PERSPECTIVE

PERCPECTIVE

WEEK 4 OF THE WEEKLY BLOG.

It is a little-known fact the world is round! Back in 1492 however, it was the perspective of everyone that the world was flat as the Kansas planes are today!

One man, Christopher Columbus said and I am paraphrasing here “Nope, the world is round and I’m gonna prove it by sailing in that direction and I should wind up in Asia.

As we all know he was right the world was round but instead of finding a direct water route to Asia he found “The New World”. He found a world uncompromised. A land untamed,wild, and free. He found a whole new world to discover and the possibilities were endless.

Fast forward a few hundred years to Abraham Lincoln. From his perspective, all men should be equal. Not judged and treated differently  by the color of their skin. He fought and as one of the greatest men in history he did the unthinkable! He freed the slaves! he was a visionary that none of us will ever forget. Good Ol’ “Honest Abe” changed history and our lives forever.

Continuing on about a 100 years late to Martin  Luther King Jr. His famous line ” I have a dream”Still resonates throughout the world some 50 years later! He had no preconceived notions or misconceptions about the freedoms we all share today. He knew even though Abraham Lincoln freed all men! They were not yet, equals! Martin Luther King Jr changed all of that with his voice and actions.

It is my perspective that without these men and their different perspectives on the world. It would look far different today! I shudder to think of it! We need to brave the elements like Columbus did. We need to affect change like Abraham Lincoln did. We need to be heard like Martin Luther King Jr did.

All these men had one thing in common they changed others perspectives on the world. That is what made them great!

I know I could never be among the ranks to the likes of these men, but I am damned sure willing to try…

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A VOICE THROUGH TIME

VOICE

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I just want to say before I begin today’s post I cannot stand THE VOICE! On the other hand, my very manly husband love’s it, though. I is just a repeat of the very same thing year after year, just different players in this particular game. That is why after about 4 seasons I couldn’t watch AMERICAN IDOL anymore.

I couldn’t think of anything else so I am just going to make a top 10 list of people throughout history that had a voice and used it well. Not a singing voice but a voice that resonates throughout history! Even today! And a quote from each…

  1. Abraham Lincoln-NEARLY ALL MEN CAN STAND ADVERSITY, BUT IF YOU WANT TO TEST A MAN’S CHARACTER, GIVE HIM POWER.
  2. Martin Luther king Jr- I HAVE DECIDED TO STICK WITH LOVE. HATE IS TOO GREAT A BURDEN TO BEAR.
  3. John F Kennedy- AS WE EXPRESS OUR GRATITUDE, WE MUST NEVER FORGET THAT THE HIGHEST APPRECIATION IS NOT TO UTTER WORDS, BUT TO LIVE BY THEM
  4. Joan of Arc- ONE LIFE IS ALL WE HAVE AND WE LIVE IT AS WE BELIEVE IN LIVING IT. BUT TO SACRIFICE WHAT YOU ARE AND TO LIVE WITHOUT BELIEF, THAT IS A FATE MORE TERRIBLE THAN DYING.
  5. Winston Churchill- SUCCESS IS NOT FINAL, FAILURE IS NOT FATAL: IT IS THE COURAGE THAT COUNTS.
  6. Mother Teresa- I HAVE FOUND THE PARADOX, THAT IF YOU LOVE UNTIL IT HURTS, THERE CAN BE NO MORE HURT, ONLY MORE LOVE.
  7. Nelson Mandela- EDUCATION IS THE MOST POWERFUL WEAPON WHICH YOU CAN USE TO CHANGE THE WORLD. 
  8. Amelia Earhart- THE MOST DIFFICULT THING IS THE DECISION TO ACT, THE REST IS MERELY TENACITY. THE FEARS ARE PAPER TIGERS. YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU DECIDE TO DO. YOU CAN ACT TO CHANGE AND CONTROL YOUR LIFE; AND THE PROCEDURE, THE PROCESS IS ITS OWN REWARD.
  9. Moses- SEE, I HAVE SET BEFORE YOU THIS DAY LIFE IS GOOD, DEATH AND EVIL… I HAVE SET BEFORE YOU LIFE AND DEATH, BLESSING AND A CURSE THEREFORE CHOOSE LIFE.
  10. Last but not least and should always be number one JESUS-FOR GOD SO LOVE THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY SON, THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHOULD NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE….

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MONSTERS AND GHOSTS

My young son said to me this morning while we were waiting in my car for the bus “Mommy there is no such thing as Monsters, but Ghosts are real.”

Caught off guard by this out of the blue statement I said, “Your right Monsters aren’t real but why do you think Ghosts are?” He looked me right in the eyes and reminded me of a time right after the “Branson incident” which is another blog called “AFRAID OF THE DARK”. That in fact, he remembered one incident with his toys! They were going off bells, whistles, even the music playing even after I had taken all the batteries out! It was in the middle of the night and he kept telling someone he didn’t want to play right now. He needed to sleep. This incident convinced me that something or someone had followed us from the whole Branson thing. I am still to this day convinced they were there to protect my son. It felt like the same fearful presence I felt in Branson. (A mother’s fear for her child).

