If you’re reading this, then there’s a chance you know someone who has taken their life. Whether it’s a brother, a mother, a co-worker or a friend, suicide leaves a trail of anger, sadness, confusion and sometimes guilt. Next month I’m walking out of darkness to raise awareness and fight stigma for those who suffer in silence.
Join me next month on Saturday, October 27th at Liberty Station in San Diego to walk with others as we come together to shine light on the darkness of suicide.
Please consider making a donation to my fundraiser for the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention.
I hope you have a great day.
#sandiego #outofdarkness #suicideprevention
https://afsp.donordrive.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=donorDrive.participant&participantID=2111251
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Pain-level: 4
Currently listening: Hollywood Bleeding by Post Malone
Currently reading: The Alchemist
Tuesday, September 24, 2019
Saturday, September 7, 2019
Farewell Texas : Coming Full Circle (part II)
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2333
It’s been a week
now since I’ve been home. Routine is as usual, but the vibe is different -
ARROWS SHOOTING
FORWARD –
I’m free! Thank
the Lord!
Going to meet
with the pastor soon and talk, and next week continue with therapy.
When Jesus died
he said, “It is finished.”
Everything you
read after his death should be about reflection and introspection. Let the work
speak for itself. You will get through it. It will pass.
The past is dead
and if it still haunts you kill it! Exercise!
There is no
better feeling then giving your life to something. It’s about dedication,
devotion and sacrifice.
My father
recommended I write fiction. My God tells me to honor my Father, and so with that I will take his advice and apply
it. Thanks Pops, I love you.
: )
WHOEVER IS
READING THIS, I HOPE YOU START WRITING FOR YOURSELF.
That’s all I
hope to accomplish: to motivate others to write, reflect and share their story.
I have met some
incredible people this past year:
BLAKE DELEON
CHRIS GUERRERO
DEZ
TIFFANY
YESHUA
JESSE LEE
RANDY
CAPTAIN K
The list goes
on, but the point is I’m thankful. Thank you for your lives!
I’m alive
because of YOU. I AM alive because of your prayers. This journey is not over,
however, I’m happy to share it with you. Up next, I’ll be developing my next
poem Born-Again, that I will be
sharing at the Phoenix Society’s World Burn Congress next month.
The KEY to
transformation is forgiveness.
TRUE love
comes not from your self, but to love others. Die to yourself. Sssh!
humility
Wash a
stranger’s feet.
Take your
neighbor’s trash out.
LISTEN to
understand. LISTEN to understand.
Thank you for
reading my blog.
G-d bless you.
PEACE!!!
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Pain-level: 3
Currently
reading: Animal Farm
Currently
listening: Old Town Road
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“Never, ever,
accept mediocrity.”
-
Anonymous
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Question: What
things are too personal to discuss with others?
Leave your
answers in the comment section.
: )
https://www.texasmonthly.com/articles/more-colorful-texas-sayings-than-you-can-shake-a-stick-at/
https://ustravelia.com/famous-texas-sayings-phrases
Friday, August 30, 2019
Poem #52
Poem 52
Post-it notes and chicken scratches
Browsing through the internet
Seeing patterns of words and colors
Looking for a deeper meaning
But in the end it’s all nonsense
Having conversations with others
While giving unwanted two cents
Trying to listen, remembering to shut up
They are the focus and not me
Now I write poems at 0 – 3
Turning nonsense into rhyme
I miss old company but they are bad
A worse version of me – they’d probably be laughing if
they read this:
Hahaha!
A laugh elevates the heart
But when it’s over sorrow returns
And a smile and grin die
A rapper and an accidental overdose
Tragic and awful but nothing new
Celebrities are depressed and blue
But look at us and look at you
We’re no different
Humans, we are, all of the same kind
Reading nonsense and poems
Looking for the meaning and purpose
But truly I tell, sometimes there is none
And that is okay
That is ok
Hang it up and post it
But don’t scratch it
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Pain-level: 3
Currently reading: Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Currently listening: Lil Peep
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Mystery-link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WW7dAgdzbQ
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Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Coming Full Circle - A Return to Austin
Friday, August 23rd
I'm back in Austin, Texas -
I'm back in Austin, Texas -
A place originally intended for new beginnings is now a reminder of death.
This trip will perhaps be one of the final pivotal moments in my recovery. Although I am still due for multiple surgeries and appointments with various therapists, coming here gives me an opportunity to see back into my life and the thought processes that eventually led me into a downward spiral of madness.
My mother and I arrived last night in San Antonio just short of midnight.
The weather was hot and humid and the wind in the air was thick and encroaching.
During our flight I claimed the passenger seat next to the window. It always fascinated me to see down into the passing neighboring cities. The little lights like small bits of diamonds scattered across a massive geographical region forming all types of shapes - rectangles, squares, hexagons and triangles all lay beneath me.
We check-in at our lodge and peacefully settle into the night. My mother snores, but thankfully tonight the fluffy pillows and cushions silenced her croaking.
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Nightmares - Succubus
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Saturday, August 24th
Awake
11:00a.m.
It's time to prepare our way back to the music capitol of the country.
Greyhound it is!
Another two hours on the road giving me more time spacing out the window catching familiar sites.
Daydreaming. Reminiscing. Praying.
Waiting...
At last, here at last! Checked-in, settled in and hopeful for inner healing.
My mom and I decided after a long day and a half of traveling that we would stay-in and have dinner at the in-house restaurant. In one of the conference rooms was a gathering: Hispanic Women Empowerment night. Loud music, high heels clanking and ladies shouting. 50's was the theme!
Yep, this is Austin alright!
Other than the fine Hispanic ladies belting out in drunken laughter, the night in Austin was relatively quiet.
"Strange," I thought.
This is not what I remember of a Saturday night downtown.
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We sat down and I immediately noticed in the restaurant was another party present. A party of six. One of the restaurant patrons looked peculiar. I think it was a...trans-female.
I get confused with all the gender identifications and swapping, but I'm almost certain this female was a dude.
Yep, this is definitively Austin!
Mom and I ordered some Texas fried pickles to start.
