Sunday, February 20, 2011

BP GULF OIL SPILL : Scientist finds Gulf bottom still oily, dead...FROM yahoo news link in article


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(ADDED 08-16-2013

This started out as a sort of ranting response to an article featured on yahoo. I have now edited it to a degree and added links where appropriate and supportive.)

Scientist finds Gulf bottom still oily, dead:

FROM yahoo news link in article: (original link from first publication)
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20110220/ap_on_sc/us_sci_oil_spill_lingers

This devastation will be easily 30+ years of  "Eco-Destruction" that may never be the same again.

Who wants to eat seafood from this area?

What is really being done to rectify the issues?

Money is just money and solves no problems with logistics that boil over into the unknown...this is catastrophic from day one and the repercussions will be felt for our entire lifetimes as well as many future generations.

Perspective is important, but there is not a good perspective to reflect upon this issue...just media lies and untruths...this will trickle through all life as we know it and be terribly more devastating then imagined now for decades if not centuries...we played a dangerous game of poker drilling for oil and the house always wins in the long run ! A pitiful, selfish human exploitation of greed, corruption and a thirst for petroleum that is mind boggling...next up...

MARCELLUS SHALE:

Marcellus shale mining...another nightmare based on a foundation of lies and greed.

Prayers are all I find any peace in as the damage is so significant that I truly believe it to be unfathomable by most everybody.

Tis is the beginning of a terrible polluting poisonous end to the entire Eco system that will effect all food chains, both sea and land bearing, it will change and has already; migration patterns of these effected animals, and it will trickle, ripple, and tear through the fabric of life in ways not yet understood, be it genetic mutation that effects all that eats this life effected in the food chain, or be it that the damage which is already done will cause mass extinction of one species after another.

The chemicals used as dispersants could very easily be more devastating then the oil, not to underestimate the oils devastating effect, and these dispersants will linger as non biodegradable pollution perhaps forever!

The traffic of animals that have equivocally maintained an instinctual migration, breeding, and feeding pattern that effects all the other interrelated species has now changed and will continue to decimate vast quantities of sea life, then land bearing life, and straight into our water supply...thus recycling the pollution again and again through everything...the damage done is not even close to being effectively calculated as these are uncharted areas of distress, and there is no real science as of yet to empirically calculate the cause and effect relationship of such a massive, and I will say again, massive oil spill...Alaska suffered the Exxon Valdez and it is still hurting that area greatly, yet it does not compare to this tragedy as the Valdez was somewhat geographically contained and of course a much smaller spill in comparison.

There will never be an accurate estimate (oxymoron) of the actual amount of oil released into our oceans. I will rarely, if ever, eat seafood again, and no matter what reports are given about the safety of the seafood from these and other regions where it is harvested would always be a huge question mark in my mind, as if we say it is so contaminated, as it must be, that it would misplace so many families, local economies, market places, ad in finitum.

The media often distorts the facts in the hope of preventing panic and hysteria, and I think that that is quite indisputable given recent reports on a vast array of topics be it from the national budget, the economy of the U.S.A., down to the main issue...peak petroleum...the green era is now and we better embrace it more swift then a ox in a hen house, or it will certainly be our populations demise.

What are your thoughts ? 

I wrote a song called, "Boycott BP", and recorded it and released it within days of the tragedy...I innately knew the magnitude and proportion of this unjust malfeasance, as my sister is a scuba diver, as I am, and we have both studied quite vastly the ecosystem and the seas relationship with the Earth (land) as we know it.

There is a ton of uncharted ocean that is comparable on many levels to space...we are an advanced society with exceptional technology, however the greed behind the not so almighty dollar has again steered us in the wrong direction.

I feel very positive that we will overcome and learn from this tragic episode, but I equally feel that the dollar will dictate more drilling and risky propositions that will result in even more damage...there are places currently in Africa that leak oil on a daily basis and it is more or less swept under the rug...when does this insanity stop...???...statistics dictate that we as a race will take steps and actions to better our lives with known possibilities of "collateral damage", much as the military uses when analyzing war gaming...however, the insanity must stop and we all need to get on the same page and work as one world and one people so that we can prevent these future tragedies from happening, and I assure you many more are on the way...bottom line...how do you take the dollar out of the  equation and make more sensible decisions that have a statistical probability of doing no harm what so ever...well, you cannot...science and math are wonderful, but there is always a tragedy around every corner in multitudes when trying to outsmart Mother Earth.

It is time to get back to basics and have an international protocol that must and shall be followed with a well defined goal of transitioning away from these petroleum drilling for consumption along with a long term goal of viable alternatives.

Feasibility is really no longer an issue, because nothing is feasible if we are all dead ! 

Just a thought to ponder and I would love some feedback to these points.

Again, science is wonderful is Maththematics, however, common sense, which is no longer so common, should be the gut feeling we all trust and know and use as a guide towards our collective future moving into the,"Green Era", which upon we have already embarked, unknowingly and non accepted by far to vast a majority of the population.

There is politics in petroleum and it has divided many nations from working towards common worthwhile fruitful goals that would in the long term benefit generations to come for centuries...to get a dividend sometimes we have to pay a hefty investment upfront to realize that dividend and all the end products that are to be gained from embracing new technology, science, and  ultimately a better means to be more efficient and less devastating to ourselves and this planet the the course we have been on far far too long.

Embrace change now or we will die as a race in a matter of decades.

I say this not as a scare tactic, but rather, because history has shown similar scenarios time and time again.

There are no excuses today with the technology and communication we have to utilize to propel us forward into a much safer " Green Era".

My band, or musical expression, is MobiusTripz, and you can listen to my "Boycott BP"  (title) song on myspace, reverbnation, soundclick, etc., just Google it.

http://www.reverbnation.com/mobiustripz/song/4277528-boycott-bp?fb_og_action=unknown&fb_og_object=reverbnation_fb%3Asong&utm_campaign=a_public_songs&utm_content=reverbnation_fb%3Asong&utm_medium=facebook_og&utm_source=unknown

It is about a benchmark in time such as Dylan did with so many issues being the prolific writer, lyricist, and performer he has been. I only hope that my song strikes a chord with the reader / listener that resounds and resonates deep within the soul so that there is no longer any confusion about how things are today vs. how things should be.

Equilibrium is a natural byproduct of science on earth through cause and effect relationships and will always be a force that is present. We often ignore this fact, believing that we can outsmart mother nature, or reinvent the wheel when we are desperate to rectify problems that we have created, knowing we were creating them, but at the same time not fully understanding the real life dire ramifications and dire consequences that we were thus creating.

Vision is the ability to use knowledge, education, history, and a gut feeling to make proper decisions after examining all tools of analysis at our disposal (poor word but adequate under the circumstances). We need to internationally design a clear vision and lead together as one people, towards the goals of sustaining life, doing no damage to our environment, and working towards common goals and themes to maintain a planet that will continue to be fruitful...it is really a time for change and we are seeing that on a daily basis, just look at Egypt for example, an ancient, brilliant and beautiful civilization that is recoiling against oppression and greed that has kept them, the citizens, as a people, from being unified and able to pursue the true freedoms that are afforded to so many of us which we often so easily take for granted. 

