WHAT CAN A MAN DO WITH MUSIC WHO IS NOT BENEVOLENT?
Above all else I wish to see one day when a lifetime of music, kindness, and love, helpfulness and generosity, will have the same eroding effect on the savage heart that water has on rocks.
WHAT CAN A MAN DO WITH MUSIC WHO IS NOT BENEVOLENT?
Above all else I wish to see one day when a lifetime of music, kindness, and love, helpfulness and generosity, will have the same eroding effect on the savage heart that water has on rocks.
“I CARE NOT FOR A MAN’S RELIGION WHOSE NEIGHBOR AND DOG ARE NOT THE BETTER FOR IT.”
Let me be my word.
Singularly I have become my work, I am my work, and my work is me. I work on my work daily to keep truth with me. I proudly defend everything that I write about and I’m a living example to myself of my work almost all of the time. So I stand by my word and my word is my work, and I am loyal to my word and I will continue to be true to me. Who cares if I be? Me.
The performance of any ineffective, useless or lousy president is seen in my mind as an exterminator who is blowing bubbles in the air or swatting at flies when expected to eradicate a bug epidemic.
Again, to me there is no difference in importance between the job of working to hold the planet together, which is what most presidents pretend to do when in office, and working to hold a family together. Which is what most families on their own struggle to do.
Both jobs are important and require focus and attention. Because there can be no good world for me to live in if family needs are never met first, but continue to be ignored. What can I not make with all the cracked eggs in the world if they are all cracked the instant they are hatched? The answer is painfully obvious and plain to see.
So then if emphasis on the family unit. First on each single individual, and on those who collectively make up a family, at first does not take presidency over and given full attention and be nurtured into maturity for at least an allotted period of time in order to have a fair chance later in life to rise to an accepted standard of living, then all the harvesting benefits of the planet’s resources will remain insufficient and therefore continue to elude a deprived indigent one such as myself.
WHEN WILL OUR CONSCIENCE GROW SO TENDER THAT WE WILL ACT TO PREVENT HUMAN MISERY RATHER THAN AVENGE IT?
When a Judge hands a 17 year old kid an 80 year sentence in a federal prison, only a fool would think that’s an appropriate sentence, and a solution rather than a problem, to fixing the mind of any prisoner.
This child who was given away as an infant of one month old because of his young parents impoverished circumstances, and whose soul while in it’s tender stage of infancy yet has borne witness to the injustices and filth of this world.
It should be detrimental to the hearts of all mankind collectively to witness misery such as this.
But I am done asking the question “ what kind of sick monster would come up with such a cruel , sadistic , and excessive sentence as punishment.” Then I realized, the answer was already in the body of the question.
Here is my support by way of letter for any such victim. This sample letter can be changed to fit the circumstances, then sent to the Judge requesting leniency before sentencing. Good Luck!!!
(xyz address here)
(Wednesday, April Bla Bla Bla date here)
(Your name here) ID # _________________ (Your address here )
I am writing today to request leniency. I know there are those who would feel that I do not deserve any, but I would like to say that they do not know how I have improved since I was 17 (insert age here) years of age, and old enough to know better, but did not, and for this I am paying the price and regret the hurt I caused the innocent. I know now what I did was wrong, and it was a horrible mistake that I cannot take back although I would if I could. But to make amends I promise to start to think before I act upon my impulses so as to make the right decisions going forward. I am trying my best in every way I can to become a better person, so as to prove to myself, my loving parents, ( if you still have em) the folks I have wronged and every one else who still wish the best for me, if given another chance, I would make them proud of me.
I have recognized that my behavior in the past has been nothing short of reprehensive, The mind set I was having at the time was bad for me and I have since cut all ties with that kind of behavior and thinking. I have begun searching my soul in quiet moments for answers, which has helped me to deal with my abusive childhood as well as with my 2 previous problems with the law.
I am offered a full time job by my uncle Mr. ( name of sponsor here if applicable). once I am out of prison, in one of his local stores. Judge I tell you all of this to show that I am doing everything I can to be a positive contributor to society. and hope that you will take my growth into consideration and may offer some leniency.
I am thankful to you for reading my letter, and grateful for any consideration you may give to my request for leniency.
