What makes people tick, I wonder.  The really good people, who are pretty dang close to Sainthood?  And then, on the other end of the scale, the dark, the cruel, the sinister?

Heaven only knows.  Or maybe hell knows too.  Who can say for sure?  But both ends of the spectrum certainly exist in the world.

While visiting my Mom, the telephone rang.  I just figured it was one of my siblings… who call Mom on a regular basis.  There are a couple of them, and THEY… by the way… are on the Sparkly Side of the Mirror.

Anyway… one ringy dingy, two ringy dingy, and Mom picks it up.  Within a few seconds, I could tell it was some kind of telemarketer, and not a shimmering sibling.  The look on her face was priceless.  Finally, without a word, she hung up the phone.

“Mom, was that a telemarketer on the phone?”
“Well… yes.  It was somebody selling Jesus.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.  I told ‘em Jesus isn’t for sale.”

Mom and her words of wisdom.

But it gave me cause to think.  Who would be calling a 91-year-old-woman, selling Jesus? I have a guess… and I began thinking about the scammers, and the schemers, the robbers, the hackers, and the pillagers.

What do they think when they roll out of bed in the morning.  “I wonder who I can totally destroy today?”  OR… “I can’t wait to take something, ANYTHING, from somebody.  The more the better.”

How does that work?

I know that times can be desperate.  Things can be downright hard, making your way in life. Ends don’t meet.  And… daggone it.  Some people have a hard lot in life.  I get this.  But why do some turn to crime, and others turn to working their butts off?  I guess ten minutes in a bank with a gun is more appealing than 10 days behind the counter at McDonald’s.

Most “modern” psychology suggests that the goal of achieving superiority is what motivates many people to commit crimes. The criminal usually attacks weak victims in order to be in control and to feel superior.  Generally speaking.

I think there is more to this.  Much more.  Dark vs. Light.  Good Energy vs. Bad Energy.  With numerous complications, transmutations, and variations of course.  I don’t know what the answer it.

Maybe we need more Deer Licks… and less derelicts.  Or more sticks in the grass, than Stick Ups.  And definitely more Photo-Bombs, than Suicidal Bombers.

And…. I DO know THIS.  If there were more Fairy Dust in the world, things would be a lot better.  Fairy Dust, Silly Putty…..  and Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice-cream for everyone.  And fuzzy baby kittens…. that stayed baby kittens.  That just might be the ticket.