I have stated a lot here, but the idea is to spark a brainstorm and use these words as a catalyst for yourself, the reader, as well as a collective voice we are all defining very swiftly.

We can all read the same book verbatim, but if we lack the knowledge of the word, and we lack the process of assimilation of the theme, the message, the story itself, then we all develop different perspectives from the same source.

Independence is a beautiful thing individually however, when it comes to a collective conscience and consensus, when we are on the same page and having different perceptions we tread on very dangerous ground.

Cast away, at least temporarily (as I am not discounting our values and morals or mores as a collective people of one united world, which is where we are very swiftly heading, finally) religion, selfishness, greed, etc. and lets cut through the chase and not find answers but rather utilize the answers we have at hand no matter the short term cost, otherwise we mortgage our own lives and that of all future generations and it does not take a mathematician to realize that we are on the brink of incredible disastrous proportions.

When there is a true time to change for the benefit of everyone, we shall embrace it wholeheartedly and move together as one people, regardless of the ridiculous nature of race, creed, religion, sexuality, nationality, etc.

We are and should be so far beyond those distractions and concurrently realize the dire mess the state of the earth is truly in. This is not a conspiracy essay, or a theory, or a sermon, or anything of the sort. It is a prayer for all people that read this to realize that what is at stake here is the survival of the human race and perhaps more importantly, along with our survival a return to respect for the bountiful earth that we too often abuse and take for granted.

I ponder back in my mind to an old American Indian on a commercial on the television and recall his tears.

LINK ADDED 08-16-2013:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7OHG7tHrNM

(and he is most definitely in his 60's plus) as he sees the modern day of death a pollution all around him from what was no doubt a balanced and beautiful and before the advent of modern technology that propelled us to where we are now.

So the fink juxtaposition is this...do we return to some ways of the olden days, so to speak?...or embrace technology and basically guess, even with science and empirical quantifiable data in which to analyze and move forward, or do we abandon so may archaic hurtful practices that we utilize daily with our self absorbed attitudes that run rampant...and I do not mean everyone but I do mean a good majority...or perhaps best do we through intelligence, evolve to our environment, be it man made or mother by nature or a combination of the above, and then embrace the hand collectively dealt to us and move forward towards what we all already know in our souls what is right. correct, and just.

Today is a wonderful day for positive change...rebellions are happening across the world as the advent of modern technological communication and the ability to organize, even in the most severe regimes, are swiftly being conquered without much if any blood shed....of which a drop is always too much!

I will end with this.

Ross Perot, a naval Academy graduate brilliant man, and very successful business man wanted to embrace the internet the way it is finally being utilized...he had vision...we lack people with vision today, as most feel lost and boxed in into an archaic system.

Our constitution is valuable, beautifully drafted and designed, and valid always, as it can evolve...however, it is of my personal opinion that we need to strip the government of its inherent functions and support the constitution as written and regularly amend or at least address any features that are serving no useful purpose.

I am a strong advocate for the legalization of medical marijuana...this should be a simple process, as it is quite clear that it tremendously helps millions with their respective health issues. When we have so much red tape and thus, hoops to jump through, we lack effectiveness, efficiency, and waste millions of dollars hat could be used elsewhere in fruitful areas.

The fabric of the Constitution is beautiful and able to be totally flexible, and I think it should stay in tact, personally. The bureaucracy behind it has left us paralyzed in our most dire time in our history.

We are in a major depression that is far to under reported by the media which is run by all the wrong interests for the most part. This has further left us paralyzed and resistant to immediate change at the time we need it most.

My proposition is keep the Constitution and the Bill of Rights in tact, continue to appreciate that we can evolve the law through the court system, however flawed, as appears to be the best in world history as of this date, and rebuild the government atop this fine and solid and sound foundation. 

The judicial, executive, and legislative houses of the government, with their inherent checks and balances as beautiful a system as it is, needs to be overhauled.

It should stay on the same foundation of the Constitution, however, it needs to be changed quickly when needed and this can and will be done with the technology we have today, much as Ross Perort perceived.

Where there exists inefficiency, how can any reasonable human being expect swift, just, and suitable change to rectify or adapt, or evolve forward (the very definition of evolve) in today's overly convoluted system???

The Constitution is sound...the system in which it is executed is laborious and fatally flawed. I believe that we in the United sates could be on the verge of a major upheaval, not unlike a civil war! (another beautiful oxymoron).

The point at the end where I close now is this...how do we peacefully, swiftly and efficiently move forward promoting peace, freedom and liberty at home and abroad, as well as WIPE OUT the red tape that has ruined our system, hampered our society, and actually bankrupted our country?...technically speaking on an economics perspective...we are broke!

Sure we have assets and technology, and goods to export, etc....but when we cannot even place men and women who want to work into a competitive marketplace, which we chose to give away to other foreign interests, simply in the selfish motive of gaining more value or bang for the buck here at home, we mortgage our own future as we have so demonstrated.

What has actually happened is we have devalued our own money as well as our countries integrity abroad.

Our perception abroad has for a long time been not of an ally (to our allies I do not speak of) but as a bully mandating that this is the way everyone will do business and that we demand it, take over, build military bases, and keep a permanent presence where in the eye of the collective world has majorly hurt and perhaps permanently jeopardized our pathetic foreign policy which has just increasingly gotten worse over the years, and rapidly I may add.

I would like to state that my Father as well as my brother are both West Pointers and are very fine men, and I grew up a very, very conservative republican, however, I have evolved to realize that we need to be much more liberal (by today's swiftly changing standards) to adequately have a population that is more balanced, better educated, and ale to contribute more to the country as well as the world.

I am now personally leaning toward being an independent.

What I personally choose, is first and foremost, too always vote! Secondarily, vote not a party line but rather what makes sense from that particular era, as the landscape of the nation is always shifting.

So, in closing, we as a nation along with other corporation sand conglomerations from other countries have been and are still in the middle of one of the largest natural / man made disaster in recorded human history, which I feel we will no know the full outcome in our lifetimes, and I am forty-three years old.

The process from day one has been stressful just as a citizen, of the United States, as a bystander and observer, and as an musical artist, as well as a naturalist such as my great grandfather, the very notable, R.J.H. DeLoach, PhD., (and I add this because I feel as though he left me a legacy to carry on the work he has done).

I do not have the education or experience as he did at this point in my life, but what I do have is a passion that burns deeper then anything I have ever known, and when I read his works, which are notable, published, and quite fascinating even by today's standards, I feel as though a part of his soul is in me, because what I read that is written by him is as though I had written it myself.

I am a poet, for example, and he wrote a biography on his close personal friend, John Burroughs, the famous writer and most notably poet,

Reading these works of my grandfathers simply transports me back in time as though I was he and it is the most uncanny feeling, but equally amazing.

He was also a close personal friend and associated of Edison, Firestone, Ford, and again, Burroughs.

So that being my catalyst I felt both inspired and compelled to write what I have reported tight.

Although it may be mostly opinion, I fell positive that it is accurate and that science through the passage of time will prove these thoughts correct.

Many things I have written of, are simply common sense, and I would state also irrefutable.

Do the research for yourself.  Follow some links throughout my entire blog. I site reputable and peer reviewed articles for others to become better educated by, and i also welcome positive argument and links that may better tell anything I speak of.

