I still be waiting on Heaven and Earth


I still be waiting on Heaven and Earth to move my fingers across the page to scribe with freedom, just as the freedom of a one night stand of thrice decades removed, ”moving along shall we”? Oh the mighty blog of the second Millennium or what ever we are to name this decade number two.

Global connection upon my fingertips, fleeting bit of information, random thoughts, instant, nay same time information, or perhaps “just in time information”? Nay again the cursed words of “real time” communication.

Expelling grammar reprehensible to language scholars, weeding ideas to expose the soil of my thoughts, none committal yet then again never wrong, yeh never wrong, explained as a diagram of the latissimi dorsi or a frogs shoulder muscles, exposed to view, though I be neither the creator of such much less the keeper of thus.

So and to and to and fro the words will not come, thoughts brought forth thru conjuring of abstracts, haste a quaff of wine or perchance the bowl of tobacco to further review the course to follow, only constrained upon the seas by winds by tides and by soloist at the helm. I return then.

Yet alas I must rest on this thought as the surgeon before my appointed time draws toward. In the morn a doctor who thankfully, or more better yet “God thankfully” protest a practice of bile’s or humors or leeches too boot. Rather a shingle hung with oath towards prophet. Providing his service of true Craftsman. I salute your statue, skill and knowledge with patience. “Hail to medicine, hail the patient’s patience”. As I in turn hail thee my Good Surgeon.

I trust my blog will idle, till next I may profess. Stay well,

McTell and his elements.

Sed etiam nunc hodie……………

Body and mine seek-out the pain removed. Will there be devil upon my infliction?

From golden light upon a horizon the waking birds begin a song.

Has the “Good Doctor” performed with inspiration ? Rise up and now I wait.

Me mind and body synchronize, trusting. Are Heavens and stars aligned?

Is patience of this patient be rewarded? This body indeed proclaims.

At the end his talents richly honed, no measurement of Solidus will replace.

“A good surgeon has an eagle’s eye, a lion’s heart, and a lady’s hand.”

Medical Volvelle

Medical Volvelle

The Day the Dollar Died (Part XIV)


The Day the Dollar Died (Part XIV).

A continuing series from a pair of bloggers…it is fiction.  Being said, a true eye opener of fiction.  Not confused with fiction of “the literary kind”, fiction delivered thru group of circumstance much like “a perfect storm”, the consequences of a Federal government becoming way to large, the need for states rights to remain our rights together as the United States of America and to a large degree the social, political, monetary disruption to civilized society of the citizens of the states. IT ain’t pretty.  Read on, enjoy.  A most worthy gathering of actions, well written, and their immediate impact brought forth into daily lives.

The Day the Dollar Died (Part XI)


The Day the Dollar Died (Part XI).

A somewhat proactive series.  Upon closer reading I and I hope others will find as a eye-opening read.  When government becomes too large, or simply overbearing consequences arise. A continuum fictional series from a pair of most excellent bloggers.

As a side note from me… Having lived a bit in age, but not enough for some, upon this remark I remain humble with respect to refrain from conclusions.

Ask yourself if not the words of their blog (The Day the Dollar Died) seeming at worst the overtakings of history in form, such as a tailor suggest short or long cuff upon your trouser sir? Indeed we read the news or listen between moments of sentimentality at times feeling its abrasiveness?  Better yet, discount or trivialize the daily events I feel a bit repulsed too, no patronizing here.  Or have we as citizens of a most exceptional country, one with out kings nor queens the posers of leadership, manmade reflected as God-given? Indeed  too those of religion, fudictary enslavement, mere mentalist who prey upon a weary society collectively or individuals alone. Posing in black and white, posing in Peace or War, feast or famine alas sorrowfuly preadotor or prey.  Those of religious sentiments posers, yes simply posers,  as leaders or demigods upon who we or you or I must submitt inherit rights of life and all of lifes wounderments from cradle to grave?? Ffound a country, nursed and thrived too now as never before in our (USA) history found yes ourselves arriving upon the crossroads upon the threshold which divides nay reinitialize or restores to us the principals and philosophy which brought The United States of America into existence, the root of precursor to charity without a handout, abhorrence to Imperialism and dedication towards good will to all men.  Yes again…….Too all men.

Never should we bury our eyes, our ears nor minds to contrary. Allow the syllables to ring forth, contrary, the bastard steward of ignorance. If I may be so bold to whisper or shout. History now is here, is with us. History is our soul, our nourishment the seed of salvation if need be. Our country remain as always…….”All we have is now and now we are all we have”.  God Bless America.  And God Bless You.

McTell Alaska 09-01