth of information that I imagine you’d rather not be known.

I hope you’re already throwing out red herrings to put the hounds off the track, but if not, I would urge you to at least stop announcing when you’ll be headed up the M6. Speak of it after you come back or just lie about it and say you’re going when you’re not going. I wouldn’t care if your persona lied about everything, after all she is a fantasy, but consider the distress it would cause me if you found yourself tucked away in someone’s basement. Who would I send these lovely emails to?

DAUGHTER – JULY 14, 2013

Recently three young women were rescued from a house in Cleveland, Ohio where they had been held as sex slaves for ten years. Ages 14, 16, and 21 when abducted, they were kept chained and often naked in dog cages. fiat justita ruat caelum

Dear Danica,

God created Eve to be a partner not a slave. The spirit He gave her was of no less value to Him than the one given to Adam.

From His being born of a virgin mother, to having first appeared to women after His resurrection, the presence of females in the testaments regarding the life of Jesus was without precedent. Whenever they describe His contact with a woman He always deals with her as a person in her own right.

For example: In the testament of Mark is the story of a woman who has had a bleeding disorder for twelve years. She is desperate, physically weak, with no money, and no status in the community. Many likely considered her worthless if they considered her at all.

Jesus has become well known as a healer. Jairus, a respected Jewish leader, asks Him to come to his house to save his daughter who is seriously ill. The woman believes that if she could just touch Jesus she too would be healed. A large crowd follows as He makes His way to Jairus’s home so it’s difficult but she pushes through and is able to get close enough to reach out and touch His back. Immediately she can feel a change take place in her body.

Jesus stops, — turns and says “who touched Me.” His apostles are bewildered because everybody is pressing and bumping into them. However He’s not really asking a question, the woman knows He knows and she’s afraid because by Jewish purity laws she shouldn’t have even been in the crowd. Everyone she’s touched is ritually unclean and must go through the process of bathing, changing clothes and being by themselves until evening. To do such a thing when Jairus’s daughter is dying?

To say the people are going to be angry with her is an understatement but the woman trembling with fear for what they might do to her comes forward and confesses. Jesus addresses her in a way He’ll do nowhere else in scripture. He calls her Daughter, “Barthee” in Aramaic. Not “daughter of” but “My Daughter.” He tells her that her faith made her well and to go in peace healed of her affliction, then He proceeds to Jairus’s home to restore “his daughter” who is now said to be dead. It is unlikely anyone in that crowd would ever again think of the woman Jesus called “My Daughter” as worthless.

I don’t profess to truly understand, I can’t prove, it either speaks to one’s heart or it doesn’t. The woman is not just my sister; she represents all women, all people and her physical affliction the affliction of sin that we all have to confess to Him. As with me she likely didn’t truly grasp the depth of who He is but it was her faith in Him rather than adherence to the laws of her religion that made her His Daughter.

I don’t know you, I don’t understand you, I’ll never meet you but your spirit, filled with potential, is of great worth to God and for some reason He chose to trouble me to speak to you. This time just with words.

IS THIS YOUR DAY? – JULY 01, 2013

Good morning young lady!

I’m a little confused. —— Never mind that, let’s move on.

I had seen that you were 48 then it changed to 49 a few months ago. Of course we all get older, at least to a point. The problem is I’ve Googled you and sources say you were born July 01, 1965. Your bio page gives no birth date; it just said something about being too old to know better and that you didn’t care. (“That —– whatever?”) If July 01, 1965 is correct, dual powered calculation indicates you wouldn’t have even been 48 until today. I always loved math. I was never good at it until I got one of these electronic things, but I always loved it.

Most people trek in the other direction when they fudge their age. Did your trip begin in 1981? Or do you reckon time in a different manner on the eastern side of the Atlantic? I know things happen later here on the western side. You might want to consider moving. I have an extra room. It came with a vase.

The wine and roses celebrate your day. I hope you like “a bit” of wine. It seems like a mix of ethanol and grape juice to me. Doctor Dionysus said I have the taste buds of a six year old. I thought: “That’s extra ordinary; I’ll add them to my organ donor list.” Should it be from mishap or common causes it would please my spirit to know that my demise had helped some unfortunate tasteless person.

The vase came from a garage sale in Portland. Have you ever heard of Portland? It’s a little town in Indiana. There’s one in the state of Maine too and Oregon as well. I don’t know why they stuck one in Indiana, there’s no port, just land. Kind of deceitful if you have a boat and I’ve got two.