I wore my red - Make Austin Weird Again (MAWA) - hat all day. Usually, a lot of people stare at me, but surprisingly not so much today. Maybe in Texas there's more appreciation for patriotism or maybe people don't really care all that much like the media would like us to think. Who knows?
Tomorrow I'm going to visit a church I used to go to before my incident.
The pastor there has asked me to share my testimony.
Sunday, August 25th
9:00a.m.
Pastor Melvin picks us up and we head over to the Grace Place on East Annie.
This morning was nothing short of special.
I got to see old church friends and three Marines who I served with drove up to see me.
The sermon was about redemption and Pastor Melvin saw it fit that I close the sermon with my testimony.
I was honored that he asked me to share, but nervous. Although I had grown up in the church and had heard many people give their "testimonies" over the years, I never actually thought about my own. It occurred to me that I didn't have one and so I decided a couple of weeks prior that I would dig deep and ask myself the question, "What is my testimony?"
To give a testimony means to give an account of something; to testify. To be a witness of an event. Usually, when a testimony is given it chronicles the life of someone before Christ, and after Christ. Most always, it tells the tale of a life before repentance and the renewed life following conversion. Through deep reflection and prayer, I had come to terms with my past and revealed to the listening ears that before I lit myself on fire, I was not a Christian.
It was by all accounts, a public apology to my friends, family and church. I covered it all! I admitted to my depravity, to my double-life and my fall into the abyss of Hell and madness: Drugs, alcohol, pornography, violence, sex, self-harm and eventually, attempted suicide. I WAS NOT A CHRISTIAN! I WAS A FRAUD!
Generally, I loved speaking before a crowd. I mean, come on, I used to be an actor for crying out loud. I love the attention, but this was different. I was wrong. I had been wrong and I so desperately needed help, but I did not have the courage to seek it out because I was blinded by anger. Pleasure and escapism was my way of masking the pain. Masturbating became a way to avoid feeling alone and hurt. Me! Me! Me! I burnt bridges and crushed the souls of my neighbors and their wives. I was sick!
It's hard to admit you were wrong. It's even harder to take responsibility for one's actions.
God allowed it.
My ego was destroyed and my flesh burned. The monster within came to surface. The sinner exposed in its most tragic form. I was beautifully wrong!
It is because of God that I am alive today.
It was on this day, April 16th, 2018, that I became a born-again Xhristian.
That will be the story I tell until I die on His time.
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Pain-level: 4
Currently reading: Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Currently listening: Clair de Lune (Extended) via Youtube
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Mystery-link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfmyl8I_bxU
Mystery-link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXwGh3bdF5k
Sunday, August 25th
9:00a.m.
Pastor Melvin picks us up and we head over to the Grace Place on East Annie.
This morning was nothing short of special.
I got to see old church friends and three Marines who I served with drove up to see me.
Bolton, Cervantes and Silva - thank you guys.
The sermon was about redemption and Pastor Melvin saw it fit that I close the sermon with my testimony.
I was honored that he asked me to share, but nervous. Although I had grown up in the church and had heard many people give their "testimonies" over the years, I never actually thought about my own. It occurred to me that I didn't have one and so I decided a couple of weeks prior that I would dig deep and ask myself the question, "What is my testimony?"
To give a testimony means to give an account of something; to testify. To be a witness of an event. Usually, when a testimony is given it chronicles the life of someone before Christ, and after Christ. Most always, it tells the tale of a life before repentance and the renewed life following conversion. Through deep reflection and prayer, I had come to terms with my past and revealed to the listening ears that before I lit myself on fire, I was not a Christian.
It was by all accounts, a public apology to my friends, family and church. I covered it all! I admitted to my depravity, to my double-life and my fall into the abyss of Hell and madness: Drugs, alcohol, pornography, violence, sex, self-harm and eventually, attempted suicide. I WAS NOT A CHRISTIAN! I WAS A FRAUD!
Generally, I loved speaking before a crowd. I mean, come on, I used to be an actor for crying out loud. I love the attention, but this was different. I was wrong. I had been wrong and I so desperately needed help, but I did not have the courage to seek it out because I was blinded by anger. Pleasure and escapism was my way of masking the pain. Masturbating became a way to avoid feeling alone and hurt. Me! Me! Me! I burnt bridges and crushed the souls of my neighbors and their wives. I was sick!
It's hard to admit you were wrong. It's even harder to take responsibility for one's actions.
God allowed it.
My ego was destroyed and my flesh burned. The monster within came to surface. The sinner exposed in its most tragic form. I was beautifully wrong!
It is because of God that I am alive today.
It was on this day, April 16th, 2018, that I became a born-again Xhristian.
That will be the story I tell until I die on His time.
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Pain-level: 4
Currently reading: Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Currently listening: Clair de Lune (Extended) via Youtube
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Mystery-link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfmyl8I_bxU
Mystery-link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXwGh3bdF5k
Wednesday, August 14, 2019
Poem #45
In His Eyes: The Vagabond and the Family Man
Inside a Volvo,
a bearded greasy man scans the interior of his home
Sand and dirt on the floor lay under his crusted hairy feet
behind his seat, boxes filled with old clothes and periodicals
ashtray filled with cigarettes and a couple of coffee cups nearby
Beatles playing softly, "Yesterday."
Disappointment and regret hang beneath his eyes
"I traveled far but oh, what a waste!"
Pain, so much of it, how does he dispose of it
Maybe a beer, maybe a joint
But let us not run from the point
Pain, suffering and loss
I traveled the world
Because I'm running from her
I'm running from Truth
Save the Vagabond o' Lord...
A large silver SUV parks close
Next...
To the side he looks
Mesmerized
Out of his eyes
He sees and captures
Inside a Mercedes-Benz
a handsome clean-cut man with his family
Black leather interior, GPS and TV on the back of seats
Chrome rims and tinted windows, but still he can see
the vagabond next to the family man out to eat with his team
Four children, a golden dog and a sizzling wife
"Man, what a lucky guy, what a blessed life!"
The Vagabond shouted in his thoughts.
Look at me with nothing to show
And this man next to me living the dream
He worked hard and look at him now
An example to all and a life fulfilled.
The family man turned and caught his eye
The Vagabond
Frozen...
