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From late December 2015 until now I have spent loads of time on independent study to satisfy a craving and a need to know how my place in the world has a meaning. I imagine I am one of many a billion who asks the age-old question, “Who Am I”? In asking, we find solace and sometimes answers come to life through literature, poetry, music, drawing, painting.

Humans asking for answers has gifted the world with incredible beauty and wisdom. Some ask for answers but veer off to darker places. Chaotic courts of right versus wrong where pleasures, punishment, and pain win over justice, truth and the common good. What happens to sway people to be cruel and greedy?

And that, I believe, is the way of the world. The good, the bad and the downright ugly. Is that truly the way of the world? Why is it that the good takes a back seat while the bad and the ugly seem to be in the foreground wreaking havoc.

My personal journey of ‘awakening’ has left me in disbelief, intrigued, and determined to know more…to understand as best I can the intricacies of systems and historical facts recorded or not recorded for posterity. I have discovered that our global home isn’t as secure as I had imagined. I peek through ‘the veil’ with great care to decipher and understand as best I can from factual information and data presented to me. Theories that can be propped up by references and facts. It’s the only way to open the door to an inquiring mind

Our global home isn’t a safe and secure place. No matter what direction is taken to arrive, there is no doubt in my mind that there are ‘captains’ and ‘kings’ in charge of the fleet (global agenda) and that their power is too often not kind or just being that way since the time of man began.

As the super bullies Russia, China, United State of America vie for position and ultimately power, we the people are deemed fearful and helpless. It appears that the world forum is teetering on the brink of an apocalyptic precipice revealing jagged razor-sharp edges while vibrating energy coils in anticipation. How can it be that this planet has become so compromised and that human beings have allowed the atrocities unfold? That is what I am seeking to discover. For many have not been complacent. Lives have been dedicated to unearthing the Truth. All with a desire to set Mother Earth free to be what she should be…a garden of Eden…the place that humans have been seeking for thousands of years but have never found. Why?

Earth truly is a garden of Eden. Majesty and beauty are undeniable. Our eyes can’t get enough of vistas so splendid we catch our breath. What we have been led to believe are photographs from outer space, we see a birds-eye view of the ‘water planet’ our delicate blue marble balanced on her axis revolving around the sun, enjoying the moon, all in her own time, in her own memory; holding her secrets close to the pulse of her existence. Planet Earth. Our Home. Is how she is shaped in our minds as being round correct? Do we live in an enclosed sphere? Is the earth flat? Presented with true Science, emblazoned dialogue that fires up a hot debate, there is a growing audience observing the horizon, the pathways of the sun and moon and in earnest exploration to satisfy a longing to discover what is impossible to truly know. Another wonder-filled puzzle of mystery and intrigue.

What I don’t understand is why the big bullies insist on arming their military with high-power, state-of-art artillery including nuclear weapons. Weapons so powerful that portions, if not the whole planet, will be annihilated with a push of a button or pull of a trigger. This is insanity.

Terrorists!? Who indeed are the terrorists?

There are questions that lead to more questions and for me a quest to uncover what I will as I trek to the high ground for a view unlike any I have seen before.

I am aware of how important it is not to get caught up in hyperbole and silliness that is rife in the world of easy communication. Both a blessing and a curse the internet provides the world with speedy and vibrating news second to second. The challenge is deciphering the good versus the not so good, making choices to regard to disregard. Listening, writing, researching, sending emails, finding groups to link to as well as searching libraries for books and documents, all means have me in a constant state of shock and awe and keeps me on my toes.

Starting my own blog seems to be a good idea. A way to gather and file thought as one path leads to another.

I’ve learned more than I could possibly tell in one edition of foghorn news. How do you like the name? Can you hear the low steady sound?

Now here is a story:

The one rhythmic foghorn bellow I remember best was in Bar Harbor, Maine. Our family, Daddy, Mummy and two darling little girls went on an eastward bound vacation to Maine with plans to catch the ferry to Nova Scotia and circle on home through New Brunswick, Quebec and back to Ontario. From the moment we pulled out of the driveway packed up and ready to go we became weather watchers of the first degree. All the way to the coast, windshield wipers wiped as the journey failed to find the sun. Adding to what became a laughable situation, we were reminded by everyone we came in contact with that the last few weeks had been perfect with summer blue sky days and starry nights. Despite the weather, onward we went with the smell of the sea beckoning.

We made it to the shores of the Atlantic with Bar Harbor greeting us as you might imagine a pretty coastal town would do. I remember her quaintness. The little harbor town was just the way I wanted it to be – damp with the smell of the sea, charming architecture and shops, and a storybook feel that didn’t disappoint. Idyllic with a storybook personality.

Not too far away a foghorn measured a rich bass note to signal seafarers and ‘landlubbers’. With the day resting on my pillow and sleep cradled I heard a low somber tune. A sound new to my ears. A proclamation to be safe, to take care. A low resolute note, full, commanding, yet unseen. Through the fog and mist that swirls in muddled direction, we are reminded to take heed and add caution to our list of priorities.

Now, far away from the sea, foghornnews is named. A chance to feel and filter words of fun, fancy, and newfound knowledge through a fog that curls and swirls inside my mind to a land of print where lives what I think I know.

Human behavior flows from three main sources: desire, emotion, and knowledge. Plato

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