JIM'S FAKE NEWS WRAPUP FOR THE WEEK

 

Not to be outdone by the mainstream media, here is the news brought to you by Jim.

1. End of Media

 

In a surprise move, all news media outlets have been disbanded for lack of journalistic ethics. The Columbia School of Journalism was quoted as saying, "Finally." Such mainstream media will be replaced by everyone calling a trusted loved one and saying, "Hey what's up?" Sports will still replay highlights of games. And the Weather will be replaced with people going outside and looking up.

 

2. Miami Dolphins Dynasty Begins

 

With a routing of the defending NFC champion San Fransisco 49ers today, 43-17, the Miami Dolphins set the stage for winning the rest of their games this season, gliding through the playoffs, and holding the Lombardi Trophy in early February 2021. Coach Brian Flores sees a bright future. "Today is just the beginning. I see us taking the next few seasons as only the second, third, fourth and fifth teams to ever go undefeated," Flores said. "Anything to bring back some great sports memories for Jim."

 

3. Unity Breaks Out In the Streets

 

A local band of people marching in the street, holding signs, heading towards the freeway entrance, suddenly realized two things: 1. "Oh crap, the freeway has a bunch of fast cars on it." 2. "Everyone deep down truly wants the same thing, and if only we heeded the messages from all the great minds and souls from antiquity, all the way through MLK and Mandela, we could wake up to that unified state ... and then instead of walking onto the freeway, we could walk onto Rumi's 'Field' where we all could meet as one."

 

4. Writer's Books Go Viral Overnight

 

I'm happy to announce that all 8 of my books, presently available on Amazon, have sold out, making it the first time one author's books constituted the top 1 through 8 on the best-sellers list. Best news for this poet - it all happened before I had to die.

 

5. Sky Opens Up To Reveal Giant Mirror to People's Horror and Glee

 

Taking the lead from the Fleetwood Mac song "Landslide," a giant mirror in the sky has been set up to reflect back all the love, good deeds and bullshit back at the humans of planet Earth. Early deployment Sunday night elicited such early comments: "Wow, I didn't know I was such an ass," "You know - my hair doesn't really look that bad" and "Is this what you all had to be looking at all this time?"

 

Film at 11.

 

 

James Anthony Ellis can be reached at www.LegacyProductions.org.

THE FLOW

 

Today, I felt as if I were in the flow.

 

The flow. The flow?

 

What does that mean when people use that term?

 

I know what it means to me.

 

It means there were a number of experiences that appeared to be set up on my path, one leading into the other, demanding minimum effort, with the timing taking place seemingly in an orderly and graceful fashion.

 

Woohoo!

 

Since it's not every day (yet) that this takes place, I just wanted to write about it and then dive into the idea just a bit.

 

Have you ever had one of those days where things just flow, one into the other, with a hint of almost divine providence. (I had to look up that last term, but I use it anyway since it seems to ... oh I dunno ... flow...)

 

It's like everything is clicking together and right on time.

 

So here was my errand set before me:

1. Go to "Garden of Vegan" near Balboa Park by 3 pm to pick up a Pumpkin Bowl for my wife.
2. Head over to Dirty Dogs to get the pooch's nails clipped.
3. Hit the bank to deposit some cash.
4. Pick up my Protein Oats at Project Juice in Hillcrest.
5. Swing by Starbucks for a coffee (for my wife) and a venti Mango Dragon Fruit (for my addiction).

That's a lot to cover and coordinate!

 

And on top of it, by the time we called "Garden of Vegan" we found out they closed at 3 p.m. And IT WAS 2:45 pm!!!

 

"Can you make it?" asks the wife.

 

"Can I?!!!!!”

 

Always up for a timed challenge, I gave a resounding, "Yes, if I leave now" - leaving out the related thought "and if everything goes in a flow."

 

Well, to cut a long story short, I hit it.

Somehow no traffic on the 5 merge heading north onto the 163. Cool. On the drive I called in the order for the oats and we both agreed on the 3:20 pm time frame. Sounds good to me. By the time I walk into the vegan joint, it's 2:59 pm. The lovely Savannah is so sweet. Even puts a lovely note on the container. 

