Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Rodrigues Christmas...


My ears are ringing… All of your laughter is echoing… Let us receive a King! Let our hearts prepare Him room… He will not find much else in Port Mathurin… Let us listen to heaven and nature sing… To create that feeling… Otherwise we would not know that Christmas fills the silent muggy tropical air…

Street hawkers’ bells are ringing… Forget the snow flakes… Only sweat drops are falling… No shortage of drunks are singing… Forget the street lights… Above that drab, dreary and dreamless street… The stars will still shine bright through the silent holy night…

Santa will not appear… There are no chimneys to go down through… He will not bring a treat to this poor corner of the world… What a dirty trick…

But since there is no egg nog or reindeer, Grandma will not get run over… And for sure, we can say there is no Santa here… How could we ever believe in what we do not even know… But, you can be proud of us… We are taking it all very well… We have no gifts to take back… Even the man who drives the sleigh has no bells… Only a license to drive…

However, dreaming about the goose on the table gives us goose bumps… With our eyes closed and taste buds wide open, we can taste the pudding made of beer through the flaming brandy.

In this humid place there are no puny poinsettias… Besides everybody here is called uncle or aunt… So, unlike Percy the poinsettia, no one will spend Christmas alone… We will bloom and not be dismayed… Here is to the lonely… You are not the only… Neither are you alone without Santa… Or any family around you…

The red and green flame tree fills the neighborhoods with Christmas colors…

And Jesus says to us ALL: “I want to make you ALL mine…”

This is the Christmas Jesus brought to us ALL… This is the Christmas Jesus wants us ALL to dream about…

May all your Christmas dreams come true…

Forget the church bells… Our ears are ringing… Jesus is singing… That is good enough for us…

Kingly and kindly, Jesus has lit a light so bright, way above Port Mathurin… Indeed, way beyond any kind of town… Rich or poor… With or without Santa… With or without any Christmas decorations… Just look at the sky… Dream the impossible dream… We are all born under a lucky star… We all know what to keep and what to throw away… Every hand in the hand of Jesus is a winner…

Friday, September 18, 2009

Mauritius Prime Minister - US President will meet...

Dear Navin,

On this holy day we celebrate the birth of the outstanding son who became the father of a nation.

Everyday when I observe the son of the father of our nation speak to his children straight from and with all his heart, my heart goes out to him for all he is to the great nation he represents.

Indeed, in my heart, mind and soul, you have been such an exceptional father, capable of uniting such diverse children through such an outflow of love and genuine affection that, today, we view your father as the grand father of the nation and you as the most caring father of us all!

Thank you Grand father! Thank you father!

Shortly after Americans elected Barack Obama as President in November 2008, I wrote on my blog:

“…how big a player does our Prime Minister deserve to be on the world scene? God knows best. And I trust that God will thrust Navin on the International stage to help the US urgently establish better relations with the world community.”

Some time ago, you reminded us, Navin that an American ambassador had once told your dad that Mauritius was more difficult to govern than the US.

Having lived both in the US and Mauritius, I believe that American ambassador was correct.
Therefore I know that the success and example you have set as the present day father of our great nation places you as the most outstanding world leader of our times!

It is with that respectful appreciation in mind that my prayers accompany you and I wish you a most successful meeting with President Obama on September 22, 2009.

I am confident that the whole world will be a better place because and after your meeting.

Proud to be one of your Mauritian children, I say: “Go for it Dad”!

Bon Voyage,

Most sincerely,

Louis.

Friday, August 07, 2009

Rodrigues Island Tourism Promotion Plan ©



Country : Rodrigues Island

Location : Indian Ocean

Population : Creole

Mascot : Tortoise

The young and old love to adopt tortoises between one and a hundred years old.

Motto: Slow Down
Don't miss out kid... Just slow down around life's corners

Discover : Us

Dig & Find : During your voyage to Rodrigues find the buried treasure within you.

Hike: Across the 300 year old footsteps of Francois Leguat, marooned (1691)

Learn: From our caring folks & our rich tropical endemic flora and fauna.
Who needs to write a book? My face tells the story...

Taste: Creole cuisine created from locally grown staple food and rich spices.

Entertainment: Step into our night rhythm and dance to our traditional ‘Sega’ music.
Let our accordions, triangles and ravanes set your senses on fire.


