What, you ask, is the question? I cannot say a few simple words that can describe the question that everyone asks. It is not the same for everyone, but the the answer is still searched for the same in the heart of every man. If you can find the answer to this question, you will know your very self. This is the riddle of life. May you find peace of mind knowing that the journey is the answer you seek.
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You may think this is an unusual title, but for the man behind these words, it is a new adventure. As some of you know, I like to live life and because of opportunity that came my way I will soon start crabbing in the Gulf of Mexico, a far cry from the fields of corn my eyes have seen for so many years. Maybe I will write more about the experience. I just wanted to tell you that change is nessesary for life to continue, so why not try to steer it the direction you want. In life we all reach a fork in the road and we must think about the direction our lives are headed, and then choose.
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Words are magical, we never fully understand how they will effect someone. each word is filled with different visions and memories that give a slightly different image. It is for this very reason I believe that my writing can reach someone in their time of need. I write with my mind filled with thoughts. I try to chose words the best way I can. Sometimes that means my writings are hard to understand for the masses. On the other side they usually reach someone as truth, it is they who the message was for, not everyone else.
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We all suffer from unknown forces of memories. These memories, although forgotten, may affect the way we respond to future events. So often as a parent we look at what our children do and try to change those actions and never try to understand what made the action a choice that seemed right, in the mind of the person making it. These memories I will refer to as seeds. These seeds may be planted in ones mind without consent. Later they begins to grow and become a part of an individuals personality without consent of the person. It takes a wise person to identity the vine (that which leads up to the action) from the flower (the action itself) and trace it to the root ( the very cause of the problem). Once this root is identified it seems that the knowledge of that alone begins to kill the very root of the actions that manifested those unwanted actions. It is the job of the teacher/parent to seek out these “seeds” in our students/children and root them out so that society can be healthy. We must all be aware of those seeds that infect our mental garden and root them out…Happy gardening.
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Ever had a dream that was so real, it stayed with you all day? I had one such dream this morning and cannot forget it, so I thought I would put it out there for all of you.
It was nighttime, clear skies, stars bright, and my brother and I was looking up at this triangular dark spot moving in the sky. When it passed through the sky, the stars that it should have blocked seem to act as if they were never blocked, but you could tell something passed because it was like moving a glass passed something, ever slightly would the stars move like air moves the grass. I tried to get my Father to see the object in the sky, but he could not see it. I knew what it was immediately but had never seen it in action, it was a stealth in full stealth mode.
Seconds later we, I’m not sure who all was in the building, we hiding from somebody or some group of people, a man sitting in a chair, He is one of them, military, cheeks are “bruised” bleeding, he is out of breath, sick, an off look about him, he appears distraught. I look at him and with compassing I said, “ its viral, isn’t it?” He answered “Yes”.
The dream is still fuzzy in by mind, I am questioning which took place first, but the vividness of the man, the question I asked and the Stealth flying over me are as real as my memories of Talking with my brother today.
