The gift that kept Marshall’s legend alive.

The following is a story how the Barking Dog Alarm was utilized.

Jake felt more than sad when Marshall passed away. He felt worried.

Marshall was Jake's loyal German Shepherd. For twelve years, he guarded Jake's sporting goods store from would-be thieves and neighborhood troublemakers. Even as the neighborhood got a little more unsafe, Marshall kept the peace.

Jake's store was the only one on the block without any graffiti. Nobody, it seemed, wanted a run in with a big, angry guard dog.

Few people knew that Marshall was really a sweetheart, lavishing Jake with kisses every time he'd open the store in the morning.

Jake's daughter, Melissa, kept the store's books, and paid a visit to her father every Thursday. She knew the old man couldn't afford to install a state of the art security system. But she also knew that he was a little too fragile to try and train another big dog.

She brought her father a gift on her next visit. "This," she announced proudly, "will keep Marshall's legend alive in the neighborhood."

She explained to Jake that the Barking Dog Alarm used infrared sensors to watch the store at night, just like Marshall did. When intruders showed up at either the front or the back doors, the Alarm would bark. And it would bark louder and louder until the disturbance went away.

That Saturday night, two teenage boys strolled up the sidewalk. The midnight streetlight stretched their shadows halfway up the block. They banged and pulled on security gates as they talked about the trouble they could cause.

"Didn't old man Benson's dog just die?" asked the tall one.

"I think I heard Billy say something like that," replied the short one, "I could sure use some new sneakers!"

They hustled up to the front window, but before they could even try to break in, they heard loud barking from inside the store. And it was getting louder.

"Yo, I thought you said that dog was dead," cried the short hooligan.

"He must have got a new one," said his partner in crime, "I ain't messin' with no dog!"

The two juveniles hustled away around the corner as fast as their legs could carry them.

Marshall's legacy remains intact. He's still a presence in Benson's Sporting Goods, with a picture above the cash register - and the loud bark from the Barking Dog Alarm.

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She Didn't Count on Her Town's Archaic Rules.

Cathy always loved the idea of owning her own bed and breakfast by the shore.

After her husband passed away, she found a note he left for her, encouraging her to follow her dream even though he couldn't share it with her. He had taken out extra life insurance just to surprise her with one final gift, and she invested it in a beautiful Victorian mansion overlooking the beach.

She didn't count on her town's archaic rules to make life so difficult in that first year. Even though she enjoyed a pretty strong business during the summer, her town council demanded that she provide security for the part of the beach adjacent to her property.

At first, she hired some guards to roam the premises, but it was hard for them to do their job with the town's light ordinance in place -- no lights on the beach after 11p.m. And she certainly couldn't afford to keep two people on staff year round.

Wayne, a sympathetic alderman, dropped by for tea one afternoon and shared a little secret. Cathy didn't have to actually patrol the grounds the entire time. He showed her the dummy camera he used at the campground he owned -


a discreet little device that mounted unobtrusively on the side of a building.

Wayne's suggestion worked wonders. Cathy could cut back on her overtime payments, and her security team enjoyed a little more sleep.


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The Emergency Canister of Pepper Spray

Nina had just accepted a big promotion, which meant a bigger paycheck, but a longer commute. Luckily, she lived in the city and commuted out to the suburbs, so she didn't get stuck in the crazy traffic that some of her friends had to endure every day.

One morning, she woke up extra early to get ready for an important staff meeting. Scooting down a side road at over seventy miles per hour, she noticed flashing lights in her rear view mirror.

"Ugh," she grunted. "One week into this job and I'm already getting a ticket."

Still too early for many of the gas stations to be open, she pulled into a lighted space on the side of the road. Under the lights, she noticed the police car was unmarked. A trooper got out of the vehicle and paced toward her.

She rolled down the window a little bit as he approached.

"Good morning, ma'am," he said. "Do you know how fast you were going through that thirty five mile an hour zone?"

Kim rolled her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, officer, but I don't know. How fast do you believe I was going?"

"Let's not worry about what I think, just yet," he said. "I'll need you to step out of the car, please, ma'am."

Kim thought it was strange that he hadn't asked for her license or registration. And when she took a longer look at him, now that her eyes were adjusting to the light, she noticed he wasn't wearing a uniform.

"Officer, could I just see your identification clearly, please?" she asked.

"Ma'am, I order you to get out of this car RIGHT NOW," he demanded.

Kim observed that he looked far too unkempt to be a real police officer. At the same moment, the man tried to reach in through Kim's car window. She reached up for her visor and pulled out her emergency can of pepper spray.


Aiming right through the crack in the window, she nailed her attacker right in the eyes. As he stumbled into the road, she started up her car and sped up the highway. She found an open gas station a few miles up the road, where she called police.

They found her attacker stumbling through the woods not far from where Kim left him. It turns out he had been preying on women in the early morning hours for months, but hadn't been caught.

Kim not only saved herself, she helped put a dangerous man behind bars.

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How Ninety Dollars Went Missing

Ernie hated days like this.

Earlier, a biker guy came in for a lighter. When Ernie grabbed the right one from the display next to the cash register, his entire inventory spilled all over the floor.

Even after the customer helped Ernie clean up most of the mess, there were still lighters everywhere for the rest of the afternoon.

Then, this little college girl came in to break a hundred by buying a pack of cigarettes. She kept changing her mind about which brand she wanted from the racks behind the counter. Ernie had to spin around so often he felt dizzy. He wondered if she even smoked, or if she was getting the pack for somebody else.

