My year without creative writing.

I did write something about Dr’s and pills and so on a while back. The truth though is always more direct and not obscure.

The last year has been a roller coaster in terms of my body. I was trying to change a medication that I have to take which allows me to walk. I ended up having an allergic reaction called Steven-Johnsons Syndrome and lost not only my outer layer (skin on my legs) but, later it went inside and stirred up my Lymphatic system and leaving me with no Thyroid and no Cortisol, as well as, no Testosterone. I slept for about half a year checking in once in a while and then having to sleep after applying any thought to writing.

I am seeing a specialist and I find it funny that in my efforts to reduce medications I now must take Thyroid and Cortisol replacement pills daily and a shot in the leg once a week of Testosterone, to keep my bones going.
I am starting to bounce back but, still experience the sleepiness every other day or so until all these medications build up enough to be a consistent margin of all of them on a daily chart.

I am however feeling quite inspired to start writing again. I see my therapist who is this wonderful man from Jordan, and he is forever on me about getting back to writing. He thinks I could unfold my inner somewhat buried expressions while writing the art and passion and the act of doing so.

So as much as I can, I will be checking in more often and writing when I can and if not writing I shall post inspiring tales that I come across the fields of Word-Press. Thank you all for the wonderful comments and encouragements.

My loving thoughts to all of you, Paul

Just a response, based on this new book “America, The Farewell Tour”

Yes, it is easy to follow things to that conclusion. I would go farther and state that whether the people do anything about the condition of morality in their country, it is still their lot in life to crumble brick by brick. Marx was brilliant in so many ways. He saw the trouble long before anyone else and he was right, though not my drink of water.

Where I depart from the author position of doom is that there is still a shining beacon of hope (Ronald Reagan). If the people listen to what Jimmy Carter was trying to say to the people. That they will have to suffer and in large quantities and learn to cut out the desire for more but, one place the writer points out is correct, the debt has to be paid. This is because that is how the rules have been in this new far-reaching utopian political machine called Roman Law.

If on the other hand, New Rome, would take the Greek approach to economic tragedy the world could be spared by first realizing that hoarding and greed are fear based and disruptive. (Greek economic laws were based n the principal that every ten to fifteen years all debts would be forgiven between countries and thus there was no need for an inflationary based economic engine.) A law could be passed that off shore or out of natal country banking would be intolerable, for a time.

When things begin to change and the rich see that it is not only their duty but, their responsibility to give 10 % in tithing back to the people they stepped on getting where they are. This could bring back the spine of the middle class. But, like most creatures of the earth, where meals are few and far between. What are the chances that the fat will stop eating long enough to even realize their crimes against their own body?

This is what religion talks about and its general-purpose. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. This is not just moral fodder but, a life-sustaining practice when viewed through the eyes of this topic which is, do we or do we not become grateful to the country that gave us (the rich) everything it has. When there is no room for the poor in the county anymore, and like Jesus pointed out there will always be the poor. The poor are the class that does not see money as the be-all and end-all of life. They are willing to work at menial labor for their supper and that of their families. When the rich become so cheap that they do not support the people ho clean the shit they make the system ceases to function.

My point is that every religion I have studied favor the ilk of the poor over the greedy. Some promise abundance after death. Though seven virgins and a goat are not my things, it does help to illustrate what is the very nature of the problem and that the old religious books are far more than just moral guides but, a living system of moral behavior that could spare man from its own nature. The nature of greed in the case of today’s sins. Some think they are better rather than different than their neighbors. I would interpret (as do the followers) that seven virgins and a goat are something of value if I was in that religion but, that is not what the motivation behind this particular religion is. It like most other religions are based on an economic outlook that cannot be discussed under its own term, because when it is, people are confronted with the idea of lack. Of a sense of wrong or duty and, after all, we get rich in order not see, or to place ourselves far out of the reaches of responsibility for the actions we took to get where we are when we are rich. (an interpretation)

Before jumping on the bandwagon, I am not talking about all rich , or that the rich are immoral on their own, nor do I consider $120,000 a year rich. I am talking about people who need to look for active shelters for tax breaks etc. If the campaign was to “Make America Great Again”, it would not begin with a tax break to try and shore up banking on natal soil for the rich. It would start by making the public aware that it has a spending habit and that the middle class has put itself under the bus, so to speak, by allowing distractions to become necessities. Yes, like this computer or cell phone. We got along fine without them for thousands of years. Nor is it wrong to have these things. What is wrong is to live beyond what you can afford but, at some point, the fickle finger of fate turns from the consumer to the fabricators. The indulgent poor to the greedy rich.

