October 2023

 October

 

Absent warning a shower is no longer comfort-warm rain

Yonder chill has come aboard the Autumnal Express train

 

Comfortably pleasant afternoon 70’s-temps offer Delights

Waning golden sun-shafts lesser-angle beacon Cool nights

 

Old Blue-earth-orb has slow-rotated ushering in fresh-crisp air

Palette subtle-hue change announces Future winter-freeze snare

 

Afore “snow”-Queen shadows black-grey daguerreotype in Beauty-white

Comes color wardrobe Royal-regal Yellow! Red! Gold! Stunning-sight

 

Wraith-ghosts! & Goblins! “Boo!” Candy-pirates bold! “Trick or Treat!”

Alabaster-pale full moon bare-limb silhouette cold-wind to sugar-sweet

 

Stirs Whisper-wind dry-raspy tossed-leaves in eternal-chase game-of-tag

Big yellow-lighted owl-eyes survey orange-black Happy Halloween jag

 

Jack Frost smart-brushed yesterday’s diminished foliage in crystal-ice

Steaming-tea hot mug cinnamon-stick fragrance spiked pumpkin-spice

 

Fall-larder piled in promise to deny cold-times with gourmet Delicious food-fare

Seasoned fire-wood cut, split and piled awaiting crackle-flame banked with care

 

Perchance! (a secret longing wish) “Friend” early-snow diamond-glisten land

One forever curious-kid to duck a flier, kiss a chance, absent any plan

 

Oh! Exceedingly Blessed! Saddle the grey! Mount! Adventure-bound!

Each varied-season Perfect for all who choose to find a fortune-crown

 

Once! Ice-storm blue-crystal sparkle-shine spider-web inspiring design

Myriad-photos in slide-trays awaiting utility portrayed in a book-align

 

Last Winter-cold long-ago succumbed; vanquished to a greening-Spring

Gentle shower sweet-rains encourage “new”-birth tally-count, now begin

Summer Wild! Awesome-wonder lightning-flash thunderstorms chagrin

Mother Nature Flame-burst celebrating a Last-hurrah harmonious-sing

4-seasons, Lord,  in a holy-sacred logical series-of-events resulting thing

 

Can’t forfeit any “what” they thought once captured-held in eternal-passion

’Tis fleeting vanished-of- reality cherish/enjoy the only present-now fashion

 

Some-were and are and come---Few-stay…’morrow ebbs and flows again

‘Tis “I”---yon constant ne’er the same…Focus-awake appreciate! Amen!

Doors!

 September-dies!---October-flies!...Amen!

One month door closes---

new month myriad doors open...

opportunities abound! Appreciate!

Another chance?---Some challenges...Success!

Bored! Lonely! & Afraid!---Uhh?...Forget about it!!!

All in!---or...all out! Stay out of the way! Really!

Welcome aboard!---Participate! & Celebrate!...Appreciate!

So it is!---Amen!...So be it!

NO "you" gets to rain on my parade! No! Thanks!

Amen!

Happy Anniversary! "67"! Wow! Lee & Henrietta! Celebrate!

 Happy Anniversary!

"Chairman" Mr. Lee & Lovely-Lady "Sister" Henrietta! YEA!

We're "right(?)" behind you in about a month---"57"! Wow!

Looking to join you---in celebration...at the "century"-mark!

Congratulations! Candy & Carl

Chicken-coop!?

"Chicken-coop"!? 

Lady Candice has wanted "chickens" for years. Hmm!

I said, "Okay! I'll build a coop." Easy enough! Hmm!

Lawyer-daughter says that I can't; illegal!" Hmm?

Chickens are illegal!?---But..."Pot" is legal!? Hello!

Let me---re-consider...everything!? Hmm?

The "Executive" runs WILD with "executive orders".

The "Legislative" fumbles and stumbles blindly along.

The "Judicial" can't forget its errant personal-agenda.

The faux-"Identifiers" demon-lie any self-serving identity.

Society/Culture adore any-absurdity eschewing Truth!

Politics is in a state of pig-stye squalor and smell.

Religion is dying as world-membership craters.