I didn’t really need the garage and the vase is sort of old, but I thought it would go nice with your roses, the vase, not the garage. Well, I suppose there’s no reason the garage couldn’t too, but I was hoping to turn it into a guest cottage. (“If I had a guest.”)

With no home address given (“smart move on her part”) I sent your gift digitally. (“Why didn’t I go all out and send jewelry instead of that old vase from Portland and a glass of ethanol?”) Digital will last forever. (“Unless she deletes it.”) You’re not going to delete it are you? Why did I bother?

THERE ARE YOUNGER WOMEN I COULD ANNOY! ONES THAT WANT TO KNOW BETTER.

I’m sorry! —- Happy Birthday!

If it isn’t your birthday then Happy Canada Day! (“Why would she want to celebrate Canada Day she’s not Canadian?”)

Argh! Go ahead and delete it.

Whatever her age, God will always love His daughter. Actually I — just thought I’d throw that in.

MINI AND ME – June 03, 2013

Dear Danica,

One of my nieces owns a Mini; hers is red with green eyes.

Hope all is well and you too.

Beep – Beep!

SHE’S ON THE MOVE – May 16, 2013

Dear Danica,

I called a taxi for you. It’s rather old and has traveled some distance.

Where will you be going?

I’ve gone “out” and come “back,” I’ve looked “around,” I go “to” and afterwards I’ve been “to,” but as best as I can recall, I’ve never been “round and about.”

It sounds like fun.

FLORA, DANICA – APRIL 15, 2013

Dear Danica,

Here in the United States this is the day of collective mourning as that which must be rendered unto Caesar has come due. It’s put me into a state of melancholy so I hoped it might be uplifting to talk of gardening.

It would be logical for you to favor flora, but I like to plant things that can be eaten. There are flowers I could eat, but I think they’re better suited to those with more discriminating palates. Such are the squirrels from the wood who come into my yard to eat them, fuzzy varmints.

I have little knowledge of floral culinary art, but I understand the root of the Monkshood goes great with beef, potatoes, and onion as a dish to serve those who’ve stayed beyond their welcome. I know it’s also said that tossing a few Angel Trumpets into a salad can make it so sumptuous that your guests are sure to lose their minds. Even a bit of Oleander can turn any meal into a heart stopping experience. I’m sure there are several other delectable bulbs and blossoms I could add to my dinner party cuisine if I were just a bit more deleterious.

Those are Narcissus aren’t they? Maybe that’s only if you’re Greek? I don’t think the fuzzy varmints eat those. That would be a tragedy. Shortly before he fell ill a friend told me it was because they’re narcissistic. That seemed to make sense, but I’m not a Psychologist. I prefer Daffodils myself, but I’ve never thought about ingesting them. Maybe I’d be motivated to try if I had someone special to entertain.

I’m feeling better now. It was great to talk gardening with you and may I extend an invitation to dine should you ever travel this way.

Bon Appétit!

Look, a Claytonia virginica!

ELEOS – MARCH 31, 2013

Dear Danica,

Christmas is a nice birthday party, but this is the day for celebrating The Gift of true love.

God loves you! He loves your “fans!” He even loves me! I often fail Him and seldom return His love so I’d think He’d have little use for me.

But I came to understand that mercy was a gift He offered even though I didn’t deserve it. I couldn’t earn it; otherwise it wouldn’t be a gift. I could accept it or not, I could love Him or not, a simple choice; mine to make.

You may not believe what I believe, but I hope you don’t object that as the sun rises this morning I will first thank God for the eleos He gave to me then I will ask that, among others, He bless you and the ones you hold near.

The article linked below appeared in the “Telegraph” this past Thursday. The Shroud of Turin along with the Sudarium of Oviedo, are to me, the two most fascinating pieces of cloth in existence. They are possible witnesses to the most loving event to have occurred in human history. I’d think anyone familiar with these artifacts would, at the least, be intrigued by the genius of the forger if they are faked and if they aren’t fake all the more intriguing.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/italy/9958678/Turin-Shroud-is-not-a-medieval-forgery.html

Even if real the Shroud can’t prove that Jesus was the Christ. And it could be the burial garment of someone else that was scourged and crucified during that first century. There will never be undisputed evidence until He returns. And I expect there to be some tough sledding before that happens. I put my faith in Him not in linen; I’ve got this book that says that’s what I have to do.

