Future History

Long Ago,
 in the Future of which I speak,

darkness rampant,
 deeds complete,

'Words' know 'Voice;'

..Eat!

A Cross dignified,

the truth for cost,

stole the story a prequel lost,
to enrich claim as 'All" man's boss,
in order too,
 enhanced this Plot.

Reign

Guilty, Sin?,

Man lived this Crossed,

all that's done,

put on this 'Son.'

Placed at 'His' feet,

no rest in complete,

just stuck on constant,

repeat.

The War torn Battles,

religious feat,

the 'Undecided' held-too,

divided.

Societies

'Practiced Belief'

Faith in beating,

Innocence lost,

much like 'Bleating.'

Sheep

A diced Thought,

spirituality fraught,

the 'Plan' became 'The Spirit' lost.

Taught

Ramped-Up elevated fears,
threats declared News,
"Words you'll Rue if you do!"
Nations Plot,
 an awful 'Lot.'

In place of Air,
oxygen breathed negativity,
the rule on knee,
standing a plea.

The 'Free' felt,
censorship? invisible,
the deal dealt,
the game no gamble,
it came too late,
realization had a date.

After 'The Big-Bang' before the blast,
the Sun did shine and the Moon moved,
the Sky was blue,
an Aftermath.

Recorded 'text' common views,
extended grief at fingertips,
accountability blame,
shame no choice,
proved to take lives,
no good 'Sake.'

Yes people died,
their own hand applied,
Suicide.

The gross of Nature,
dismissed as lie,
increased a rift,
Glaciers tipped.

Gave life to Seas,
oceans grew,
the rise a sign,
chills in tune.

The Future Past-Lived lives,
delivered message without a sigh,
predisposed ignored the bourne,
a Coffee Cup became the ministry.

Erupt

The sound of deafness a plume did come,
sum of bombs caused some alarm,
the Sky went up then fell to Earth,
covered Land 'All' Men's turf.

Burnt their skin in reverse,
what was breathed is gaseous still,
nerve.

It was said,

"All life, it's dead!"

Looked around certain bore,
death was gone and 'Red' showed horror.

The World's Mass gathered Past,
in the wrath of heated blast,
the prayer of death,
turned it's back,
the hatred filled the spite,
indignities became a plight.

Subtracted light,
the gray ash hung,
to look-up you'd only sum,
it was math that added-up,
 the 'Causes' pushed to erupt.

The final straw broke no back,
the cries were heard,
judged absurd,
it was bad and sadly seen,
no one stopped to even think,
today's the day and I should blink,
a mental note or thought resist,
the secret is choice,
to know decision,
wrote.

It was 'The Brink' of what did bring,
 an end to what was,
simply everything.

The Present day Future,
too See!!

Just A Call!! Ring-Me!!

As 'Life' introduces Challenge,

I feel the pulse,

the Beat of a Rhythm Sounding!!

The Song of Choice

A deep tone of relief,

a decision to be felt,

enjoy the dance.

The steps seem so unknown,

unsure and unused,

often referred to as absurd,

but I learn, 

I go!!

To dig down into the depths,

this I know,

my Mind I have kept,

free to be accountable,

for me.

With nothing more than an Opportunity,

present Yourself without Lies,

know your Thought,

support Self,

and with the evidence of being,

Attain!!

More

The secluded factor of 'The Idea,'

a Rafter too Support,

by Structure and by Design,

Find!!

You are not blind,

be free to 'See',

to Chose to Build the Framework,

the Foundation of a Plan.

Difficulties produce our ability to further growth,

privately and within One's self,

gather the strength of Tact,

select unto You,

'Importance' great,

repetition unique,

an accountable deed,

Achieve!!

Confidence in this said,

further yourself to progress,

'Accomplishment' is met with,

Succeed!!

Failure is not easy,

it is a Reality,

it can be a 'When,'

Play!!

A Win provides satisfaction,

a Loss is a Lesson,

do not dismiss the Class,

it is an Education,

Fast!!

