Living at the bottom is dark, and saddened, hopeless, and abandoned. Pain and sorrow are teemed with morbid reflection. Seemingly, to be all there is. It's where prayer is a welcomed solution; a refuge from wreckage.
With today being American Chop Suey Day, I have decided to share the Canadian Chop Suey recipe I was taught with you. Being taught to use left over roast beef gravy; I use bouilloux in my roast beef gravy for added flavour; then, plan the chop suey for the day after the roast beef dinner. Using your choice of beef steak, and some celery, onions, bean sprouts, soya sauce, and rice or pasta. Brown your steak on both sides, adding celery and onions, cooking until crisp and meat is done to your liking. Add the gravy, let warm up; then, add soya sauce (enough to darken the gravy), and bean sprouts. Cook another five minutes. Serve on a bed of rice or pasta of your choice. I really enjoy the angel hair pasta. It’s a fast dinner on a busy day! If you try this, I hope you enjoy it as much as I have… PS: Use a nice amount of celery along with onions – to taste the celery. PSS: canned gravy or pan gravy from browning the steak will work also.
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…
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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“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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“Is your uncle in this area?”, the detective asked. “No, he had moved after my dad’s arrest, and now he is dead.” “Died from his addictions.” “Him and my aunt.”, Luci, answered. After he finished adding the information to what she had previously told them at the front desk, he said, “I have enough to go on for now.” “We are going to scour the area where you found your mothers purse, and we are going to probe into some other areas.” “Do you have any question?”, he asked Luci. “No, I’m just hoping you can find some answers.”, she finished. “You should try a coffee across the street – they’re always busy and the coffee’s always fresh!”, the detective chuckled, after he said it. Luci thoughts started swirling. This detective really isn’t into the fact that most people are happier away from them. Then she smiled and said, “Thanks, I need a break!
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