With tummy full of 30 plastic bags, a beached whale is put down. How many whales and other creatures are being killed by man's pollution/
The Chinese are now offering £75,000 for one rhino horn, and the 'save the Rhino charity ask for a £5.00 donation. Are they aware of the annual pay of a Rhino poacher??!
Donkeys are worked to death, Tuna are over-fished, without any thought of his responsibility, man will do anything for profit,
If God gave man dominion over all other life,He expected man to be responsible in His eyes for the use of this power: in this man fails Him.
In the light of experience, could it be that the Bible is wrong, and that God did not give man dominion over; he gave them responsibility for.
Or did He offer mankind a challenge, and assume that with His benign offices, good people would accept this responsibility, and thereby understand the wisdom to be attained by freedom of thought.
In summary, God does not place restrictions upon mankind, He invites man to live up to His standards.
Mankind has a lot to learn, me too..
Archpip Plumtree
Thursday, February 9, 2017
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
The Little Pink Book
Last week I took delivery of my newly published book, 'Plum Tree Faith', and gave a copy to a delightfully positive lady "whose true vocation was to rule the world" For some days there was no news, I expected the severest criticism, then, joy of joys, today she telephoned with that pinnacle of plaudits, "I picked it up and could not put it down".
At the time I was e-mailing my nephew, and so I said to him, the only thing that should interrupt the joy of a good book, is the supreme joy of making love.
Perhaps I now have license to indulge in some sales promotion, but there is no point.
Unless you are making love. right now you should buy this book, if you are making love - please take your time - but once you are disentangled and feeling free, log on to www.frederickwebb.co.uk, and buy this little book.
"It has more new ideas than 2,000 years of sermons".
As few people visit this blog, multiply the enjoyment, spread it out on the internet
and buy more copies for your friends.
Love andf Blossoms
Archpip Plumtree.
At the time I was e-mailing my nephew, and so I said to him, the only thing that should interrupt the joy of a good book, is the supreme joy of making love.
Perhaps I now have license to indulge in some sales promotion, but there is no point.
Unless you are making love. right now you should buy this book, if you are making love - please take your time - but once you are disentangled and feeling free, log on to www.frederickwebb.co.uk, and buy this little book.
"It has more new ideas than 2,000 years of sermons".
As few people visit this blog, multiply the enjoyment, spread it out on the internet
and buy more copies for your friends.
Love andf Blossoms
Archpip Plumtree.
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
Christmas
Christmas.
Walking back home with my nephew, a new Vicar, I pointed to some rain clouds and said. "Look at those clouds, have a word with your boss, we don't want to be rained on". He replied,
"I'm in sales, not management".
That was forty years ago, and looking at the world today, I see a great need for better management. Looking at current wars and unrest, one has to say religions are not good at management. Some are good at domination and oppression, very heavy handed with 'thou shalt not', but not offering any 'thou shalt'. Bearing in mind we celebrate 'peace on earth and goodwill to all men', it seems the message to "set my people free" has been lost.
We spend one day a year living as God expects us to do, and 364 days filling Him with bewilderment and possibly despair. Small wonder that since we murdered His messenger, He has had nothing to say to us. We have to struggle on with a book 2,000 years old, interpreted by robed men whose job depends on convincing us nothing has changed; but it has.
The Archbishop wrings his hands, piously urges us to take in refugees and give to the poor; but has nothing to say to the war mongering empire builders, nor a whisper about blatant tax avoidance. It is as if his intentions are to protect the causes of his piety.
Thus there can be no request for vicars to take up management.
But there can be a clarion call for management to take up God.
Give value to the customers, don't just 'say' they are important, but 'treat' them as important, and help improve the quality of their life, not merely the quantity of your profits.
By using your God given imagination, listen to the voices of the 'little people'.
Archpip Plumtree
Walking back home with my nephew, a new Vicar, I pointed to some rain clouds and said. "Look at those clouds, have a word with your boss, we don't want to be rained on". He replied,
"I'm in sales, not management".