The Instructor will last,

for it is You and your Past,

lending a View on how to Improve,

Embrace!!

Fact

Don't erase this path,

don't lose your Self to wrath,

Life!!

To Walk, to Run, to Stop, to Breath,

to not rival a need,

review the Want,

Grade yourself with health,

Wealth!!

Of Mind

Thought is Energy,

be 'Well,'

don't Wallow in Negativity,

be 'Better' than the best you can be,

embrace your Destiny.

Fate

Take a Grip,

it is only the Self-Doubt that rips at our fingertips.

Speak with Value,

the require of the Mind,

should be of a positive kind,

to Heal, to Identify, to Produce, to Show, to Example,

Ample!!

Idea

You may not agree,

that is O.K. with me,

I seek nothing more than Tranquility,

Peace!!

A Point-of-View,

to nurture our existence,

Hear!!

To stifle thought,

to condemn what equals growth,

shuns Difference by imposing 'Told,'

Yoked!!

All Lives are of importance,

unique unto themselves,

the common denominator seems the sum,

of this particular Run.

The Toll if undivided,

is the enjoyment of the outcome,

'The Try' will be felt in 'Done,'

Incarnation!!

Good Luck

'Cause regardless,

it is a Hell of a Ride,

and this Life will deliver,

Sight!!

A 'Given' Rite, 

to Be, too See,

Believe!!

The Human Race, A Run?!

I had an interesting dream.

There I was gazing across the Universal Space,

Worlds to cross and without fear,

all to participate in 'A Try', 

to escape this Human... Race!!

Before I began and with a few kids in tow,

I saw a Man.

"Hey there, I proclaimed!  Have you made your Claim?"

Discussing this journey we decided to join forces,

he had even more children than I,

in total twenty-five (or so) we join for this Ride.

Knowing more than I,

in addition none of these kids belonged to either of us,

we were a sort of a,

'Trust.'

So this Guy changed our Names for a better disguise,

meanwhile I turned to...

"O.k. guys, put on your Past Live Tenney Runners, does anyone need help with the ties?"

Now as we readied Ourselves to go a great distance,

we acknowledged that we were not stopping upon any Worlds,

rather passing by,

the Challenge?

Not to be Caught,

skipping Lives.

A difficult task,

but a worthy path,

for the Sickness of Ill's in these Worlds that spill,

with a passive and aggressive wrath,

not good for the youthful to Live.

~

I turned to the kids,

held my finger to my lips,

and off we all went in a silent rent,

a strange Vehicle,

Sent.

Much like the 'Great Escape' we held a rate,

we managed to check-in and out of these Worlds to be,

by simply doing a sort of fly-by,

not caught,

we were making great time.

All of sudden one of the Kids asked,

"Do you think we can stop so that we can take a look at ourselves?"

Moving along at an incredible Clip,

we were more than equipped,

 to accommodate this request,

so We did and I said;

"Sure, just give us a minute to find such a spot."

Next thing I know and of course being a dream,

I spied out a perfect place that had the exact thing,

a Mirror to See themselves in,

it's Perfect I thought,

we stopped.

~

"Now everybody have a seat, 

untie your Past Life Tennis Shoes and place them on the Floor by the Door."

~

With great excitement and plenty of giggles,

the kids pulled off their shoes,

putting them in a pile on the floor.

As this Man named appropriately "Jack,"

the name I wanted to name my Son in real life,

began to keep watch for the bad guys,

I saw out of the corner of my eye...

..the kids running to the Mirror.. to see..Their Teeth!!

I remember thinking,

"That's weird, I thought we stopped so they could look at themselves and they are so excited to take a look at there....what....teeth?  Strange little Beings! Oh well, it seemed to be 'A Tell' so to speak."

I glanced back,

there they all were,

looking as if they were all saying,

CHEEEEESE!!

Seemingly satisfied with this new found glimpse of themselves,

I said,

"Are you ready to go?  If so, put your Past Life Shoes back on and hit the Road."

