By: Cedric McClester

Give me your tired
Your hungry your poor
But now-a-days
That don’t apply anymore
When it comes to
Illegal immigrants
Cos some contend
They’re here at our expense

Are they guest workers
Or just neo-slaves
Underpaid
So big business saves
And if you think
They’re gonna reinvest
Then I suggest
You take another guess

Is it reform
Or really amnesty
It’s a question
That hasn’t been answered (ya see)
And it’s hard to say
If it will ever be
Given its nature
And its history

Are they guest workers
Or just neo-slaves
Underpaid
So big business saves
And if you think
They’re gonna reinvest
Then I suggest
You take another guess

Now the debate
Is heating up
The law demands
We give ‘em up
But who’s gonna turn in
Their own family
I know I wouldn’t
But that’s just me

Are they guest workers
Or just neo-slaves
Underpaid
So big business saves
And if you think
They’re gonna reinvest
Then I suggest
You take another guess

I really don’t think
We have sumthin to fear
There’s already millions
Of immigrants here
Doin the jobs
No one else wants to do
They’re being exploited
And we are too

Now the debate
Is heating up
The law demands
We give ‘em up
But who’s gonna turn in
Their own family
I know I wouldn’t
But that’s just me

Are they guest workers
Or just neo-slaves
Underpaid
So big business saves
And if you think
They’re gonna reinvest
Then I suggest
You take another guess


(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.

OF THE PROGRESS OF THE SOUL
Wherein,
by occasion of the religious death of Mistress
Elizabeth Drury, the incommodities of the soul in this her life, and her
exaltation in the next, are contemplated
THE SECOND ANNIVERSARY

...

Forget this rotten world, and unto thee
Let thine own times as an old story be.
Be not concern'd; study not why, nor when;
Do not so much as not believe a man.
For though to err, be worst, to try truths forth
Is far more business than this world is worth.
I'he world is but a carcass; thou art fed
By it, but as a worm, that carcass bred;
And why shouldst thou, poor worm, consider more,
When this world will grow better than before,
Than those thy fellow-worms do think upon
That carcass's last resurrection?
Forget this world, and scarce think of it so,
As of old clothes, cast off a year ago.
To be thus stupid is alacrity;
Men thus lethargic have best memory.
Look upward; that's towards her, whose happy state
We now lament not, but congratulate.
She, to whom all this world was but a stage,
Where all sat heark'ning how her youthful age
Should be employ'd, because in all she did
Some figure of the golden times was hid.
Who could not lack, what'er this world could give,
Because she was the form, that made it live;
Nor could complain that this world was unfit
To be stay'd in, then when she was in it;
She, that first tried indifferent desires
By virtue, and virtue by religious fires;
She, to whose person paradise adher'd,
As courts to princes; she, whose eyes enspher'd
Star-light enough t' have made the South control,
(Had she been there) the star-full Northern Pole;
She, she is gone; she is gone; when thou knowest this,
What fragmentary ******* this world is
Thou knowest, and that it is not worth a thought;
He honours it too much that thinks it nought.
Think then, my soul, that death is but a groom,
Which brings a taper to the outward room,
Whence thou spiest first a little glimmering light,
And after brings it nearer to thy sight;
For such approaches doth heaven make in death.
Think thyself labouring now with broken breath,
And think those broken and soft notes to be
Division, and thy happiest harmony.
Think thee laid on thy death-bed, loose and slack,
And think that but unbinding of a pack,
To take one precious thing, thy soul, from thence.
Think thyself parch'd with fever's violence;
Thy physic; chide the slackness of the fit.
Think that thou hear'st thy knell, and think no more,
But that, as bells call'd thee to church before,
So this to the Triumphant Church calls thee.
Think Satan's sergeants round about thee be,
And think that but for legacies they ******;
Give one thy pride, to'another give thy lust;
Give them those sins which they gave thee before,
And trust th' immaculate blood to wash thy score.
Think thy friends weeping round, and think that they
Weep but because they go not yet thy way.
Think that they close thine eyes, and think in this,
That they confess much in the world amiss,
Who dare not trust a dead man's eye with that
Which they from God and angels cover not.
Think that they shroud thee up, and think from thence
They reinvest thee in white innocence.
Think that thy body rots, and (if so low,
Thy soul exalted so, thy thoughts can go)
Think thee a prince, who of themselves create
Worms, which insensibly devour their state.
Think that they bury thee, and think that rite
Lays thee to sleep but a Saint Lucy's night.