The family man with heavy bags under his eyes
He looks inside the Volvo and sees
Minimal stuff, but only necessary things
"Yesterday, that's my favorite song"
He thought and slowly reveals
A grin, a smile and subtly
Nods his head at the artist, traveler -- the Vagabond
The free spirit in his home and On the Road
"Oh how sweet, must be nice
No wife, no kids, no nothing
Freedom, what a life!"
The family man lowers his window,
FM: Great song!
V: One for the ages!
FM: You from around here?
V: No, I'm on the road.
FM: Where you headed?
V: I don't know. Maybe Iowa, maybe Canada...
FM: Man...Must be nice!
The vagabond looks around, inside his car. Shakes his head in disappointment.
V: It's alright...You're living the dream over there..
FM: It's not what it looks like, I'm in bondage. I rather be in the Volvo.
V: I rather be in the Benz.
The vagabond and family man laugh simultaneously.
One of the kids yell-out: Daddy, I'm hungry!
FM to the V: You're lucky!
V to the FM: You're blessed.
Together they laugh and smile.
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Pain-level: 3
Currently listening: Conversations with God - the Windham Collection
Currently reading: My House of Lies by Lori Golden
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Mystery-link: https://www.carrienet.com/now-you-can-be-the-adult-in-your-life/
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@godsplan1989
"Oh how sweet, must be nice
No wife, no kids, no nothing
Freedom, what a life!"
The family man lowers his window,
FM: Great song!
V: One for the ages!
FM: You from around here?
V: No, I'm on the road.
FM: Where you headed?
V: I don't know. Maybe Iowa, maybe Canada...
FM: Man...Must be nice!
The vagabond looks around, inside his car. Shakes his head in disappointment.
V: It's alright...You're living the dream over there..
FM: It's not what it looks like, I'm in bondage. I rather be in the Volvo.
V: I rather be in the Benz.
The vagabond and family man laugh simultaneously.
One of the kids yell-out: Daddy, I'm hungry!
FM to the V: You're lucky!
V to the FM: You're blessed.
Together they laugh and smile.
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Pain-level: 3
Currently listening: Conversations with God - the Windham Collection
Currently reading: My House of Lies by Lori Golden
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Mystery-link: https://www.carrienet.com/now-you-can-be-the-adult-in-your-life/
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@godsplan1989
Friday, August 2, 2019
Nearing the End of Summer
Nearing the End of Summer
"Finally!"
"Finally!"
"Where have you been Michael?"
"What's the excuse now?"
ME: There is none!
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- Friday, August 2nd, 2019
1:11
1311
Pacific Standard Time
VA Clinic - Mission Valley, California
15 minutes prior to 15 minutes prior to my appointment - while my laptop at home is on its last breath (2008 MacBook Pro!) - I decided to use the good old desktop computer at the workshop station before going into group therapy today.
"Dude, it's time to get a new computer!"
ME: I know right! I'm long overdue - like this blog entry.
Recently, I joined a group therapy class dedicated to writing "caring cards" for veterans transitioning out of the psychiatric unit. It's a Godsend! Every Friday, I meet with a small group of veterans, usually five or six dudes all from different eras (Vietnam War, Gulf, Operation Iraqi & Operation Enduring) who create small cards using art and other materials. Each card contains an encouraging message of hope. Sounds cute, but what many of you don't realize is that everyday 20 veterans take their own lives! I take this group seriously. Not only does it greatly impact me and my recovery, but it gives veterans the reassurance that they are not alone in the fight. While post-traumatic stress affects every individual differently, it is not prejudice against race, gender, or religious affiliation. Mental health is health, and so it is time to eliminate the stigma that we should stay silent and not ask for help. We should encourage a holistic way of taking care of ourselves, and that is why I am a part of this group. Like I said earlier, it's a Godsend.
1:20
1320
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Unofficially, August is Men's History Month. Although not publicly recognized, this is a grass-roots movement to pay homage to the great men who have contributed to my success and ultimately, my survival.
I would like to publicly acknowledge Mr. Jonathan Black. I met Jon during my time in the Marine Corps. Jonathan Black is a Navy Chaplain and is currently serving to this day. He was my Chaplain and mentor and later, became my friend. He helped me in many ways both emotionally and spiritually and to this day continues with me on this journey of recovery. His ability to bring people together from a mass of denominations is profound. Truly, I say, it is amazing what he does!
He is a husband, father of two, and a friend to many. My only regret is that we waited to long after my end-of-service to reconnect. Nevertheless, we are back in contact and hopefully, if the Lord is willing and the creek don't rise, we'll be having a reunion along with some other hobbits (inside joke) next year. I love you, man! Thanks for everything Black Man (another inside joke), God bless you and your family and again, thank you for your service.
#MensHistoryMonth #TrueMasculinity #WhatIsaMan
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Pain-level: 3
Currently reading: Grateful American by Gary Sinise
Currently listening: Romance of the Violin by Joshua Bell
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Mystery-link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oa7KFJdZVe0
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@godsplan1989
Tuesday, May 28, 2019
Blue Pill or Red Pill
Neo, the chosen one, walks into a room and sees a man wearing round sunglasses shades, in a black leather coat sitting in a chair. The stoic sits, and waits patiently. A god of dreams, the son of sleep, the beautiful form - this is Morpheus.
If you are familiar with the film The Matrix (1999), then you probably remember this iconic scene.
- Lately, I have been thinking about the use of - literal and metaphorical - roads, paths, and gates.
You have heard before that "narrow is the gate, but wide is the path to destruction."
It also got me thinking about the nature of how we view and study history, but never have we "studied the future."
I was watching an episode of Batman Beyond, a cartoon television show that premiered on the CW network in the early 2000's. The show follows Bruce Wayne's successor, Terry McGinnis, as the new and improved futuristic batman of gotham. In the episode "Eggbaby," Terry is in a class known as "family studies", and for one of his homework assignments he and another student are required to take care of an egg-shaped baby doll, which simulates reactions of a real infant (crying, laughing, farting, etc.). It got me thinking. How would mandating a "family studies" class in high school affect teenage pregnancy and sexual promiscuity? I bet celibacy would become cool out of fear of unwanted pregnancy or sexually-transmitted diseases. Of course, their could be much more involved in family studies, or in this case, future studies such as balancing a check book, preparing taxes, signing a marriage certificate, filing for divorce, investing in property, bonds, and stock. The list could go on and on, but I hope you get my point.