I recommend also the following:
Mrs.or MR.(Name here)
RE: Request for leniency.for inmate (NAME HERE) I.D .# _____________________________
I am writing to urge leniency in the sentencing of (name here) whom I have known since ( number of years here) when I moved to (address / state etc.here) . Please allow me to explain further. The first time I came into contact with him Mr.(place name here) was living at home with his loving parents Mr. & Mrs. ( names here if applicable). I noticed a charming, and gentle personality with an underlying quiet sadness in his demeanor. The subsequent contacts were similar in nature, but up to that point I had no reason to think there was a problem, although his mom drank alcohol daily and is an alcoholic, while his dad worked off and on, and money was tight, which caused most of the arguments between them at home. I soon became convinced there was reason for the sad expression when I saw him in his grandma’s backyard one day and asked out of curiosity why he was crying, and what he confessed to me made me cry also. He said today my dad returned my saxophone and cancelled all future lessons, and how he felt since he was really attached to his favorite instrument and was determined to master it one day and which he played every chance he got, he said his father also will cease to provide him transportation to and from his part time job and was afraid he’d be fired. That meeting allowed him to open up further to me and he explained more about his uncomfortable situation at home between his parents who eventually divorced which has affected him even further.
( Name of defendant here) found himself out of control at that tender age of ( age here) with no real source of guidance from his parents, He is aware of the gravity of his actions, and the time he has wasted, and the pain his actions has caused everyone , and truly regrets breaking his parents heart, and wishes nothing more than to make amends for his actions. His mom Mrs. (name of mom here if applicable) remains optimistic in his soon return home, but talks less these days about her only son Mr.(name of son here) because of the sadness his absence brings to her heart. Mr.(sons name here)meanwhile on the other hand is seeing his mom and (grandma if applicable) get up in age and swears he will do right by them both before it’s too late if given an opportunity to serve them. Please give him a chance to become a productive member of society.
Thank you for considering this request for leniency.
(the writers name here)
This Just In (part 1)
loops Dives And Somersaults.
I made two prior attempts to get into the prohibited area some months before to get a peek at what went on behind the scene but to do so had to get past this plump five foot seven or eight light complexioned clean shaven man with short nappy hair dressed in regular loose fitting short sleeve shirt and and bare headed, sitting in a high back unfinished wood chair at this plain three foot square unfinished desk. He was was looking down at his desk as if reading a letter that was in front of him or watching a monitor only there was no letter or monitor. As I made my first calculated decision before my attempt to get pass him I observed from a distance of about sixteen feet or so and I could see a clearing behind his chair where I imagined I could sneak pass without being seen to get get into the rooms that the wooden unfinished, if not pale , very pale, creamy faded, whitish, hallway let to. The first night I made my attempt to go back there I was prevented telepathically it seemed, because he never moved his head from the screen he was presumably looking at, but I got the message. The second night I attempted to get past him and into the rooms his area led to also failed for the same reason. The third night in succession I decided I’d had enough and will just boldly walk pass him, defiantly, and just walk past him and go right in, ignoring this guard. I soon realized that I underestimated the silent force of his imminent power to prevent me from going past him and entering the rooms in the two prior attempts. I was on my back in the spot I started from. I guess I was immediately thrown to the sixteen feet spot I started from, as I had no clue how I got there since I traveled backward so fast, I must have went sliding on my back head first on the ground.
I came to my senses thinking this probably is to educate me of my folly , because my head and body resonated from the rate at which the speed occurred, and the impact that force had on my senses as I lay on my back on the ground gathering my senses and recuperating from the jolt backward to the spot I initially started from. I was amazed by the force by which I was thrown backward. stunned by the sheer power and shaken by the “blam” of a high powered closing of electrical contacts and I laid there coming to grips with what had just transpired. I knew then that this was my last attempt to go past him.
As time went by I would find myself debating from time to time whether to leap into the air from this mountain side over looking an ocean of deep blue water, as I saw a clear opportunity to fly in the cool shiny blue sky. After several temptations and the initial fear subsided I finally conjured up the courage and reasoning and found the nerve to.
As I dove through the night sky I ventured higher and higher and lower and lower with each successful flight. I visited nearby places at first and as time went on I challenged myself to go higher and higher past the troposphere and into the stratosphere and beyond. I would soar around up there making loops dives and somersaults but quickly experienced loneliness and so realized that was not as much fun as diving into mountain sides barely missing them and scooping up after coming close to the ground. I was confident I could fly and enjoyed many nights of this. I seem to have grown bored of flying aimlessly in the night sky and settled for meditating on the most enjoyable and interesting sections of my flight.
This Just In. Part 2
When I was a child and hurt myself really badly, I would cry out loudly, some would say howling was more like it. while others called it bellowing, but the point is, I cried out loudly , with no concern for where I was or who was hearing me, I was not giving any attention to how ashamed I should be, like the time I somehow managed to get my finger caught between the sprocket and chain of my old bicycle wheel, when I was only twelve years old, and the sound I made caused the neighbors to inquire about my safety and what had happened, any criticism of my sound came from others who heard me cry out, whether it was out of pain or fear, or both, or what I imagined will follow the pain as the adults try to help me and I fought as hard as I could and resisted so strongly that sometimes it took several adults including my dad to keep me still while rubbing alcohol was poured on the open wound to “kill the germs” they would tell me.