Do not take my word with more then a grain of salt, however, let it be your own personal catalyst to open the mind more so, examine, explore and analyze this tragic topic with both a broad a specific scope, and simply draw from you r experience and education your own conclusions.

I simply urge you to have a mind that is now more open then it was before reading this...as I am sure if you made it this far, you are very open minded and will help to ponder these tragic juxtapositions and fathom what collectively we nay do to overcome, as well as open the mind to all things similar.

Thanks for your time, and I hope that you found this informative and able to think through the long term ramifications of what this tragic Gulf oil spill has left us and how we should deal with it.

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BELOW ALL ADDED ON 08-16-2013:

This article was written quickly and not intended upon publishing to have a great rhythm or flow.

All links, with the exception of the very first one, have been added, as all most, but not all of my works may get edited and added to.

My visionary writing has often been articulated before the facts have come forth. My writings are often copied in theme, and what i find most important is not critical acclaim, but the sharing of ideas in a think tank sort of out of the box thinking that will, as has most often been the case, act as a catalyst for others to research, study, educate themselves, and share what they find with the general public.

Watch the dates of publishing, the dates (that I always include in edits, or additions) and then the dates of supporting links, or even non-supporting links, and you can see for yourself the original ideas I hold within are cutting edge and visionary, although  certainly shared with others.

On the other hand, I was published at The United States Department of Energy on October 1, 2010, and it is my philosophy in my own words that I will include in a few paragraphs (an excerpt of the entire article) that I will include, and it was not long after that "massive wholesale" changes were the new norm in the entire marketplace.

Letter about HRDC submitted to the Cumberland Times News

SYNOPSIS:

October 1, 2010
Weatherization Assistance Program client, John S. Swygert of Cumberland Maryland, expresses in a letter his personal satisfaction with the energy efficiency measures installed in his home by the Allegany County Human Resources Development Commission.

PARAGRAPHS / EXCERPT:
This to me is exactly the essence of what the " GREEN MOVEMENT" is all about. First, reducing our own personal carbon footprint by efficiently consuming less natural resources through the use of modern and more efficient technology. Using this more modern technology creates a new work force with a fresh clean perspective, thus creating more jobs in many ways from manufacturing the new products (often made of recycleables), teaching the new philosophy and techniques to students in the trade on their way to earning their licenses, and thusly creating new jobs as we push the envelope to gain the upper hand on treating Mother Earth more properly and respectfully. Once this cycle has started we can continue down a path of better design by engineers making even more efficient products that not long were even deemed possible or at the very least, not feasible. Each change in technology has the ability to further revolutionize this new "Green Industry" thus propelling the industry along. 

This is what I consider a new philosophy that has been evolving in the last few recent years very rapidly especially and mostly due to our recent and/or current recession and the fears faced by the rise in fuel prices (in particular petroleum products). These are valuable lessons we are learning and this is something we can demonstrate and share with the rest of the world as we pave the way into a new green future, but it takes fine programs like these.

As an early nation we were strictly in an "Agricultural Era", as all we had was raw land. Once we became efficient as a nation and were able to sustain life at home in the U.S.A. with the food we grew and other raw materials we farmed and with the wealth we started to amass as a nation while trading at home and especially abroad with other nations, we began to transition into an "Industrial Age". After labor prices rose here for many reasons, we often outsourced labor to other nations, as it was often less expensive to manufacture in those nations and then ship it abroad and/or back home for trade. We were the industrial giant of the world. After amassing even greater wealth and becoming one of, if not the most, wealthiest nations in the world and with our labor prices rising ever sharper, we made the transition into the "Service Age". We. as a nation are beyond that now as an era and are, I believe, at the beginning of the wild frontier of the "Green Era". We now have the ability to pave the way for the world and with the world as we are upon the threshold of this new golden age. The basic philosophy of this program simply illustrates how it helps so many from the less fortunate as myself, to the blue collar workers all the way up to the white collar professionals. This is a simple and beautiful system that should be emulated often during this transition that is currently effecting all industries and market places. We, in the great state of Maryland in particular, should be proud that we are on the cutting edge of the new "Green Era" as we are swiftly becoming the leaders setting the stage for others to follow. We in Maryland utilize wind, hydro, and solar energy and are doing so more and more often every year. We, as a nation, must maintain this path of growth and efficiency in order to move forward and build our new worldwide economy while setting an example for other countries.
http://www1.eere.energy.gov/wip/news_detail.html?news_id=16404

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Visions of Unity

Lofty goals I see ahead,
we will achieve together as one,
once only we leave the way we live now,
leave whats done as done.

Together moving forward,
no hand reaches for food,
water abundant and fresh,
cleanse away our sinful residue.

rinse over our bodies,
and nourish our souls,
baptize us all in His glory,
hear bells as they toll.

Thought before action,
with goodness in heart,
forgiveness shall be first offered,
results in goodness start.

I ask thee bless us all,
bathe us in Your Light,
help us to glorify your Beauty,
seeing for us your sight.

Granting Grace and Faith,
onward we adventure forward,
I desire Love for All, Peace and Wisdom,
.sarwkcard eb dlouw esle llA

I pray the Churches hear the message,
heal together as one,
deception serves no useful purpose,
this message shall resound.

Utopia a fictional realm.
written by man from dream,
heaven a promise from The Almighty,
Free to flow as a cool mountain stream.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Selling Gold for Souls ~ Poetry / Lyric ~ MobiusTripz

I sold some gold, just today,
I could not believe how much was paid.

I have needs and jewelry, not one,
bills to be met,
the greedy pay high,
hoarding does no good,
as we all surely die.

to rise again, a question,
we all ask in our souls,
could I possibly be chosen,
and to be like He re arisen?

Language has distorted again,
causing great deep divide,
mother Earth tries to warn us,
most not hearing the call.

Loud as trumpets from Heaven,
in unison so clear,
God-given ears sometimes not hearing,
what He who gave you ears to hear.

So the gold I sold,
was just something I found,
like a gift from heaven,
my thoughts resound.

Perhaps I should return it,
as I saw in it a name,
and a school from which,
this woman did the knowledge she obtain.

I also have this map,
by a man named Ligorio,
He worked for two Popes in Italy,
This dude made the show.

Must be worth at least several thousand,
U. of Mich, Library of Congress, And Barry Ruderman,
places and people who I spoke,
belonged once to Catharina (Katrina) Baart Biddle,
a past American artist of quite a note.

Perhaps from the 1500s this map of Rome was made,
carved in wood then printed,
handcrafted as a carpenter inspired,
A God-given talent perspective. (persistent to thine soul)

Perhaps it's from the 1800s on old carved wood print
of yesteryear,
not the same quality of print or paper,
but still extremely rare.

Shall I sell my gold,
or just give it away?
These moral playgrounds,
on which we play.

Decisions on the mind do weigh,
they get tossed too and fro,
Federer and Nadal volley neurons,
through axons to dendrites repeatedly,
as comets like backhands inaccurate not.

Decisions are a process,
sometimes to place on a shelf,
not making these decisions,
If for through your soul you Love yourself.

Decisions never made,
do solid foundations lay,
fortresses to Heaven,
when sin you do betray.

This earth may be unholy,
tragedies pervade,
the media, the Internet, the new Roku that I play,
news of historical biblical proportion,
act out on the tragedies stage.