Friendliness: Feel secure greeting that island stranger. A friend you longed to know.

No man is an island.

Sun, Sea, Stars: The unpolluted South East Trade Winds sweep our island clean daily.
Swim in the sun. Lie under the Filao trees along white sandy beaches.
By night gaze upon the dazzling stars through our clearest skies.

Island old Charm: Not as dead as the Dodo, we are the uniquely secure ‘Solitaire’ island.
Rodrigues Island: Where nature lovers branch out

Rodrigues Island: How so very peaceful…
Rodrigues Island: Discover that hidden treasure island known to Buccaneers!
Dig it! You’ll treasure it … for ever…!

Publicity Author: J. M. E. Le Clezio ©

Friday, June 05, 2009

First American Corporation (NYSE:FAF) - Massive Systemic Fraud

Someone just opined on the Yahoo/First American Corporation message board that Kennedy has to repay $50 million immediately, that Kennedy should be in jail and that his house should be auctioned off.

Since 1999, I have been saying publicly that Kennedy and his henchmen should be in jail.

Massive systemic fraud has been ‘the’ way of life for Kennedy and First American going back to the mid 90s!

Starting in the mid 90s, Kennedy and First American were after the lion’s share of the market. The word from the top down was: “Get a piece of any business by hook or by crook”.

Kennedy had launched the new company policy: ‘Insure anything – litigate everything’.

This new culture was very much deplored by company veterans and senior execs such as Bill Heslington and Tom Brusca. Prior to being retired and dismissed somewhere in South Carolina so he could not testify in my case, Bill Heslington told me: “We could lose our license for doing what the company did to you with the approval of John P. Dahl in Seattle!”

Veteran, Tom Brusca was equally aghast that the company could and would engage in such an outright fraudulent transaction behind my back at the behest of a crooked ex partner of mine! Indeed, the transaction First American engaged in had been shunned outright by all other insurers.

At the time Tom Brusca remarked that under the old guard, such an outrageous dark shady deal would have been remedied and set straight forthwith without any arguments. But that the new blood within the company ranks was out to get business at any cost and had adopted the policy to litigate everything. Tom pointed out that the company had banked on the fact that it would take on average between three to four years to settle any claim. Few claimants could finance the prohibitive legal costs that would extend for that long in Court. On a legal cost versus return ratio, most claims would peter out and First American would win by default. Indeed at the time Tom pointed out that on average only three percent of premiums collected by First American were paid out to settle claims. Tom then laughed saying: “We could even avoid paying that if we chose to. But we do pay that much to warrant our existence!!!

In the mid 90s the whole Title industry was well aware of the new directive adopted and passed down the chain of command by First American. Veterans at Chicago Title were in utter disbelief to note what kind of fraudulent deals First American would insure in exchange sometimes for confidential and undisclosed ‘Indemnification Agreements’ from the insured. To make matters worse, on occasions such Indemnification Agreements became such hot potatoes that when the deals went bad, First American did not even dare to enforce the Indemnification Agreement and collect thereon. First American sought then to limit its exposure by letting the insured crooks run loose for fear the crooks might squeal and First American would be further exposed!!! This was to the detriment of both First American shareholders and the victims of such misplaced company greed.

In the mid 90s, concurrently with the adoption of such an abhorrent modus operandi, the new blood at First American embarked on a buying spree. In order to do so First American had recourse to a number of strategies designed to inflate the price of its stock.

Thus seeking outside expertise and assistance to manipulate its stock price, First American appealed to a well known stock manipulator who had been banned from the Alberta Stock Exchange. One would think that it could not get very much worse than that. But it did!

At its shareholders’ meeting in Santa Ana on April 22, 1999, The First American, KKK clan of senior execs (Kennedy, Kermot and Klemens) conceded that they had engaged in ‘Creative Accounting; That the Feds got them to restate their figures; And Kennedy admitted that adjustments made to the creative accounting figures had a temporary negative impact on the company stock price. But that they would get the price up again so they could buy companies cheap again!!! (I have a variety of the ‘creative’ statements of the KKK clan on tape to this day!)

No sooner said, then done.