Scrambling about,

reaching over one another,

each child put on and tied their own Shoes,

stood-up and said Oh well,

time to Fly!!

I said,

 "O.K. Bye!!"

Jack took off out into a different Space,

and I stopped to join this,

Human Race.

Not knowing Why,

I was forced to it seemed,

 a Duty or a sort of expectation,

Deemed.

I Continued on Foot,

no shoes did I put,

come to think of it,

I'm not sure I had any at all.

There I was,

at the Start Gate,

many stood with Cap and Gown,

as if it were a graduation,

Planned?

The gun went off,

like a Horse at the Post,

BANG!!,

 'We' were Off!!

In what seemed such a short distance,

many fell on this Way,

it was rough,

a difficult Path.

As the pace was fast,

those that did not fall,

ran like hell,

ducking, jumping and thinking,

this is bad.

Coming upon this enormous bank,

there in front of Us was a Birch branch,

cross-sectioned,

I took a look.

The Limbs were evident,

a Jungle-Gym on the Front,

tiered downwards,

I stepped a bit closer,

to observe.

Not One Person went,

so I did,

believing first one in,

last one wins!!

Determined to finish,

I grabbed the first limb and swung out over this great Corvass,

it dropped-off fast.

Soaring through,

I with such a grace I did not think I possessed,

I moved from branch to branch,

with great ease,

a sort of Wild Romance.

No splinters had,

the birch trees were groomed,

only showing the stubs of where their Limbs used to be,

it did drop-0ff,

Enormous and Vast.

A Plateau or Flat,

a final Tier looking back.

As I moved I felt the breeze beneath my knees,

struck by the motion the swinging was Neat.

This downward track was the 'Given-Path,'

still on Course,

with no one else about,

I looked up to See,

it was only me.

In this dream I was relieved that I could do with such great ease,

for it seemed impossible to Flea.

No fumbling, no jumbling, not one missed grip to be had,

the appearance was bad, difficult by design,

the act came with ease,

almost redeeming in the deed.

I prepared to hit the ground,

the distance down was surprising,

I bent my knees,

to absorb the impact.

Landing upon this strange new throng,

 I looked around and saw to speak,

"Do I go around this Volcanic Rock or cut through the Glacier Sea?"

the finish line was visible to me,

it was also cold and I had been wondering,

the road seemed to go both ways,

but the path was misleading.

Directly in front of me was a Peak,

it was a glacier of volcanic smoke,

frozen in it's choke.

Directed to go,

I followed the blowholes,

frozen but obvious,

the Track did not lack the character of Fact.

Finishing,

I crossed the Line,

inscribed in time to only find,

I was alone accept for whom guided,

an Apparition and Predisposed.

In the next breath,

a girl I knew but did not recognize,

said to me as she grabbed-at  both of my shoulders, 

at the same time just to get my attention,

Stating with great emphasis:

"I knew you could do it, you got us through."

A bit baffled,

I woke,

I was struck with interest,

the Silvery-White Bark of the Birch,

had such a smooth touch.

~

Wow, what a strange Dream,

I laughed and thought,

"Past Life Shoes!! Tenney Runners for life, Cool!!  Why did they want so see their Teeth?"

Shadow Council

Sadistically Cruel,

 the Narcissist will pursue,

there seems 'No Rescue',

targeted for Life,

just creating more strife.

Know Fight

I had hoped that silence,

would end their relentless attack.

I thought Distance,

would offer me that comfort,

I thought Time might Heal,

a Lie!!

The Malignant Narcissist,

continues to harm,

they just do not like to lose, 

Period!!

When?

Long before I began to write,

I sat down with my Mother, 

Stepfather in tow,

I made this request;

"Please stop your attack, give it a rest."

I spoke frankly,

in their Drawing Room,

I gave my address,

I proposed a mutual ending,

speaking,

"This is your Life. These have been your decisions. 

I would just like to 'Get Along' and not suffer what I believe was wrong."

Composed and without thought,

my Stepfathers Plot,

saying,

"Your Mother and I have no idea what you are speaking about."