Education upholds faux "Participation-trophies".

Accolade faux-"grades" amount to a "You tried?".

Up is down! Right is left! Good is bad! Light is dark!

Really!?---Are you kidding me!?...(S-I)? Sophisticated-idiocy!?

Oh! Lord!----Strength!...Faith! Family! Freedom! & TRUTH!

Amen!

Stone church philosopher!

 Stone-church Philosopher-extraordinaire!

 

A wooden-bench outside the church-entrance a “pulpit”-impromptu.

Myriad congregants assumed it a personal-confessional. He knew.

 

Widow-Holcomb voiced issues and complaints varied, a litany.

Others gathered, on occasion, to faux-“complain”! Serendipity!

 

A “winning” smile belied the old man’s hidden spirit sad-depression.

Diligent! Each day he quiet takes his sentinel-post in Faith-expression.

 

News travels fast among any group; he gained a worthy-reputation.

Simply, he said “Truth” in reply to queries and ailments. Inspiration!

 

Polite! The old- Philosopher patient-listened to Bored! Lonely! Afraid!

So-sad! Yet True! He shed a forlorn-tear. Then, smiled---and…Prayed!

 

When he clear-tone spoke “Truth”, two gathered; several; then many-more.

He talked of “Love” and living-“Truth”. Praise! Honor! Glory! God-adore!

 

His words fell soft! Like a Whisper-wind satiated in Holy Spirit “Peace”!

Slowly, they came to see Love & Peace within themselves holy-increase.

 

He spoke of Mother Nature miracles in all her Awesome-wonder Would!

Told magic Fantasy-tales of Rainbows! Butterflies! & Unicorns! Could!

Spun yarns of Good-deeds and Worthy Value-Virtue goals they Should!

 

Smiled away their demons with hint-of-dawn “Appreciation”-design

Called rising-sun to golden-shine a promised-day adventure-assign

Offered respite from labor mid-morn in silver-filigree shade-resign

“I live just yonder south of comfort-warm high-noon sun-assign.”

Waning afternoon a sweet ice-cream treat to toils-Cool just-fine

Violet-pale to purple shadow-dark ushering delight-dinner line

And, night-sight---respite-trace…Fantasy-escape in cosmos-align

Astride Magic-unicorn adventure Time-through-Space to-incline

“I live a bit-west of yon alabaster-pale full moon.” Blood-red wine

When all is gone---thee like me…conclusion-choices remain-mine

 

Live! Love! Laugh! & Focus-celebrate!

Vigilant-be! No-one’s future is ever late!

 

Faith! Family! Freedom! Might just be all there really---Is!

In one eternal-instant the only mercy-blessing will be…His!

 

Sinner! Thy self mend!

Amen!

"Love" is the Greatest of these! Amen!

 “And the Greatest is Love!” (I Corinthians 13:13)

 

In man’s collective-consciousness: Faith! Hope! & Charity! Amen!

 

Faith!---to move mountains…absent Love is nothing!

Hope!---for understanding…without Love shall perish!

 

⁸ Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. ⁹ For we know in part and we prophesy in part, ¹⁰ but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. ¹¹ When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. ¹² For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. (I Corinthians 13: 8-12)

 

When “all” is said and done and gone---these “3”…remain!

 

And---of this holy-sacred Trinity… “Love” is the greatest!

 

Verily! In Truth!---absent Him!...I am nothing! Amen!

 

Amen!

Yes! or No! Simple! Amen!

 Choice!

'Tis just so difficult with all the troubling "What-if's".

Yeah! "Choice" is, by definition, a double-edged sword.

In any end---Worry! & Fear!...faux-complicate issues.

Being -afraid is a natural survival-instinct necessity.

Being at Peace with decisions requires confidence! (Trust)

One either has it---or...not! Simple! (Not easy) Simple!

Decide! ---Yes! or No!...Then, live with the consequences!

Your decision!---Choose wisely!...Eschew Worry! & Fear!

Amen!

 

A "Grand" ole church!---Indeed!...Amen!

