We have to get over our obstacles. The biggest for me is interference. Identifying all of the issues, the list is small, but these circumstances are large; powerful. So, I guess God will keep carrying me over them. Making something of my life has been a huge challenge. One that is going to effect all of humanity. Some say I should retire, but putting something into life gives me a quality. A quality I have decided to keep until I can no longer exist.
Who Am I, an album from the 60’s by Petunia Clark. One day I started realizing. We are reproduced, so, Who Am I? Coming from a violent childhood, it’s been quite a trip. Always, I am thankful for all of the self-help that is available. For all of the steps education has taught us to take. Which has gotten me to where I am at with it all today. Who I am? Once I get the answers, my puzzle will be complete…
Goal setting; mine are going ok. I work at them, make some progress, and disability creeps back in. Then, feeling down, I pick myself back up. Getting back to it, use to take years, now it just takes a day or so. The interference is my limitations. Destroying some of my product, but I am still seeing some development. So, it’s worth it to keep trying. PS: if I was doing it for money, I wouldn’t be able to make it happen.
Sharing this today, the full brunt of the experience has hit. Employing my mental faculty never pays off with the incessant. My voice, at times, literally has their tongue in it. The Tower of The Tongues in the Bible has a deeper meaning. It manifest’s from the sub-conscious. It is a part of their quelling people. And, the purjuring they do for illegal gains. The roots of this in my life is stemming from domestic violence and the family court. Sad part is he had won. The progress, he has started his twenty-second year in a State Prison. Yes, he made legal entry into the USA, by way of marriage; with a little girl. He was separated with-in six months and looking to take her house. Be aware! They force in the sub-conscious and prowl around the cities and towns for the vulnerable.
Also known as a blood stone. I found this to be quite interesting (as I would). So, I did my research. The blood-red appearance is from iron. The crystal being jasper. And, the spiritual people who are into the chi, use it as a resource for grounding. Some others use it to ward off negative energy (blood shed written in stone). I am coming to realize, my thinking of it as some kind of primitive blood preserved in a stone, wasn’t so far off. Further more, there is the blood oranges. Which aren’t so far from the blood sausage. How bloody!
PS: Happy Easter!
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“Come in.”, Luci, said to the detective. “How have you been?”, the detective, asked. “Always been this way.”, Luci, replied and smiled. “Well, I think this will clear things up for you.”, the detective, replied. “We have found your mother’s body in an abandoned cabin in the woods.” “She had been shot in the head, her body left.” “She also had the bag of money from the bank robbery.” “We know it was your dad that shot her ten years ago.” “He left the gun sitting on her lap.” “We suspect she tried to run off with the money.” “We are sorry for your loss, Luci.” “Is there anything you would like to say?”, the detective, consoled. Luci, sitting a little stunned, said, “This is such a relief.” “All of my suspicions have been laid to rest.”, she, while coming to, concluded. “You can claim your mothers remains and make funeral arrangements, or we can bury her?”, the detective, asked. Luci, deciding to wash her hands of trouble, said, “you can deal with her, I’ve had enough.”. After Luci shut the door behind the detective, she thought, all from seeing The Detective in the coffee shop.
Lucy with her thoughts: I am at a bottom. The way I feel is probably against the law. Violence, I hate it. If I could kill it I would. I can’t relax, I can’t enjoy anything! And, you my dad, can go to hell from your grave. I know you can hear me! No more fresh flowers, smell your stench! Then, the phone rang. “Hello”, Luci answered, her voice shook up. “Luci, this is Detective Brotzman, I have some news for you.” “Is it ok if we come to talk?”, the detective, asked. “Sure, I’m not going anywhere.”, Luci, said with some sarcasm in her voice.
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“Luci, long time no see.”, the bar tender, said. “Having the usual?”, he, asked. ” “Yes, please.”, she responded. “Just thought I’d come in and take a look around for old time sake.”, she, conversed. She thought to herself, this place is still the same; exactly. Here comes Lou. “Hey, Luci, how ya bin?”, Lou, greeted. “Fine”, she, said, and gave a smile. She thought, what am I doing here? My dad probably would of had two by now; then, she decided to leave. “Well guys, I have to go.”, thanks, she said to Bill. “Bye Lou, I can’t stay here.”, she left her beer, hurrying out the door.
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Lucy was waiting for the detective to answer his phone. “Detective Brotzman”, he answered. “Hi, this is Luci Monroe.”, she, responded. “How can I help you Luci?”, he, asked. “I remembered my dad saying that my mother and my uncle Will were up to something, ganing up on him.”, “Now, I am thinking they stole his bank heist money, and left him hanging.”. “It’s all of this stuff that has kept me up at night.”, Luci, finished. The Detective thought for a moment. Then, he said, “We are searching, and making some calls.”, “I’m sure we’ll find something.”, “Thanks for the call.”, “We will be looking into this further.”, the Detective, let her know. “Oh, one thing we did find, none of the bank money has ever been spent.”, “It’s still out there some where.”, he, finished. The conversation ended. Deciding to go where her and her dad had often went, she grabbed her purse and left.
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Ugh, the phone. After composing herself, Luci answered, “Hello”. “Hello, is Miss Luci Monroe home?”, a woman, asked. “Yes, I am Luci.”, she answered. “Hi, I am Mrs. Jankson, from International Express Board.” “You applied for the position we have available in the communications office.” “We would like to have you come in for an interview.”, she, talked with Luci. “This is great.”, Luci said, in excitement. “Can you come in Thursday morning for 10:00 am?”, Mrs. Jankson, asked. “I will be there.”, Luci, answered. “Ok, we will see you then.” “Good bye”, said, Miss Monroe.” “Good bye”, Luci, said, and hung up the phone. Yes, this is positive. Hopefully, some luck will finally be on my side. Lucy had thought. Then, she remembered.
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