Often we are under-informed,
mass panic would certainly fail,
but as I learned in Boy Scouts,
Always be prepared,
I hear the trumpets loudly,
ringing in my ear.

I pray for your soul to hears this,
celestial melodious, triumphant, voluptuous, harmonies,
relax enjoy each day a gift,
love and enjoy right where you desire to be.

Follow the Heart,
for it always knows the desires that follow the light,
working while helping others,
legacies left for the afterlife.

Humble is not truly knowing what humble is.
What is humble as I feel like a sponge on society,
What is humble as my Rome falls around me 2011,
the only promise is, soon after is Heaven.

The Raptures come riding on horses,
this is John telling all the churches,
I have written what you read to the churches in John,
I am John.

This is a time,
for Peace for all to share, excluding no being or plant.
respecting all that is a life which as much may be left quite undefined.
depends on the view from your stand.

To travel incandescently,
deep into one's mind,
illuminatingly you travel to your soul,
where answers from He abound.

The perfectness of physics,
even with so little we know,
mathematics a perfection,
or perhaps variable with shifting poles.

It's not uncommon for airports,
to renumber runways due to polar shift,
no reason to be alarmed,
even if you never heard this crap before.

The shift is accelerating,
new angles, and forces on this Earth,
not yet by we experienced,
let knowledge, good judgment, and faith guide you forth.

I choose my soul over Gold,
Preservation through me from him given,
a physical wreck of a man,
I have slowly rearisen.

I live Faith and prayer on a daily basis,
not perfect as a human I am,
wrong I may do often,
but to my soul, I refract like a prism

A rainbow of like surrounds me always,
gives my life meaning and shows me deep value,
people, cats, kittens, dogs, puppies,
Angel Love Dogs will adore and admire you.

My body healing swiftly at times,
surgery or not?
Not the gut feeling
been down that road before,
more damage was done looking back,
I open the wiser door.

I start from prayer in the heart upon the knee,
as lazy I at times do not kneel,
I must be careful with this back,
if I wish it to truly perfectly heal.

I pray for you now as you read this as I ask you to do for thee,
No matter your color, language, profession, past, religion,
open our minds together as one,
understanding that there is no victory in WAR.

I pray we do not compete with China in an arms race,

the children of the cold war generation know it well,
Russia we thought such bastards!
media puppet show,
propaganda sells.

Goodbye Blackbirds
it's hard to cry,
with all the children,
starving everywhere.

"Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky," Terry Jacks - Seasons In The Sun

songs of memories soon forgotten?
Selling our souls for gold, or Offering Your Soul.
enlighten thee to enlighten me,
and me thee.

Trumpets ring,
seals are broken,
scrolls aloud read,
God has spoken!

Mount Etna


ComScore Dormant you sat unexpected,
the poles slightly redirected,
coincidence? perspective!
Maybe just God's directive.

Plato watched from Sicily,
as Mount Vesuvius annihilated Sicily's Pompei,
some scoff at this writing thinking fiction,
January 13, 2011 Mount Etna reminds of us this display.

A planet approaches our world,
the media is quite content,
puppet of the government,
not sharing sentence or cent.

Building underground cities,
deep under mountain, earth, and clay,
did they ever ponder,
that lava might come their way?

To write, to scribe, to communicate and too dream,
literature describes the ways,
antiquarian debris from the past,
repeats our very destiny.

It's all been done before,
many times apast,
many horses riding,
coming swiftly moving fast.

Revelations do not just appear,
They are happening with each breath sweet air we breathe,
pollution we contribute,
next breath perhaps disease.

Friday, December 31, 2010

The key

History holds the key
open eyes can see
what happened once before
go ahead, open that door

lessons not learned
repeated time and time again
peoples foolishness
seven deadly sins

the greeks, the romans, the christians
the egyptions, the celts, the jews,
listen to your silly talk,
you do not pay for heaven
sitting in a pew

you work a fruitful life
not consumed with sin
you cannot worry about it
human condition lets it in

we all walk a similar road
the end is exactly the same
why walk against the flow
why fight the natural grain

wood is solid
and mostly fluid
dynamic properties
the grain can be observed all through it

have vision
and go with that flow
fight it and
more quickly you will go

to a lake of fire
where those souls pay with death
for what could have been forever
they commit the greatest theft

to kill one self the greatest sin
not to kill another man
not to steal property of another
your life should you value, not take by thy own hand

ten commandments
written in stone
atop a mountain
where all can see

if lost forever
residing in our souls
we all know that these exist
part of our destiny

innately we all know the truth
it rings as loud as a church bell
the entire town can hear it
ignore it, go to hell

THE BELL TOLLS
THE BELL ALWAYS TOLLS
TIME PASSES SWIFTLY
THE FUTURE UNFOLDS

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

MobiusTripz New Site Up and Running !!!

Just visit:

www.peaceiscoming.net

all of my music is available there for

FREE STREAMING

for your listening pleasure.

The album is shooting through the charts at all the digital outlets online and is a breed of new music that is refreshingly different and very unique, but it is easy to hear roots and influence from nearly any type of music imaginable.

There are several different songs that are topping these charts and they are in several different genres as well...quite unique! ...so have fun listening.

MobiusTripz ~ Peace Is Coming! Part 2: 1Timeemit1

is being processed as this is being written and will be released at most all digital retailers anyday now...

This musical album is written to be viewed under the default graphics settings for Windows Media Player, as the music was written with the visual graphics in mind to display the music like no album before it and is quite a beautiful visual musical experience that you must just see, as words cannot do it justice.

It is reccomeneded that you purchase the album online and then listen to it in its entirety while watching the Windows Media Player.

There is a strong story line that will lead to deep pondering and perhaps open the mind towards new and better insights as we all proceed forward.

I hope you thoroughly enjoy this new musicak experience and please share it with your friends.

Also, please go to , www.reverbnation.com, and join our mailing list and beome a fan, and you can easily be kept up to date on everything the band is working on, including more new material that should be released in the middle of 2011 if not sooner.

A clothing line will be makingits debut as well soon, so stay in touch and email any comments or suggestions you would like to share please.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Leonard Ahearn and the Invasion of D-Day, a Lesson In Life for All to Share

What is the price for Peace.

Let me simply start by stating that Leonard Ahern was my Spanish teacher in high school, both my sophomore and junior years at Fort Hunt High School.

He was in many ways the most challenging teacher I ever had, and after the first day of being his student, I have to admit, I thought he was a mad man and I had never seen such discipline, which I at first mis-took for maybe insanity...boy, was I wrong...what a brilliant and beautiful man.

After not doing well my first year in Spanish 1, I had to repeat Spanish 1. I opted, actually insisted, to have Senor Ahern again. My senior year I skipped to Spanish 3 and it was perhaps too simple after what I took two years to learn from his teaching me Spanish 1.

I was slow...no problems with the accent, or the vocabulary and respective spelling, however I could not stay up with learning thirteen verb conjugations, which I had somehow not been taught properly in plain English, my native tongue

To further explain, for example, would be to say that a verb in its basic un-conjugated form is the infinitive, and then depending on how it is conjugated to display the tense of a sentence i.e., past participle, present participle, etc., again I had never been explained these meanings in English.