"Church! "

Had the distinct 'pleasure" to attend a church "rummage"

sale at a little country gathering; saw some of the "old" 

crowd, you know, the "Good" people: Saints! & Angels!

Oh! Sure-enough! Recon-so! They'd scoff at such accolades.

"S" & "A" don't need approval; virtue is its own reward!

Never-the-less, they are the people who make a reverent "church"!

A friend recently looked adoringly at a "counry" log church 

building and said, "I just love that little church!" Amen! Me, too!

I love the New Hanover stone church building, the Maeystown 

church, Madonnaville and Cahokia log-church building. Amen!

But---I DO NOT worship "anything" other...than God! 1st Commandment!

Those church buildings are, indeed, Glorious! I cherish, honor, respect them.

But---the (any) "church" is not a building...it is precisely the "people"!

When physical church buildings perish, the "church" (people) remain.

We tend to forget the Truth-of-things: God's and man's laws. Amen!

"We" the people---are the "church" and the "United States"-country.

Praise! Honor! Glory! To God! (Bible) & "Country" (Constitution-Law)!

Celebrate! Revere! & Respect!---Church & country!..."We, the people..."

Amen!

Math! & Science!---Precise! Truth!...NO obfuscation "cheating"!

 Logic!

"2 'n 2 b 4"---Simple!...Eternal! Truth!

No agenda "opinion!---Just..."Reality"! Hmm!

So satisfying!---Something(?)...Perfect to count on!

No maybe! No lie! No evil! No questions! Wow!

Life is just like that---absent...evil-lies! Amen!

Yes! "2 n 2 b 4"---Was!---Is!...Will-be! No matter the lie!

Gee!---Ain't life just GRAND!?...Yeah! That's my conclusion!

And---That's...HOW I identify! (simple-humble) Truth!

Amen!

"Stupid!" or "Ignorant!" Seriously!

 "Subtle"-difference!? Hmm!?

I can forgive and overlook "Ignorance"; even, identify with it!

But---being intentionally-STUPID...in the light-of-knowledge!? Never!

I just do not really give a dime's-damn "what" you identify as!

Courtesy! Compassion! Love! Kindness! holy-sacred TRUTH!

Just what "Great" countries and religions are founded upon! Amen!

Revere the U, S, Constitution! Cherish and follow the Holy Bible!

Redemption? Salvation!---From ourselves?...Back-to-the-basics!

Just---too simple...for "S-I"! Sophisticated-Idiocy! Amen!

Stop!---Entertaining the evil-lie!...Live Truth! Reap Peace!

Amen!

"Another" book!?---Yeah!...Gabriella Leigh! Amen!

 "Biography"!

Yeah!---Another-book!...Hmm!?

This time?---A tale of Faith! Family! Freedom!...Wow!

Somewhere a long time ago I found that sacred-mantra!

A satiated-spirit Life requires a Love-passion! Amen!

Found-mine!---Now, I'd like to share it!...Family!

"Hope"!? "Plan" to have it completed for holy-Christmas!

Diligently working on it! Fun! Pleasure!

Amen!

Whisper-wind! (Part 5)

 My little town had a population of only 2,500 in the 50’s and well into the 60’s. Even today, the latest census tally is slightly under 11,000; not a “lot” of people by “modern” standards.

The physical layout and design of our tiny “berg” was a fine “paradise” for a kid with a Wild imagination for adventure and a cavalier-attitude of “Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.” Plunging headlong into whatever the world offered, reward or challenge. Always, Appreciative!

In my 12^th year, ole friend Santa Claus brought me a brand new 26”, 3-speed Schwinn racer!

Oh! Thank you! God! I “owned” that town! “Hell-on-wheels”! Not destructive! Appreciative!

At long last---I had sacred-transportation!...I began countdown to “16” and a driver’s license.

Besides my town, I had benefit of the “Farm” and “Fox Lake” where I spent countless hours.

The farm was Grandpa Martin’s 160-acres of fun and constant adventure. I love watching westerns on television since back to before I can even remember. They were black-and-white on a small 7’ screen but I helped the Lone Ranger and Superman save the day, many-a time!