Back to the MATRIX -
The blue pill represents willful ignorance, blind living, and ultimately, stupidity in the form of a pipe dream. In a lot of ways a blue-pilled person is mechanical, asleep-like, lame, gullible, arrogant and comfortable but worst of all, delusional. The blue-pilled individual lacks vision.
The red pill is reality with all its ugliness and trauma. There is no gray, simply black and white. Good or evil. Light or darkness. By one taking the red pill they are opting to "unplug" from the illusion that the Matrix sets before their eyes. Although this is a symbol used in the film, it has become a monolith for social and political analogies.
"It is a Reality that most do not want to face that comfort, convenience, “safety,” and ease are more often not the pathways that lead you to what you truly want. We know this. But instead we deceive ourselves into thinking that the compromises and the “good enoughs” we settle for are somehow what we actually wanted all along. And then all we end up with is misery and regret." - P.J. Guidera
Many movements have spawned from the red pill such as Men Going Their Own Way (#MGTOW), "Truther" youtube channels, Anonymous, Alt-Right, #BLEXIT, and many other groups and social media personalities continue to shape and push back against mainstream media, liberalism, and the "establishment." Many would consider red-piller's to be "right-wing," anarchists, radical libertarians, and militant conspiracy theorists. Although there is no affiliated religion to the red pill movement, there seems to be a unique bond between social conservatives and atheists. How did this happen? Who knows? But one thing is for sure, the issue at hand has to deal with control both physically and metaphysically.
You often hear people say, especially, on reddit, "O, he's been red-pilled." If a person isn't awake, or as some millennials say "woke," then they are viewed as the sheep being herded around and used as a utility by those in the know.
Ultimately, what we encounter with the red pill is knowledge.
But unlike our ancestors in the Garden of Eden, eating the fruit is not the same as swallowing the red pill. It's freedom, but with a heavy price - the realization that the manufactured life around us is a process of years and years of social engineering by those high up, the elite, or as famous conspiracy theorist Alex Jones would say, the Illuminati.
"Know the truth, and the truth shall set you free..."
"But you can't handle the truth!"
I can say with all humility that I have fallen victim to the red pill, and often times I think, "Why didn't I go with the blue pill." It's difficult to know when it actually happened, but in a lot of ways it happens when someone experiences a psychotic break, or trauma. Your world - that for so long you attempted to manipulate - starts to crumble and you realize that you are not in control. You are really not in control of anything. There's even a strong case for biological determinism, but that is a whole different topic that would require pages upon pages of analysis and commentary.
Well, what exactly is the red pill in real life? Unfortunately, no one can tell you what the red pill is because it comes in many different forms:
Intercourse
Drugs
The Gospel of Jesus Christ
Combat
Giving birth
Marriage
Divorce
Suicide
This list is not absolute, but they're different pathways in understanding that things are not like they should be. It's a mirror, and when looking closely at our blemishes the image dissolves and we are able to see through the lies. Thus, begins the embrace of truth and our own depravity. It is then that we become awake. It is then that we recognize our fallen state.
Shortly after, you will see patterns. Patterns in speech, behavior and in representation. It's all around us, but you have to have eyes that see and ears that hear. Otherwise, your eyes will be wide shut, and you will be sleepwalking not realizing that you are actually dead.
I may be scarred and broken, but the fire has purified me. My soul has been preserved, thanks be to God.
Now I watch and observe in silence. Be still and know.
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I made a new friend. His name is Kevin. He is a Christian who lives with schizophrenia. He is a blogger, and also a poet. If your interested in reading his blog, please visit:
https://diaryofabrokenman.home.blog/
You can also follow him on Twitter: @KevinRiddle947
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Shout-out to my man T.D. hiking his way through Utah and all the way to Arizona! Congratulations on committing to University of California, Santa Barbara (UCSB). That's amazing! Looking forward to seeing you soon and catching up.
Tyler is a Marine Corps veteran who I grew to knew during our time together with 12th Marines Regiment in Okinawa, Japan. He is currently hiking around the world waiting for school to start in September.
If you are interested in reading his blog you can find him at:
https://www.trailjournals.com/journal/entry/612351
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Pain-level: 4
Currently listening: Swing Beats [Jazz Hop / Lo Fi/ Chill Mix]
Currently reading: The Book Thief
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Mystery-link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zE7PKRjrid4
Mystery-link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRnCuUVKf8Y
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Twitter: @godsplan1989
If you are familiar with the film The Matrix (1999), then you probably remember this iconic scene.
THE RED PILL or THE BLUE PILL
- Lately, I have been thinking about the use of - literal and metaphorical - roads, paths, and gates.
You have heard before that "narrow is the gate, but wide is the path to destruction."
It also got me thinking about the nature of how we view and study history, but never have we "studied the future."
I was watching an episode of Batman Beyond, a cartoon television show that premiered on the CW network in the early 2000's. The show follows Bruce Wayne's successor, Terry McGinnis, as the new and improved futuristic batman of gotham. In the episode "Eggbaby," Terry is in a class known as "family studies", and for one of his homework assignments he and another student are required to take care of an egg-shaped baby doll, which simulates reactions of a real infant (crying, laughing, farting, etc.). It got me thinking. How would mandating a "family studies" class in high school affect teenage pregnancy and sexual promiscuity? I bet celibacy would become cool out of fear of unwanted pregnancy or sexually-transmitted diseases. Of course, their could be much more involved in family studies, or in this case, future studies such as balancing a check book, preparing taxes, signing a marriage certificate, filing for divorce, investing in property, bonds, and stock. The list could go on and on, but I hope you get my point.
Back to the MATRIX -
The blue pill represents willful ignorance, blind living, and ultimately, stupidity in the form of a pipe dream. In a lot of ways a blue-pilled person is mechanical, asleep-like, lame, gullible, arrogant and comfortable but worst of all, delusional. The blue-pilled individual lacks vision.