As to not blame a teacher per se in my own experience, I grew up very sickly with asthma and nearly died, and it may be there that I missed those days in school.

I have always been smart, but education was always a hale storm of playing catch up when I was recovering and always tough just to make B's and C's...when healthy, I always performed better, receiving A's and B's.

This condition, in turn, was a blessing, as it gave me two years of one the finest teachers I have ever had from Kindergarten all the way through college...He is at the top tied with five total.

Senor Leonard Ahern, and I state his name that way, because it was what he demanded in his classroom, and therefore I will still respect today, was a strict disciplinarian

On Monday and Tuesday we had quizzes, Wednesday was a dict (dictation), Thursday yet again another quiz, and Friday (and a nightmare my first year of Spanish 1) a verb test!

He told us this the first day I ever had him as a teacher and it was a sweltering 90+ degree day (so it seemed as we were on the sunny side of the high school) and I wondered where on earth had I landed such that I am going to be tested like this???

He said we would never receive 100%, because no person and no test was perfect!

He stated, and he was more then likely about 62 at this time, that he had never missed a day of teaching, so if we thought we would ever get a break from him, forget it!

He even put his yellow Camaro into the Potomac River one icy morning...and still made it to his job teaching at school...his dedication was and I am certain still is considered second to none.

My brother had him as a teacher for French, and Donnie my brother, had nothing to say but great, great things about Senor Ahern (Misur Ahern for him).

I believe my sister Susan had him as a French teacher as well.

He and his friends referred to him as Mighty Mouse, and never t his face however.

Donnie, as I , wrestled, so we appreciated people that were in great shape, and we were each relatively small in our respective size growing up.

Senor Ahearn told me he awoke at 2:30 a.m. every morning from his Georgetown home in Washington D.C., where he would then go to the YMCA, and swim laps and do sit ups.

2500 sit ups a week! I do not recall the amount of laps he would swim, but it was a ton too...he did this every single day of every week!

He always dressed impeccably, and has these beautiful silk custom tailored thin ties, that I adored because he had style and he knew what looked shape and distinguished on him, but was never a flamboyant man.

He was beyond humble, in a way I had never known, nor did I truly have an inkling of how humble, until what I have read about him recently and the gift he left behind after his passing.

He knew life was valuable, as I would learn as my own years have passed.

It is amazing how perspective can or may and hopefully will continually change into one which is even more beautiful with deeper meaning upon introspection with new experience always accounted for as we age and travel through time.

Being tutored both my first and second year with him as my teacher was great...as it was these after school times that I learned one on one what it was I could not grasp during class with the other students.

I always did well on all testing, except the verb test, and if you failed a portion of tests and quizzes, collectively, as the way they were accounted for in his grading, you could theoretically perform with A's everywhere, and F's in one field, and flunk the class in it's entirety, which I did my first year.

So I repeated Spanish 1 and finally something clicked, and Spanish was really never a challenge after that point, as I think I rarely had to even study in Spanish 3, because now all the material was a repeat...that was the volume he could teach in just a years school time.

I felt now ready to be immersed in a Spanish speaking culture and learn the language and become fluent, which I still have not, however, the knowledge is still mostly all there in my mind and in tact, because he was that impressionable as a professor, and I will say professor out of respect as well, as he was such a master of his craft.

So it was one day after school, that we discussed some amazing thins, and it was actually many days.

To my recollection I had mentioned my Father and my Brother being West Pointers (as Donnie was an 1982 graduate and my Father an 1952) Donnie would have been serving his commission of at that time a required five years after graduation.

The year would have been, for me, 1982-1983, if my calculation is correct, and perhaps even the second year with him as my professor, 1983-1984.

One day after school, I spoke of my Father having served in Korea and Viet Nam, and that now my brother, which I so love as my Father, was going into active duty, and that I was scared I would lose him forever, as I almost did my own father.

My Father while in Viet Nam, was shot through a flight helmet on a helicopter by a sniper, and it went through his helmet, grazed the crown of his skull so that he received many stitches and a Purple Heart.

The helmet somehow caught the bullet in such a way that it slowed it so that it curved around the inside as it fell out the back. The damage to my Father had been done.

We lived in rural Pennsylvania at the time...and my recall, and it is one of my first memories, (the very first of which was a plane crash in a Pennsylvania air show that was truly like coming into life as the result of a big bang!...another story I will blog about here at some point in the near future), as I recall at age forty two today.

All I remember is being in our farm house and Mom telling me something terrible had happened, but that Daddy was OK, however he had been hurt by another man's gun.

What a sick feeling, at about age three to five, to even be able to conceive of such sin and understand the permanence of my Father may never be coming home ever again to Grace our family was utterly shocking and demoralizing, and still makes me so ill to this day that any of us can act so disgustingly brazen as to use weapons against one another makes my souls cry to the lord with prayer that no man ever suffer this hurt or pain at any level.

I later lost a close friend to murder from the bullet of a gun...and it still hurts too...but there are deep lessons here, and they need to be shared so we may all leave that disgust in the past, and not carry it forward as we move collectively, and I pray, towards Peace!

So, Senor Ahern one day while we spoke after school, saw my hurt, as only he could, and saw my innocent but real deep pain and tried to ease my pain and explain to me about so much so fast with such graphic detail that it could do nothing more then leave an indelible impression like a photograph in my mind.

I am never one to be quiet long, but when Senor Ahern told me these things...I did not open my mouth...my eyes made up for that, as I am sure they were huge taking this all in, and I knew he could see it, and I his eyes as well...intensity beyond words in all reality, as he explained what war was really, like, and it is just now that I recall why he told me this as well.

I had told him I was scared for my brother that he may have to go forward in my Father's footsteps and perhaps make that ultimate sacrifice NONE OF US should ever have to make, because war to me in itself is such an inherent, bur seemingly necessary evil as human beings...it disgusts me to the core of my soul!

I said that my Daddy (and I have Southern roots and that is what I call my Father if we are together and will do so here, as it creates a much closer exposure to me and my situation at that time and today that I want to make abundantly clear) as I explained to Senor Ahearn, never told me much of anything about war.

I told him that I knew my father almost died in a foreign land, and that I would want to know all that he went through so that I could share with others and lead a life that would bring no man to such a place ever again...such an idealist I have always been, and tears roll down my face even now as I cry, because I believe this is possible still today...if we all have faith, help one another as he did me, and carry each other or lift each others spirits upwards.

I selfishly wanted my father to share with me, but it was Senor Ahearn that shared with me the travesty that is WAR !

I also had a neighbor who was a survivor of Auschwitz, so I know first hand from two of the most terrible atrocities in modern recorded history, what war...I am sorry...three examples with my very own Father, of the incredible pain of war...and I have never once stepped on a battle field nor ever been in the military myself, which I did have aspirations of being a West Pointer as well. I am however thankful I never was, no matter how proud I may be of my Father and my Brother, and always will be.

I am thankful to report, my brother's son, just this year, declined his appointment to West Point, and instead, went to the Honors College at the University of South Carolina. Amen!.

I never want Sterling to be on a battle field either! and this I will continue to pray for on a daily basis, as I do for all people in this world.

Communication and understanding through education and language are what we so desperately need.