Anyway, this is as close a comparison that pretty much describes the total state of abandonment of self that is experienced once in that indescribable place of utter beauty and contentment, and lived normalcy. whereas on arriving there all baggage and what not, at this point is gone, non existent. Because one enters a realm of which is made up of an absolute abandonment of ones self and former existence, which means there is no past to remember or think about, only present, in order to experience interaction with the people migrated to, and to bask in the beauty of the place and enjoyment of the closeness felt to everyone, or group. dressed in their casual clothes, no suits, just to immerse into a party like atmosphere, the natural pleasing mingling, and to enjoy the ambiance at all time. No night, nor day concerns, no thought of hunger, work, employment, no thirst either, no pain, no recognition of old friends nor favorite family member either, because everyone is instantly accessible, there is no need for history, reservations or appointments, a term called a loved one is not necessary to use, since everyone is love. This is not a place to amass wealth, or fame, or recognition of any sort, nor is it a place for justification, or righting wrong, or forgiving or pity or shame for that matter, shame and pity maybe, i don’t know for sure,but for a time only maybe, need less to worry about self consciousness either. No service to others, your service is your kind demeanor displayed toward others, but automatic attentiveness yes, as if waiting on a real calling, a meaning, a task to daily perform, endlessly. This play is transitional it seem.
There is always an engagement, an interaction with someone or group, occupied and entertained, all done automatically, absolutely no need for those sort of familiar concerns which are now too familiar elsewhere. This notion is understood and accepted and carried out although the transpired transformation is not recognized because there is nothing to compare it to, a thought not even given to a feeling such as if this is the only life ever known, and none had ever existed before, as if there was never a beginning only a now, compliments of the constant engaging beauty which is gravitated toward. No need for those thoughts, because the attention is focused on the engagement of the person gravitated to, friend at hand , the present interaction, and I mean present time, because at this point there is not a remembered past, only present beautiful mingling, interactive presence, in dim light as if under a shady tree but with no bright sunshine, dusk, starry night lite, a party atmosphere , or leading up to a party like feeling, not anxiety either, but with hundreds of people in the same place, and as an individual, finding and being in an entertaining ambiance.
Interaction mean no regard what so ever. I want to refer to this as a true replica of reality and what it is like once there, and where a dark suit is out of place, want proof? there are none seen on park benches. but to dress casual, loose fitting well fitting clothes, because there are plenty, those are the only ones I see, of course there are the veiled ones, but they are usually on a mission. and have to pay attention to where they are called along to as if sailing above ground, not walking, no feet to be seen, never saw a foot. Time for lounging, floating is their lounging, while they travel focusing moving in that air stream like current making sure they get where they are supposed to be going, they are leading, what I don’t know, their stare is straight ahead and constant, and not paying any attention to me, I am free to go do what ever I please once my mind gravitate toward it. The mind in it’s mystery what it thinks on will it, will go to.
But I have never seen anything like it before, as I wanted to see for myself as if sent to see, know or experience, as is naturally my nature, or was my nature when little, to be a bit on the curious side because of my innocence, and I was told by someone, perhaps a guide, perhaps I don’t know, who had escorted me to the place, standing at the left of me close behind , not to look at the form once my eyes are in the room, why? I asked, as I started to climb up the waal which had the appearance of an ordinary old wall there for centuries, but one made of what seem like melted cream colored candle wax, of softish consistency to the touch, I was told I guess telepathically by this guide, my guide, but could have been anyone, to enter the opening in the ten feet or so waal, but I could only see six feet of it, seem like the rest was hidden in clouds or something, but that was not my present concern, so I started up the waal, surprised and contented I could sink my toes in it for footing as I climbed, I had expected it to be a difficult climb but was pleasantly surprised. The wall was three feet thick and I discovered once I got to climbing, literally sinking my toes hands and chest into what seem like soft creamy color melted candle wax was easy and pleasing, and I made my way up entering into the three foot square hole where a window should have been,that was three feet thick as I lay on the candle like softness of the open hole and looked down and around the room, I did not see a floor, but only my head was in the room though by then, I suppose my eyes were attracted to a illuminated form to my lower left in the room, it was not glowing but had a soft still transparency like texture to it, and I remember thinking it looks, it has the appearance of, just like soft candle, as if I could take my hand and sink my fingers into it just as I would soft candle, and take a chunk out of it, it seem that giving. There was a soft glow to it, a glowing formation of a figure resembling