Such a common Theme,

for so long,

denial has been their song,

it used to Steam me,

as my Stepfather spoke of such things I.E.,

"I never beat you.  We never hurt you. You have just made it all up, the Devil has you!!"

Freely I Seek,

what I know to be,

the Evidence is inside of me,

I embrace myself so I may know,

someday I'll be O.K.,

maybe all of the shame will just go away.

Free of their lies,

I am left with the truth,

'My Lives', 'My Why's',

and all of my goodbyes,

intact I'm black.

I try to find 'Reason' for my Life,

in the 'Difficulties' I embrace a Challenge,

in the strife I engage Change or a Choice,

in sadness I see ability,

in 'Thought' I find relief,

a sort of meeting with the Mind.

I 'Know' that I chose this Life,

I wanted to know something;

"What is Evil?"

The Candor of Blatancy

Instead of kowtowing to that which is said,

in regards to these impending days,

the Scenarios of 'The End,'

an Apocalypse as 'A Begin.'

I chose to believe,

in the opportunity I see,

The Continue,

it is better for me.

I'll set my head and in this place,

the thought of such a 'Doomsday Dead,'

makes me think to stand.

My Stead

Face the 'morrow without the fear,

embrace the terror without the tears,

enable my 'Given-Mind,'

the freedom to be, to know me,

to be who I am,

accepting the law of the lands.

It seems as if,

Societies create such a rift,

"Submit your Will or We will kill,"

the message to kneel,

the words force Worship,

 or,

you will be left in Hell.

I prefer to register,

a faith that comes from within,

no guilt from them,

I would rather be accountable for myself,

my sin, my choice,

I have been.

Be a Human Being of forward thinking,

not a beaten down drone,

afraid of a throne,

and therefore withdrawing from,

as oppose to embracing Sum!!

Fear dictates that Mat

Untangle your Life,

walk your path,

Independent Healing without Remand.

Should you feel we go around,

should you feel that you have been before,

be of invitation to what will come,

feeling the liberation not the condemnation,

of this continuance not bliss.

In each passing moment,

the seconds count,

the minutes add-up,

the hours mark our preparation.

Deliberate

I chose to ascribe,

 to being more than a Resident,

 of a place or a space,

I'd like to go so far,

to see a Star, to be a Moon,

to know that the Galactic Sphere has grown,

whilst I was here.

 I would like to be of use,

in this Universe or the next,

I would like to grow,

to be a better me.

There must be a Creative reason,

 for our Purpose,

for our Being,

in learning who we may be,

becoming who we see ourselves to be.

Revealing

So many roads to roam,

yet the bully's have bullied you onto their path,

their road of wrath in fact,

where you are told; 

What to be; How to be; and The only way it can be!!

I would like to enjoy all the facets of Creation,

I'd like to embrace all that Man believes,

I would like to be and continue to be impressed by it's prowess.

I become so impressed by what surrounds us,

the uniqueness, the beauty, the full-moon, the sky lit by the stars,

the wind, the grace of which these few things of mention,

reach down inside of me saying,

"Progress."

To be part of this Adventure,

to marvel at the Journey,

to chose to decide,

not decide to chose.

I would like to be a shining life,

not a dieing one.

I would like to example Nature,

be of strong character,

so I too may weather a storm.

I would like to hold to the fact that we are not all from here,

so we may behold the idea of such a majestic view,

to be part of a bigger Whole,

not be blind to Worlds or Dimensions unknown, unseen,

denied for being mean.

I would like to know that Faith is Value,

to respect the Road Traveled,

admire the fortitude of the individual embarking on the Quest,

the commitment of the stand is grand.

I would like to know,

that as you are upright with your religion,

I may be upright without one.

I would like the Wealth of your Message,

to be felt without the Death of a Civilization,

or the Conquest of a Mind.

I would like to know,

the Value of the Written Word,

not just told,

"That's absurd, Burn!!"

I would have liked to have heard,

or to have read the things from whom are now dead,

due to this Dread.