We cannot afford to go on with war as an acceptable alternative, it only comes from a (I almost said childish, which is such a poor choice, as we as children are innocent and have such beautiful clarity) fear based reactive or proactive stature that always leaves a larger mess, no matter the perceived winner, and in it's wake, such devastation for countless others for generation to come.

One soldier at war, can potentially cause a death that then resonates through time and effect thousands of others.

Think about that as you read what comes next.

It is now D-Day...and senor Ahearn is on an amphibious vehicle, and he is in the "first wave" of the invasion.

He is packed onto this machine with other soldiers, all with rifle and heavy ruck sack!

He even has a carrier pigeon to send message back and forth.

Senor Ahern always stressed language..so please DO take this to heart...his message was one of understanding and sharing and compassion through language, our most incredible barrier today, still!

He even had a job at the Russian Embassy before becoming a teacher, and he was a translator, which he said he could do so near perfection (but again as he always emphasized, nothing is perfect...except...), although he could not speak Russian fluently, and that was so counter intuitive to me at the time, however it is clear to me today that it is not only possible, but real and actual, and was a fact he testified to which I understand today.

First we understand language before we speak it.

We, hopefully, will all be better able to articulate our thoughts and vision with clarity as time passes and we learn more and more, and understand the true importance of life, experience, language, education, history, geography, and every other subject, not object, that we learn as we live.

So the machine carrying these men to death or so close to it, approaches the beach head which lay before them rather beautiful and serene...they were ordered to storm the beach and claim this strategic point to secure our entrance as one nation of many "Allies" into this area.

They, on his machine, had no idea they were in a channel, and that channel, as channels are, was deep.

So off he goes into the water thinking it perhaps only waist to shoulder high, and before he can think, he is very deep under water sinking like a rock and knowing that drowning is imminent.

Training kicks in and he intuitively knows to ditch the ruck sack, and rifle, or certainly drown.

So he ditched the very tools to save him only steps beyond where he is now!

The pigeon drowns as well.

To him,, he has failed already, as part of his responsibility is to send message back via pigeon to the "men in charge".

Senor Ahern is not a man of failure, but of action instead, so he quickly ditches his supplies and makes his swim to the beach.

Keep in mind, he at least became an avid swimmer, regardless of if he had been or not before this point in time, swimming saved his life at this point in time, and kept him fit and trim for his entire future and was always an integral part of his life from that point forward, thankfully recreationaly.

The men that reached the beach before him had (some of them) carried boxes of rifles to the beach, where he stated they "cracked the boxes open" quickly on the beach head so that if anyone needed a rifle, because it was obviously known that this type of invasion carried with it the inherent likelihood of losing your rifle, they could easily find one quickly.

As his eyes grew now even larger and deeper as he explained to me what happened next I sat in utter silence and listened intently.

What moments ago lay ahead of them and appeared serene was now a field of artillery and gunfire and pure death nearly unimaginable.

He stated to me that he got to the beach, and the boxes of rifles were not even needed, as the dead lay "EVERYWHERE" ON THAT BEACH, AND HE COMPREHENDED WHAT HE SAW BUT AT THE SAME TIME, COULD NOT BELIEVE the real and utter shock of what was actually transpiring.

Who is really ever prepared do die in WAR ? No one.

With dead everywhere, he quickly found a rifle, from another man by his dead body, not from a box.

He stated that he made it, somehow in a blur of utter shock and disbelief, past the beach head to a somewhat safer area, where he was able to regroup with others that survived the initial carnage.

So imagine if you will soaking wet, this man maybe 5'5" at most, and very fit and trim and I would have to say no more then 170 lbs, but more then likely, 150 lbs., or perhaps slightly smaller, arrives on the beach head where there is a barrage of gunfire and artillery and smoke so thick you can barely see, with dead everywhere...on the sand and floating in the water.

Finally he is with his friends that survived, as they regroup to move forward trying to achieve their goal.

He said it was hard to have a friend, because in an instant he may be dead. He also stated however, that you have to have friends in order to survive, and I deeply understood this and saw the pain along with the intensity that he was sharing with me.

It was rather like being transported in my own mind right to his time and experience, as though I was by his side at the moment of what was happening, although it had happened so many years earlier.

It was deeply moving and intense, as he knew how to explain something with such perfect language and delivery.

He was truly an artisan of words and language like no one I had ever before or since known.

I know now why my Father and so many others cannot speak of the atrocities of their own personal experience of war, and I understand Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or "shell shock", or whatever you want to call it, deeper then I ever cared too, but content with the knowledge, knowing that I do not have to experience it, because of great men like these I have mentioned thus far, certainly including my Father, which I confess, I selfishly wanted to share with me what it was he had seen, so I would not relish in it all, but learn from it, so no man ever again would know the pain I knew as a boy.

Upon further reflection now especially, I only would desire him to share it with me more deeply if it would not hurt him upon recollection and would further help me define such tragedy ion order to be a better catalyst to prevent it.

I do not think anything can have deeper, although may have equal. Impact as what Senor Ahern explain to me, so to hear more countless stories on that perspective would be fruitless to convey any further meaning to me, and would simply be selfish, unless only under the circumstance that per chance by lending an ear and my soul I could perhaps relieve a little pain from another.

On a quick tangent, "The Wall", as written by Roger Waters of Pink Floyd fame and performed by Pink Floyd first, and currently by Roger Waters on tour now as I right this, starts with him losing his Father to war...so I deeply identify with this movie at every level, as well as with the music therein. It is based on WW2 and the devastation and life changing ripple effect that it has on the psyche of the survivors, even and perhaps more importantly, the ones that did not even see action, but may have been mere children.

So now, past the beach, and not the woods on an ascent, he and they with him, ascent the hill side towards their collective destination, as well as each perhaps their own, and unknown momentary yet permanent respective destination.

Over and over, he intensely told me, he lost men all around him, shot right in the forehead.

At first it was thought to be precision adversary rifleman snipers that were killing as so trained,
and indeed it was a part of what happened, but after he and other survivors analyzing this horrific tragedy all around them, (and this through communication !!! the key to life, peace and prosperity), they realized that not only were these men, their friends. consistently being shot and killed with a single shot to the head, but worse they realized they each had a target on their own heads in the form of what was on their helmets.

Each had a helmet with their respective insignia right smack in the middle of the forehead area of the helmet ans this acted as a bull's eye or as a target, if you will!

They immediately found dirt which they mixed with spit or water or mud nearby, and camouflaged these helmets, by simply covering this area with the mud and dirt they quickly smeared all over, and passed this along verbally to anyone nearby, in order to do so.

These men, if not already having received, should receive the Congressional Medal of Honor or at the very least, if not already once again, The Silver Star, because what is unknown now is how many lives this action has saved on that day and forward into today.

This I will research and suggest in a letter to Congress.

If your reading this now and want to do so, I urge you to take those steps yourself to contact me so we can do it together.

This may have even been the first real modern day act that became or evolved into our modern day camouflage.

He said that few others were killed similarly once they placed the mud and dirt over these insignia targets on their helmets.

It would and does seem so obvious in retrospect, as is always the case, however, it is one of those such seemingly non consequential examples that was so easily overlooked.

We often over plan perhaps the logistical arena and on the other hand do not know well enough the unseen and unknown which is still predictable, when having shared this knowledge.