the outline of a person a ten foot or more, but I could not see more than what I average to be ten or twelve feet in length, not at all to scale, but the rest seem to trail away into clouds at its feet, but blended in nicely and seem to go unnoticed. This 12 foot or so image made of the same essence that the wall was made of and the bed it was on, I thought the wall was part of its body also, like looking through a lighted cream color candle, almost transparent but not quite just a light affording a beige color glow which gave the transparency to the candle wax like walls which were less glowing but none the less glowed even though not with the same intensity. I was now looking into this room, this whose walls also glowed, and I saw from peripheral vision only, what looked like and I understood to be a ten foot softly glowing, figure, laying horizontally on what would normally be a bed, but what was a product of this entity also, I assume this is what I had come to see, and what my curiosity led me to, I was not afraid, fear did not cross my mind, but as a precaution thought of what my guide told me for a split second and the concern vanished as quickly as it came, and I felt bold. As a matter of fact I felt comfortable and looked at this figure but not fully just yet, but understood that no danger would come to me even if I looked, because I seem to feel just then and my senses understood somehow that the order to not look did not come from this entity to me but from one who feared, but still my senses did not allow me to stare, so I did not, but I saw a presence that emitted the same light that the bed , the waals, and itself did, emitted to produce creature comforts that formed at the same time and did not lag. Say It’s like honey and wax follow the bees or say dripping after a shower, a natural consequence of say having performed the act of getting wet, so things formed juustbe cause of its existence, there was no thought of it or need, it juust be. So I looked slowly at first expecting to see eyes but I did not see a face a head form yes, but not a traditional face, it was as if it reduced it’s glow so I could see it’s general outline, so in actuality I was looking at a minor form of the real head which normally would have a face if I wasn’t looking at it I guess.The size of the head form from side way was as big as a normal big head, no hair just glowing head as any head would look like if covered in a veil or a stocking, a shape looking like a head formed by the clouds or something jagged like that which illuminated to form a figure of a human head just the shape of the head no discernible features no ears eyes or nose, just outlined massive head attached to a like glowing body. I had seen enough of this and started to back my gaze away from the figure and started out the hole.
My senses told me and I attained an understanding and quiet confidence while I was there that I should not be mistaken because I was looking at the whole body if I looked at the feet, or shoulder, because they were part of the whole, so for this reason I figured it was safe only for me to look, because this understanding was given to me telepathically as a sign that I should look, so I looked, but did not stare and was not harmed. The light emitted or radiated such of itself that the horizontal bed it was on was resurrected from it, for it, and by it, and the wall I was laying on was also a product of it, I gathered then this powerful entity that will not even harm me that would encourage me to peek in to see it allowed me to get this far with its permission, and so saw I did, I also understood that I was not taking liberties but was invited to come see and know that the light was of it and was it at the same time, and that it came into being for it, in it, by it at the same time, no fuss, everything was it, of it, entirely it, formed because there was an action which went before. The walls were made of it, the horizontal bed was of it , and it was it, and softly glowing, approachable, power, soft yet fortified. The dwelling place could have been a castle, it had the aire of an ancient cream color castle, I did not see no castle then. The guide had remained on the outside, and witnessed I slid backward out the hole on my own power feet first, heels pointing toward the shy toes toward the ground until I was on its surface once more and unharmed. I told him I looked at it’s face but did not see a face only a head. He replied you saw what you saw and came to see. But as we walked away side by side him to my left I observed myself being behind myself and the guide who were walking together still side by side five or six feet distance ahead of me.
If this is not an example of unconditional love then I don’t know what is.
I arrived on foot at a bus stop at Briggs Chaney road and Georgia Ave in Silver Spring Maryland around 2:31 pm one afternoon, to catch the 2,45 to Briggs Chaney Plaza where my home was 3 minutes from the plaza. I noticed a young girl around the age of 26 sitting on the bench at the covered bus stop, Whom I’d never before seen. I did not say anything to her and she said nothing to me, she just sat there silently, minding her own business waiting for her bus to arrive, I standing, leaning against the supportive metal post of the bus stop that framed the doorway. We were both headed in the same general direction I suppose, and were both waiting on the same bus to arrive. I had my bus fare in hand, a couple of quarters a few dimes, but I decided to check the newspaper stand and a telephone booth slots which were all lined up in a row on the pavement next to the covered bus stop for loose change, simply out of habit, or nervousness, I don’t know which, one thing was certain though, money was sure tight. At the time.
