Self-inflicted (cancer): Promulgated
Worry & Fear!
(Can I be
wrong---each & every time?---Hmm!...I wonder!?)
I
am a simple creature; I confess such
transgression. Not sophisticated. Not “genius”.
My
beliefs (and, intent-purpose life-practice) are designedly simple.
My
sacred mantra: Faith! Family! Freedom! encapsulates my life-focus: Truth! Love! Honor!
No
one needs to challenge my conclusions; I do that unmercifully; if they fail, I
change.
Always negotiate from
strength! Compromise is not the art of diplomacy; it is a display of weakness. If one is “right” in their endeavors
through life in time and space, there can be no reason to relent in the pursuit
of Truth! Love! Honor! No repentance
is necessary within: Truth!
So?
Those evil twin step-sisters “Worry & Fear” are a self-inflicted cancer by “choice”; no one and no circumstance
can achieve these faux-conclusions---save…one’s own self!
Now!
Mr. Genius, how can such tripe be
valid in a world and life full of misery?
…And, the Truth
shall set you free!
Everything really is---simple! Objective knowledge wins.
Knowledge born of Truth
is Supreme! Truth! triumphs any
flawed knowledge. Tell the Truth!
So?
Go right ahead and conjure-up any horrendous
conclusion over any issue: Worry & Fear!
And,
when the deed is complete, after the dust settles, when the Truth prevails, all those evil thoughts from your purposely defective conclusions
vaporize in the very fading of the evil-lie.
Make
it up as you plod along; Truth stands
alone---stately tall…like the exemplar Independent-Individual! Would you rather
deceive yourself? Be popular rather than right?
Well!
Only You get to make that choice;
once you do---live with it…if you can.
Got
issues? Problems? Want to know the cause
and the solution? Get a mirror to
see---You!
I
sincerely wish you: Love! & Peace! But---the choice…belongs only to you! Amen!
Plus:
Day 229
Bapa’s Christmas
Plays &
Plays for Mom’s
birthdays
“They”
say kids learn 140,000 words by age 5; even I managed to garner a few, mysef.
With
this penchant for writing, I put the “hobby” to good use; I write poems and
prose and plays and sonnets and such for the people I love in this life; learn
a few couplets and it’s easy.
At
age eighteen, Lady Candice Leah offered me her year book for my
“words-of-wisdom”.
I
drew an outline of my hand on a page and wrote some deep thoughts for her
consideration.
(This
“work” appears in my book: Golden 50th
Anniversary.) Available on Amazon books.
In
college, I formally decided to write a novel which I had considered doing in
high school but found too many easy distractions to pursue. Finally, one day, I
took up pencil and paper.
So?
To personalize my efforts of stringing myriad words into sentences, paragraphs
and tomes, I took to expressing my Love
in rhyme-time presentations to the recipient.
My
writing reflects my passion for life and love; in plays, each of the kids has
an integral part.
Lovely
Lady Candice found a BBC television presentation about some medieval
(circa-1154) monks inhabiting Shrewsbury abbey in ole England with the main
character Cadfael. Now, I may have
lived in another time and place (some wish that I did so---now!) but I doubt
it. Still!?
Ole
Cadfael sure enough holds my values and exhibits virtues I’d surely like to
claim!?
On
one of the recent Lady Candy’s birthday-celebrations, I wrote a play (in the
Cadfael venue.)
Most
of my Christmas offerings are done in rhyme-fashion, also.
Each
of my Loves receives the Iambic-pentameter treatment including
Mother Nature and the Diety; Life is
grand, exciting, lovely, adventurous, fun---and, mostly…for living enjoyment.
I
sure enough did my part to bring the delight to any who caught my fancy.
Anyway,
if nothing else, “artistic-license” lets me get away with a modicum of---“talent?” Not to
mention---mayhem!?...when you’re crazy
you can get away with “almost” anything!? Amen!
Let the
writing---begin and…continue! Forever! Amen!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Rhyme-tyme” Memories!
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