Today I didn’t know what to say to him to comfort him. It is over 6 years later and for him to describe in detail things I have forgotten it must have been traumatic for him. I did the only thing I could possibly do in this moment. I hugged him, gave him a kiss on the cheek, told him I loved him and put his 9-year-old butt on the bus.

I got back to the house and his words just kept running through my mind. “Monsters aren’t real but Ghosts are” It just kept repeating over and over in my head in his serious tone until I knew the only thing I could do was write about it!

First of all, he is my innocent boy and I don’t have the heart to shatter that innocence with the fact that monsters are very real! We see them on television all the time. Now I’m not talking about the fictional characters you see on movies or tv shows like Dracula, or the Boogeyman. I am talking about the news where yet another man was gunned down in the streets simply because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or the mother that killed her baby just because it was crying too loud. Or, devastation, one country reeks on the other. Just because of their religion.

As an American Citizen, I guess I don’t get this last one at all because I grew up in a land that was founded by people running from religious persecution. They  wanted to blaze their own trail and have the freedom to believe what they want. And so it goes some 250 years later we still have the freedom any the right to believe what we want, worship as we please and yet we are still persecuted for it.

Now even in our own country! When did we forget how this country began, when did we forget our true reasons our ancestors , fought for our freedom. Where we came from?

There is so much fighting in the world that I cannot even think of showing my son the news! There are so many monsters in it now that I lay awake at night terrified for my children. What future do they have if everyone is so hell bent on killing one another! I can only pray there is a special place in hell reserved for those people. So please protect your kids and our future.

As for Ghosts, I know they are real too. I have had way too many paranormal experience in my life not to believe in them. This one scripture from the Bible always makes me think of our souls lingering long after we have turned to dust. It is in Revelations about the end of days. If you haven’t read Revelations it is still to this day the scariest book I have ever read. It is what the end of days will be for all of us. No one will escape “JUDGEMENT DAY”!

That one scripture says “THE DEAD WILL RISE FROM THE GRAVE” Which means to me that there are souls that haven’t moved on their souls waiting, their judgement and maybe sometimes we can either see then or feel their presence. This is my belief and I don’t judge others because their beliefs are different! I embrace their differences!

I feel it is God’s way of letting me have an open heart and mind. In the end, it all comes down to no matter what religion you are we all believe in something more than ourselves. Whether his name is God, Alpha, Jehovah, or whatever there is still one being we believe in. His origins may be varied. It is still a higher power than anything we mere mortals can fathom.

I have faith in my God that he will one day end these wars, end our suffering, shut these monsters down for good and finally let the ghosts rest. We will finally be at peace. Until then let’s try and make the most out of the life he gave us.

Get those monsters out from under or beds. Stop running from ghosts of other’s and our own. Take a stand with words instead of guns! They are way more powerful and just love one another until there are no more monsters, no more ghosts just us and our future!                                                             Our Children!

 

 

CONCEAL AND CARRY

CONCEAL

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I jog down to the river as I do every morning. The brisk cold and the rain that fell the night before has caused a foggy mist so thick it’s like trying to walk through soup. My iPod attached to my  shorts that match my running shoes.

There is no music today as I pretend to be singing even though my mind is racing. I finally come to my favorite tree with the iron bench close by. I sit on the bench and heave a long soul-shuddering breath. As I lean down head between my legs gulping in air that is now filling my lungs. Sweat trickles down my forehead and rolls down my pinkened cheeks then continues down in between my breasts through the hot pink tank I am wearing

No one is around and as my heart rate finally begins to slow back to normal. I am now feeling the 5 miles I have just ran. The fog has now thickened to where I can barely see a foot in front of me. Which makes it perfect for what I am here to do. The river bank is just beyond that tree and I rise up to collect the gun now wedged in between my panties and shorts. I fish it out and take one last long look at it before I edge closer to the river until it comes into view through the soupy darkness.

I look around before tossing the gun in and watch as it sinks like a rock below the surface of the inky blackness of the water before fully disappearing. A sigh of relief hits me and I am so glad I thought of the river to CONCEAL this particular weapon. No one will ever know that I did it! I did it, I killed my husband! After years of abuse and torture, I am finally free of him and his tyrannical ways.

People had been talking behind her back for years about his cheating ways! Ha! Ha! She would have the last laugh now! They will all just think he ran off with one of his many mistresses. Instead of fertilizing her prize-winning roses in the backyard.

It is nearing 6am there is no sun yet but she can feel it coming up over the horizon. With it, a smile approaches her face and for the first time in 15 years, she feels hopeful for her future. As she begins to jog back toward the house her smile widens even more.

Time to dispose of the body Ha! Ha! ha! Ha!

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FRIVOLOUS

FRIVOLOUS

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It’s a frivolous thing. This thing we call life because in the end. We will all end up the same, with our death. Our views, our hearts, our minds, will no longer matter. Once our bones have turned to dust.