Finally, just a few minutes before closing, a couple of punk rock kids came into the store and started hassling Ernie. He tolerated them because he was a little wild in his day, too. They knocked over a few displays before finally buying some cans of soda.

With the doors locked, Ernie counted the day's receipts in the back office. A puzzled look crossed his face as he realized that ninety dollars was missing from the till. He knew he couldn't have made such a glaring mistake, so he decided to check his eye in the sky.

Ernie's nephew had installed it a few months ago. It's a….

Security camera shaped like a smoke detector that looks straight down on the sales counter. Ernie liked it because customers didn't have to feel as if they had a camera trained on them the whole time.

And all his nephew had to do was plug it in to an outlet hidden in the drop ceiling. Its wireless transmitter sent a clear signal to Ernie's video recorder in the back.

He scanned through the tape until he saw the biker guy. Ernie watched the man help him pick up all those lighters, and the cash register drawer slowly drifted open. He must not have shut it all the way! But it didn't matter. Nobody had reached around to grab any cash.

Ernie scanned some more, and found the punk rockers. They were troublemakers, and it looked as if they were messing with the charity jar. Not only did they not steal anything, the one with the safety pin in his eyebrow actually stuck a dollar in the jar when he thought nobody was looking.

On the verge of giving up and accepting his huge mistake, something caught Ernie's eye. It was the cigarette girl. Ernie watched her lay a hundred dollar bill on the counter, and remembered how she begged him to take it. The camera had caught her switching the hundred-dollar bill on the counter for a ten- dollar bill while Ernie's back was turned. With its high resolution, the camera made it clear that the girl had conned Ernie.

He picked up the phone to call his friend at the police department.


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A Dolphin’s Quick Grace



Last week my full attention was arrested by the words and music of the extraordinary Christmas carol, “Silent Night”. Right where I was standing in the road, it flooded me with humility and awe. I instantly shot back in time to every nativity scene I had experienced in my youth. What is this alchemy that I am captured by in every cell in my body in this longing for the pure experience of the Divine, in this moment, in this season, in this song, this achingly tender song, creating and resonating in the very air around me?


I look up into the night sky.


Midnight, blue stars pulsing, punctuating the vast cold distances from star to earth, a shifting constellation, the whole-wide-world whispering and chanting, whispering and chanting…..


When Ande and I were dating, I used to say to her that I knew that I was in love with her because whenever I thought of her, I could “see” dolphins swimming in my solar plexus.


She probably thought that I meant endorphins, but she looked at me a little strangely and humored me. For my part, I was used to people looking at me a little strangely. So I carried on.


In time she has accepted the idea that the dolphins that swim in my solar plexus are but messengers to me (and to us) of the deeper waters that we all swim in, where our “wishes, fears and fantasies” plow an arc before us and lead us (though we protest that we are, after all, still in charge) to our better selves, to our magic, to our deeper reasoning—and to the labyrinth where all the mysteries prevail.


But at five o’clock this morning, in the grey light of a rainy winter day, I started recounting to Ande all the pain I had experienced in the world in recent months and ended my lament on the word “riven” which to me in that context meant “ impaled, driven straight through by sword or knife”.


The pain piercing me (that I had experienced through the lives and tribulations of so many people that I love) as well as in the world itself, with its traumas and agonies, so many lives interrupted, ended, so much loss—I was just ‘riven’.


As I said the word riven to my now waking wife, she asked wisely,“And what do you want to say back to the world?”:


I said something about the British Commandoes in World War II who were trained before battle to fully encounter the pain, fear, loss they felt with a simple but profound mechanism:“Breathe in all the negativity (fear, pain, loss), feel it fully and then release it all in your next breath (but not until it has been fully experienced on the in-breath).”


That reply, however, seemed hopelessly superficial, trendy, banal.


So we talked further about the two modalities of individual and collective action that are thought of as western world view on the one side (individualist), and Asian/Indigenous (collectivist) on the other. (Very broad brush strokes here). We discussed how these two ways of seeing the world bracket much of what prowls the streets of the world today looking for a place to claim as home.


There is a concept in my spiritual path which rests on the same principle, a “nesting” of the supreme “I Am” which celebrates the pure subjective declaration of the Self (both large and small) a claiming of one’s spot in the Universe uniquely.


“That” (in the ‘predicate” of the same sentence, I Am That) refers to the universal consciousness which pervades all things, the collective “I am” which infuses, and is infused by, the consciousness itself that creates, permeates and glues the whole vast fabric together.


Each of us is BOTH a pulse and a constituent element of“I am” AND “That”! We are all both breathe in and breathe out, inhale AND exhale: BOTH a citizen of our own interior world and citizens of the wide world around us. Actions must of be taken, but first we must establish a center within ourselves and then within a context in the world.


It has been said that the Universe is a “conscious entity” whose circumference is nowhere and whose epicenter is everywhere. Each “I Am” is a bud of “awareness” which collectively becomes “That”. The world is a summation of all the shards of light that we sing through the words of the lovely songs of Christmas, or the Sanskrit chants to Shiva, or the rituals of Chanukah, or the Native American incantatory drums, words and dance, or the Sufi mystical ecstasy, or the Shinto priest who answers the western scholar’s question about theology by saying, “I think we have no theology! I think we dance!”




Winter Solstice on Mt. Hope Bay


On this winter solstice evening
the bay is riven
By a thousand quick dolphins,
perfect swimmers
roiling its waters
to a splendor of light:
The Gifts of the Magi
To our breath are given
On this Night Divine
To the heralding joy
In abiding love
We sing

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“Every now and then there’s a ray of light that melts the loneliness in your heart and brings comfort like hot soup and a soft bed.”

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