I entertained an obsession with cowboys indulging their Wild-west varied experiences and adventures; I honed an early Love for horses and guns and the shooting sports. We enjoyed many pets over the years but Grandpa’s farm held the treasure chest of ‘pets”; they had a newer John Deere “modern”-day tractor for the field chores by the early 50’s but old Tommy and Billy, the pre-tractor work horses were in “retirement”. They no longer labored pulling the burdensome plow; rather, they enjoyed a large stall in the warm barn across the interior aisle from the cow’s milking quarters. I liked to “sneak” a bright yellow corn cob to the trusty steeds whenever I could manage to be alone n the barn with the critters.

Somewhere is a faded black and white photograph of me dressed in western motif, at age five. I was fully outfitted with a blue-plaid western cut shirt, blue jeans, black cowboy boots with inset white embossing which my mother painstakingly kept spruced with liquid white shoe polish applied meticulously with a broken tooth pick to get into the tiny corners of the decoration, a   bas-relief “cowboy” belt, double holstered six-guns fully loaded with play caps, the entire ensemble donned on topside with a real cowboy hat, just to complete the proper effect. I am sitting stride a weathered board fence and holding a “lariat” while petting the “Wild” cayuses.

I am sometimes embarrassing reminded  and vaguely recall that I wore that ensemble to kindergarten for the first week, or so. (I was not at all embarrassed at the time of the incident; Good-guys cowboys wearing white hats never apologize for doing the “right” thing.)

Sister Sharon made “pets” out of all the animals; she has a knack of befriending our “silent” friends. Randell was her pet rooster at the farm. We got him and a few of his cousins at Easter on our annual trip to visit my Mom’s family in and around Nashville, Tennessee.

These southerners dyed baby chicks and ducks at Easter and sold them to celebrate the holiday; just a local colloquialism. Each year we brought home new pets which invariably ended up living at the farm after they grew too large for us to keep them n town, any longer.

Sharon taught Rooster-Randell to fly up on the yard fence and “crow” his heart out whenever she clapped her hands together and yelled, “Crow! Randell! Crow!”

He was a most obliging “King-of-the-chicken-yard”! We all loved that wise old bird.

Whisper-wind (Part 4)

 Turned out, Sharon had a penchant for animals and loved them dearly, devoting time and attention to their care. It worked out quite well for all concerned; we always had a pet dog, or two, and some kitty-cats running around. My Great-Grandparents, Grandpa Martin and Grandma Catherine lived on a farm with all kinds of animals. Sharon loved visiting; so did I.

Brother John didn’t have the affection for baseball that I had developed but we played, some.

He played Khoury League, our local homegrown version of Little League; so did I.

Ahh! The “Good” old-days! Indeed! Life seemed simpler back then, at least, from a modern perspective. In Truth, and in the end, Life is what each person makes of it! Amen! To that. Amen!

Life isn’t always fair. Few things are so. Eventually, if you’re smart, you learn to live with what and where you are and find ways and means to Enjoy the journey. It is an Attitude!

The Blessing-Grace of holy-sacred Free-will gives us license and opportunity to make our own decisions and raw our own conclusions as we travel this trace through Time and Space. The often seldom untold Truth of that Liberty and Freedom is that there are consequences to actions.

There is absolutely “No” excuse for any blame to be laid at the feet of another. We choose!

I’ve been exceptionally “Lucky” all of my life; maybe not “deserving”, but gratefully, lucky.

My world revolves around what has become my coveted mantra: Faith! Family! & Freedom!

That sacred-holy Trinity is much akin to the Holy Trinity of Father! Son! & Holy Ghost! Each entity is equal to the other. It is a Three-persons-in-one-God proposition. Treasured-equality!

As a “child” chronographically, that is, by advancing age tally-count, early on I acquired the insight to appreciate my myriad and bountiful Blessings. True enough, my little world was quite limited and I held enormous advantages that not everyone is titled with like an exceptionally loving family wherein each member was Saintly and some even Angelic in their approach to the world. I get it; not all share equally in such delight.

But---I did fully Appreciate…my good fortune! I firmly believe that most people, also, do.