Patches of snow still remain, but the first of the crocuses in my yard have begun to bloom. Spring is here and now I plan to partake of some hot cross buns with apricot jam.

I wish you a Joyous Easter!

DANICA SAINT PATRICK? – MARCH 10, 2013

Dear Danica,

Patrick, a Romano-British man, saw the Trinity in the Shamrock of Ireland. Although poorly treated, he Loved, as can anyone else whatever heritage they might be. About half of my own, some Eire, some Ulster-Scots, came from the Emerald Isle, but that was in centuries long passed by. So with the Saint’s Day only a week away I’ll ask your opinion. Does this Cailín Deas look like Airish fowk to thee?

I thought so, now to a quite different note.

I saw you identified as an MILF. You’re a member of the Moro Islamic Liberation Front? I wouldn’t have guessed that.

Ohhhh, it’s milf not MILF, you’re a milf aren’t you? Or could it be that you’re a milf in the MILF? That would be crazy; the MILF would never refer to one of their members as a milf, you must simply be a plain old milf. NOoo! I didn’t mean “old” and obviously you aren’t “plain.” I meant you’re a common milf. NOOOO!! You’re certainly not “common.” I, I don’t — you’reee — A VERY NICE -milf so I’ll wish you a “Happy Mothering Sunday!” Yes, I will, — I just did.

You got off to a good start at Daytona then not so much at Phoenix. How do you think you’ll do at Vegas today? Wait! —Never mind. I apologize for that, it was the milf thing, it put me off focus.

Enjoy the new week,

To Cyber Command: If one of your computers flags this email message on its way to your archives in Utah I want to clarify that to the best of my knowledge Ms. Collins is not a member of the Moro Islamic Liberation Front. Actually, it’s my understanding that she’s a mother you’d like. Honest, you can trust me. Well, okay, but it was only that one time. Give my regards to General Alexander.

IF SHE’D BEEN MINE – FEBRUARY 10, 2013

Dear Danica,

I send you Valentine wishes for a day that may remind one of love that never existed, was lost or thrown away. I decided I’d sort of adopt you this year. Aren’t you lucky? Of course in reality you’re not mine, but it made me think about what it might have been like to have had a daughter.

I’d want her to understand my love for her mother so that she could discern what was true when young men offered theirs to her. We’d make cakes and cards for birthdays, select memories for her Mother’s Day and at random devise devious deeds to annoy that woman hoping she would retaliate against us.

We’d camp, take hikes in the wood, build sand castles on the beach, collect stones along the shore, visit museums and historic sites. I’d show her how to ride a bicycle and later how to drive a car. There would be a puppy or a kitten if she preferred. I’d read books to her until she could read to me. We’d plant trees, flowers, fruits and vegetables. Build houses for butterflies and birds. I’d tell her that I thought we enjoyed doing these things because our spirits had been made in the image of the One that creates.

There’d be talk of important thoughts. We’d help neighbors when in need. She’d select toys and gifts to give anonymously to other children who otherwise might not get any. She’d get things she wanted too, but not everything because we’re not meant to be slaves to things.

I’d help with school lessons, but I wouldn’t do them for her. That way, at some point, my help would no longer be needed. Maybe she’d want to learn to play a musical instrument. I never did, there was a lot I never experienced that I’d want for her. She’d have chores to do, many we’d do together. When she became a teenager I’d teach her how to shoot a shotgun and a pistol. She’d fear no one.

She’d learn about money, save some, invest some, she’d be better at it than I am. We’d start little businesses mostly for fun, but also because I’d want her to know how to overcome failure, how to succeed, how to be independent. We’d plan for her future; explore different professions so that she could decide what she’d like best to do with “her life.”

One day this beautiful young woman, in whom I had invested a lifetime of love, might decide to take a path I did not like. I would tell her so and argue that she wasn’t meant to be cheese used to bait a trap! Regardless, I’d always love her. My heart would heal; it’d just be a matter of some time.

Danica, this was a silly thing to have written you. I never had a daughter and my heart, its fine.

Aren’t I Lucky?

A CHANCE OF SNOW – JANUARY 05, 2013

Dear Danica,

I hope the drummers arrived. He said you’d have to look for them but they’d be there.