At the same shareholders meeting on April 22, 1999, Kennedy ‘guaranteed’ (Kennedy’s word) to stockbrokers and shareholders present at the meeting that the company would increase its dividend by the end of 1999! That statement had the immediate effect of driving the stock up. But 1999 went by and the dividend was not increased as ‘guaranteed’ by Kennedy! At the time, numerous entries on the Yahoo/FAF/Message Board by me were refuted by the same shills haunting the board with disinformation today. Those same shills wrote that I was a liar and that Kennedy could not have ever made such a statement; That Kennedy by himself could not ‘guarantee’ a dividend increase; That it took Directors’ Board approval to do so!

Finally, to call up all of the lies from execs as well as shills, I published the Kennedy, Kermot and Klemens misleading statements on the web through Geo Cities. This was obviously so embarrassing to the company and the KKK clan that somehow my message was made to disappear. All relevant statements caught on tape are still all in my possession today!

Now let us review what if anything has changed in the First American rapacious greed mentality ‘Get the business by hook or by crook’:

In June 1998, one of the most eminent lawyers in the Title Industry, Mr. Jerome Lasky of Moses & Singer, New York, reviewed the evidence produced by First American in my case, albeit that it was discovered in depositions that John P. Dahl had tempered with exhibits. Mr. Lasky concluded and wrote:

“Indeed, we have been provided by you with an internal document of the title company, obtained by you through discovery, which shows that the title company, although fully aware of the risk they were assuming, decided to issue the policy to the lender in order to get this piece of business, and specifically with a view to obtaining future business from your partners. The policy was thus issued for the business reasons of First American, despite their knowledge that by issuing the policy they were enabling your partners to breach their contractual agreement with you.”

Mr. Lasky’s opinion affirmed the belief within the whole title industry then that First American was indeed out to get the lion’s share of the market by hook or by crook!

That was in 1998. Does the same mindset endure through to 2009?

On November 1, 2007, Paritosh Bansal and Martha Graybow of Reuters report:
Washington Mutual pressured the First American unit to inflate appraisals as a condition for doing future business together, the AG's office said, adding that the alleged scheme was detailed in numerous e-mails.
Cuomo also released e-mails he claims showed executives were aware they violated federal regulations. .
Cuomo said eAppraiseIT and the parent company knew its actions were illegal, citing an April 17, 2007 e-mail from eAppraiseIT's president to First American that said: "We view this as a violation of the Office of the Comptroller of the Currency, Office of Thrift Supervision, Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation and Uniform Standards of Professional Appraisal Practice influencing regulation."
What’s new to First American?
Other than that the thievery through repeated and customary breach of fiduciary duties goes on:
On Monday June 1, 2009, 8:30 am EDT
Eagan O'Malley & Avenatti, LLP filed a complaint in California state court against the First American Corporation (NYSE:FAF - News) and its Chairman and Chief Executive Officer, Parker S. Kennedy.
The Plaintiffs allege that First American and Kennedy purposely engaged in unlawful acts in an effort to enrich themselves and misappropriate vital technology from their business partners, RE3W, Inc. and RE3W Worldwide. The Plaintiffs further allege that First American and Kennedy breached numerous fiduciary duties owed RE3W as a result of their business dealings which began in 2000.
First American has got away with it for so long – Why should they change their modus operandi now?
Consider what Washington State Deputy Insurance Commissioner, Jim Hopkins told me in the mid 90s:
“Mr Leclezio, from all the evidence I have reviewed in your case, it is clear that First American defrauded you of millions. The mere fact that John P. Dahl drove all the way from Seattle to Olympia in an attempt to justify his company’s actions shows they are horribly worried by their latest misdeed in the State where they have already been fined for a number of violations. But this is America! If someone steals $100 from a 7/11 store, it will make the newspaper front lines and the thief will be in jail. But if an insurance company like First American steals millions of dollars from you they will have a battery of lawyers to defend them and we do not have the resources to fight them!
Yes Kennedy and his henchmen should all be in jail (Consider how Kennedy hand picked McMahon from Lehman to further manipulate the First American stock price and how McMahon used his entrée into Lehman to dump First American stock on international investors at a conference Lehman hosted for First American in London). Kennedy and his henchmen should be made to repay all they have stolen from Americans and the international community through the years. In fact they should face triple punitive damages awards.
Is it a wonder that stalwart financial gurus faithful to the company for years have already bailed out?
However realistically, who has the resources to go after those white collar criminals and see to it that First American and its top execs are put in the shade for a long time? The world would be a fairer and better place and the American and world economy would have a chance to recover faster.
But once again I ask: Can greedy leopards change their spots whether in liberty or in cages?