That was forty years ago, and looking at the world today, I see a great need for better management. Looking at current wars and unrest, one has to say religions are not good at management. Some are good at domination and oppression, very heavy handed with 'thou shalt not', but not offering any 'thou shalt'. Bearing in mind we celebrate 'peace on earth and goodwill to all men', it seems the message to "set my people free" has been lost.
We spend one day a year living as God expects us to do, and 364 days filling Him with bewilderment and possibly despair. Small wonder that since we murdered His messenger, He has had nothing to say to us. We have to struggle on with a book 2,000 years old, interpreted by robed men whose job depends on convincing us nothing has changed; but it has.
The Archbishop wrings his hands, piously urges us to take in refugees and give to the poor; but has nothing to say to the war mongering empire builders, nor a whisper about blatant tax avoidance. It is as if his intentions are to protect the causes of his piety.
Thus there can be no request for vicars to take up management.
But there can be a clarion call for management to take up God.
Give value to the customers, don't just 'say' they are important, but 'treat' them as important, and help improve the quality of their life, not merely the quantity of your profits.
By using your God given imagination, listen to the voices of the 'little people'.
Archpip Plumtree
Thursday, November 24, 2016
trumps
Trumps are the declared suit in card games, such as whist and bridge. In whist, the trump suit is declared to the players. In bridge the four players 'bid'for which suit should be trumps, and the winning bidder, 'declares' his best suit as trumps.
When a player has many high cards, such as aces and kings, he can vote to play in 'no trumps' and win his tricks without them.
Donald Trump, is now president of the USA. He knows that an ace can be beaten by the deuce of trumps, that kings sitting on the wrong side of an ace are of little value, and that the last eleventh, twelfth, or thirteenth cards, be they 4,3,and 2, make aces and kings worthless.
The aces, kings, queens, and jacks, have traditional status and position, but if there are but two of them in a hand, opposing six small trump cards in another hand, then the trumps will triumph.
A hand with many trumps, will beat the hand with many aces.
The world has been changed by Donald Trump.
He has sidelined the protocol whereby lackeys can elevate themselves above their competence. His truth is seen as brutal, but passengers and parasites have no place in his plans. He needs solid rock to build on. Great Britain, a haven to all hereditary incompetents, need must wake up to this change.
And so must all religions.
We have had enough of 2000 years of dogma. We ask the church, what has your everlasting and immortal God, got to say about the feelings of the 'flock' whose democratic rights are being overturned by the 'shepherds' entrusted to their care?
Trump wants to change the way we are governed.
The Plum Tree Faith wants to change the way we think about God.
Both want to make living on planet earth happier, more enjoyable, and fulfilling.
Change is inevitable, you either play a part in it, or opt out, the choice is yours.
Blossoms
Archpip Plumtree.
When a player has many high cards, such as aces and kings, he can vote to play in 'no trumps' and win his tricks without them.
Donald Trump, is now president of the USA. He knows that an ace can be beaten by the deuce of trumps, that kings sitting on the wrong side of an ace are of little value, and that the last eleventh, twelfth, or thirteenth cards, be they 4,3,and 2, make aces and kings worthless.
The aces, kings, queens, and jacks, have traditional status and position, but if there are but two of them in a hand, opposing six small trump cards in another hand, then the trumps will triumph.
A hand with many trumps, will beat the hand with many aces.
The world has been changed by Donald Trump.
He has sidelined the protocol whereby lackeys can elevate themselves above their competence. His truth is seen as brutal, but passengers and parasites have no place in his plans. He needs solid rock to build on. Great Britain, a haven to all hereditary incompetents, need must wake up to this change.
And so must all religions.
We have had enough of 2000 years of dogma. We ask the church, what has your everlasting and immortal God, got to say about the feelings of the 'flock' whose democratic rights are being overturned by the 'shepherds' entrusted to their care?
Trump wants to change the way we are governed.
The Plum Tree Faith wants to change the way we think about God.
Both want to make living on planet earth happier, more enjoyable, and fulfilling.
Change is inevitable, you either play a part in it, or opt out, the choice is yours.
Blossoms
Archpip Plumtree.
