I am also grateful to Geri Ungurean for suggesting Brave browser with the Duck Duck Go search extension as an alternative to Google’s Chrome and search engine. The goal is to allow open searches and cut down on tracking and ads.
I installed Brave, took the option to let Brave copy over my bookmarks from Chrome and then searched for Duck Duck Go from the Brave browser where I found a link to install it as an extension.
I did some other tweaks to the home page like disabling fake news feeds. So far things are working all right. I am also looking at the Opera browser now that I’m in the mood to try new software.
Helen laughed when she heard Headquarters claimed Bill was killed in the raid. “They don’t even know who Bill is,” she said. “The agents we arrested in that kaleidoscope of tunnels made plea bargains before Headquarters heard anything of it.”
“I wonder when the rats will start running.” Timothy added, “I hope they think it’s safe to implement the spider protocol.”
The water in the coffee’s hot. The sand upon the beach is too. When simple duty will not do temptations offer what they’ve got. So, should I stray or should I not? A vortex has much snow to hurl. With stormy wrath the wind will whirl me where I do not want to go. I see the signs. They tell me: “No. Rejoice and stay. Let faith unfurl.”
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “whirl” to be used a C line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge.
I am trying to learn Hebrew. I hope to get far enough to be able to read Genesis. I thought I knew the first verse already, but with a little exposure to what I don’t know even that verse remains a mystery.
The first thing one needs to learn is the alef bet. Here’s a song to help with that which I found among the many helpful videos on the Hebrew with Mayim channel. One can also learn these letters from the Learn Hebrew With Daniel channel, and many other places. Although that eye makes me suspicious, I figure if I ever understand this video I would finally know the alef bet. I’m not there yet.
One approach to creation is to think of God creating the Hebrew language first and then using that language to speak reality into existence out of nothing. That seemed to be Rabbi Mordechai Kraft’s message. His talk fascinated me from the beginning to the abracadabra at the end.
Rabbi Michael Skobac goes into this in even more detail. Perhaps there is also a code in the Torah as Rabbi Moshe Zeldman suggests. All of these people have convinced me that Hebrew is a language set apart, a holy language, perhaps very close to the “Edenics” spoken in Eden according to Isaac Mozeson.
So I’m trying to learn Hebrew and combine whatever I might ultimately learn with a Christian perspective.
Love comes when the mountains ring and valleys rise to roar. They rang, I fear. Oh, can’t you hear? I love you more and more.
The prompt for Chel Owens’ A Mused Poetry Contest is to write “a funny love poem inside a greeting card”. Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt is “romance”. It is Valentine’s Day. I am only hoping the above is romantic and funny enough.
A very short story of mine, “Moon Walk”, was publishedin Whispers and Echoes. It also has a Valentine’s Day theme. I am grateful to the editor for selecting it.
Back in freezing Chicago as snow plows uncovered a buried street, Timothy learned at Headquarters that the raid in Miami killed his partner Bill. He delivered the zip file and reported the compromised safe house.
Timothy hoped Bill’s raid was successful, but he knew that any intel he’d receive should be viewed as psyops. Still, scraps of it might be true. From his back door to their communication system he identified and then disabled the assassin they hoped would take him out once he left the building.
Walking down the street with fresh snow falling Timothy smiled to think that those whiz kids at Headquarters wouldn’t believe how few bits he had to flip in that zip file to plow away their covers and expose them.
Around deception there is stealth. It covers up the root word steal. Deceivers hope we won’t reveal that there is more than earthly health. Behold the idol. See its wealth? It rots. It burns. It turns to dust. Without true change those dying must resettle with the trash of hell. Look down with dread. That dropping well grows deep with lies betraying trust.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “steal” to be used in a B line of a décima for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge.
I was thinking of Revelation 21:8. The photos are an attempt to hint at what’s still available should one change one’s mind if one hasn’t already.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 