Apocalyptic Terror

The intimidation,

used through the interpretation of the 'End of Days,'

seems to profit those providing such dismay.

A Maze

I enjoy the Prophet,

the effort of the thought,

to write and to wrought,

so that we may see the wisdom in brought.

Freely

The World is so vast,

full to the brim with Ancient Text,

guiding and directing on what is said will come,

Dread!!.

RED

It is suggested,

a good walk is a true walk,

an honest person has a calculated worth,

with the measure of a Feather,

the balance is life.

Your Mind is a conscious find,

not to deliberately lead astray,

but to embrace and engage,

the measure of choice with decision,

not a divisive Yoke of choke.

I hope that All of Your Prophecies,

come to fruition,

in Time, in Place, in Actionable Days,

no matter your religion,

this is my decision.

I would love to be of witness,

to these turbulent days of resistance,

you are all so persistent,

I can't believe that you won't make it happen.

Dismay seems Your Way,

Your Play, Your Venue,

served with such hatred,

as if you cannot wait for another to be Censured,

you push so hard,

it seems ventured.

Why must One be so terrorized,

so frightened,

by Times you state are enlightening?

It is said that what is to come,

what will demand a Rule, A Reign is due,

yet 'It' came before you and will survive you,

not an opinion but your stated fact.

Without bad we could not know good,

without destruction we could not enjoy creation,

without Satan who would you blame for your Shortcomings?

To be without 'Purchase,'

a self-worth that details your Being,

where would 'Reason' envelope such a Season?

We All fit-in somewhere,

and now you have made,

Evil a 'Dare' and not a 'Snare.'

Birthday Message From My Mother

On my birthday this year my Mother called me. It was a bit of a surprise because I have been ostracized from the Family for so long.  She wanted to read to me a passage out of the King James Version of the Bible.  She said that this was her gift to me.

Before she began to read the passage below, I interjected and said, "Thanks for having me....I think."  I am not certain if she heard me as she just seemed to roll into reading this chapter and verse.

I am not certain what it was supposed to mean to me.  She insisted that this did apply to my life.  I just allowed her to speak freely because there is still a small part of me that likes to believe that there could be some healing between us. To date I have been completely wrong about this, so I decided to post my birthday message and ask your opinion.

I would like to be grateful for the time she took to make the call, however it always seems there is an ulterior motive.  I was wondering what the underlying reason for the call was, or, why she chose to read this particular Verse, it eludes me.

Maybe after reading what she read to me you will see the relevance, because in truth it seemed a bit hurtful not healing in it's meaning that she implied to me.  She asked me to read the entire chapter by myself and that it would heal me in my life.  Growing-up I was always told that I was the Sacrificial Lamb, so I did not know exactly how to take or to receive her gift to me.

I have bolded what she read to me on the phone.

Please feel free to share your insight because after reading it myself I am unsure what exactly to make of it.  It seemed a strange gift to receive from one's mother on your birthday, but maybe it's not in this case. I don't really know.

Revelation Chapter 21

¹ And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea.

² And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.

³ And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God.

⁴ And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

⁵ And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful.

⁶ And he said unto me, It is done. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely.

⁷ He that overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will be his God, and he shall be my son.

⁸ But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.

⁹ And there came unto me one of the seven angels which had the seven vials full of the seven last plagues, and talked with me, saying, Come hither, I will shew thee the bride, the Lamb's wife.

¹⁰ And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and shewed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God,

¹¹ Having the glory of God: and her light was like unto a stone most precious, even like a jasper stone, clear as crystal;

¹² And had a wall great and high, and had twelve gates, and at the gates twelve angels, and names written thereon, which are the namesof the twelve tribes of the children of Israel:

¹³ On the east three gates; on the north three gates; on the south three gates; and on the west three gates.

¹⁴ And the wall of the city had twelve foundations, and in them the names of the twelve apostles of the Lamb.

¹⁵ And he that talked with me had a golden reed to measure the city, and the gates thereof, and the wall thereof.