(Part 5 Tomorrow)

"Whisper"-wind deams! Amen! (Part 3)

I got my second glove at age 12 when I managed to save up $3.00 to purchase it. That original glove from Dear-friend, ole Santa Claus, I still have. Candy put it in a “shadow” box for me.

Years later, after we moved to Oregon, Z. Tyler, who was “3” by then, would come get me and say, “Det your old dove, Bapa, and play ball with me!”

I’d oblige him and in our garage I taught him to pitch; the kid showed amazing talent. At that tender age he already had good control and the ball “popped” the glove pocket when itlanded/.

When Z. was 9 months old we had bought him a short plastic bat and two balls. He would hold the bat in one hand, a ball in the other above his head; he’d drop the ball, grasp the bat with both hands and “hit” the ball “in mid-air” True story! I know adults that can’t do that. A Natural!

When I was a kid listening to ball games on the radio, the Yankees were my favorite team; I adored The “Mick”, Mickey Mantle, and his teammate, Roger Maris, both home-run sluggers, and, of course, my pitching idol, lefty, Whitey Ford! The Yankees owned baseball back then.

Somewhere, I managed to secure a very “few” baseball cards; my “heroes” were among them.

Some seven years later, I’d get real serious about baseball card collecting with Bobby Holden.

Brother John was born in cold January when I was 5 years of age; he didn’t come home from the hospital for a few days and when we went to fetch him, sister Sharon, age 2, and I waited in the car with Grandma Aleda while Mom and Dad went in the building to get my new little brother. I was pretty excited and probably challenged Grandma’s patience; finally, they came out of the hospital but I couldn’t see my new kid-brother! What/ Wait-a-minute! Hmm!

Dad held the door, helping Mom get into the passenger seat; I leaned over the seatback.

“Where is my new brother?” I queried, looking around, coming up “empty”.

Dad had gotten behind the wheel, by then; he laughed, good-naturedly.

Mom smiled, indulgently, at my impatience. She unfolded the corner of a blue blanket she cuddled displaying our baby’s face to me for the very first time. “He’s right here! He’s okay!”

Wow! I just stared at the infant. Then, excitedly, “Can he play baseball with me?”

Mom replied with a laugh, covering the baby, again, “It might be a few years, but, ‘Yes!’”

(Part 4 Tomorrow)

Whisper"-wind dreams! Amen! (Part 2)

 Sister Sharon came along in my third year; she never met an animal she didn’t like! Amen!

In my 5^th year of “tromping” and “trampling” around within my very limited world, kid-Brother John was born. By then I had become a diehard fan of holy-sacred “Baseball” listening to the few games that were broadcast on radio. Games weren’t televised back then; we didn’t have a T.V. until I was seven years old. It was a tiny-screen (7”) black and white table unit with only 3 stations. News coverage was Great! Media had not yet been socialized to communism!?

My very “Good” friend, who I secretly worshipped, and who did so much greater “Good” for me than I could ever return, Ole Santa Claus, had brought me a brand-new Rawlings three-fingered (my two middle fingers went into the center hole) real-leather fielders baseball glove! Wow! Just like the “big” leaguers used! This treasure was no “kid’” play toy! Great!

The first time I tried it on, Christmas Eve, I put it on my right hand and it seemed awkward; it was, very. Dad laughed, in a kindly manner, and took it off the wrong hand and properly placing it on my left and. “You catch the ball in this hand with the glove;” he explained, making motions in the air to show me by example, “that leaves your right hand free for throwing.” Thanks! Dad!

Well! Armed with a Major League real leather ball glove and a rubber ball but “trapped” in the house because of winter-weather, I utilized my prized glove by tossing that rubber ball against the wall in the bed room. I’d listen to the radio broadcast as I “pretended” to be on the playing field with the “big” guys winning games for the St. Louis Cardinals! I once heard Dad complain to Mom that I was going to crack the plaster wall; she said it’d be okay! Thanks! Mom!

(Part 3 Tomorrow) 

"Whissper"-wind dreams! Amen! (Part 1 of "many"?)

 A Plethora of---“Whisper”-wind…Satiated-spirit “Peace”-dreams!