We only live on through those we left behind,  the things we  etched in books, photos, and  loved ones heart’s. That is why it is important to make our mark. make your stamp and make everyone sit up and notice. Make them see that you are more than just a photo out of time, a footnote at the bottom of the page. Be the whole book it’s your life, your book!

Don’t let your death be a frivolous one…

 

 

 

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EDGE

EDGE

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I am standing on the edge. The edge of the world and it is magnificent. I  stand here on this cliff and I feel as if I can touch the sky. I feel closer to God than I have ever felt. As I stand here nothing can touch me. The wind in my hair and the world at my feet. I stand here on the precipice of life. I love this moment and everything else in this world just falls away. I breathe deep the smell of the sea and the sky is amazing. Just being here on  this cliff is breathtaking.

I dive head first and as I am flying through the air I feel a freedom I have never felt before. I can’t stop smiling I am a magical bird flying through the air. All too quickly my flight has ended and I hit the water. I immediately feel the cold crisp water welcomes me into its fluid arms. For one moment in time, the water and I are one. I break the surface and an explosion of laughter bursts from me. With the sun beating down the top of my head while the water cools me from the neck down. It’s as if the sun and the water are at war each one trying to please me in their own way. I  have never felt more alive than I do in  this moment.

I hear laughter and praise in the distance and I look toward the tiny beach where my friends have gathered since their plunge into the drink.My smile broadens as I begin to swim toward them and I know that this is the first time but not the last time I will be cliff diving. Man, I love living on the edge.

 

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FOOTSTEPS

FOOTSTEPS

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There are footsteps all around me as I toss and turn in bed I can hear them marching toward me as if they are going to war. I sit up and pop on the bedside lamp. Once again there is nothing. Nothing but me and my wild imagination running wild. I look at the clock on the table and see that it is almost 4am. As sleep eludes me once again I toss back the covers in a huff and my bare feet hit the cold floor in record time.

I sit for a moment taking in the room. There is nothing but the sound of my breathing the silence is deafening. I must be going crazy every night for the past week I have been hearing the same footsteps ever since my near death experience last Monday. I have seen things I can’t explain heard things that couldn’t possibly be. I reach for my medication that doesn’t seem to work and the glass of water I had sitting there. I sigh as I turn the glass upside down and realize it is empty.

I take the pills and the glass as I finally get off the bed and make my way down the long winding staircase to the kitchen. I flip on the light and its brightness blinds me temporarily. I get to the sink and refill my glass. I open the bottle and the pills spill out onto the counter. Now completely aggravated I  scoop the pills up and place them back in the bottle save for the two I need that I am praying will finally let me sleep.

After that wreck, I was in last Monday that totalled my beloved Jeep. In which I had to be cut out of with something they called the “Jaws of Life”. I haven’t been the same. I was lucky after a drunk driver ran a red light doing about 60 in a 30 I walked away with just a few scratches. All if this is hearsay as I don’t remember any of it. My first memory after I saw a pair of headlight barrelling toward me was waking up in the hospital. Ever since the moment, I woke up I have felt like I was being watched. There is a constant presence with me now It scares the hell out of me. What happened during this accident? I know I had died but somehow, something or someone brought me back.

Now I have a feeling as if I had cheated death somehow but there have been no answers forthcoming. Why am I still here? Who saved me? There are so many questions. It is completely understandable why I haven’t been sleeping. Now adding to the fact that it sounds like the devil himself is marching in my room every night to come and get me. A shiver runs through me as I take the pills and take  a long pull on the water.

I leave the bottle and put the glass in the sink. I hear a pitter-patter at the window over the sink and look out to see the weather man was right. It is now raining and as  I stare out at the drizzle in the darkness I am for the first time since the accident soothed. I switch off the light and make my way back up the stairs to the bed that calls to me. I can feel the pills start to take effect each step back to my room turning sluggish. I open the door and a strangled scream catches in my throat.

The window was swinging wide over my bed and there on the hardwood floor is muddy footprints. I rush to the window and close it as an ice cold chill races over my body. I look around the room but no one is here. I need help I whisper to myself while a lone tear tracks down my face. Now I am imagining real things in my room. I turn back to the footprints that are still there. I race to the door  I have to get out of here. Before I make my escape a deep voice booms out of the room. I stop and terrified to look but knowing I have to I slowly turn to find a man dressed in black. My eyes begin to water with unshed tears. A flash of memory hits me. I am transformed back to the accident where a lone black figure is standing over me and I know in this moment it is death here to collect my soul.

His voice pulls me out of the memory and back to the present. “I am death! You have escaped my clutches once before Abigail, but no one escapes death I am here to collect your soul”, he states as he reaches out a skeletal finger to grasp me. The scream I was holding back earlier now bubbles to the surface and I scream my last as he touches me. An ice like I have never felt rushes through my veins as it freezes my scream in my throat pain like I have never felt before staggers me. Then there is just blessed nothingness. All that’s left of me is the footsteps I left behind…

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