I was struggling to get on my feet, I had just moved out of a relative’s house in Largo Maryland where I had been staying for 3 months till I got a job. It was in the middle of winter that I was lucky enough to find one, and although it took 2 buses to get to work I caught the 6 am to SW DC and used a transfer to board a 2nd one to NW. DC. where I worked at the Dept.Of Labor 3rd & D St. and ran or walked the remaining 1/4 mile or 5 minute rest of the way. I always arrived on time except for that one particular morning, it was snowing heavily and and the temperature fell well below freezing, the buses were running a bit slow and so I was fired at 7:05 am, the time when I arrived at work, and was told by supervisor Tedd Irby to punch out and go home for arriving 5 minutes late. So I was once again back on the bus returning home at 7: 30 am. Trying to keep in mind to pick up the days newspaper on my way in to start immediately looking for my next job. I had my back turned to her while I perused the slots for it’s loose change, when I returned to the bus stop I stood in the same spot I stood in before, leaning on my right shoulder and right leg with my left ankle crossed over my right one, there, just leaning against the post, gazing up the road in the direction the bus would travel and jingling the loose change in my hand deciding whether to continue waiting for the bus or to walk the 8 miles or so to my destination, and in that moment she said to me in her native language, “I work at the Hunan restaurant in the plaza up ahead”
I understood perfectly what she said and meant, because I too speak a little Spanish, but although I did, I somehow could not reply, I had difficulty speaking, due to a lump that instantly formed in my throat, and for a moment stood there smiling at the ground, thoughts running through my mind, confused, my emotions went scampering all over my body, and I just stood there, embarrassed, feeling like I’d been caught red handed stealing something, My emotions bounced from pitying myself to anger for my present financial circumstance to shame and then back to gratitude again toward this beautiful young lady for her kind gesture, and then right back to embarrassment for being caught. The bus arrived on time we both climbed aboard, me fighting my mind to think of something appropriate to say to her, something useful, and she just moving ahead quietly again minding her own business. I still felt too ashamed of myself to sit next to her and still could not find words to form what could have been a pleasant conversation under normal circumstances, so we were seated separately. We both got off the bus at the same time. I turned left and proceeded to go home, by this time fresh thoughts occupied my mind, and I forgot about the newspaper, still ignoring normal instincts and disappointed in my lot and asking myself why did I get fired from my last job? I believed my instincts and knew she had made a right turn as she got off the bus and turned in the direction of her job at the Human restaurant. That was the last time I saw this angelic Ambassadora.
Once again awakened and snatched from the slumber of the mundane by sweet music of the visiting Ambassadors of my time.
Once again awakened and snatched from the slumber of the mundane by sweet music of the visiting Ambassadors of my time. Please take heed, a realm that can never be caught by the lowly of heart or spirit, but I dare not stipulate by whom, less by indulging l am perverted. My job? I scour to find, but I instead discover a painted borrar. When because of this, forgetting is not enough. I close my eyes tightly to forget the seen, only to close once more to forget again, to be awakened and snatched from the recurrent slumber of the mundane by the sweet music of the visiting Ambassadors of my time.
“The test of police efficiency is the absence of crime and disorder, not the visible evidence of police action in dealing with it” What is like jamming a bicycle into a refrigerator.
Depending on what day I am rehashing what took place before my very eyes, between the traffic stop while vacationing in Florida USA in 2015 , the highway patrol, and I, could affect me differently. Compared to a traffic stop which occurred on the Pan Am Hwy between Caracas and Los Teques Venezuela in 1978 at 10: 30 pm. when I was DWI and pulled over by the HWY patrol officers for driving erratically and too slowly and was offered a ride in their squad vehicle and also an officer to pilot my vehicle of which I refused and insisted I drive my own vehicle explaining I needed to travel only a further 3 miles to my home, and I would be okay once I get off this narrow dark fog filled winding road, was given the option to drive my own vehicle when I insisted in doing so. The Command post was a mile ahead as the patrol car drove slowly ahead of me guiding me along the way through the dense fog as we wound our way on the narrow 2 lane road around the mountain side. I was detained in their HQ for half an hour or so and released when I explained I lived 2 miles up the road and pointed out to the sergeant that the most dangerous part of the HWY was already behind, and that I was perfectly capable of getting home safely. I arrived home in one piece some minutes later and that was the end of that. But considering the offense committed I could have been insulted ridiculed reprimanded or worse detained and or arrested. but was not, instead was treated with the the utmost civility and respect by the officers who stopped me and those at the command post. Now how is it that respect is shown in a situation such as this and the situation is dealt with in a genuinely civilized educated and respectful manner by officers who I am sure have had there share of chasing dangerous and hardened criminals, but who could remember to remain cool and act with civility when dealing with a situation such as this as opposed to flaring up and escalating a situation that could otherwise be resolved peacefully, and with shameful behavior instead. It really poses a problem for me to figure out, maybe it has something to do with the training they receive. That considerate encounter when compared to this pointless detention, makes me ask what is going on, am I to believe I am dealing with a different breed of animal here? This realization could be either amusing, entertaining, or looked at as just another low down act by law enforcement agents, but when all is said and done and the dust is settled, I still do not know the reason for the pull over, or separating me from my partner to speak with each of us separately. how rude is that? I am incapable of imagining what might be the correct reason, could it be suspicion, fear, or just maliciousness? anything could be a reason, the possibilities are endless, respect is lacking and I am bothered by the intrusion. On the other hand for all I know they simply could have been doing their job that day as well, which required them to stop my vehicle, and taking extra personal pride in executing their duties, proceeded to put us through this embarrassing ordeal which seem like punishment to me, but still I can’t be sure, I could have been under surveillance who knows. One thing is certain though, I was pulled over, and by that I mean, stopped, frisked, and my vehicle searched, and all this without any reasonable explanation by those who pulled me over as to why, except that my vehicle swerved in and out of traffic, and I looked nervous when stopped. Maybe my civil rights were violated as well, I don’t know. From whichever angle it is looked at by me a battle was won but a war was lost, So where does this action lead me psychologically? that shabby treatment of a decent law-abiding citizen such as myself who was simply returning to Texas from a pleasant 3 week vacation in Florida, and to be randomly targeted this way was deja vu, truth is, brings back to mind a similar incident of abuse which took place a couple years prior in late 1973.