 

Magic-unicorn, wings-spread, ears perked & attentive, eyes alert, muscles-taut awaits ready, willing, and able for another Fantasy adventure. And, “me”?---Bring-it!...Off we go! Amen!

 

Blessed! Exceedingly!-so!---I know it!...Am Appreciative! & Thankful! Amen!

 

“Man” is created in the image and likeness of God! Genesis 1: 26 – 27

 

Praise! Honor! & Glory!---Return God’s Love!...Appreciate! & Gratitude!

 

A personal history of a Rebel! Rascal! Rapscallion! Rogue! Comfort-effort!

 

So? Let the ‘tale” initiate! Amen!

 

At yonder tender-age of ‘3’: Pneumonia! An evil scourge for one so young and “innocent” it seemed. I can vaguely recall the awful vent, the memory enforced by Mom’s telling-of-the-tale some years after-the-fact, descriptive in detail to etch the occurrence into a memory-lexicon of easy-recall depth, a “Good”-memory very often proving to be positive assets.

The tidy-venue is an “old”-fashioned (now, antique) baby bed of wood construction in a corner of a large bedroom with the “baby” (me) confined by a spindle-slatted “bar” sliding gate too prevent “baby” from either falling out and getting hurt or, more, pragmatic, to keep the infant from becoming an “unwanted” escapee from the “cell”!? A light-blue blanket draped the top.

The story goes that I managed to become infected with the “Disease-of-the-day”, namely, Pneumonia! For the 3^rd straight winter in a row. Wow! Was this an initial-omen to my “Luck”?

So, Dr. Beck comes calling mid-morning with his “cure” for the dreaded disease running rampant over the “child” population of the world---Magic-“penicillin”!...delivered by a jab from one sharp needle! Injury and Insult in one-fell-swoop to the “tender” backside quickly double-whammied by a vitriolic and menacing liquid putrid, yellow-colored medicine Terramycin!

That “cure” was worse than the evil pneumonia shot, it tasted like “swamp”-water with an attitude. Of course, “Dr.” Mom had a solution for everything “bad”! A white saltine cracker removed the horrible taste-of-the-cure.

She said that after the third or fourth visit by the good doctor I’d see him coming and roll over exposing my posterior so he could “injure” my Pride! and literally “Take-my-medicine”!

Mom allowed, and I “remember”, that I had a pronouncement about both the “state-of-affairs” 

of the world and, also, of my predicament when I concluded, “There ain’t nothin’ good in this old world!” Please! Bear in mind my tender age at the time. Hmm!? Some things never change!

Some 7-decades + later, I can still vividly remember that early (unsolicited) adventure! True!

(Part 2 Tomorrow)

Liars! Thieves! & Trash!---"Who" cares?...That's the "problem"!

"Price gauging!"

People are highly upset! Lies! Cheating! Pigs! Huh?

A "super" store advertises one price, charges another! Fraud!

Customers complain! No cops called! No Attorney General complaint!

A "religion" evil-lies to achieve an un-Christian agenda! Heresy! Blaspheme!

Congregants complain!---and, each Sunday..."Fill" the "church's" coffers!

If "we" care?---We  must act!..."Problem"? Or "Solution"? Hmm!?

You can't have it "both"-ways?---Unless...you are the eternal "cosmos"!

Even then---Careful! To Honor Truth!...Very careful! Amen!

"Could"?---"Might"?...What? Withhold the 'money' from all...

Liars! Thieves! Trash! Heresy! Blaspheme! Damnable-Evil!

Really! it's simple!...Just... Do not PARTICIPATE! in any-evil!

Amen!

Fall!

 Autumn!

I'm in the process of writing a book for our 

Darling Gabriella Leigh and I'm on the 

chapter about Candy's & my 1st Christmas!

Thus, from that opportunity flows todays post. Enjoy!

I love each season in its time and place! Perfect!

A very-slight favorite is pleasant-colorful Fall

I love the warm-days and cool-nights! Delicious!

Mother Nature regales in her Red! Yellow! Gold! wardrobe!