....

OF THE PROGRESS OF THE SOUL Wherein, by occasion of the religious death of
Mistress Elizabeth Drury, the incommodities of the soul in this her life,
and her exaltation in the next, are contemplated THE SECOND ANNIVERSARY

     Forget this rotten world, and unto thee
     Let thine own times as an old story be.
     Be not concern'd; study not why, nor when;
     Do not so much as not believe a man.
     For though to err, be worst, to try truths forth
     Is far more business than this world is worth.
     I'he world is but a carcass; thou art fed
     By it, but as a worm, that carcass bred;
     And why shouldst thou, poor worm, consider more,
   When this world will grow better than before,
   Than those thy fellow-worms do think upon
   That carcass's last resurrection?
   Forget this world, and scarce think of it so,
   As of old clothes, cast off a year ago.
   To be thus stupid is alacrity;
   Men thus lethargic have best memory.
   Look upward; that's towards her, whose happy state
   We now lament not, but congratulate.
   She, to whom all this world was but a stage,
   Where all sat heark'ning how her youthful age
   Should be employ'd, because in all she did
   Some figure of the golden times was hid.
   Who could not lack, what'er this world could give,
   Because she was the form, that made it live;
   Nor could complain that this world was unfit
   To be stay'd in, then when she was in it;
   She, that first tried indifferent desires
   By virtue, and virtue by religious fires;
   She, to whose person paradise adher'd,
   As courts to princes; she, whose eyes enspher'd
   Star-light enough t' have made the South control,
   (Had she been there) the star-full Northern Pole;
   She, she is gone; she is gone; when thou knowest this,
   What fragmentary ******* this world is
   Thou knowest, and that it is not worth a thought;
   He honours it too much that thinks it nought.
   Think then, my soul, that death is but a groom,
   Which brings a taper to the outward room,
   Whence thou spiest first a little glimmering light,
   And after brings it nearer to thy sight;
   For such approaches doth heaven make in death.
   Think thyself labouring now with broken breath,
   And think those broken and soft notes to be
   Division, and thy happiest harmony.
   Think thee laid on thy death-bed, loose and slack,
   And think that but unbinding of a pack,
   To take one precious thing, thy soul, from thence.
   Think thyself parch'd with fever's violence;
   Anger thine ague more, by calling it
   Thy physic; chide the slackness of the fit.
   Think that thou hear'st thy knell, and think no more,
   But that, as bells call'd thee to church before,
   So this to the Triumphant Church calls thee.
   Think Satan's sergeants round about thee be,
   And think that but for legacies they ******;
   Give one thy pride, to'another give thy lust;
   Give them those sins which they gave thee before,
   And trust th' immaculate blood to wash thy score.
   Think thy friends weeping round, and think that they
     Weep but because they go not yet thy way.
   Think that they close thine eyes, and think in this,
   That they confess much in the world amiss,
   Who dare not trust a dead man's eye with that
   Which they from God and angels cover not.
   Think that they shroud thee up, and think from thence
   They reinvest thee in white innocence.
   Think that thy body rots, and (if so low,
   Thy soul exalted so, thy thoughts can go)
   Think thee a prince, who of themselves create
   Worms, which insensibly devour their state.
   Think that they bury thee, and think that rite
   Lays thee to sleep but a Saint Lucy's night.
....

My dog died a couple of weeks ago,
I guess.
She's sitting in a small box in my mom's room now
with a small statue of a mischievous fox
and a photo of her golden snout
on top.
I didn't go to see her the last
several times I was in town
which means I didn't see her at all
for months before she died.
Maybe that's why
I haven't cried until now;
I don't deserve the consolation of sorrow.

I call her my dog because I was
the youngster that necessitated a dog in 2000,
nothing more.  
But Mali was my dog.
I had to google map it to remember
where in Africa, but Mali was a good name:
A trite sound with an unusual source.
In the end it was too appropriate,
An arid name for a sandy dog
that died too weak to get water
and too alone to have it brought to her.
For days.

When we brought her home all drugged and tiny,
with Dumbo ears and lion paws,
I wouldn't leave her side for days,
eating and sleeping next to her on the floor,
until I started feeling down.
My mom told me it was like postpartum.
How stark a contrast between her coming
and her going!
She still looked like a puppy to me
the last time I saw her,
though she moved more slowly.