My ship entered the Houston Harbor or was it the Galveston Harbor I don’t recall which of the two, I was aboard the Sovereign Crystal, an ocean going cargo vessel which I had picked up in Venezuela, on which I was a member of the 11 man crew in capacity as a wipper, as the called it. I will not spend any time describing conditions on board the ship because my mind was more focused on the dream ahead and my plans to fulfill them.
I was immediately summoned to my cabin by the Captain of the vessel who met me below in the engine room section of the ship, an area where I most frequently worked and was familiar with, to speak with a couple of agents above, who came aboard I was told, to find contraband drugs of some sort, of which I possessed none.
On my way up to my cabin I briefly attempted to walk over to pet a beautiful fully grown black and brownish furred German Shepherd dog I saw on the upper engine room floor, which had it’s attention drawn at the time to something on the ground it was sniffing about ten or twelve feet away from me to my far left, by this time but I quickly changed by mind when it was strongly suggested not to approach the animal for very convincing reasons, and so I decided against it.
My cabin door was open when I got there but thought little of it, I entered and saw three tall well dressed men in suits, one of the tall men told me to hand him the pants I was wearing, the other two fellas went about what appeared to be meticulously scrutinizing my few paltry belongings I had in the cabin. I handed over the short pants I had on and sat humbly on the edge of my unmade bunk bed and remember thinking to myself what is this commission all about?. I then politely asked what they were doing? as if it was not obvious enough to me, and one of the other two said “we are looking for drugs, and if we find any here in your cabin you will be put in our federal prison for thirty three years”.
I did not know what a “federal” prison was per say, a prison yes, but a “federal” one? What’s a “federal” one I humbly asked the kinder one of the three, he replied “don’t worry you’ll find out soon enough if any mariwanna is found here”.
As I sat there and watched the three tall fully grown men pouring over what ever few paltry belongings I had, it never crossed my mind that this greeting I received here today must go down in history as the worst, or if not the worst at least being in the ranking of one of the worst greetings ever bestowed upon any unsuspecting honest, decent law abiding visitor such as myself by a host of any country ever. Gooolly wizz Batman!!!
While in the mean time as if not to let me forget their threat, reminding me I will be put away in prison for 33 years if they found the slightest trace of mariwanna or any other illegal substances in my possession the threats sailed in and out of my ears since I hadn’t the slightest frigging clue what these tall well dressed men wanted with someone as helpless as myself, the embarrassment and shame I felt for these three poor crippled minded well dressed uncouth bullies, made me cringe in disbelief as I sat there.
This charade continued for several minutes, until finally they were all con-Vinced my cabin was clean of any drugs, and they started leaving the cabin silently walking behind each other toward the only narrow cabin exit door, all the while giving me the stink face as they passed by as if.
This necessary or unnecessary but disrespectful bullying practice seems to be old behavior, but still prevalent today I read, but in my case I think was unnecessary and definitely unwarranted, and after going through and conquering with determination and what some might call tenacity the hardships in my life up until that point, this attempt to erode what little confidence I had accumulated was most unwelcome, and could have been prevented with the proper training of these good zealous folks in the first place. Knowing human nature is what it is, such that if we are put in a position of authority over defenseless others at any point of our career, that we tend to get carried away by the power and eventually will abuse that power as was in this case, more serious attention should be given to this issue while future officers are still in training. It was not easy for me getting from that unsecured unsafe place of the past to where I am today, so I seriously find these kinds of actions most offensive and cowardly, an abuse of power to say the very least is just that abuse, and should not be tolerated. After all, the world is not made into a safer place automatically simply by suspecting, or trying to ruin a person’s confidence. I find such actions cowardly and despicable, especially when the motive or reasoning for acting hastily in the first place is founded entirely on someone’s assumptions and totally unwarranted.