Monday, May 25, 2009

Art from the heart


"The true work of art is but a shadow of nature's perfection."

“God provides the heart. We are His tools shaping it all together.” Louis Leclezio.

This art represents a world full of holes.
By the power of the rock on the wood, we are made whole.

The story behind this art is the story of the rock on the wood.

The rock would so transform the dead wood
That the wood could in turn transform
All who looked at the rock on the wood.

A piece of wood lay abandoned, lonely, worm eaten and forlorn on the forest floor.
Little did it know that it was about to be metamorphosed.
A river of lava from a sudden volcanic turmoil entombed the wood.
Its whole world suddenly turned dark.
It was all petrifying as it lay captivated by the rock.

Time ticked away.
Wind and rain chipped away.
Over millenniums little by little the wood was exposed.
Emerging from the tomb,
It had kept its identity yet it had been transfigured by the rock.

Petrified it had been.
Solidified by the rock, it now was.
Ground and polished by Providence, it could finally disclose its holy beauty.
Its red and grey color reminds all of the dripping blood and water that transfigured it.

Released from the dark tomb that held it captive, it revealed its transsubstantiation.

Indeed the story of this one bleeding art is the story of:

The bored out wood that bore the rock

Medium

Rock and wood bond to elevate the inner beauty of petrified wood.


The Base

Aged Tamaka Driftwood tossed about by waves, winds and currents landed and remained trapped for years on the reef surrounding the Rodrigues Island lagoon.
Finally freed, it was transported by a tsunami wave beyond the high water level mark.
There it lay caressed by the rain, the wind and the sand being slowly polished.
It was waiting for its day when it would forever reflect the beauty of its creator.

The Foundation Rock

An age old millstone holed and shaped out of the rock by the hands of man.
It was used for years to grind grain to nourish the body if not the soul.
It was also waiting for the right day to testify to the grounding power of the Word.

The Foot

The forlorn forward hull of an old sailing boat laid still in a lull on the beach.
How could it possibly take anyone to a safe harbor in its present broken up state?
A wreck on the beach it was. Could it ever bear witness to the rudder that steered it?

The Pedestal

A slab of petrified wood millions of years old.
Perhaps not a Cedar from Lebanon – But a Conifer nonetheless
How long had it stayed captivated by the rock that would transform it?
Could such a transfiguration take place in three days or did it take three million years?

This is a new day! This is the day the Lord has made. Rejoice and be glad.

Today the wood, the rock and the petrified wood have come together to symbolize the bonding power of love. Our creator so loved this holed out world that we must hold on with hope for the day faith will make us holy by the loving power of the trinity!

May this art nourish the soul!

Thursday, May 21, 2009

James J. Dufficy aka Jim Dufficy

James J. Dufficy aka Jim Dufficy

Is it true that ‘Jump Jim jump…’ has jumped ship once again?

Is Dufficy out of Stewart Title already?

Does anyone know why?

Is Jim Dufficy reaping what he sowed?

Has Jim been cursed?

Whatever? May we pray?

May Jim discover the rewards of Truth, Justice and honest dealings!

Friday, May 15, 2009

Gift of Life… & Love... That’s Cricket…


Dear Children, Grand children, family & friends,

Some of you children may remember how we used to love to go to Issaquah creek or Soos creek or the Chittendam Locks in Seattle to watch the ‘salmon run’ returning to spawn.

I was always fascinated by that supreme sacrifice …It often reminded me of the passage in John 15: 13… “A man can have no greater love than to lay down his life for his friends”.

Lest we forget, lest we forget…; How a mere salmon or a tiny cricket can bring those words vividly back to mind!

I used to sit by Soos creek or yet again by the Cedar River to watch the returning salmons struggle to live and stay the course to release new life! Time would pass much too quickly as I gazed motionless in sheer wonder. In no way did I want to affect the concentration of the salmon or divert him from his focused end goal… to pass on precious life to the next generation.