The red pill is reality with all its ugliness and trauma. There is no gray, simply black and white. Good or evil. Light or darkness. By one taking the red pill they are opting to "unplug" from the illusion that the Matrix sets before their eyes. Although this is a symbol used in the film, it has become a monolith for social and political analogies.
"It is a Reality that most do not want to face that comfort, convenience, “safety,” and ease are more often not the pathways that lead you to what you truly want. We know this. But instead we deceive ourselves into thinking that the compromises and the “good enoughs” we settle for are somehow what we actually wanted all along. And then all we end up with is misery and regret." - P.J. Guidera
Many movements have spawned from the red pill such as Men Going Their Own Way (#MGTOW), "Truther" youtube channels, Anonymous, Alt-Right, #BLEXIT, and many other groups and social media personalities continue to shape and push back against mainstream media, liberalism, and the "establishment." Many would consider red-piller's to be "right-wing," anarchists, radical libertarians, and militant conspiracy theorists. Although there is no affiliated religion to the red pill movement, there seems to be a unique bond between social conservatives and atheists. How did this happen? Who knows? But one thing is for sure, the issue at hand has to deal with control both physically and metaphysically.
You often hear people say, especially, on reddit, "O, he's been red-pilled." If a person isn't awake, or as some millennials say "woke," then they are viewed as the sheep being herded around and used as a utility by those in the know.
Ultimately, what we encounter with the red pill is knowledge.
But unlike our ancestors in the Garden of Eden, eating the fruit is not the same as swallowing the red pill. It's freedom, but with a heavy price - the realization that the manufactured life around us is a process of years and years of social engineering by those high up, the elite, or as famous conspiracy theorist Alex Jones would say, the Illuminati.
"Know the truth, and the truth shall set you free..."
"But you can't handle the truth!"
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I can say with all humility that I have fallen victim to the red pill, and often times I think, "Why didn't I go with the blue pill." It's difficult to know when it actually happened, but in a lot of ways it happens when someone experiences a psychotic break, or trauma. Your world - that for so long you attempted to manipulate - starts to crumble and you realize that you are not in control. You are really not in control of anything. There's even a strong case for biological determinism, but that is a whole different topic that would require pages upon pages of analysis and commentary.
Well, what exactly is the red pill in real life? Unfortunately, no one can tell you what the red pill is because it comes in many different forms:
Intercourse
Drugs
The Gospel of Jesus Christ
Combat
Giving birth
Marriage
Divorce
Suicide
This list is not absolute, but they're different pathways in understanding that things are not like they should be. It's a mirror, and when looking closely at our blemishes the image dissolves and we are able to see through the lies. Thus, begins the embrace of truth and our own depravity. It is then that we become awake. It is then that we recognize our fallen state.
Shortly after, you will see patterns. Patterns in speech, behavior and in representation. It's all around us, but you have to have eyes that see and ears that hear. Otherwise, your eyes will be wide shut, and you will be sleepwalking not realizing that you are actually dead.
Dead.
I may be scarred and broken, but the fire has purified me. My soul has been preserved, thanks be to God.
Now I watch and observe in silence. Be still and know.
"It's only after we have lost everything that we are free to do anything."
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I made a new friend. His name is Kevin. He is a Christian who lives with schizophrenia. He is a blogger, and also a poet. If your interested in reading his blog, please visit:
https://diaryofabrokenman.home.blog/
You can also follow him on Twitter: @KevinRiddle947
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Shout-out to my man T.D. hiking his way through Utah and all the way to Arizona! Congratulations on committing to University of California, Santa Barbara (UCSB). That's amazing! Looking forward to seeing you soon and catching up.
Tyler is a Marine Corps veteran who I grew to knew during our time together with 12th Marines Regiment in Okinawa, Japan. He is currently hiking around the world waiting for school to start in September.
If you are interested in reading his blog you can find him at:
https://www.trailjournals.com/journal/entry/612351
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Pain-level: 4
Currently listening: Swing Beats [Jazz Hop / Lo Fi/ Chill Mix]
Currently reading: The Book Thief
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Mystery-link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zE7PKRjrid4
Mystery-link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRnCuUVKf8Y
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Twitter: @godsplan1989
Saturday, May 4, 2019
Cultivating Self Awareness
How do we realize who we are if we do not know what we are actually doing?
Forgiveness
We say things, but often times they do not match-up with our actions. We are broken, scattered, double-minded. We are weak. However, there is a way to find out. There is a way to know.
Forgiveness.
Pay attention to others reactions. Pay attention to their bodies, their gestures. Pay close attention. Listen. Do not be quick to judge, but be vigilant to understand. It all started in the home. It all starts inside your temple, your closet. Dig deep.
Try this exercise: Turn off your cell-phone. Turn off your computer and listen. Sit in a chair in the upright position. Do not slouch. Lay your hands down by your stomach, right in front of your bellybutton. Allow your hands to relax and rest on your quadriceps. Now slowly, touch your fingertips one-by-one with your thumbs.
One...Two...Three...Four
1...2...3...4
Be still.
Now close your eyes...
(You will feel weird at first because you see nothing but darkness. It's okay. Just be still and know. Do not judge the thoughts that come to you, just observe them. Do not have an opinion about your thoughts, just watch them as they try to invade. Stay seated, relax and allow the Spirit of Truth to be revealed. It's in you. It's written on your heart. Give it five to 10 minutes.)
I have practiced this exercise for the last few days, and I'm experiencing a peace I never have before. It is not a mood nor a feeling. It is tranquility. It is stillness of the soul. Believe it. Receive it.
We have to forgive our fathers and mothers. They did the best they could, but like us, they were in a fallen state.
Forgive them for they do not know what they do.
Do not apologize for the hurt that is, or was inside of you. Just forgive them. The anger, the fear and the doubt will go away. But you have to confront it, so go to your mother and father and forgive them. They might not understand, and some might even believe they did nothing wrong. That's not the point. The goal is releasing the past that shaped your present nature. You can overcome this.
I know this because I did it. I forgave my father. I forgave my mother. Now I am free. I have overcome the lie that for the last 10 years was plaguing my mind, and destroying my spirit. Anger. Fear. Doubt. Now you can overcome it too by:
Forgiveness.