I head over to Hillcrest to get it all done, first bank, then doggie nail clips, and then walk across the parking lot to Project Juice.

The gent there looks at his watch and says "Wow, right at 3:20 pm." I hadn't even noticed.

 

I guess when you are in the flow, you don't have to rush, you don't have to over-monitor progress or stress over things getting done. They just happen, all in the right order and the right time.

Perhaps life without stressing, added to a focused goal and consistent action is what helps to create the flowing experience.

 

The real kicker to the errand trip - made in record time of course - was not just that sweet message on the container from Savannah, but also this funny little nudge from the Universe. 

 

As I walked back across the parking lot to pick up the pooch from Dirty Dogs, just about ready to text Jennifer that all is well, I came across this vehicle. (See photo) I just had to take a picture of the license plate and include it in my text.

• Keep breathing everyone.
• Keep focused.
• Take direct action.
• Let go of a tight constraint on timing.
• And see if you can go with it ... without stressing.

 

I'm going to give it another go tomorrow.

 

Or whenever the flow chooses me again. 

 

 

James Anthony Ellis is a writer living in San Diego, and can be reached at www.LegacyProductions.org.

 

A QUIET NIGHT

 

Had this title for a month after my wife uttered the phrase "I just want a quiet night." Knew it was a poem, just had to be patient until it was ready to write itself. 

As static buzzes in and around my head

Tossing and turning and tossing in bed

As heartache howls to the faraway moon

Harmonies crash in songs out of tune

As sunburns crack sores openly bared

Feet trapped in quicksand, minds racing scared

I long for the key to unlock bondage chains

I long for soothing touch to alleviate the pains

I long for open doors that lead to expanse

I long for the eloquence of the effortless dance

I long for transcendence, flying high above the fight

I long for the peace of a quiet night

 

I long for the peace of a quiet night

The plateau of wonder beyond wrong and right

The illuminated sparkle linking people together

Originating from the faraway forever

The open field where we all can gather there

Cradling, like baby girl, gently brushing her hair

The silence shimmering in everlasting light

At home in the haven of the quiet night 

 

In the knowing that battles and wars will be waged

And the bitter will fulfill their destiny rage

And players will act out selfish on the world's stage

On and on, over and over, every single age

In the knowing limelight lovers will present a two-face

And the news will drool over scenarios, worst-case

I can remain here, near and dear, longing for the truth

Never really needing any broadcast-blast outer proof

I can long for sunsets and sunrises that remind this soul

I can long for fractured parts to become complete and whole

I can long for the vistas that reveal the most glorious sight

And embrace, at the depth, the peace of a quiet night

 

A quiet night

 

James Anthony Ellis is a writer living in San Diego. His website is www.LegacyProductions.org. 

A TWIST OF FATE

 

The people came to the planet, as it was time to seed Mother Earth. Each bright baby soul, a divine spark of the Undefinable Source, arrived in order to learn of creation and manifestation in three-dimensional realities. 

 

What a trip.

 

A long journey without distance ... into the density of time and space.

 

In this green garden, these were simple times for the simple minded.

 

To help these new souls navigate this new dream landscape, the Grand Angels gave them truths to live by, and basic divine principles that could help guide their way on chosen path.

 

Building upon the ethereal principles, they would carve out an existence in physical form. The Wheel ... helpful. Harnessing fire ... be careful. And expanding upon the garden with vegetables of their own growing. Beautiful.

 

The divine principles included the wheel of cause and effect, the healing power of love and the least understood of all - “You will get what you wish for.”

 

At first this concept excited the people. “We get what we wish for!” They imagined such feasts and pleasures and riches. All they needed to do was wish for it and it would come to be.

 

So on they went making wish upon wish upon wish, their eyes glossing over with glee about such abundance.

 

But after some time the people grew despondent as their dreams were not coming true.