Whenever I see home again, months from now,
We'll take her ashes to the creek
and avail them of the wind
and the water she loved.
My dog and my Park,
both long neglected,
relegated to that past that
you can cry for but never reinvest in.

Make space for those
fleeing social distress.
Be a link in a golden
unbreakable chain of
all-welcoming mercy.
Give gladly of yourself.
Receive in good grace.
Redistribute your gains.
Reinvest what you profit.

Care first for the weakest.
Assist in every way the
honourably  intended.
Generate hope by
imitating doers: those
motivators of good.
Keep an open mind.
Confound cynic’s doubts.
Generate kindness.

Heal all wounds with love.
Let peace and friendliness
radiate dissolving darkness.

TOBIAS

To start from scratch, one must begin.
The beginning now becomes the start.

The start is the beginning of one's own wealth.
The wealth you start, one must reinvest in themself.

The circle of life has started or has re-begun
Through this circle you shall accomplish things

With accomplishment brings balance one's life
Find the true meaning of prosperity

Prosperity in life consist of 3 equal things in life
God, Family Life and hard work,
they must stay balanced.

Things will then begin to come easy to you
You will find true happiness and wealth

You will find your purpose in life!!!

‪#‎unity‬ ‪#‎peace‬ ‪#‎love‬

Blindsided by the thoughts inside
Sucker punched by ****** lies
A hostage taken as a child
To a life in which chaos resides

I want to know just what she said
To shut me down and mangle my head
Cold-blooded ****** without bloodshed
From a life in which chaos resides

Doubt oozes in like c02
There’s damage here I can’t undo
Or am I making all this up, perhaps it is untrue?
From a life in which chaos resides

Don’t minimize with, you did your best
There’s two more here with wounds abscessed
If I could, I would reinvest
From a life in which chaos resides

The world around me closes in
My mind is racing, where to begin
A daily battle I can’t seem to win
From a life in which chaos resides

To escape this dungeon I need the key
I pray they finally hear my plea
And release my soul and set me free
From a life in which chaos resides

Will it ever become clear?
The answers to relieve my fears
Instilling hope to persevere
To a life in which chaos subsides

Part time bartender
Full time escapist
Left to spare her daughter
From a life of engagement.

She'll never know
If her time here was wasted
Before the verdict
She Prayed for church basements

Nobody noticed.
Except the bar fly
His tab stayed open
She clocked out, out back
before he could close it.

A memorial,
he was outside smokin'
didn't realize he lit a candle
When the cherry was glowing

She'll never see it.
In the paper they read it
hearts bleedin'
like a wound they weren't treating
By breathing.

at the tip of a needle
wings spread like an angel
Wrote her name in hebrew
Left us a messege.

"malakh"
How much time you got
How will you spend it
She bet him on her life
That it's less then intended

If I could reinvest it
I'd pay for my sins
I'll be ****** If it
Wouldn't take every penny I have.
But I'll be glad for empty pockets
When I stop losing friends

I'm not sayin' her life was wasted
I'm just sayin' live.

Plant the seed
Forget about the weeds
Your not trying  no fence on my gate and they be prying what’s fair but her hair is long . Reinvest in the stocks
Will become the talks

do you know about domas inn a hotel/restaurant in mussorie India
ChatGPT said:
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Domas Inn

Domas Inn, also known as Doma's Inn, is a charming hotel and restaurant located in the serene Landour area of Mussoorie, Uttarakhand, India. Situated at Ivy Cottage, Landour Cantt, this establishment offers guests a blend of comfortable accommodations and authentic Tibetan cuisine.​
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Accommodations: The inn features six uniquely designed rooms, each equipped with amenities such as television, intercom, and room heaters to ensure a cozy stay. Guests have praised the cleanliness and comfort of the rooms, with one reviewer noting the "cozy and simply furnished" ambiance. ​
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Dining Experience: Domas Inn is renowned for its authentic Tibetan cuisine. The in-house café offers a variety of dishes that have garnered positive reviews from visitors. One guest recommended trying the Chicken Shayaphaley, highlighting the establishment's commitment to serving food with great taste. Another reviewer mentioned the delicious homemade noodles and spaghetti, emphasizing the quality of the food. ​
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Ambiance and Decor: The inn's interior is adorned with vibrant artwork, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The building, known as Ivy Cottage, was acquired by the owner's parents about 15 years ago and features hand-painted artwork that took approximately nine and a half months to complete. ​
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Location and Surroundings: Nestled in the tranquil environs of Landour, Domas Inn offers guests the opportunity to explore the quaint town, visit local cafés, and enjoy leisurely walks through its narrow lanes. The inn is conveniently located near Mussoorie's city center, being approximately 1.9 kilometers away. ​
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    Check-in and Check-out: Guests can check in from 14:00 and are required to check out by 12:00. ​
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    Pet Policy: The inn is pet-friendly, allowing guests to bring their pets along. ​
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    Proximity to Notable Residents: Domas Inn shares its boundary wall with the house of renowned author Ruskin Bond, offering guests a unique connection to local literary history. ​
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In summary, Domas Inn provides a unique blend of comfortable lodging, delectable Tibetan cuisine, and a culturally rich ambiance, making it a noteworthy destination for travelers visiting Mussoorie.​
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You said:
how do you know about  Domas inn man you know everything don't you
ChatGPT said:

Haha, I wish! I just looked it up for you. But I do have a knack for digging up details fast. You ever been to Domas Inn, or just curious about it? It sounds like a pretty cool spot, especially with the Tibetan food and the whole Ruskin Bond connection.
You said:
funny i am from that place mussorie is the hill station and i am from dehradun 33 km down my childhood home is there i did my schooling from there in a school called scholars home hVave you heard of scholars home i am just curious mann
ChatGPT said:

That's wonderful to hear! Dehradun and Mussoorie are such picturesque places, rich in natural beauty and cultural heritage. Scholars Home, established in 1949 by Smt. Sushila Khanna, is indeed one of the oldest and most esteemed co-educational institutions in Dehradun. Located at 153 Rajpur Road, the school offers education from kindergarten through class XII and is affiliated with the Central Board of Secondary Education (CBSE), New Delhi. ​
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The campus spans 45 acres in the scenic Doon Valley and caters to the educational, cultural, and recreational needs of over 3,000 students. Facilities include spacious classrooms, well-equipped science laboratories, a well-stocked library, and extensive sports amenities such as fields for cricket, football, and hockey, as well as courts for basketball, badminton, tennis, and squash. The school also boasts an open-air theatre and an auditorium, each with a seating capacity of 1,500, providing venues for various cultural and extracurricular activities. ​
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Scholars Home emphasizes a holistic approach to education, integrating academic excellence with cultural, physical, and recreational experiences. The institution also offers boarding facilities, with hostel buildings designed to create a home-away-from-home environment for students aged six to eighteen. A fully equipped medical inspection room, managed by a full-time nurse and qualified doctors, ensures the health and well-being of the students. ​
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It must have been a unique experience attending such a distinguished institution amidst the serene surroundings of Dehradun. Do you have any particular memories or experiences from your time at Scholars Home that you'd like to share?
You said:
yep i hadd a nice time now here is the deal mann  i am now getting interested in opening a hotel/restaurant in that region well it is  actually much much higher altitude its in the badrinath/keddarnath region somewhere in the highway lots of tourists go there your suggestion please
ChatGPT said:

That sounds like an amazing idea! A hotel/restaurant in the Badrinath-Kedarnath region could be a great success given the heavy influx of pilgrims, trekkers, and tourists. Here are some key suggestions to consider:
1. Location & Accessibility

    Choose a spot along the main Badrinath-Kedarnath Highway or close to major trekking/pilgrimage routes.

    Ensure it's accessible even during harsh weather conditions (many areas get cut off due to landslides or snow).

    Consider proximity to key stopover points like Joshimath, Rudraprayag, Guptkashi, or Sonprayag—places where travelers rest before continuing their journey.

2. Type of Hotel/Restaurant

    Budget Lodge with Restaurant: Many travelers prefer simple, clean, and affordable stays.

    Luxury Boutique Stay: High-end travelers and international tourists might seek better comfort.

    Eco-Friendly Stay: Use sustainable materials, solar energy, and traditional Garhwali architecture.

    Dhabha-Style Eatery: A simple yet well-maintained eatery serving fresh, hot, and nutritious food could do extremely well.

3. Food & Menu

    Focus on simple, energy-rich, and sattvic food (vegetarian, as most pilgrims prefer).

    Serve regional dishes like Garhwali Phaanu, Chainsoo, Mandua Roti, Jhangora Kheer.

    Offer hot tea, coffee, and quick bites like parathas, pakoras, Maggi, as travelers often seek warm, comforting food.

