Thurs 9: More interruptions to scheduled tasks,, dropping off the laptops and printers for recycling. More horror at the way the money we give to the community is so abused: the BBC seemingly using the TV licence fee for lavish pensions and excessive spending rather than programme making; unnecessary quangos with unnecessary jobs but massive salaries; public sector management (not the real workers!) incomes; and even those unemployed who have made it a total lifestyle choice to live off the graft of the rest of us.
Undoubtedly the longer someone is off work, the harder it is to develop the right mindset but our benefits structure does not help and neither do the current taxation levels. Sometimes it is better to force people on to their own feet - though the middle of a recession may not be the best time.
Still, we who pay for all these leeches are not an everlasting source of abundance. Something HAS to change. Do these people have no conscience at all about their abuse of public funds? Providing for them to excess means others have to do without. And the country is debt-ridden anyway.
Meanwhile, is it worth mentioning that someone who told me lots about themselves and their family still felt they had not been heard and that they were talked at, yet never asked anything of me beyond how I was? No, probably not.
Forgiveness is important. It is a major spiritual principle. But when you are constantly forgiving, the balance remains unequal. Giving is another major spiritual principle. But when you are constantly giving and rarely get a thank you, that too alters the balance.
So still the bad vibes (created by others!) continue.
Tried to get in some art stuff amongst all this bookkeeping. Itīs normally done and dusted by now, but with software changes, art fairs and so on, Iīll be lucky if it is completed by the end of the month.
There were some tears, trying to recall one cheque. From Ma. It bothered me greatly how, or so it seemed to me, both parents gave money in order to get love.
When I went to pick up Ma the Christmas before last, she had a huge roll of notes, which she shared out to each of us for petrol and presents. I have to keep reminding myself that she enjoyed stopping off at a motorway cafe to share a bowl of chips and a cup of tea. But for all the love we gave her, I donīt think it really was enough for her sad heart. I just pray that not sensing her means she has found peace of mind now.
Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer
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