Also, the season portends coming Winter and brilliant cold-snow!

And---Oh! Yeah!...I am anticipating holy-sacred Christmas! Yea!

Well!---I have to be excited!...Christmas demands "Santa Claus"!

Let the Amazing countdown begin! 70 - 69 - 68...!

Amen!

Ah! Sacred-holy "Youth"!--A shame!...But, then!?

 "Youth!"

What a sinful-shame to waste it on the 'young'---

but, then...they are better-able to "enjoy" it!

Damn!---Any double-edged sword!...I'll try, anyway!

Amen!

"Self"-Identity!? Hmm!?

Really! "I" identify as...

So? Yeah! Sure-enough! Reckon-so!  I "bought"-in!

I went to the "Lottery" pay-out station, walked in just like I owned the 

joint and announced, "I identify as the 'jackpot' winner! Pay-up! Now!"

These nit-wit! half-wit! dim-wit! PIGS! have NO sense-of-humor! Or fairness!

"They" get to self-identify into the "girls" locker room! I gotta camera!

I make a 'joke" about the "throw-up "sick-woke 'puke'-joke" idiocy---

and...my lawyer says I made my-point and so did the judge: 5-7! What!?

The U.S. Army agrees: Be all that you can "identify as"! Hmm!?

Can't wait until my next "self-identity" epiphany-revelation!

Get ready! Judgy-wudgy!

Amen!

Elephants! & Candle-wax! Amen! (Now? Where's your sense-of-humor!?

"Identity!?"

The "elephant" feared the dark so he Identified as "candle-wax"!

He should have identified as the "sun", then never be in the dark! 

"Elephants"---just ain't...very smart! I sure-enough Reckon-so!

Well! Now! In "educated" light "I's jus gotta wrte a ltr!?" Hmm!?

Been quite Proud of personally planting 12k+ trees only to be liberal-

"edge-e-catolled(?)" that "hemp" outshines trees: 10-trillion to 1!?

Okay!---Jackass! Pot-head!...Now! Let's all-of-"us" play your "insane"-game!!!

Dear Real Estate "Gov'm'nt" "ass"-e-sor": Please lower my tax-bill 

to "ZERO"!---because)?)...my "property" identifies as a "tree"! So?

Oh! No! Don't be ridiculous! My "house" didn't "tell" me of its crazy-

identity noteworthy "crisis"---it can't talk...to me---it told...my "kitty-cat"!

Yep!---And "killer" told me...My "dog" identifies as a "kitty-cat"!? NUTS!

Careful! Now! Don't "Go" insulting my house! Dog-kitty-cat! Rude! & Wrong!

Thank you!---In advance for the -"0"- tax bill! Can you-say: ACLU! Lawsuit!?

So very-sad!---When the "idiots" think that...they really are in-charge!? Hmm!

Sincerely! "Oh! Gee! "What" do I want to be? Today? or Yesterday? Tomorrow?

Are?---YOU?...Confused...YET!? Not-me! I know "you" and "me"! Amen!

Amen!

Baltimore Catholic Catechism! Thank you! Wow!

 1st Communion! Remembered!

Lovely Lady Candice Leah and I have been searching far and wide 

for 1949 edition of the Baltimore Catechism which version I used 

way "back-n-the-day" studying for my holy-sacred 1st Communion.!

The cover on my "long-lost" copy was a beautiful light-blue  background 

picturing a boy in a suit and tie and a girl in a brilliant white lacey dress.

Each had their hands reverently folded and were walking down a church aisle.

Inside that book were the "reverent" teachings of the Catholic Church! Perfect!

About 2 years ago, give or take, Candy wrote to a guy in Philadelphia 

explaining what we sought; he is an "old-book" dealer. He found one!

We got a letter from him recently and the Catechism arrived, Friday.

So close! The cover is blue and sports Jesus' Glorious Resurrection. Close!

My copy was fairly thin with a light-weight "paper" cove; this one is 

heavy-stock and the text is very elaborate, mor for an adult. Very-nice!

Mine was "lighter" on instruction, geared more to a "child" capability.

The "new" one we just received is an instructional on "old" Catholicism!