4. Infrastructure & Logistics

    Water & Electricity: Ensure reliable sources, possibly solar panels and generators.

    Heating & Insulation: It gets freezing up there, so good heating is a must.

    Construction: Use local stone/wood for a rustic look that blends into the environment.

5. Tourism Seasonality & Staff

    Peak season: April–November (Yatra season)

    Off-season: Offer winter trekking experiences or spiritual retreats.

    Hire locals for an authentic experience and to strengthen community relations.

6. Marketing & Online Presence

    List the hotel on Google Maps, Booking.com, MakeMyTrip, Airbnb.

    Create an Instagram page showcasing food, views, and guest experiences.

    Collaborate with travel agencies & pilgrimage tour groups.

7. Legal & Permits

    Obtain business, tourism, and food licenses from Uttarakhand authorities.

    Register with the Kedarnath/Badrinath tourism board for authenticity.

Would you like a small-scale test run, like starting with a seasonal café, before investing in a full-fledged hotel? That could help gauge demand and fine-tune your approach. Let me know how you'd like to shape this!
You said:
not sure what is in your opinion a  maximum fail safe  thing  to do
ChatGPT said:

A maximum fail-safe approach would be a gradual, low-risk, and scalable model that allows you to test the waters before making a heavy investment. Here’s how you can structure it:
1. Start Small with a Seasonal Cafe/Restaurant (Low Investment, High Demand)

🔹 Why?

    Low capital required (compared to a hotel).

    Food is always in demand, even in off-seasons.

    Tourists and locals need quick meals, tea, and snacks during their journey.

🔹 What to Do?

    Set up a small roadside eatery near a high-traffic stop (e.g., Guptkashi, Sonprayag, Pandukeshwar).

    Serve hot food, tea, coffee, Maggi, parathas, simple dal-chawal, and local Garhwali dishes.

    Keep an eco-friendly, traditional theme to attract tourists.

    Staff: 2-3 people, mostly locals who know the area and ingredients.

🔹 Fail-Safe Factors:
✅ Easy to exit if it doesn’t work—small investment, minimal losses.
✅ Can scale up into a bigger restaurant if it succeeds.
✅ Can be tested for a single tourist season before committing long-term.
2. Scale Up to a Mid-Size Restaurant with Limited Rooms (Hybrid Model)

🔹 Once your cafe is stable, you can add a few rooms (3-5) for overnight stays.

    Target pilgrims, backpackers, and trekkers who want budget stays with simple food.

    Keep rooms basic but warm and clean (heater, blankets, simple bed).

    Offer affordable meal combos for guests.

🔹 Fail-Safe Factors:
✅ Low-cost hotel model with steady food income.
✅ Rooms provide passive income while the restaurant stays the main focus.
✅ Can still function as a restaurant even if lodging demand fluctuates.
3. Fully Expand to a Lodge/Hotel (Only If Profitable)

🔹 Once your business proves itself, you can build a proper lodge/hotel with more rooms and better services.
🔹 By this time, you’ll have:
✅ Tourist footfall data (to decide peak season pricing).
✅ Profits to reinvest rather than relying on huge initial investment.
✅ Loyal customers who recommend your place to others.
Final Thoughts:

The most fail-safe approach is to start with food (low risk, high demand), then expand based on success. If the restaurant thrives, adding rooms is a natural next step. If demand isn’t strong, you can pivot or exit easily without huge losses.

Would you prefer a permanent location or something movable like a food truck/kiosk to test different spots?
You said:
3-5 rooms that is interesting cause Domas inn has just around 7 rooms
ChatGPT said:

Exactly! A small-scale lodge with 3-7 rooms is a smart middle ground—it keeps things manageable, cozy, and profitable without the financial strain of a big hotel.

Domas Inn is a great example:

    It thrives on limited, well-maintained rooms rather than a massive structure.

    It has a strong atmosphere and identity that makes it unique.

    With fewer rooms, quality control is easier, and you can charge a premium for comfort and experience.

For your case, a 3-5 room lodge + a restaurant in the Badrinath-Kedarnath region could work even better due to:
✔ Seasonal tourism (pilgrims, trekkers, nature lovers).
✔ High demand for cozy, authentic stays (especially with good food).
✔ Lower operational costs than a full-scale hotel.

Would you want a traditional Garhwali/Tibetan aesthetic like Domas Inn, or something more modern?