Summon the courage from within and ask your closest friends or family to tell you about yourself. It sounds strange, but you need to know the dark part of you that is keeping you away from freedom. Ask them to reveal those parts of you that are nasty, evil, and then you will have begun cultivating self awareness.
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I want to wish my little brother Jake a happy birthday!
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Pain-level: 2
Currently listening: Whole Heart - Hillsong United
Currently reading: The Book Thief
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Mystery-link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2LFTlWVkiA
Mystery-link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=auaZ7XDjiWA&t=81s
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Twitter: @godsplan1989
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Forgiveness
We say things, but often times they do not match-up with our actions. We are broken, scattered, double-minded. We are weak. However, there is a way to find out. There is a way to know.
Forgiveness.
Pay attention to others reactions. Pay attention to their bodies, their gestures. Pay close attention. Listen. Do not be quick to judge, but be vigilant to understand. It all started in the home. It all starts inside your temple, your closet. Dig deep.
Try this exercise: Turn off your cell-phone. Turn off your computer and listen. Sit in a chair in the upright position. Do not slouch. Lay your hands down by your stomach, right in front of your bellybutton. Allow your hands to relax and rest on your quadriceps. Now slowly, touch your fingertips one-by-one with your thumbs.
One...Two...Three...Four
1...2...3...4
Be still.
Now close your eyes...
(You will feel weird at first because you see nothing but darkness. It's okay. Just be still and know. Do not judge the thoughts that come to you, just observe them. Do not have an opinion about your thoughts, just watch them as they try to invade. Stay seated, relax and allow the Spirit of Truth to be revealed. It's in you. It's written on your heart. Give it five to 10 minutes.)
I have practiced this exercise for the last few days, and I'm experiencing a peace I never have before. It is not a mood nor a feeling. It is tranquility. It is stillness of the soul. Believe it. Receive it.
We have to forgive our fathers and mothers. They did the best they could, but like us, they were in a fallen state.
Forgive them for they do not know what they do.
Do not apologize for the hurt that is, or was inside of you. Just forgive them. The anger, the fear and the doubt will go away. But you have to confront it, so go to your mother and father and forgive them. They might not understand, and some might even believe they did nothing wrong. That's not the point. The goal is releasing the past that shaped your present nature. You can overcome this.
I know this because I did it. I forgave my father. I forgave my mother. Now I am free. I have overcome the lie that for the last 10 years was plaguing my mind, and destroying my spirit. Anger. Fear. Doubt. Now you can overcome it too by:
Forgiveness.
Summon the courage from within and ask your closest friends or family to tell you about yourself. It sounds strange, but you need to know the dark part of you that is keeping you away from freedom. Ask them to reveal those parts of you that are nasty, evil, and then you will have begun cultivating self awareness.
Self awareness begins with the destruction of the ego.
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I want to wish my little brother Jake a happy birthday!
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Pain-level: 2
Currently listening: Whole Heart - Hillsong United
Currently reading: The Book Thief
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Mystery-link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2LFTlWVkiA
Mystery-link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=auaZ7XDjiWA&t=81s
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Twitter: @godsplan1989
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Wednesday, April 17, 2019
The Miracle of Resurrection
A year ago today I lit myself on fire. I should have died, but my body and spirit didn't give up on me. I was in a coma for weeks, and in the hospital for four months. 85% of my body was burnt. The tendons in my fingers were burned, so I can no longer bend them like a normal person. I lost half of my left ear, and most of my skin is scarred. There are only a few parts of my old skin that remains. It's a reminder of the past. It's crazy to think that I am alive today typing this now.
To rise like the Phoenix from the ashes.
Life is now different. My body has transformed. No longer can I hide the pain. No longer can I run from the truth. I was blind, but now I see. My scars are everywhere. Like a full body tattoo, you can see them on my arms, neck, legs, toes and my face. They are mine, and I have grown to love them. I am learning to love myself the way God sees me. I am learning to ask for help. "No man is an island." One of my old professors told me that. I'll never forget it.
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.
You cannot reason with madness. It has no boundaries. It has no rules. It has no logic. It has no beginning, nor an end. It is nothing. It is fruitless. It is meaningless. You cannot debate it. You cannot fix it. You cannot possess it, but it can possess you. Insanity is like jumping off a bridge expecting to fly when you fully understand that you cannot do such a thing. The curse of creativity is not the ability to create, but the the inability to not create. We must. The blessing is that you can read this. You can share it. You can like it. That is the gift.
Moving forward I hope to help others in whichever way I can. I don't know yet what that means, but if I can help one person from making such a life-altering decision, I think that would give me reason to believe that this event in my life can be viewed as a "good" thing. I didn't realize the impact I had on people until I saw the GoFundMe page that was set up on my behalf. Wow! Incredible! I'm forever grateful.
I'm still working through a lot of things. I'm still recovering, but I'm getting help. I'm getting the help I so desperately needed years ago.
Thank you for reading.
Happy Resurrection!
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Pain-level: 3
Currently listening: JRE episode #543
Currently reading: You Are What You Think
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Mystery-link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BZlyxS37Kk
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@godsplan1989
Thursday, April 4, 2019
Poem #7
Glimpse of Heaven
There are moments in life
On Earth
Where one can catch a glimpse
Of Heaven
As the sun breaks the horizon
As the water
Descends and falls,
As the stars
Spring across the sky
One can catch a glimpse
Sounds like crickets screeching
Sounds like babies laughter
Sounds like echoes of whales crying
One can catch a glimpse
But how about its touch?
How can imagination lead us to its feeling?
Perhaps a warm hug
Or
The drizzle of rain on a run the hills
However far the imagination may stretch
However grand the experience or adventure
There are moments in life
When one can catch
A Glimpse of Heaven
#NationalPoetryMonth #PoemADay #GlimpseOfHeaven
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If you are having trouble sleeping at night, or would like something to listen to at the end of the day, please check out this video. You'll find it soothing and at some point even funny. Enjoy!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=trfHP5LHVNY
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Pain-level: 3
Currently listening: Jordan Peterson Ghost Stories via Youtube
Currently reading: You Are What You Think written by David Stoop
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@godsplan1989
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
Forward March!
