All posts by William Tell

About William Tell

I live in Baltimore and am homeless. My career goal is to become a radio talk show host.

Biscuits and scones

Every thought is a prayer.”  To the end of making good use of the four hours or so every day we’re compelled to be idle at the shelter; and of speeding the day when I’ll find my own place; I’ve taken to daydreaming intentionally about things I’d like to do in my own place.  Some of those, I mean to share here, as doing so involves giving more time to those dreams.  Many involve cooking foods I like that we never get at the shelter.  Related: “What a homeless man dreams of.

I’ve never actually made biscuits — yet.

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Change your diet, chapter 2

(Originally posted 06/02/12 at Trojan Horse Productions.  Reblogged 04/02/14.)

Friday 06/01/12 we were working on the assembly line, and the music they had on the PA was WQSR 102.7 “Jack.” I didn’t mind; it was an interesting change of pace.

At mid-afternoon this one song came on that made me feel tense. What song, I don’t recall and it doesn’t matter. The music made me feel tense. That’s what this post is all about.

The earlier post entitled “Change your diet” was all about words. One needs also to be aware of the feelings and attitudes music itself brings out in you, and choose accordingly.
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Shortbread

Every thought is a prayer.”  To the end of making good use of the four hours or so every day we’re compelled to be idle at the shelter; and of speeding the day when I’ll find my own place; I’ve taken to daydreaming intentionally about things I’d like to do in my own place.  Some of those, I mean to share here, as doing so involves giving more time to those dreams.  Many involve cooking foods I like that we never get at the shelter.  Related: “What a homeless man dreams of.

It could have been worse.

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Michael Jackson “son” hoax, and other notes

Bookmarks:
Michael Jackson “son” hoax  •  Interspecies altruism  •  Zookeepers play Mama Bear
Screwed up names spell screwed up people  •  Scandal again  •  My first thought
D.C. homeless housing crisis  • Income inequality

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Lesson 22: Pronouns

Issues that have come up in my own typing tell me that I need to focus early on, on those words that people actually type most often, regardless of letter combinations.  The next several lessons will do that.  In later editions of this course, they will be presented much sooner.

At the moment, I don’t know for certain which of two ways to finger “him,” so I’ve presented both ways.

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My hope is built

I may no longer believe a word they say, but I can take great comfort in the hymns I learned in childhood.

My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
No merit of my own I claim,
but wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

On what is my hope built?

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When prayer backfires

One is unlikely to understand this without first reading “From my diary: Learning to pray.”

Bookmarks:
1. Don’t come uninvited.
2. You don’t need an invitation to love people.
3. Name names.
4. Word for word.
5. What you “see” is what you’ll get.
[Conclusion]

I consulted several Wikipedia articles in preparation for this post.  All turned out to have been written by people who are hostile toward reports of anything that might involve a spiritual world.

As much as I try to give credit to all points of view, I cannot adopt the same position. My earliest memories are of the conviction that there is more to the world than we perceive with the five senses.  Since I began practicing silence, I have seen auras.  I have had precognitive visions and telepathic dreams.  I was compelled on one occasion to pray for my worst enemy, only to learn later she’d just been through an event I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.  In the fall of 1990 I was compelled to pray day after day for a woman I’d not met and had never heard of; only to find, when I moved to another state in January ’91 to attend grad school, she was one of my classmates and had an intense interest in healing prayer, as I also did.  To deny these facts, I’d have to lie to myself more than I’m willing to.

There’s still the puzzle of unanswered prayer.
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