Chad Aubrey Norcros Attorney At law Pushed Me Off A Cliff.
On one bright and sunny day in Spring I was supposedly standing at the edge of a cliff surveying the land on which I was about to build a beautiful house for my community when suddenly I felt a push from behind and I toppled head first over its edge. As I went free-falling towards what I knew was imminent death I looked up for a brief moment and saw my assailant, it was none other than my Attorney Mr. Chad Aubrey Norcros an individual whose services I had retained and to whom I paid a small fortune $1000. fee each month for eighteen consecutive months, for him to represent me in court in an attempt to save my three properties from foreclosure, a problem for me which started when BOA filed five years of my property taxes and mortgage payments into wrong accounts but whom did not show up in court on the day of the trial to represent me, because according to him he was ill, and as a result of his absence in court on that day, sadly I lost the case with prejudice and two of my three properties also, due to his misrepresentation.
I subsequently hired a reputable malpractice Attorney who was referred to me by another Attorney who was familiar with the case, ,and filed a law suit against Mr. Norcros. but the efforts we made to recoup damages were in vain because Mr.slick Norcros got wind of our intention when he was served a subpoena and immediately filed a chapter seven bankruptcy and left town.
But as luck would have it just in what seem like a split second, I was able to grapple on to a limb that was growing out of my posterior that Chad had planted there, and started scrambling to gain footing and slowly started moving upward to what I am hoping is safety, thus avoiding landing onto the rocks below.
Let’s put it this way, to me it sure felt as though Chad Aubrey Norcros Attorney at law pushed me off that cliff by ripping me off, because he has managed in his own evil, diabolic, twisted sick and perverted little mind, to destroy in a single moment, my efforts of a life time for a better future I had so painfully and methodically accumulated up to that point. May he rot in his own head.
A Letter To Venezuela, Sucursal Del Cielo, My Love, Don’t Fail Me Now.
Venezuela, because of the actions and widespread behavior, deeds, and attitude of your children, I come to know you, and because I was privileged to have seen first hand their kindness and love, understanding and generosity, I come to love you.
Your big heart and giving nature still does not allow you to keep all of your possessions. Because you have lived on your ideals and principles through love and giving of yourself wholeheartedly, while defending your liberties with strength and uniqueness.
This generational lema was recorded in the conscience of your people of old time, and not by mistake, but planted there on purpose, that it would grow in the hearts of your beautiful young minds, for them to relay to newer generations, and eventually the entire world.
May your much deserved Peace Tranquility and Prosperity hastily return to your loving nation. Viva Venezuela.
Venezuela, Sucursal Del Cielo.Debido a las acciones y comportamiento generalizado, actos y actitud de sus hijos, vengo a conocerte, y porque tuve el privilegio de haber visto de primera mano su bondad y amor, comprensión y generosidad, vengo a amarte.
Su gran corazón y dando carácter todavía no permite mantener todas sus posesiones. Porque han vivido en sus ideales y principios a través del amor y dando a sí mismo sin reservas, mientras que la defensa de sus libertades con fuerza y singularidad.
Este lema generacional fue grabado en la conciencia de la gente de los viejos tiempos y no por error, pero allí plantado a propósito, que crecería en los corazones de sus mentes jóvenes hermosas, relé a nuevas generaciones, y finalmente todo el mundo.
Mayo su tan había merecida paz tranquilidad y prosperidad precipitado volver a amar a su nación. Viva Venezuela.
Knowers & Noers
Knowers know, and noers no, but there are not enough knowers out there to go around. Knowers are helpful people, willing to share their knowledge, knowing it will benefit the hearer. Knowers know the name of that single ingredient present in bed bug powder to render it effective for killing bed bugs, that without that single ingredient I would be wasting money. they also say things like, in the event I am patching a gas container, which epoxy is impermeable to gasoline and which is not, and I should stay away from, otherwise the solvent will leak out the container.
I am impressed by helpful information, useless information slow me down. Noers are spoilers and are everywhere, that will get it wrong every time, noers may have the best of intentions, but the wrong idea.
One day as me and this noer were driving by a certain building in Largo Maryland, I asked one time what do they do in that building over there called The Lincoln Technical Institute. and he replied “they make cars there”.
Good gal almighty batman, how is a a newly arrived immigrant in the motherland to get ahead, I ask? with information like that I am better off sitting on my hands. till a knower comes along.
Reflection, Observance & Comprehension, A Letter to Albert V
Dear Albert, I know you will never see this letter, but in the rare chance that you someday do, I want to say thank you and also for you to know (and I am guessing here) even though you might think little if anything of it at all, that I appreciate the gesture.