On the second floor of my Mom's house near the kitchen, you can see right outside the patio window. There's a small grass plain where one of the locals is building a home, perhaps a small fort. It's in the beginning stages. The fence lining is up, and the rocks, which I believe he is going to use for cement, are piled up in the center. Some days he'll leave his horse anchored on some sort of leash, or cord. The horse is beautiful. It's tall, big and strong. However, this is not what initially caught my gaze. It was its attitude. It was the animal's grace. It didn't fight its situation. It didn't bite the leash. It didn't pull on it either; Instead, it would lie down, and sometimes it would toss and turn playing in the grass. One day he lied and napped on the flower bed patiently waiting for its owner. It knew and trusted that he would come back. He did. Rarely do we get to experience these moments - -
More often we are bombarded by texts, ambushed with emails, fretting over deadlines, anxious over the anticipation of a meeting, stressing over rent and electric bills, and the list goes on and on and on...
Recovery is something else...
It's slow. There is no clock, but your body. Everything is on pause, while the rest of world, it seems, is on resume. Go! You, however, must stay. It's mandatory patience. Wait, wait, wait, and wait some more. It's like finishing a painting and standing still to watch it as it dries on the canvas. It is like watching the teakettle as you mediate on the spout waiting for its whistle, waiting for the steam. Wait, wait, wait, and wait some more. No alarm necessary. Stay. Heal. Wait.
On Monday, I spoke with two #burnsurvivors. Although our stories are different the results are the same. We are changed, we are altered. I am reminded of the myth of the Phoenix. In Greek mythology, the phoenix (bird) regenerates in cycles. From out of the ashes, the phoenix takes on a new form from its predecessor. Likewise, so does the burn survivor. We are born again, physically and spiritually, like Jesus of Nazareth, the Messianic savior of the lost world. In my conversations with #burnsurvivors we talk about recovery, our perceptions of the world and their's on us, and our look into the future. Next month will be my one year anniversary. One of the guys calls it my "alive day," while the other hinted at it being the day I was saved. "You should be dead, but your body and your spirit did not allow you to," Chris declared. Matthew suggested that I celebrate it (April 16th) as it is the day I survived the most horrific pain known to man. My sister says "It's bitter-sweet. It's the day that many of us grieved and felt something deep and tragic, but now it's a day that we celebrate your survival. I know it's cliche, but it's true. This is truly the most bitter-sweet thing I have experienced."
As I approach my one year anniversary, I think about progress. I think about the future. "Now what?" I ask out loud. Haha!
Many ideas come to mind: Art teacher, Uber Driver, or maybe some type of counselor. I don't know God's plans nor am I trying to figure them out. It's funny, there's a small poster on my wall with the scripture Jeremiah 29:11. I can't remember where I saw this, but once my sister and I went shopping and somewhere we saw for sale a journal/calendar with "For I know the plans I have for you" on the cover. It's ironic, isn't it? We can plan all we want, but we really don't have much control in how things turn out. We may have an expectation in our heads, but it always seems like reality is different. I wonder if Bill Gates knew one day he'd be a billionaire, or if Rick Warren knew he'd one day be a mega-church pastor. I wonder.
One thing I know is that right now the Sixers are playing Boston. If you can please pray for JJ Reddick and his defense against Marcus Smart that would be greatly appreciated.
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Take a look at my friend Tyler's trail journals:
http://www.trailjournals.com/journal/23319
Tyler Reiser is a fellow Marine veteran who is currently traveling and hiking around the world. He plans on finishing his education in California next year, and I'm praying that him and I can reconnect in San Diego. Praying for you my dude! Keeping walking and enjoying nature. Foward...March!
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Pain-level: 3
Currently reading: 12 Rules to Life: An Antidote to Chaos
Currently listening: LoFi House Mix 1996 by Katarakt
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@godsplan1989
More often we are bombarded by texts, ambushed with emails, fretting over deadlines, anxious over the anticipation of a meeting, stressing over rent and electric bills, and the list goes on and on and on...
Recovery is something else...
It's slow. There is no clock, but your body. Everything is on pause, while the rest of world, it seems, is on resume. Go! You, however, must stay. It's mandatory patience. Wait, wait, wait, and wait some more. It's like finishing a painting and standing still to watch it as it dries on the canvas. It is like watching the teakettle as you mediate on the spout waiting for its whistle, waiting for the steam. Wait, wait, wait, and wait some more. No alarm necessary. Stay. Heal. Wait.
On Monday, I spoke with two #burnsurvivors. Although our stories are different the results are the same. We are changed, we are altered. I am reminded of the myth of the Phoenix. In Greek mythology, the phoenix (bird) regenerates in cycles. From out of the ashes, the phoenix takes on a new form from its predecessor. Likewise, so does the burn survivor. We are born again, physically and spiritually, like Jesus of Nazareth, the Messianic savior of the lost world. In my conversations with #burnsurvivors we talk about recovery, our perceptions of the world and their's on us, and our look into the future. Next month will be my one year anniversary. One of the guys calls it my "alive day," while the other hinted at it being the day I was saved. "You should be dead, but your body and your spirit did not allow you to," Chris declared. Matthew suggested that I celebrate it (April 16th) as it is the day I survived the most horrific pain known to man. My sister says "It's bitter-sweet. It's the day that many of us grieved and felt something deep and tragic, but now it's a day that we celebrate your survival. I know it's cliche, but it's true. This is truly the most bitter-sweet thing I have experienced."
As I approach my one year anniversary, I think about progress. I think about the future. "Now what?" I ask out loud. Haha!
Many ideas come to mind: Art teacher, Uber Driver, or maybe some type of counselor. I don't know God's plans nor am I trying to figure them out. It's funny, there's a small poster on my wall with the scripture Jeremiah 29:11. I can't remember where I saw this, but once my sister and I went shopping and somewhere we saw for sale a journal/calendar with "For I know the plans I have for you" on the cover. It's ironic, isn't it? We can plan all we want, but we really don't have much control in how things turn out. We may have an expectation in our heads, but it always seems like reality is different. I wonder if Bill Gates knew one day he'd be a billionaire, or if Rick Warren knew he'd one day be a mega-church pastor. I wonder.
One thing I know is that right now the Sixers are playing Boston. If you can please pray for JJ Reddick and his defense against Marcus Smart that would be greatly appreciated.