Truth is that with much faith, for the salmon; up the river way also lay the way to new life…

In silence I loved to observe the supreme effort of those salmon persevering and battling up the creek. Sometimes the water level was so low at the end of a long dry summer that the top half of the salmons would stick out. In the crystal clear glacial waters, I could see the salmon’s belly being torn while scraping against the round or sharp river rocks. With a common purpose the salmon were all struggling in an uncommon way to live. Did they sense that they were on their way to die so as to leave behind new life? The salmons were certainly being torn from above and from below. Were they also torn from inside at the thought of the ultimate sacrifice they were about to go through? Were those ripples on the water surface vibrating with the echo of their cry: Lord! Oh Lord! Why have you abandoned us?

As with the crack of a whip tearing into the flesh, birds of prey were swirling above the salmon. With precision and regularity, the birds dove to mercilessly tear off pieces of flesh when they could not snatch the whole salmon in one swift passing scoop.

Yes! Indeed, with much admiration I often prayed to have the salmon’s courage some day…Regardless how it was being ‘crucified’, its skin and flesh torn from above and from below, the salmon kept striving forward towards the cross roads of its ultimate sacrifice of love. At that cross road, one of the street signs leading the salmon to its original place of birth spelt ‘Death’. But the other street sign read ‘Life’! There, at those cross roads the salmon would say ‘Adieu’ to his world travels spanning some four years across the ocean. Concurrently the salmon would proffer ‘Fare Well’ to the new generation springing along that traditional old spring, creek or river channel!

Year after year, along the flowing waters of various Northwest water ways new life would flow downstream towards the open ocean’s adventure until at the end of the voyage once again imminent death would battle upstream to bring about new life. The thought of that yearly cycle of new life issued from death going on for millenniums in a seemingly endlessly repetitive process used to captivate my imagination. Year after year watching the same looking salmon, I often questioned if life submitted to death or if death surrendered to life?

I concluded that since the salmon lives on, St Paul was correct in claiming: “Death where is your sting?”

Since my return to Mauritius and lately in Rodrigues, I have also been fascinated by coral life. Corals take hundreds of years to reach any meaningful size. Over decades they know that they can only find new life from and can only grow on the skeleton of their ancestors! Again in a vast sea of life I am amazed to find that there also, death supports new life!

That’s what I love to observe more and more at the animal level. Did God create that sacrificial instinct in animals in order to help us better comprehend the awesomeness of His only Son’s sacrifice? Is that one of God’s ways of helping us find truth and have life along the way?

What goes on ‘naturally’ at the instinctive animal level is exemplified through the strongest possible testimony of Love given to us by Jesus. The reading on the second Sunday of lent out of ‘Living Faith’ and the Bible spoke to that sacrifice. The ‘transfiguration’ precedes the turning point in the life of Jesus and therefore the life of the world through the life of the Word made flesh to die in order for us to have eternal life!

Living Faith: “Jesus’ total gift of His life for and to humanity will be, at the same time, the Father’s gift of His only son to us. John 3:16 – God so loved the world that He gave His only son, so that everyone who believes in Him might not perish but might have eternal life.”

Jesus makes it plain for us to see and Jesus sets the scene for us to grasp the cycle of life from our observations in this world – We are transfigured by the transition from the one form of life to the next.

Death unveils the mystery of life. Death brings about the transfiguration that propels us from a worldly life to an eternal one.

In the same vein, even if unable to fathom the mystery, in a more ‘basic instinct driven will to live’, animals ensure the perpetuation of life through love and through ultimate sacrifice.

All created by the Word, the animal world instinctively chooses life over eternal death of the species!

Hence, because the Word created this world, the Word often uses small miracles/coincidences in this world to increase our awareness of the beautiful life that surrounds us and the supreme life that awaits us through the on going gift of new life.

Here, under the tropics, we are very far from the Northwest salmon runs. I am physically very far from you my children, grand children, old and young friends. But I am never far from those I love so much and from all that I have so loved to observe.

I continue to be fascinated by the thought of life conquering death through love. Even if and when it is at the price of great pain and suffering!

When I was young I had to learn by heart the famous fable from La Fontaine: ‘La Cigale et la Fourmie”.

