Autumn

The leaves have started to fall;
  it's ingrained into my mind,
  with thoughts of the beautiful yellows,
  oranges, and reds; then,
  the phantom who say's, "it's all
  created by God!".
The trees around me do not chrysalis into
  these beauties of colour,
  how I miss it's splendour;
  he is laughing:
  how I forget our falls nature... 

The end

Obstacles

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.

 

Goals

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.

 

Mental Faculty

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.

Heliotope

bloodstone - heliotropeAlso 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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The Detective – cont.

“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.

To be cont….

The Detective – cont.

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.

To be cont….

The Detective – cont.

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.

To be cont….

The Detective – cont.

This coffee is really fresh.  And, this homemade butter tart is so succulent.  After I am done, I’m going home for a nice hot bath, and a nap.  Thoughts keep swirling through my mind and I can’t shut it off.  Maybe I’ll try the prayer and meditation group that meets every Thursday night in my apartment complex.  It does bring relief from the cost-of- living aura.  Profiteering is what it is.  Hopefully, I’ll here something (hey, I can include all my life crap into my meditation), from the detective soon.  What’s his name again, Mr. Brent Brotzman.  Doesn’t sound flavourable on a spit!  (Luci smiled at her thoughts, and left to go home.

To be cont….

 

The Detective – cont.

“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!

To be cont….