¹⁶ And the city lieth foursquare, and the length is as large as the breadth: and he measured the city with the reed, twelve thousand furlongs. The length and the breadth and the height of it are equal.

¹⁷ And he measured the wall thereof, an hundred and forty and four cubits, according to the measure of a man, that is, of the angel.

¹⁸ And the building of the wall of it was of jasper: and the city was pure gold, like unto clear glass.

¹⁹ And the foundations of the wall of the city were garnished with all manner of precious stones. The first foundation was jasper; the second, sapphire; the third, a chalcedony; the fourth, an emerald;

²⁰ The fifth, sardonyx; the sixth, sardius; the seventh, chrysolite; the eighth, beryl; the ninth, a topaz; the tenth, a chrysoprasus; the eleventh, a jacinth; the twelfth, an amethyst.

²¹ And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass.

²² And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it.

²³ And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.

²⁴ And the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the light of it: and the kings of the earth do bring their glory and honour into it.

²⁵ And the gates of it shall not be shut at all by day: for there shall be no night there.

²⁶ And they shall bring the glory and honour of the nations into it.

²⁷ And there shall in no wise enter into it any thing that defileth, neither whatsoever worketh abomination, or maketh a lie: but they which are written in the Lamb's book of life.

Malignant Narcissists Are Homicidal, by "House of Mirrors." This is a Google Blog Excerpt

Written by Lisette, House of Mirrors

(by following the Link listed below, you may read the post in it's entirety)  

"How can they be evil and not designated as criminals? The Key lies in the word “designated.” They are criminals in that they commit “crimes” against life and liveliness. But except in rare instances – such as the case of a Hitler – when they might achieve extraordinary degrees of political power that remove them from ordinary restraints, their “crimes” are so subtle and covert that they cannot be designated as crimes."

               The Malignant Narcissist as described by M. Scott Peck in People of The Lie

My very first post on House of Mirrors was The Malignant Narcissist: Death Personified. I will never waver from this belief: that everything that characterizes the malignant narcissist is about killing life. I recognize that at the heart of my malignant narcissist mother, malignant narcissist sister and any other malignant narcissist lives a murderous criminal. One who is fully conscious that their deeds are morally repugnant, but choose to do them anyway.

The malignant narcissist is well aware that a moral code of right and wrong exists – they just don’t believe it applies to them. They place themselves above the laws of universal morality, thereby justifying their crimes and making them exempt from judgement. Haven’t you heard? Malignant Narcissists are superior beings, and as superiors beings they don’t follow any rules; they write their own and the inevitable result is corruption. The malignant narcissist’s "amoral" code is based on sucking in every single human resource toward them and blocking it all from you. The malignant narcissist’s morality is based on positioning themselves as gods that deserve it all, and placing you beneath them as a big fat zero who deserves nothing.

Nice, huh? What do you expect from a mentally deranged creature with a retarded conscience and lack of empathy? MALIGNANT NARCISSISTS ARE MORALLY INSANE. In their lying eyes ......

Please read the entire post by clicking this link;

http://house-of-mirrors.blogspot.com/2013/04/malignant-narcissists-are-homicidal_24.html

In The Forest I Can Still See, Believe And Know

I will not 'Spook,'
I want to 'Show,'
to heal and to be whole.

The Truth of Circumstance,

can be a Wild Romance with Ones Life,

I embrace myself to know,

Reason delivers Peace!!

I search my Mind to find,

a relief in the challenge,

to Do, to Produce, to See,

this nightmare will not become me,

but benefit my Destiny.

The Impossible is the Possible,

waiting to Happen.

I hold my thought in this Idea,

I don't want to only survive my situation,

I would like to Thrive in my life,

be an example!!

Too Try

To embrace life as it has been presented,

allows me to decide before I die,

to be Conscious,

to make a Choice to Chose,

to not just be Alive but hug this Life.

The Wonder of Ability,

is to say;

"We are Able!!"

In times when or where Trouble befriends our Lives,

I find my gain is learning,

how I would like to be,

by seeing what I don't want to be.

