Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
IMPORTANT MESSAGE FROM THE TREASURERS OF WONDERMENT TEAM
Treasures of Wonderment' is following the BAHA'I TRIAL very closely because it is about JUSTICE and EQUALITY for ALL the people of Iran. During the month of January 2010, Treasures of Wonderment will continue to bring you up-to-the-minute coverage of the Iranian Bahá'í trial. Until the Bahá'ís of Iran are free, the people of Iran will never be free and secure. What could be their crime? The people of Bahá ( about 6 million followers worldwide) are true lovers of mankind and do not participate in politics or division but only in serving humanity with no prejudice. Bahá'ís are trustworthy, honest and caring people who believe in the principle of consultation not in wars. They are true peacekeepers and will never carry arms. They believe that Unity in Diversity is the answer to the world's problems; beliefs that are worth much more than any power or gold on earth. http://www.treasuresofwonderment.com
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
IMPORTANT HISTORY
Lest we forget.....let us remember how it was, not so long ago.
IMPORTANT HISTORY
Something to remember! This is the story of women who were ground-breakers. These brave women from the early 1900s made all the difference in the lives we live today. Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.
Do our daughters and our sisters know the price that was paid to earn rights
or women here, in North America? 2009 is the 80th Anniversary of the
Persons Case in Canada, which finally declared women in Canada to be Persons!
The women were innocent and defenseless, but when, in North America,
women picketed in front of The White House, carrying signs asking for the vote,
they were jailed. And by the end of the first night in jail, those women were barely
alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of obstructing sidewalk traffic.
Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the
Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the
suffragists imprisoned there because they had dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote. For weeks, the women's only water came from
an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms.
Lucy Burns
They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left
her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.
Dora Lewis
They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed
and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and
suffered a heart attack.
Alice Paul
When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a
chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.
Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging,beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women. All women who have every voted, have ever owned property, have ever enjoyed equal rights need to remember that women’s rights had to be fought for in Canada as well.
Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know,
so that we remember to celebrate the rights we enjoy.
“Knowledge is Freedom: hide it, and it withers; share it, and it blooms”
IMPORTANT HISTORY
Something to remember! This is the story of women who were ground-breakers. These brave women from the early 1900s made all the difference in the lives we live today. Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.
Do our daughters and our sisters know the price that was paid to earn rights
or women here, in North America? 2009 is the 80th Anniversary of the
Persons Case in Canada, which finally declared women in Canada to be Persons!
The women were innocent and defenseless, but when, in North America,
women picketed in front of The White House, carrying signs asking for the vote,
they were jailed. And by the end of the first night in jail, those women were barely
alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of obstructing sidewalk traffic.
Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the
Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the
suffragists imprisoned there because they had dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote. For weeks, the women's only water came from
an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms.
Lucy Burns
They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left
her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.
Dora Lewis
They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed
and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and
suffered a heart attack.
Alice Paul
When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a
chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.
Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging,beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women. All women who have every voted, have ever owned property, have ever enjoyed equal rights need to remember that women’s rights had to be fought for in Canada as well.
Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know,
so that we remember to celebrate the rights we enjoy.
“Knowledge is Freedom: hide it, and it withers; share it, and it blooms”
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
COPY RIGHTS AND INFRINGEMENTS
Hello my dear readers,
It came to my attention today that it was not such a good idea to put my writings, as such as they are, on my blog for all to see. That there are those who will take advantage and that I am way too trusting. Therefore, I have deleted all of my stories from the blog. I loved having them there for your enjoyment and perusal, but it's a sad thing that trust no longer has the value it once had. So sorry.
For anyone who may be interested, all of my writings have been entered as written by ruie Mullins and copies of same have been registered with the Writers Guild West in Beverly Hills, CA for safe keeping. This is for my protection as a writer that I will always get credit for anything written by me.
Just a word of caution.
always with love, ruie
It came to my attention today that it was not such a good idea to put my writings, as such as they are, on my blog for all to see. That there are those who will take advantage and that I am way too trusting. Therefore, I have deleted all of my stories from the blog. I loved having them there for your enjoyment and perusal, but it's a sad thing that trust no longer has the value it once had. So sorry.
For anyone who may be interested, all of my writings have been entered as written by ruie Mullins and copies of same have been registered with the Writers Guild West in Beverly Hills, CA for safe keeping. This is for my protection as a writer that I will always get credit for anything written by me.
Just a word of caution.
always with love, ruie
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Untitled
After a while you learn
the difference between holding a hand
and chaining a soul...and you learn
that love doesn't mean security, and
you begin to learn that kisses aren't
contracts, and presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up
and your eyes open, with the grace of a woman, not the
grief of a child...and you learn to build all your roads
on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain, and
futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you get too much...so you plant your own
garden and decorate your own soul, instead
of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
that you really are strong, and you really
do have worth. And, you learn and learn,
with every 'goodbye' you learn.
p.w.e.corgill
@1989
I don't know where I found this, but I just love it
and wanted to share, it's so true.
the difference between holding a hand
and chaining a soul...and you learn
that love doesn't mean security, and
you begin to learn that kisses aren't
contracts, and presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up
and your eyes open, with the grace of a woman, not the
grief of a child...and you learn to build all your roads
on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain, and
futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you get too much...so you plant your own
garden and decorate your own soul, instead
of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
that you really are strong, and you really
do have worth. And, you learn and learn,
with every 'goodbye' you learn.
p.w.e.corgill
@1989
I don't know where I found this, but I just love it
and wanted to share, it's so true.
What If
What if the world was kinder
and everyone was free
what if the world was tender
to each other like you and me
what if I said I need you
what if you said you need me too
would the world be safe
what if that were true
what if I said I love you
what if you said you love me too
would it be such a tragedy
to love me as I love you
what if every morning
there were rainbows on the dew
and stars at night fell from the skies
to touch the hearts and melt the sorrows
and compassion was our view
what if I said I love you
what if you said you love me too
would it be such a tragedy
to love me as I love you
ruie...What If - a work in progress
and everyone was free
what if the world was tender
to each other like you and me
what if I said I need you
what if you said you need me too
would the world be safe
what if that were true
what if I said I love you
what if you said you love me too
would it be such a tragedy
to love me as I love you
what if every morning
there were rainbows on the dew
and stars at night fell from the skies
to touch the hearts and melt the sorrows
and compassion was our view
what if I said I love you
what if you said you love me too
would it be such a tragedy
to love me as I love you
ruie...What If - a work in progress
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