Have you had snow? About 10 inches fell here the second day of Christmas. Let’s see, that would be a bit over 25 centimeters. I had to travel Christmas Day so I was glad it held off but then again I like snow. Maybe not always but for the most part it makes Christmas brighter and more fun, especially if you’re young. Forecasting its occurrence has come a long way in the past half century. They predicted this event to the hour and the inch. Years ago it often came as a surprise. I kind of miss that.

I don’t remember the exact date; I believe it was in January of the year 1963. I would have been almost twelve and on the farm. They had predicted “a chance” of snow and it had begun before I arrived at school that day. My sister, who is ten years older, lived in the nearest town seven miles away. Mother was going to spend the day with her until it would be time to pick up my father after work and then she would return home with him.

The snow was now coming down heavy. Too heavy, school would close at noon. Even then the bus had difficulty getting me back to the farm. When it got stuck it was within a quarter mile so I walked the rest of the way rather than wait for Mr. Anthony to pull us free with his Allis-Chalmers WD-45.

By the time my father’s workday had ended the roads were well drifted shut and he and my mother were forced to stay at my sister’s house. My being alone may have been a cause of concern for mom but I was Okay with it. As it turned out I’d be Okay with it for three days.

That evening the thought occurred that it would be a good idea to make some doughnuts. I’d never made doughnuts before. It’d be fun. A combination of cooking oil, high heat, and a house temporarily inaccessible to the fire department might make my mother a little apprehensive so for her sake I didn’t tell her my plan when she had checked on me earlier by phone. I was always a very considerate child. Besides it would be easy; there was this book that told how. On the cover was a picture of a woman. She too was likely someone’s mother, someone you could rely on. I’m sure you would have thought so too.

Well, she wasn’t! They didn’t come out looking like doughnuts and they didn’t taste like doughnuts either! At least not ones you’d be accustom to buying at a bakery. They had an artisan style about them with greater heft and a more dense hardy texture. I gave her that.

Danica, this experience taught me two important life lessons. You can’t always trust books and you can eat almost anything if it contains sugar and is deep fried or at least I did.

By ten that night the storm had ended, the wind died, the sky cleared, and a full moon made everything a kind of blue. It was so bright you really didn’t need artificial light if you were outside. Normally by that time I would have had to have been in bed for the coming school day. But this wasn’t normal was it; there would be no school the next day, no one to tell me what to do. I could do what I wanted. I wanted to be outside not in bed so I put on my boots, a snow suit, bagged some of the “doughnuts” inside a pack, and along with my collie dog “Duke” went exploring. We walked the fence rows, through woodlots, and along a creek. After a couple of hours we stopped and sat against an old oak that grew on a ridge overlooking an open field. There, Duke and I rested and ate these things that were kind of crispy and sort of sweet.

It wasn’t just quiet, it was absolutely silent. The moon light sparkling on the snow made the field look like it was covered with millions of blue diamonds. It’s at times like that you know there is a Creator.

This month I’ve sent you my vision of a De Beers nightmare. An improbable meteorological event but possibly one you’d enjoy.

Burr, you look “icey,”

P.S. The hat that you’re wearing, did you make it?

SOMEONE DIFFERENT? – DECEMBER 02, 2012

Dear Danica,

It’s December, in only a few weeks Christmas will be over; and it just began in August. Time flies, when I was a kid we used to have this day in November called “Thanksgiving.” I don’t remember what it was for? It had something to do with turkeys. The next day Santa would show up downtown. He’d give you a peppermint cane, ask if you’d been good (there’s always a catch), and what you wanted him to bring you on Christmas Eve. It was a pretty good deal back then, but I guess fame went to his head. Today, kids have to pay just to have their picture taken with him.

Do you have a tree? I have several; I keep most of them in the yard. They came with my house. Some of my neighbors put lights on theirs and tether to the ground balloon characters such as snowmen, deer, Santa on a motorcycle, dinosaurs; you know, the traditional stuff. They look especially nice when displayed next to the ones still up from Halloween. Reminds me a little bit of Las Vegas, I kind of wonder what the people there do for Christmas, it must be spectacular.

The lady in this greeting looks quite festive; don’t you think?

I was going to do a picture of you, but I thought: “she already has lots of pictures of herself; I think she would appreciate seeing someone different. Yes, someone different, that would be a great idea. — I’m so imaginative.”