« La cigale ayant chanté tout l’été se trouva fort dépourvue lorsque l’hiver fut venu… »

It is the story of the cricket and the ant. It illustrates how the care free cricket sang all summer while the laborious ant worked all summer to save for a Seattle rainy winter day. I always felt that the ant was put in a most favorable light while the cricket was pictured as a no good partier!

That old concept and the discovery of the beauty of new life emerging out of a cricket’s death have radically changed my opinion of the cricket.

It took only one day for me to learn to have much more love and respect for crickets. Whether that love and appreciation is born out of myth and local folklore matters little. The first time we drove up the hill on the way to Mont Lubin, the sudden squealing noise of the shrieking massive swarm of crickets was so deafening that, not knowing what it was; Eve and I imagined that it was a loose fan belt screeching. We stopped the car and turned off the engine but the wailing noise went on unabated. Eventually we learnt that crickets endemic to Rodrigues made that constant screeching noise.

Lately, to try and escape from the torrid coastal summer heat, we take afternoon drives up the hill to go walk in the woods under the towering pines and Eucalyptus trees leading us towards the nursery of Solitude. During our walks, deafened by the squeaking endemic crickets, we often searched up the trees through the umbrella like dense growth canopy to see if we could find at least one cricket. But not trained to find that kind of insect within its century’s old natural habitat, we did not know they could be found at eye level. Instead, we searched towards the sky, way too far up. It was a constant vain and fruitless effort. We could never find or pinpoint any of those multitude of insects lost in a confounding sea of noise coming seemingly from everywhere at once!

Luckily last Saturday, as we were returning from Solitude we saw our friend, Cola, who was heading towards his home in Solitude. I asked Cola if he had ever seen a cricket? He laughed! Then he asked how many did we want to not only see but to hold? Effectively he started pointing at dead ones still clinging tightly to the tree bark at eye level all around us! This endemic cricket has so adapted to its environment that it is absolutely camouflaged within its milieu. So much so that unless you know where and what to look for, you can totally miss them a foot away from your eye!

As Cola unclenched a few of those endemic crickets from their age old environment and handed them onto us, we were surprised to note that they were all split open along their ‘backbone’! I asked Cola if it were other insects that came to split them open to eat them up. Again Cola laughed and said: No! They try to overcome death by gripping on to life and by tightly digging their tiny claws in the tree bark. But eventually they realize that life can surpass death. The crickets let go and let God. So! As they surrender to the forces of new life, their whole body splits open and as they die, new life emerges from them! It is symbolic of a simultaneous resurrection!


That’s cricket! They are a fact of life here! The cricket’s ultimate sacrifice helps it pass instantly from one life to the next! Aside from the new life it conceived, harbored and released all it leaves behind as a reminder of its own passage through the woods under the leaves is the envelope it leaves behind. Along the back of that envelope we can discern the lasting smile that one death and a new life joined together to carve down the spine of the old envelope. Under the vast canopy of leaves, it is a compelling reminder that others now live because some died! One life and all its empty veins has gone by, but not in vain…



Cola even found a live cricket for us.

After much wrestling, he managed to unclench it from the tree. As Cola handed it to me, I asked him what do they eat? With much conviction and an obviously deeply anchored belief Cola swore high and dry that unlike Rodrigues goats who ravage all growth, the crickets do not eat and or destroy anything throughout their lifetime! I insisted: “But Cola, to live they have to eat!” No, No, No said Cola. Their food is their song! Singing is what feeds them! That is their one and only nourishment! I said: Come on Cola, how can that be? Cola explained that, that was their one and only purpose in this world. The endemic Rodrigues cricket is born solely to sing to God’s glory. Cola went on to explain that they are born happy.

According to Cola and the local folklore, from birth the cricket inherits such a store of enthusiasm for life that they need absolutely nothing else but song and laughter to live on! And believe me, no one and nothing will ever make Cola believe otherwise!!!

Indeed I realized that, that cricket folklore or myth could very well reflect the spirituality/mentality of many of the people we meet in Rodrigues! It seems that many instinctively believe in just being rather than having, in just living rather than worrying about what more life should they be craving for from a God given life! The Rodrigues natives embrace life with a contagious smile and place all their trust in God’s Providence to go on living happily.