I know this now, because of him, and for that i am thankful...perhaps it will save lives in the future still...and at a deeper level, I pray because we all see the pure stupidity that is WAR !

What these men did is remarkable and perhaps the very event that brought our infantry and other divisions into a modernization realized because of the need of camouflage.

Nature is always a great teacher, as camouflage is always all around us in so many forms naturally, and it is just one very reason we should all be students of nature, as most great poets and writers have been through the hall of time.

Senor Ahern left a beautiful legacy after a seemingly humble life.

He was humble, as nothing humbles another such as DEATH!

He was much more deeply thankful for life and passionate about sharing its value, especially through the importance of education.

Please read this link, as it was so eloquently written, and explains such a beautiful gift left to others by such a beautiful man, OF PEACE !

He shared with me, and as he has departed, I feel compelled to share his story and legacy, as he was and is a great man.

My hat is off to "Mighty Mouse", as my brother and his friends, and then I, refer to this great man.

Passion and inspiration through education and peace breed the same likeness!

That to me is the essence of one of my finest teachers personally speaking, as well as all of my professors in general...to teach anything else is ultimately fruitless!

I pray that these words do not fall on deaf ears or closed mind, but shall they, I pray then that they echo and resonate within the reader for a long time, until there is a clarity that war is pain ad infinitum.

Please read this link, or you cheat yourself the rest of this incredible real life experience and education that he so wanted to share with everyone, so that less may suffer.

The price for Peace does not need to be the loss of LIFE...it should be life and thankfulness and understanding through education and experience and communication that brings forth less stupidity which results in WAR!

We are in "The Green Era", and it is should be an era that is enhanced with the technology at hand and therefore should swiftly propel us forward into an era of Peace and Understanding first and tantamount to anything else, as we are better able to communicate and educate ourselves more quickly then ever, especially with the Internet and all the excellent sources of information at our fingertips today, and thus left with no valid excuses to proceed forward as a species as we have so tragically in the past.

Fear is based in a lack of misunderstanding...simple as that.

I always try to read with an open mind, as open as possible, if only just slightly more open hen a moment ago, understanding that it is not my perspective that is ultimately important, but our collective perspective through sharing experience and then building upon collective vision towards peaceful means to bring enhancements to everyone.

The seven deadly sins are alive and well, as today tensions are high world wide now, more then ever, as I write this on December 22, 2010.

I would rather die broke and with passion and having left a legacy, then to die a financially rich man that was a selfish pig.

Senor Ahern left a legacy. he never suffered financially, but rather humbly existed comfortably, a long while on a path to leave a legacy so beautiful mathematically that it should perpetuate itself to benefit countless others for a long time.

Being close to death gave him great vision. language gave him great vision. Education gave him great vision.

He utilized all of this knowledge to lead a life in mere obscurity as a public school teacher, not PRIVATE, as mentions in the link, as that was incorrect reported.

He knew where help was so greatly needed, and I for one am thankful for that vision, because of this vision he had and shared with me, I ultimately benefited and am now able to share with you what he shared with me, which so many men cannot repeat with the profoundness that he so candidly shared with me, as it is just to painful so often for .

The price of Peace. Freedom.

Understand that I as a man do not hate a soul, even the souls that have hurt and killed my own loved ones and friends.

I am no more perfect then anyone other man, nor will I claim to ever be.

I am just a mere human being trying to do my best and often seemingly failing along the way.

He taught me failure can and shall be overcome, if you have Faith and understanding, and share that experience and use it to help others, no matter the short term expense to the self, where all sin really resides and roots here on this earth.

Greed and money, the root of all evil? Perhaps simply man is the root of all evil.

Theories abound and always will, but for me personally, gain is pointless unless it helps others more then it helps me.

Thanks Senor Leonard Ahearn, for sharing with me what was such tragedy, so that I may have shared your perspective from a time and experience from before that which I came forth.

You are missed, but for me, will never be forgotten, and that may sound cliche, as so often the deepest things to myself do, however, it is a lesson so worth sharing.

I know why he said no test score will ever receive 100% on his grade, because he knew we are all flawed as human beings...he never tried to be perfect, but rather through education and strict discipline instilled knowledge and experience (both from personal experience and learned from teachings of others) to touch our souls.

I never failed Spanish in reality, even though I got D's and F's in my first attempt, I was truly right where I was suppose to be hearing what I was suppose to learn, which was a deep deep lesson I will never forget.

I am thankful to every soldier everywhere that has stood and especially fought and perhaps perished, for what they believed in, but I think I would rather die non resistant today (at least in the sense of me and a gun or any weapon) then to possibly send a ripple effect that is death that will travel well beyond my space in time, and continually effect countless others in the future.

I choose what Senor Ahern taught me which is education, understanding, language and communication to perpetuate PEACE, because it is what he and others have taught me.

Many great men have fought many tragic wars to come home deemed heroes, but the heroes they are typically despised what it was that made them heroes.

Tyrants and civilizations always die!

Legacies can last forever...and if it is a legacy not based in offering hope after one has passed, then there is no legacy.

What will be your legacy?

Here is his.

Please I urge you to read this, you may have to copy and paste it into your browser's address bar.

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Alumnus' gift to Cheverus pays forward his success By Kelley Bouchard kbouchard@mainetoday.com
Staff Writer

PORTLAND — As the first recipient of the Ahern Scholarship for Cheverus High School graduates, Tom Yates feels the weight of high expectations. And he's OK with it.