Actually, — the more I look at her; — she bears you a resemblance. WAIT! — This is just another picture of you. — RATS!!!

Sorry! I know you must be disappointed.

Well Danica, all I can say is: May God bless you and the ones you love!

P.S. And all the best during our next trip around the sun.

Those are probably your lips too? — They were supposed to be mine! —–Yeah, they’re definitely yours.

This eggnog tastes kind of strange.

A BOND GIRL? –NOVEMBER 2012

A Bond Girl, maybe?

OCTOBER 07, 2012

Dear Ms. Collins,

A while back I was searching YouTube for a feature about the race car driver Danica Patrick when I noticed one called “Danica’s Diary.” It wasn’t the right Danica so I’m not quite sure why I clicked on it, curiosity I guess.

The personality projected by the woman in that video was a bit brassy and fun. I liked her so I visited her website. I gotta tell ya, probably 90% of what’s on that site goes a little further than what I’m comfortable with. I wouldn’t likely ever become a member but the remaining 10% haunted me. There were two women: one real, the other a fantasy. The fantasy might take my breath away but it was the real one that I liked and I’ve felt for some time that there was something I wanted to communicate to her but I didn’t know what it was. At first, I thought maybe I just wanted to show her the way “I saw her” so I did an illustration. However after I finished it I felt, “this isn’t so much the way I see her, it’s the way I think she wants to see herself.” Then the whole idea seemed a little dumb so I never sent it.

The other day I went back and took a look to see what new postings had been made since I’d last visited. I happened upon a comment where she was asked about her religion. She responded that she wasn’t religious but more spiritual. After reading that I knew what it was I wanted to tell the real her.

I may not be what people would call religious either but I am a Christian. I consider myself a member of “The Church” but I don’t belong to a church. I believe that good and evil are real forces. Not so much because of what happens in the world around me but because of the constant conflict they wage within me. I don’t fear so much what others can do to me; they can only harm my body. It’s myself I fear because of the damage I’m capable of doing to my spirit, fatal damage. Overall there isn’t a lot that I truly understand so I place my faith in God’s Christ for the rest.

Danica, if you’re there. My message to you is this: I know next to nothing about you but I know you’ve had many difficulties and that more will come your way before the journey ends. I don’t think we have much in common but I love your spirit and I’ve begun including you in my prayers not because I think God hears me more than he would you but because we all could use as much support as we can get. Most important, I know that God loves you whether you currently believe in him or not. I think he just wanted another imperfect person to communicate that to you for the benefit of both of us.

I wish all the best for you and have a good week!

P.S. That’s w-e-e-k.

I read that you liked Aston Martin automobiles. I also read that your favorite power tool was a jigsaw. I enjoy doing illustrations of cars and that sort of stuff and at one time I worked for a company that made, among other things, jigsaws. Now, you’re kind of witty so I wasn’t sure if you were joking about jigsaws. Maybe there’s something kinky about them that I’m not aware of? It did however strike me that you rather resemble a human version of the Aston Martin which motivated me to do the illustration that I said I was going to send but never did. I enjoyed seeing the artwork by Mr. J. Aton that you posted so I’ve decided to go ahead and attach this thing. I’m not sending it to get you to post it I just thought since I had referred to it you might be curious about it. Now, there were those who thought Mr. Aton should have showed more of you and I’ve used less than he did. However that doesn’t mean the rest of you couldn’t be totally naked, in fact I think in the picture I based it on you were, and keep in mind: it is about the car.

SEPTEMBER 12, 2012

Danica,

Your videos don’t always have to be “nude and rude” unless you wish to maintain that as a barrier that separates the professional from the private part of your life. You pepper your diary with a few non sexual personal activities here and there why not an occasional non sexual video? I’m not sure why but I think seeing you doing something that isn’t sexy would be kind of sexy. You strike me as an intelligent woman and I find that sexy too, I doubt that I’m the only one.

Do a short tour of someplace you like. Make a little clip that features a hobby you enjoy. Go shopping for plants in a garden-center. Interview Simon about his Vespa or why he got into glamour photography or have him interview you as to why you became a model. Do a funny prank. A woman having fun is sexy even when it doesn’t involve sex. There is nothing a man likes more than to please a woman, when you convey that you’re having fun that in itself is a fantasy for a lot of men and they will enjoy it.

Those are my suggestions,