Most Rodrigues natives reject the ways of the world and place no faith in its wildly spinning wheel. Faithfully relying on the wise will of the Word, Rodriguans remain unaffected by the world’s financial crisis or any other form of panic to live another day only to want more.

They are satisfied to learn from nature and to know that Life will go on surrendering to new life with God meeting their needs, as and when only God wills. Cola told me that the cricket is most happy because it understands that in this world it cannot cling to anything, not a scrap of food, not a note that it was born to sing, not even its life; Nothing belongs to ‘us’ in this world We must let it all go…

And laughing Cola said and we, humans, who are supposedly cleverer than animals, we try to cling to ‘our’ life as though we possess it just as our possessions possess us! We would be better off to learn from the happy and care free constantly singing cricket. Like Jesus died on the wood of the cross to give new life to the world, the cricket dies singing to God’s glory on the wood of a tree to give new life to its progeny. The tree of life that heard the cricket sing throughout its life may remain standing but of that cricket all that will be left behind is its happy notes and smiling empty envelope.

Yesterday I asked a local entomologist to verify Cola’s belief about the cricket living only on laughter and song. He told me that according to him that local deep rooted myth that the endemic cricket lives only on laughter and song is embedded in the fable of La Fontaine. I told him that to me it matters not where the belief originated from. But it matters immensely for me to know that even in today’s world there are people who can firmly believe that joy and peace, song and laughter can still feed some of us up to the time we are ready to let go, to split ourselves open and die for others to live a renewed life of happiness!

Jesus referred to the birds of the air and the flowers of the field. I am confident that when He returns, He will refer to the salmon of the Northwest, the endemic cricket of Rodrigues and the trusting local natives of this island that is so remote from the world that it has time to be close to the Word, to its creation, its songs and all the ever present glaring realities that feed it whether they are camouflaged to some yet plainly visible to others!

It seems to me that along that endless channel of perpetual happy new life ensuing from deaf, the prayer of St. Francis: Make me a channel of your peace… takes on its deepest and most real meaning. May we sing to God’s glory as we live every minute as if it were the last of our life.

I love you all. God bless you.

Monday, May 04, 2009

First American Corporation & James J. Dufficy - Fraud - That's not cricket

The symbolic greed of the First American Corporation and its actions through its slave ‘Jump Jim jump…’ have transformed my American life long dream into a nightmare.

Instead of reaping well earned/deserved profits from years of hard work, investments and cautious planning, the fraudulent actions of The First American Corporation as enforced by Jim Dufficy have forced me to presently live in exile far from my children and 21 grand children!

Robbed of millions of dollars by the First American Corporation, having subsequently suffered from cancer surgery, chemo therapy and post ‘Xeloda’ heart problems, I am now forced to live where health care is free and a loaf of bread only costs .20 cents!


To make matters worse, when I think of the problems facing US Corporations like AIG, GM & Chrysler, when I think of the economic problems affecting millions all over the world, I shudder to think that the First American Corporation, one of the main culprits of the current financial crisis, is allowed to continue to do business as usual!

President Obama please check FAF out and rein that shameful other First American in… They should be put out of business.

See New York Attorney General, Andy Cuomo’s remarks about the effects of the fraudulently inflated appraisals of a First American subsidiary on the snowballing financial crisis!
Andy Cuomo said: "The blatant actions of First American and eAppraiseIT have contributed to the growing foreclosure crisis and turmoil in the housing market. By allowing Washington Mutual to hand-pick appraisers who inflated values, First American helped set the current mortgage crisis in motion,"
Also look up FORBES: P.148 of the November 13, 2006. How the American public has been and continues to be ripped off by title insurance companies such as First American!

“In that article, from the smile on Mr. Kennedy's face, I don't think the article turned out exactly as he expected!I especially liked the "Corruption 101" graphic, showing how title insurers do business. (And that was long before Andy Cuomo accused the First American Corporation of triggering the world financial crisis.)Looks like the title industry will have to add Scott Woolley and Steve Forbes to their "disgruntled former employee" list!In the meantime may Dufficy’s soul rest in peace some day! It goes without saying that the First American Corporation has no conscience or soul… Neither do its chief executives appear to have any…