I suddenly came to this realization through reflection, observance and comprehension, which has brought me to this point of awareness here today. to notice that you might have seen the mechanic in me,
My Computer (and what’s wrong with mine)
Very frustrating to say the least, a known source of anger, and nothing personal about my PC either. Pop ups cut me off online like a rogue in traffic, jostling to get in front only to sit there. Free clean up software is not free and does not clean up anything except my pocket book if I allow it. Couldn’t throw it out the window the city will be at my door instantly with a ticket, a ticket should be sent to the maker of this crap instead, oh well, there is always the garbage can.
Motherhood a roll of a life time of avoidance, I am not referring to being careful to avoid falling off a cliff, being bullied or bitten by a poisonous snake or anything like that, but a danger far greater.
I am well aware men are not held to the same standard as women in this regard. as women have a determination, vastly rooted in love. and they also have their own way with love, each with their own approach and form of expressing it to their offspring, especially the male species, but in the end conformed in acknowledgement and united in their level of commitment.
When Doctors Misdiagnose.
I introduce this segment with a detailed occurrence that transpired between myself and my own then primary doctor Dr. Barbara ******** (name omitted for obvious reasons) Practicing in Phoenix Arizona.
When a doctor misdiagnose a patient’s medical condition, their health is jeopardized, and an opportunity for a door to open up for a deluge of future ailments to enter, that could possibly lead that person on a road to decay.
During my residency in Phoenix Arizona cerca 2000. at which time I was being treated by Dr Barbara ********MD. who at the time had her practice in said city. I was prescribed the wrong medication by her for the treatment of my ailment, and in two occasions experienced adverse side effects.
The first one occurred one morning as I tried to get out of bed around 6:30 am to prepare for work, I experienced severe dizziness and could not, the paramedics were called and examined me. I later related to her the incident that had occurred after taking the medication she had prescribed for me and she suspended it immediately and new BP meds were prescribed for me on my next visit to her.
Since the beginning of time, all Women, and fathers too on the scene, but mainly women, inherited, so took on the full time commitment their ***“Main and colossal roll, (and therefore have known “their” secret of “the way” and did their utmost (knowingly or unknowingly) to fulfill this their mission with even clumsy efforts at times, and to coin a popular phrase “for your own good, and this will hurt me more than it will you” sort of bring to mind a certain familiarity with the episode that followed, and in that light taken, and in none other, which always or in most cases accompanied a scolding, (a beating at times) to emphasize their intention, to convey the meaning of their “only main roll,” which they have succeeded in accomplishing in many many cases, but alas, have failed in a few unfortunately, and understandably so) ***which was to Steer by inspiration and influence, their own children or a child’s thinking, mostly for their own sake, “away from that” path that might eventually leed to a date on Death Row.
Seamless Turning Earth, giving attention and notice to the inferior man.
I must say since I suddenly became aware, grateful, and begun to take notice, and was amazed and fascinated, by the smooth, silent seamless turning of the earth, while it still turns. Yet not making any audible sound that I can hear regardless of how closely I listen.
It’s unfathomable to me and I marvel how it remains so perfectly still, even while constantly turning, performing day in day out, so calmly, Exuding such respect, compassion and consideration even for me and my idle dreams and fears.
What is the name of this or that place?
A place a far cry from the too harch, brach, too bold, mighty, or elusive.
I woke up this morning glad to be alive. Having seen a place where beauty is in the fabric of it’s existance.
Where I seem to feel at home, comfortable, like I belong there or something. What is this! I never ask where am I, or the name of this beautiful place, but now I know it’s a privilage to have been there on account of it’s beauty and the state of contentment I experience.
Let me state this single fact, that while I am there I seem to be able to write and perform seemingly seemlessly it seem. Mostly enjoying a contented feeling athmosphere and beautiful normal acting people I see and meet.
Where that place is (hence the question) and called and situated I have never achieved to know while there.
There is none so blind as those who needed a cell phone way back when to see
The racial tention in the country that existed even before 1973
“A Constant Humming Silence Of Lack
“I Should Be Depressed But I’m Not”
I remember well, having been born in one of the poorest countries on this planet, being always financially poor, but was having a lot of fun though. From the time I was a child and running around my neighborhood in raggedy clothes and bare feet early 1950’s. I could not have survived had it not been for the assistance received from my young female friends and the help given by a kind and loving family member. (Not that the country had no money, resources, opportunities and the help that goes with that opportunity (as was pointed out to me by Mr. S Stallone during a brief conversation we once had) they were a plenty, but just none for me. The truth is I was not ever a member of anyone’s party, and so before 2006, I never owned 200 dollars in anybody’s bank at any one time, ever.
My parents at that point had done all they could but took an early exit from my life and future.