Sunday, October 23, 2016
Make Myself Better
Flat on my back with food poisoning, and in the hope of a little sympathy, I tried to talk to 'The Pinkness'. For some time there was no answer, and then I got the message that I was to "make myself better, then we would talk",
My tummy was painful, with occasional bolts of lightning shooting across it. Bowel movements just gave enough advance warning to make the loo; just! They also adopted a 'chumminess' with my bladder, and I deemed it prudent to sit down rather than stand. This was provident, for every time I went for a pee, they made their own contribution, on one or two occasions with spectacular gusto.
Whoever described this condition as 'the trots' was exquisitely correct. It seems I've sat on that seat more times in three days of illness, than in three years of occupancy.
The inspiration for the Plum Tree Faith, came from seeing the effect of clearing the clutter from around my plum tree, causing it to blossom and bear fruit. Of course I wanted to pass this on to others, so that they could rid themselves of clutter, and live a happier life on earth. But thinking of the message from the 'Pinkness' I discovered I had the 'Tailors Son Syndrome', I'd asked everyone to get rid of their ill fitting suits of clutter, but mine which was the worst fit, I continued to wear.
Clearing the plum tree made it blossom and bear fruit. Once it was free, all it had to do was switch on its automatic program, put there by a close relative of 'The Pinkness', and it bore fruit.
Regrettably, or possibly deliberately, we have no such software, we have to build our own program by using our brains, and my 'default' list is very clear.
I live with a 'beer gut' weighing some three stones - not a millstone around my neck, but an 'alestone' about my hips. My legs and arms need to be strengthened, so it is diet and exercise for me. I have a dining table, but usually eat with a tray on my lap. Neither coffee nor whisky will 'refresh' a computer keyboard, and a spilled can of beer does not make a manuscript more attractive to a publisher. My filing systems are better suited to an orbiting space station, where one might snatch documents as they float by.
I am bombarded with new ideas, and take off for the new before finishing the old, which creates thick files of various stories, novels, and cartoons, none of them ready for publishing. The perfect example dates back ten years, when I had sudden desire to lampoon the seven deadly sins. I grabbed scrap paper and a Biro, scribbled down some notes, fired up my computer, logged into documents and wrote :-
THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS.
Sloth. - - - - - - -
And there it stays.
Thus there is a need for me to 'Make Myself Better. After I've done so, 'The Pinkness' will resume talking to me. In some far flung celestial attic, there may be a spare Diadem, and should he let me borrow it, I shall write you some stonking prose.
Blossoms and Blessings
Archpip Plumtree
PS. Subject to the above, the Plum Tree Faith book will soon be on sale www.frederickwebb.co.uk
My tummy was painful, with occasional bolts of lightning shooting across it. Bowel movements just gave enough advance warning to make the loo; just! They also adopted a 'chumminess' with my bladder, and I deemed it prudent to sit down rather than stand. This was provident, for every time I went for a pee, they made their own contribution, on one or two occasions with spectacular gusto.
Whoever described this condition as 'the trots' was exquisitely correct. It seems I've sat on that seat more times in three days of illness, than in three years of occupancy.
The inspiration for the Plum Tree Faith, came from seeing the effect of clearing the clutter from around my plum tree, causing it to blossom and bear fruit. Of course I wanted to pass this on to others, so that they could rid themselves of clutter, and live a happier life on earth. But thinking of the message from the 'Pinkness' I discovered I had the 'Tailors Son Syndrome', I'd asked everyone to get rid of their ill fitting suits of clutter, but mine which was the worst fit, I continued to wear.
Clearing the plum tree made it blossom and bear fruit. Once it was free, all it had to do was switch on its automatic program, put there by a close relative of 'The Pinkness', and it bore fruit.
Regrettably, or possibly deliberately, we have no such software, we have to build our own program by using our brains, and my 'default' list is very clear.
I live with a 'beer gut' weighing some three stones - not a millstone around my neck, but an 'alestone' about my hips. My legs and arms need to be strengthened, so it is diet and exercise for me. I have a dining table, but usually eat with a tray on my lap. Neither coffee nor whisky will 'refresh' a computer keyboard, and a spilled can of beer does not make a manuscript more attractive to a publisher. My filing systems are better suited to an orbiting space station, where one might snatch documents as they float by.