Knowledge is an Intellectual dream,

I stream.

I love to listen to the Inner Me,

it makes it so the Words that you Speak,

I can hear, I can contemplate your Idea,

so that your thought remains unique,

beautiful and enlightening.

An Independent Thinker,

questions with the answers as they go!!

I enjoy the Idea,

that there is a road,

a journey to embark upon,

a quest to experience,

a mission to complete.

On this or in the Midst-of,

some are on a dirt path,

some have paved this road,

concreted as they go,

some have been broken down,

into rubble or the dust below.

Either Way we build a Foundation,

a sort of Girth for our self,

a path that becomes or can become,

our Strength, our Love, our Wisdom, our Joy, our Peace,

to Know, too Continue.

I Row

My motor is within me,

my thoughts are not a sin,

I know I have been before,

I am confident I will be again.

I See, I Can, I Am,

learning how to attain my goal,

to be free of the strife surrounding my life.

We all begin Somewhere, Somehow, Someplace

Life seems a Maze,

more often than not,

I feel dazed by the pace,

it seems a race.

I wait and patiently say,

it is an adventure,

on any Given Day the random event,

introduces sent,

there are many roads to roam.

You are Amazing should you chose to be,

you are unique to me,

your thoughts inspire my imaginative dream,

your originality is sublime.

I believe in everything,

I believe we are not a mistake,

I believe we are not here to take but to give,

to receive an education on how to Live,

with ourselves, with one another.

The Mystery of "I've been,"

a past life surely cannot be a sin,

to speak of memories,

I think it's neat!!

It is as if 'We' are our own personal 'Keep,'

a structure providing the design of more than a store,

but a reason to be,

a Value, a Measure, a Wealth, a Strength to Humanity,

we can heal, we can become well, we can be an asset,

not a bill.

A way to say that we will be again,

because we have been,

the song of incarnations,

sings to me.

Freely,

I Continue,

how 'bout You?

"The Day is Now"

Liquid will separate,

just like Oil and Vinegar.

Time to grow up! 

We may go wrong.

no more dressing,

strip off the gauze and let the healing begin.

Me and You will not play with life and death.

No more cat and mouse.

Dogs, Horses and People,

all good beings equals wisdom.

Action!!

Life equals the beginning of a Time, a Place, a Space,

and all I see that is good in my minds eye,
 equals celebration.

Happiness forever and a day,

the day is new!!

The Support of Truth Posted on Facebook

Thank you Gordon, your support means more than you could know.

Gordon Stafford posted to Karen A. Placek via my Facebook Page.  
I've started reading your blogs and I believe you. I saw many financial statements and was privy to everything. Of course all the money was ill gotten, no one even had jobs. The trick was keeping the phony church income to about a million a year, almost all profit. The Brady kids never rode and Polo in the Park was straight to the pocket. Staying under the radar and claiming the entire operation a church was clever, would you believe they only needed one arm's length member. I forget his name, but tell me he isn't a wierdo. Tal y Tara lost money but was a front for donations. I know, I opened the mail, plus helped hustle the patrons. A standard hustle was 500 bux and people actually thought they were helping the poor. We brought in a bus load from Oakland and got 5 grand ons day. We sure ate well, beautiful salmon being a regular item at a table of ten and only I worked that day.

• Gordon Stafford Gosh, I wrote this back in November and am re - reading it. Yes, every word is true, and so much more, it is shocking what I know. One part of me doesn't like displaying family laundry or dis respecting Melba Meakin and the Meakins, my son's grandparents. But if Karen can get some solace or closure, I will tell the truth about these monstrous people. There are so many nasty people in the world, why would I pick on my inlaws? However, they really have a shocking amount of evil going on and enjoy hurting people for a sport. If I hadn't seen it first hand, I wouldn't believe it. They seem to embrace Satin

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  The Secret of the Universe is Choice. Thank you for speaking, I really appreciate what you have shared. If you wish to share anything further it will be welcomed and greatly appreciated. Thank you again, Karen

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