click image to enlarge Senior Tom Yates is the first recipient of a $40,000 scholarship created by a gift to Cheverus High School by Leonard Ahern, a member of the Class of 1940.
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Leonard F. Ahern was a Cheverus alumnus and a longtime teacher who left $1 million to the private high school when he died in June 2008 at the age of 89. The gift was the second-largest in the school's history.
It established a $40,000 annual scholarship to be awarded to a deserving senior who demonstrates Cheverus' principles of intellectual competence, personal growth, spiritual development, commitment to justice and community leadership.
Though Yates never met Ahern, the 18-year-old scholar and athlete aspires to be like his unexpected benefactor.
"Mr. Ahern truly represents what a Cheverian should be: loving, caring, concerned about others," said Yates, who lives in West Baldwin. "This scholarship represents how much I've grown over my four years at Cheverus and how I'm developing as a leader and how much I have to contribute in the future."
Yates, who will graduate in June, plans to use the scholarship to study business management and psychology at Stonehill College in Easton, Mass. The money will be awarded in $10,000 increments over four years. With a financial aid package provided by the college, his annual tuition, room and board of nearly $46,000 will be paid in full.
"I'm pretty much set," Yates said. "Financially, the Ahern Scholarship took a lot of pressure off."
Yates is an honor roll student, a senior class officer and a co-president of the student council at Cheverus, a Jesuit Catholic college-preparatory school for boys and girls. He's also an Eagle Scout, a jazz trumpet player, a member of the school's soccer, track and lacrosse teams, and a coach and third-degree black belt in tae kwon do.
He started the Cheverus International Club, joined the Spanish and Haiti Solidarity clubs and was inducted into the National Honor Society. He volunteers regularly in a soup kitchen and works part time at a sushi restaurant.
"In my mind, Tom Yates' name resonates with maturity and leadership," said Valerie Webster, a Cheverus guidance counselor. "He is an extraordinarily energetic young man with many interests and talents."
Still, Yates was shocked to learn that he had won the scholarship. "The other six people who were nominated were top students," he said.
Yates is the son of Kenneth Yates, a small-business owner, and Yeong-Rae An, a home health aide who was an accountant in her native Korea.
Yates speaks fluent Korean and attends the Rainbow United Methodist Church on Washington Avenue in Portland, which serves the small but tightly knit Korean community in southern Maine.
"My Korean heritage is very important to me," Yates said, noting that respect for elders and others is emphasized in the Korean community, and friends are treated like family.
Education is important to both of his parents, Yates said. His pending graduation from Cheverus will help ease his father's regret at turning down an opportunity to attend the private school when he was a teenager. Yates said he has chosen to study business largely because he shares his parents' aptitudes for the field.
It's fitting that a business major is the first recipient of the Ahern Scholarship, said Steven Ahern, Leonard's nephew.
"My uncle was a financial wizard," said Ahern, who lives in Windham. "He was very frugal, and he learned to invest his money well. He pretty much taught himself."
Leonard Ahern was born on Prince Edward Island and moved to Portland with his family when he was about 10.
His father, Michael, came to work on the railroad but missed his livelihood as a fisherman back home. When his mother, Elizabeth, refused to return to Prince Edward Island, the couple separated, and Michael Ahern went back to Canada alone.
Elizabeth Ahern stayed in Portland with her five children and worked in restaurants as a waitress and cook. Later, she ran her own restaurants in Portland, Ogunquit and Wells.
"My uncle had a deep love and respect for his mother," Steven Ahern said. "That's why he dedicated the scholarship to her."
After graduating from Cheverus in 1940, Ahern served in the Army during World War II, which is when he became a U.S. citizen, his nephew said. Afterward, he earned a bachelor's degree from the University of Maine and a master's degree from George Washington University.
He worked briefly as a translator for the U.S. government in France and, after settling in Washington, D.C., taught French and Spanish for decades at a private school in Alexandria, Va.
He also tutored high school and college students and worked as a waiter at French restaurants that catered to employees of and visitors to the French Embassy.
Leonard Ahern never married or had children. His ashes were interred in Arlington National Cemetery in Washington in a moving service that his nephew attended.
In establishing a scholarship at Cheverus, Leonard Ahern ensured that his love of learning would live on.
"He dedicated his life to education," Steven Ahern said. "He enjoyed going to Cheverus. I think some of the Jesuits who taught him really motivated him to learn."
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Alumnus' gift to Cheverus pays forward his success By Kelley Bouchard kbouchard@mainetoday.com
Staff Writer

PORTLAND — As the first recipient of the Ahern Scholarship for Cheverus High School graduates, Tom Yates feels the weight of high expectations. And he's OK with it.

click image to enlargeSenior Tom Yates is the first recipient of a $40,000 scholarship created by a gift to Cheverus High School by Leonard Ahern, a member of the Class of 1940.
Leonard Ahern
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Leonard F. Ahern was a Cheverus alumnus and a longtime teacher who left $1 million to the private high school when he died in June 2008 at the age of 89. The gift was the second-largest in the school's history.
It established a $40,000 annual scholarship to be awarded to a deserving senior who demonstrates Cheverus' principles of intellectual competence, personal growth, spiritual development, commitment to justice and community leadership.
Though Yates never met Ahern, the 18-year-old scholar and athlete aspires to be like his unexpected benefactor.
"Mr. Ahern truly represents what a Cheverian should be: loving, caring, concerned about others," said Yates, who lives in West Baldwin. "This scholarship represents how much I've grown over my four years at Cheverus and how I'm developing as a leader and how much I have to contribute in the future."
Yates, who will graduate in June, plans to use the scholarship to study business management and psychology at Stonehill College in Easton, Mass. The money will be awarded in $10,000 increments over four years. With a financial aid package provided by the college, his annual tuition, room and board of nearly $46,000 will be paid in full.
"I'm pretty much set," Yates said. "Financially, the Ahern Scholarship took a lot of pressure off."
Yates is an honor roll student, a senior class officer and a co-president of the student council at Cheverus, a Jesuit Catholic college-preparatory school for boys and girls. He's also an Eagle Scout, a jazz trumpet player, a member of the school's soccer, track and lacrosse teams, and a coach and third-degree black belt in tae kwon do.
He started the Cheverus International Club, joined the Spanish and Haiti Solidarity clubs and was inducted into the National Honor Society. He volunteers regularly in a soup kitchen and works part time at a sushi restaurant.
"In my mind, Tom Yates' name resonates with maturity and leadership," said Valerie Webster, a Cheverus guidance counselor. "He is an extraordinarily energetic young man with many interests and talents."
Still, Yates was shocked to learn that he had won the scholarship. "The other six people who were nominated were top students," he said.
Yates is the son of Kenneth Yates, a small-business owner, and Yeong-Rae An, a home health aide who was an accountant in her native Korea.
Yates speaks fluent Korean and attends the Rainbow United Methodist Church on Washington Avenue in Portland, which serves the small but tightly knit Korean community in southern Maine.
"My Korean heritage is very important to me," Yates said, noting that respect for elders and others is emphasized in the Korean community, and friends are treated like family.
Education is important to both of his parents, Yates said. His pending graduation from Cheverus will help ease his father's regret at turning down an opportunity to attend the private school when he was a teenager. Yates said he has chosen to study business largely because he shares his parents' aptitudes for the field.
It's fitting that a business major is the first recipient of the Ahern Scholarship, said Steven Ahern, Leonard's nephew.
"My uncle was a financial wizard," said Ahern, who lives in Windham. "He was very frugal, and he learned to invest his money well. He pretty much taught himself."
Leonard Ahern was born on Prince Edward Island and moved to Portland with his family when he was about 10.
His father, Michael, came to work on the railroad but missed his livelihood as a fisherman back home. When his mother, Elizabeth, refused to return to Prince Edward Island, the couple separated, and Michael Ahern went back to Canada alone.
Elizabeth Ahern stayed in Portland with her five children and worked in restaurants as a waitress and cook. Later, she ran her own restaurants in Portland, Ogunquit and Wells.
"My uncle had a deep love and respect for his mother," Steven Ahern said. "That's why he dedicated the scholarship to her."
After graduating from Cheverus in 1940, Ahern served in the Army during World War II, which is when he became a U.S. citizen, his nephew said. Afterward, he earned a bachelor's degree from the University of Maine and a master's degree from George Washington University.
He worked briefly as a translator for the U.S. government in France and, after settling in Washington, D.C., taught French and Spanish for decades at a private school in Alexandria, Va.
He also tutored high school and college students and worked as a waiter at French restaurants that catered to employees of and visitors to the French Embassy.
Leonard Ahern never married or had children. His ashes were interred in Arlington National Cemetery in Washington in a moving service that his nephew attended.
In establishing a scholarship at Cheverus, Leonard Ahern ensured that his love of learning would live on.
"He dedicated his life to education," Steven Ahern said. "He enjoyed going to Cheverus. I think some of the Jesuits who taught him really motivated him to learn."
Staff Writer Kelley Bouchard can be contacted at 791-6328 or at:
kbouchard@pressherald.com
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