I am bombarded with new ideas, and take off for the new before finishing the old, which creates thick files of various stories, novels, and cartoons, none of them ready for publishing. The perfect example dates back ten years, when I had sudden desire to lampoon the seven deadly sins. I grabbed scrap paper and a Biro, scribbled down some notes, fired up my computer, logged into documents and wrote :-
THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS.
Sloth. - - - - - - -
And there it stays.
Thus there is a need for me to 'Make Myself Better. After I've done so, 'The Pinkness' will resume talking to me. In some far flung celestial attic, there may be a spare Diadem, and should he let me borrow it, I shall write you some stonking prose.
Blossoms and Blessings
Archpip Plumtree
PS. Subject to the above, the Plum Tree Faith book will soon be on sale www.frederickwebb.co.uk
Friday, September 23, 2016
Pope on Twitter
I just had 'Twitter' news of the Pope blaming journalism for bad news. Somewhat curious at this Catholic concern, reminiscent of the road sign, 'Diversion', I fire off this reply.
The Pope's job, as a principal member of the self appointed agents for our Creator, is to counter such doom with truthful opinions, that we can assume have his Masters approval.
What does the Pope's God have to say about 4 million Syrian refugees? Are his, and all other religions, aware that some person, supposedly acting on behalf of 'their' God, has caused this mayhem?
Although it is a different religion, I read that they claim there is only one God, thus it is the same God as yours..
I ask you, Mr Pope, Mt Archbishop of Canterbury, and your many and varied etc's, what do you believers in God have to say about this?
Don't write back to me; and don't limit the news by preaching it to your congregation. Walk your brains out of your cloisters: give them some air, and then spill your thoughts to the considerably larger World outside your churches.
Blessings and Blossoms
Ardchpip Plumtree
The Pope's job, as a principal member of the self appointed agents for our Creator, is to counter such doom with truthful opinions, that we can assume have his Masters approval.
What does the Pope's God have to say about 4 million Syrian refugees? Are his, and all other religions, aware that some person, supposedly acting on behalf of 'their' God, has caused this mayhem?
Although it is a different religion, I read that they claim there is only one God, thus it is the same God as yours..
I ask you, Mr Pope, Mt Archbishop of Canterbury, and your many and varied etc's, what do you believers in God have to say about this?
Don't write back to me; and don't limit the news by preaching it to your congregation. Walk your brains out of your cloisters: give them some air, and then spill your thoughts to the considerably larger World outside your churches.
Blessings and Blossoms
Ardchpip Plumtree
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
Nessie versus Lambton Worm
A love of life requires people to mix, else some can delude themselves they are superior, others can think themselves inferior, and neither is the case.
There is no greater leveler, than that found in the tossing sprouts contest.
[see www.frederickwebb.co.uk]
To bring about harmony abroad, one must always start close to home, and the idea of the Loch Ness monster, engaging in a sprout tossing contest with the Lambton Worm of Northumbria, must attract interest from all humanitarians.
I would like to elaborate on the many and curious joys to be found in such a contest; but as I'm fully aware of the residual wit of both Jocks and Geordies, let them tell us of this sporting event. Is it between two giants of the human imagination, or some shy immenseness of secretive elusiveness??
This is a blog to make you think and laugh.
Blossoms
Archpip.
There is no greater leveler, than that found in the tossing sprouts contest.
[see www.frederickwebb.co.uk]
To bring about harmony abroad, one must always start close to home, and the idea of the Loch Ness monster, engaging in a sprout tossing contest with the Lambton Worm of Northumbria, must attract interest from all humanitarians.
I would like to elaborate on the many and curious joys to be found in such a contest; but as I'm fully aware of the residual wit of both Jocks and Geordies, let them tell us of this sporting event. Is it between two giants of the human imagination, or some shy immenseness of secretive elusiveness??
This is a blog to make you think and laugh.
Blossoms
Archpip.
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