 

The message from on high: “In due time.” Since the people were new to “time,” they had no fricken clue what that meant. For the truth was they were born into the density of 3 dimensions in order to study - in the slowest of motion - creation as it unfolded step by step.

 

What better way to learn about creation, creativity and manifestation than to slow it way down in order to be observed in precision.

 

Previously accustomed to turning a thought into reality within an instant, this took the new earthly souls some time to get used to.

 

But they pressed on. And though they found that indeed the seeds they were planting - either in the actual garden or in their family and community - would bear its fruit ultimately, there were so many experiences that appeared completely unwanted.

 

“But wait,” said the people, “we heard we would get what we wished for. Why are we receiving such negative experiences?”

 

The Angels knew it was time to let the people in on what the people were missing.

 

“When we said, ‘You will get what you wished for,’ you did not consider the full reach of this principle. It is an absolute without any opposite or discriminatory nature.”

 

This was confusing to the simple minded. For they did not know that they would - according to the unyielding law - get everything that they wished for ... others.

 

What does this mean?

 

Basically whatever the people hoped would happen to their enemies would happen to them. Whatever wish created out of resentment, jealousy or enmity would be granted to the wisher ... for him or her. A wish for defeat would manifest their defeat. A wish for blessing would result in their own blessing. A wish for someone’s death would result in their death ... on many levels, some seen and some unseen.

Those who awoke to the breadth of this principle would ultimately suffer no more, at their own hands, as the tangled web of discord slowly was unwound. And peace came upon those with eyes who could see their brothers and sisters as they really were...

 

... All a part of this creation they were creating. 

 

 

James Anthony Ellis is a writer living in San Diego, on his 9,000th life. He can be reached at www.LegacyProductions.org.

 

LADY MISS HENNESSY

 

Happy birthday October 1. Today is your day Miss Hennessy!

 

So regal, so loving, so perfect, so undefinable, so you.

 

Quite impossible to capture in words, but this folly-loving daddy gives his best attempt. 

 

I've often looked over at your mother and pointed out to her, "Hey, have you ever noticed that we have an animal living inside of our house?"

 

I say it to get a chuckle.

 

But then I usually follow that up with "Well, she isn't really an animal, now is she?"

 

So true. You really do go beyond definition.

 

Such a personality. Not your average "dog" I'd have to say.

 

You with your emotional intelligence that would be able to determine if someone was feeling down, and then have you bring to them one of your stuffed animals. Since, well of course, that toy brightens your day, so why wouldn't it make one of us feel better? An emotional intelligence that can feel out the room and recognize when it's OK to act (bark) out, and when it really is a time to be cool.

 

I recall the times you would come along on our visits to my mother who was failing in health. You wouldn't do the normal run around wild there, but slow it down, sit still next to her, and lick her ankles, which were inflamed.

 

Not your average dog.

 

No, what sort of dog can be afraid of the flies buzzing around or the sound of plastic bottles crunching but be fierce enough to attack cars driving by when the pack is out for a walk?

 

You would never back down against any foe that appeared to be threatening the pack.

 

You are definitely a pack animal (if I may use that term "animal" with you.) You need all of us to be TOGETHER. I even brag about you to my men's team, which is a squad of men designed to stick together and "be there" for each other. Sometimes one of our men on my men's team misses a team meeting for some reason or other. I mention to that absent man later that having someone missing wouldn't be OK if Hennessy were on our team.

 

Hennessy, you show me much how I could be, given the freedom and instinct that you possess.

• You are authentic, not one fake move.
• You show your love so purely, never holding back.
• You reveal your disdain and your dissatisfaction so purely, never holding back.
• You clearly communicate, and we never have to guess.
• You are gentle when the time calls, you are playful when the time calls, you attack cars when the time calls.
• You are regal.
• You are undefinable.
• You are pure.

Something to aspire to.

 

Something to love.

 

Something to celebrate.

 

Lady Miss Hennessy.

 

 

James Anthony Ellis is a writer and producer living with Jennifer and Hennessy in San Diego. He can be reached at www.LegacyProductions.org.