“Finally” – The Office of POOFness Weekly Report – 4.25.21

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” The Office of Poofness “

FINALLY…. Yes

Finally we put it to the test
Dedicate to the true believer in you
Finally put it to the test
Finally
Make no mistake to the mainstream
Music be the master planner
Just like the books you read
You’ll hear it on your radio scanner
It’s not so much what you know
Or who you know that’s coming
Its what you do regardless
Its what you do… eventually
Finally we put it to the test
Dedicate to the true believer in you
Finally put it to the test
Finally
I’ve seen them running, down and out
Never mind the good intentions
A dreamer with a reason to live
Is as clear as his next invention
You take a second look to find
A second chance at giving
The voices say do not despair
There’s a real good reason you’re living
I could feel the earth moving
I could see sky falling
We can chase the storm
We can sing the rain
Walk the final distance
Live this life again
Finally we put it to the test
Dedicate to the true believer in you
Finally put it to the test telling me to let go
I can feel the earth moving (i can sing the rain)
I can feel the rain coming (live this life again)
I can feel the storm
I can sing the rain
I can free my heart
Live this life again
You can choose to stand
You can choose to fall
You can see the rain
You can have it all
I can feel the rain coming
I can feel the earth moving
I can feel the love coming
I can feel the earth moving
I can feel the rain coming
I can feel the love coming
I can feel the earth moving

POOF SAID

Greetings and Salutations,

There are things afoot and events in the making that will make everyone happier…..

We are making many changes and assessing the efforts of all to break through the needed breakdowns essential toward making the forthcoming disbursement that everyone expects.

Several options are being considered which have always been playing around the edges. One being crypto, another being deposits and the other being checks to recipients, “that is the least desirable.” Then we have the bankers still finageling with the manner in which payments are to be made. Just keep the prayer supports coming through and have the needs of the many in mind..

People have waited long enough for this to finally have its day!!!

Love and Kisses,

Poof

SUSAN SAYS

Community,

THE TAXI RIDE

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy’s life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. What I didn’t realize was that it was also a ministry.

Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, and made me laugh and weep.

But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night.

I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory in the industrial part of town.

When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned. So I walked to the door and knocked.

“Just a minute,” answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her eighties stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like someone out of a 1940s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls and no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

“Would you carry my bag out to the car?” she asked. I took the suitcase to the cab and then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. “It’s nothing,” I told her. “I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated.”

“Oh, you’re such a good boy,” she said.

When we got into the cab, she gave me the address, then asked, “Could you drive through downtown, please?” “It’s not the shortest way,” I answered quickly. “Oh, I don’t mind,” she said. “I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.” I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were glistening. “I don’t have any family left,” she continued. “The doctor says I don’t have very long.”

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. “What route would you like me to take?” I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, “I’m tired. Let’s go now.” We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. “How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching into her purse. “Nothing,” I said. “You have to make a living,” she answered. “There are other passengers,” I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. “You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,” she said. “Thank you.”

I squeezed her hand and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life. We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware – beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one…..Unknown

PP’s Update:

Much speculation flowing thru the Airways this week.

All I can say is “it’s been a long time coming”.

Namaste’

Susan

ZAP SAYS

https://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=170930

DID YOU KNOW?

Why is it, as the public, we are only served up bad news? Is it as simple as bad news is more interesting than good news as far as the human psyche goes or is there some devious plot of social manipulation going on? Is it our nature or is it manmade?

The negative is so programed into the public’s mind it has become near impossible anymore to discern truth and when you do discover a truth, what do you do with it? When you compare the amount of good news but in front of the public to the amount of bad news it overwhelmingly favors the bad.

So I Googled “Good News”. To my surprise there is actually a Good News Network. (https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/). In fact almost all of the major networks have online sites that only show and promote inspirational and good news. I would highly recommend instead of being captured by the negative narratives, spit out in what we would call the “Standard News Outlets and Networks “, that you search out the good news. It’s there you just have to make an effort to find it.

My common sense tells me it can’t be good for the human element to constantly be absorbing all this negative energy. One doesn’t need to do all the research and analytics to figure it out. There are numerous studies that have scientifically proven the effect negative energy has on the human element. I would suggest if you have the option of drinking dirty water or clean water, you pick the clean water. If you have the option of absorbing good information of bad information, you choose the good. If you have the option of doing a good deed or a bad deed, you choose the good deed. You will notice an instant effect on how your life will change for the positive.

Why is it on a clear and bright day you can’t see a dark spot anywhere but on a dark night you can see a small light miles away? I can’t help but feel there is a reason why our physical bodies work that way. Call it a built-in self-survival mechanism.

I would list all the nasty shit going in the world to make the point but whether it is fact or conspiracy theory, just thinking that these things exist is in itself damaging to the soul.

The moral of the story is what you feed your body so goes your health, mentally and physically.
P.S. Did You Know?

I had to put this out. If you haven’t noticed or heard the price of construction lumber has sky-rocketed recently. Why? Softwood lumber prices are now about 112% higher than a year ago and some projections have it going up as much as 25% a month in the near future. The effect of this falls directly on the cost of new construction and homes.

The U.S has about 750 million acres of forest land around 40% is owned or regulated either by federal or some state government. The other 60% is owned by private landowners or timber companies. Commercial timber harvest is limited or prohibited on 25% of the land leaving 562.5 million acres harvestable.

The loggers aren’t making any more money. The land owners who have the trees aren’t making any more money. The distribution centers like lumber yards, Home Depot or Lowes aren’t making any more money. Due to timber harvesting laws enacted in 1976 logging operations must plant two trees for every tree harvested. As a result, at least in the U.S., we have more trees now than we did 50 years ago even with increased consumption so it’s not a shortage of lumber.

In the supply chain from tree to lumber the price increase comes from the saw mills. The saw mills use the excuse to justify the price increase that because of the pandemic the mills were forced to close and in order to remain open had to increase prices. Greed has become a pandemic. A greed-demic.
DJ

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