 Pre-dating the infamous and devastating 1962 Vatican II Encyclical. this 

version is Reverent on Truth! Inspiring on God & Church holy-sacred Law!

Reading the worthy-words leads to a Satiated-Spirit of Peace-through-Love!

We'll keep an eye-out for an exact copy of my cherished "lost"-copy!

But---this fine "gift" born of Love!...Works just right for now. Thank you!

Truly! It's always the "little"-things in life that actually matter the-most!

"Who made us?" "God made us!" "Why?" How?" "Purpose?" Etc. Amen!

Amen!

Perspective!?---Important?...Hmm!

 One-view?---&...Another!

Each has "Free-will"!---To make "choices!...And, live with them!

I hope yours are True!---Mine are...Tried & True!

Opinions are myriad!---Truth!...Stands any test! Every time!

So? Give it some considered thought and choose Truth! Always!

Amen!

Mustard-seed!

 “Faith” of a mustard-seed…!
 
“Oh! Ye of little Faith! With Faith the size of a tiny mustard seed ye can move mountains!”
(And we DO! All the time! Ask Helen and Celeste and the babies they save!)
A mustard-seed is one of the tiniest seeds in the Middle East; Jesus often speaks His teachings in analogies (comparisons of events or physical-fats to holy-sacred Praise! Honor! & Glory!
Faith is a “condition: One either has Faith or is absent from Faith!
Faith or “no”-Faith is akin to “Pregnant”. One either is or is not pregnant. The measure of how far along the pregnancy has developed is irrelevant to the Fact of being pregnant or not.
Longevity is not a determination of Life! One is either Alive---or…Dead. The “measure”-in-time of the life is irrelevant to the question of whether one is alive or not.
The “measure” of holy-sacred Faith is each individual’s Level-of-spiritual-development!
Religion is “personal” to each person! It is sacred-private! No-one else’s business!
We can Pray for one another, and, should, but the decision of Faith is strictly personal belief.
“Your” Faith and “Your” Religion are none of my business or concern! I fully and reverently respect your “right” to your God-given gift of Free-will in your “personal” choices. So does He!
 I do not know any “What” one might believe or subscribe personally. None-of-my-business!
I am very-busy just “Doing the best I can with what capacity I have been blessed with!”
I refuse to indulge time, effort and space concerned with any-one else’s issues or concerns; I Hope and Pray each is at holy-sacred Peace in their ‘Spirit” with their “real”-condition in life.
It is of “No” concern nor any of my business where another is on their Christian-journey; only that they practice “absolute” Truth in all matters, especially those of Religion! I-Pray!
Faith seems not such an issue-of-volume (mustard-seed) as it does of Belief! Amen!
The “Measure-of-Spiritual-development” resultant of Faith is exemplar Christian-generosity!
An admonition concerning God’s just-tenets of Faith! “I am the Lord thy God. Worship Me!”
Be very-careful to not confuse His gifts (tools) of Worship! Worship is His-Honor! Alone!
The “present” trials 7 tribulations within the “church” will subside and vanish! The evil-demon twin step-sisters, Worry! & Fear! will cause strife and steal your resolve if you participate in their masquerade. Evil can never prevail! God-is-Good! We are created in His image and likeness! The “church” has survived evil-schism three-times; “We” will, again!
Revelation proclaims: In the end---the Good-guys…WIN! I believe that in Faith!
Simply look at the Good-resolve in each member of our “Reverent” Latin-mass brethren.
Such Faith! Hope! Christian-charity! Compassion! We have Saints frontline on abortion!
Wow!  I celebrate this Communion-of-Saints! Band-of-Angels! Amen! We have already Won! 
God bless “Sister” Henrietta for voicing God’s wisdom to us last Sunday: We are not the schismatics! They” are! I believe God spoke those miracle-words through her for us! Amen!
Be ever-Thankful!---For every little-thing!...My Salvation? Candy! Her cross? “me”! Sorry!
I pray each of thee holy-sacred Peace in your Religious-sojourn-through-Faith! Amen!
 

God-bless! Thee & “me”! Amen!