Now I worry as I am beginning to hear the pangs of classism in this idea I am trying to close. However, it must be said so I will continue to point out.

I for one and for the first time, after reading and listening to this article now see the point of religion as a guide to prevent such destruction of civilization. To give back or put into what you take out of, so that others may have. These are not far-fetched realities and it could be that the tradition of the time had to have a main character who had a supreme guide (God), so that they could see their way out of a paper bag, with guidance that was uncommon, therefore making fault of no one. Though there are many religions you realize that they all basically say the same thing. Share and share alike. If you take more than your river full then make sure the ones behind you can do the same. Yes, a double negative to prove the point. How befitting.

Just an idea. a Meandering if you will.

Things you forget with a 55 minute god.

Of Coming Home

Woke up one morning feeling really bad and low in spirit. I told my god during my 55-minute appointment that I was just not right. He sent me to his god who was the master of a sort of alchemy and it was decided that I should take 50mg of singing mana in the morning and another 50 mg in the evening for one week and adding 50mg at both times till I got up to 600 MG’s of this singing mana. I asked my 55-minute god if anyone had ever received such a blessing from him and that I felt like was taking more than my river full. He pardoned my obvious ploy at humility and said everything would be alright. I felt safe with my god of 55-minute appointments and trusted that my problems would soon be gone, as this was special mana that sang in verse as you ate it. Mind you I ignored the Television commercials that claimed this particular singing mana could cause death and gladly followed my 55-minute gods instructions.

I got up to 150 MG twice a day and that night I went to sleep. When I awoke I was covered in hives that looked strangely like shingles. I knew my 55-minute god would never lead me down the wrong path so, I went to the St. Luke apothecary down the road. They looked at the welts and told me that I had to contact my 55-minute god right away and to stop taking the singing mana immediately.

I stopped taking the stuff and I soon began to realize that I had been in so much pain for so long that I was listening to my Doctor in the way he was accustomed (as a god.) I had had another problem earlier in life and I had extra pills/mana for shingle prevention. I took 4, 400 mg pills in the morning and the same at night. I then reduced the dose to two in the morning and evening. I had begun to listen to my inner self and remembered that god dwells within each one of us. As I listened and followed my own inner dialogue my body reversed the situation within a few days and I had averted a total body shingle event. Imagine my humbleness as the inner voice reminded me that I would never be put in dangers path without a good reason and a good outcome from it.

I like so many others with life threatening illness had forgotten to listen to this voice which is at least one of the reasons all this happened to my body. I now pray and have dialogue with the inner voice that guides me and I am getting better every day, though the last to heal from all of this is the thinking brain. I was not able to hold a thought in my head long enough to write, which I had found out I love doing just before the event.

So, the moral of my story is to hold my energies and trust them. Listen to others but, do not lose sight of who makes the choices in my life. It is true what all religions point out. There is only one god and the omnipotent lord resides within me, as me (Eat, Pray, Love.) Like Dorothy in the wizard of Oz I have learned that if I ever go searching for something and it is not found within the places I am familiar then it wasn’t really mine in the first place. So finally, I started the journey of

Coming home.

(This is my first contribution to writing since the above-mentioned event and I just needed to get it out there. Thank you so much for this place where I can learn and grow and be filled with marvels of writing and reading and excepting challenges.)


My Own Backyard

Jordis, I loved reading about your home. I had a sense of love and care and creative beauty both in the writing and the pictures. Thank you.

Jordy’s Streamings

This week’s Dutch Goes the Photo challenge is delightful!! We have been tasked with exploring in our own backyards for inspiration. Love it!!! And the wonderful posts and photos that this community has shared.

If you would like to submit a post here is the link to Frank Jansen’s site.

Frank love the forest in your backyard! You are quite blessed. That is my one day some day wish!!

So here it goes!

I live in Fallbrook, California, a small agricultural town in North County San Diego, about 30 miles inland from the coast. The climate is typically very warm and we’ve been experiencing a long and protracted drought. Most of the plants in my garden are succulents and one may be surprised to see the beautiful flowers that they produce.

I chose to alter the color spectrum to make the photos pop!

Of course, I had to sneak…

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