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Take a look at my friend Tyler's trail journals:
http://www.trailjournals.com/journal/23319
Tyler Reiser is a fellow Marine veteran who is currently traveling and hiking around the world. He plans on finishing his education in California next year, and I'm praying that him and I can reconnect in San Diego. Praying for you my dude! Keeping walking and enjoying nature. Foward...March!
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Pain-level: 3
Currently reading: 12 Rules to Life: An Antidote to Chaos
Currently listening: LoFi House Mix 1996 by Katarakt
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@godsplan1989
Tuesday, February 5, 2019
Superbowl Sunday, Javier, and Reflexive Writing
Right now the superbowl is on and my brother Samuel and my step-dad Javier are watching the game. Mom is in her office watching her favorite novella.
After spending a week in the states for doctor's appointments, physical therapy, and the Lakers/Sixers game (January 29th), I have returned home. Once again getting back in the routine of resting, mediating, and writing. I'll admit for the past 10 days I experienced something I believed to be a myth - writer's block. When other writers expressed this stumbling block in their life I thought they were lazy and undisciplined. However, it's true, I can now attest to it. It exists. The ideas came fast, but the body was stuck. Like a statue I sat their daydreaming into oblivion while trying my best to stay comfortable and relaxed.
"I'm still here," I thought. "That's all that matters."
I could feel the shadow of my past persona reminding me of what was and what could have been. Even in my own house I started to withdrawal.
"Is this depression?"
It was settling in, but now I could identify it. Another veteran explained to me that one of the signs of depression is avoidance. When she began to avoid feelings, avoid self-care and eventually avoid people, she knew she entered into a cycle of depression. Avoidance and withdrawal are also indicators of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD).
There are moments, however, that can impact and improve someone's mood. For instance, Javier, a calm but charismatic individual, saw me writing the rough draft for this blog (I write it on paper and then type it).
"Todavia puedes escribir bien?" You can still write well? He asked.
"Necessitas descubrir nuevas formas." You need to discover new ways (to use my hands), I said.
Lo bueno es que todavia puedes. The good thing is you still can [write].
Javier returned to the kitchen and as promised, began to cook me two carnitas tacos...I love this man!
I guess I got lucky because most people do not have good relationships with their step-parents.
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There's five minutes left in the second quarter, and the New England Patriots are beating the Los Angeles Rams three to zero - Noticed how I spelled it out.
; )
I never was into football, but I did always enjoy the energy of a super bowl party, especially the free food and drinks.
This year was different. This particular Sunday was quiet and tranquil. As I sat at the kitchen table, I looked out the patio window and there was Jose, an elderly bearded man, walking down the dirt road with his loyal dog just a few paces ahead of him sniffing the ground for scraps. Some might say he is a sad miserable man. No steady job, no wife or kids, just him and the beast. I see something else. A free man walking with God and his most loyal creature enjoying the sunset.
Patriots win again...Don't care.
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Now two days later, I'm back typing away and moving forward waiting for the next moment of peace, joy and inspiration. I have learned through the end of last week and the beginning of this day that inspiration can come from others, but it can also manifest from within. Whether it be a song, an inspiration quote, or a scene from a movie, the creativity is all around us it just takes the discerning person to feel them. Listen to your body. Listen to your heart. Listen to your spirit.
Just so you know I have taken another step in my craft and passion. I am now a member of #WritersDigest. I read somewhere that if you spend money on something you are passionate about you are more likely to invest in that activity long term. Like a gym membership or piano lessons, the individual is taking a step of faith in their abilities; to further strengthen their mind, or in this instance the craft. Ten bucks isn't that much anyways, so I can't fail that hard, right? In the upcoming months I will be submitting some of my poetry, and hopefully soon some samples from my first novel Burnt Toast.
With just 30 minutes until the Philadelphia 76er's game against the Toronto Raptors, I have enough time to stuff my face with some home made Mexican food.
Thank you for reading
- M
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P.S. Michael D. Goodrich is another burn survivor I met through the #BurnInstitute. Today he shared with me some of his music. It's described as "Acoustic Americana Country". Please like, comment and share with your circle of friends.
Michael D. Goodrich
http://michaelgoodrichmusic.com/
https://soundcloud.com/michael-d-goodrich
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Currently reading: 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos
Currently listening: Michael D. Goodrich
Pain-level: 4
@Godsplan1989
@Godsplan1989
Thursday, January 24, 2019
Poem #76
A Few Good Men
There are a few good men I know
Special, distinct
In many ways like Super Heroes or Angels
Childish, know I
But they are magnificent,
Triumphant in so many ways
They are my friends,
But in a season past they were my mentors and leaders
Guiding me in the personal while impacting me as the professional
But as the tides came and gone and age settled in, years have taken us
The edges of the ensignia slowly chipped away
And although we have taken different paths
There remains still in my mind a remnant
Contact we still have
They call
They write
They wait
To meet again
So, it is not farewell, but rather an anticipation of reunion
For our goodbyes are only temporary and seldom forever
First, Brandon
The ever-so determined warrior
Anxious for combat, and desperate for attention
He neglects diminutive responsibilities, but accepts every near-impossible challenge and feat
Then, Gregory
The mob's favorite
With nicknames like Father Gregorian and Big Juice
He possesses many talents and gifts,
But his respect for the human condition remains his top virtue
Next, Pablo
With his uber-fast ramblings and tourette-like mannerisms
He loves to love and always needs to touch
A father now on the mountain top with his son
We laugh with him and remember him even when it is outrageous
After, there is Tyler
Inquisitive and moving, He always rises to the occasion
Underwater and at the highest peak
Looking at the horizon with the sun
The mystic and the skeptic all-in-one
Do not forget the artist,
Before the Warrior
Kirkham his Last, and Luke his First
The humble servant now outcast
Traveler of nations, and Seeker of Truths
And Shilo,
Calculating and Analyzing even the smallest detail
Nothing will go uninspected if the mind is to be applied
Even at his own demise, the man will always sacrifice
Himself in the interest of the Other
Finally, Brad
The proud and motivating Jester
He is loud, but he is Wise
Choosing carefully when to present himself as the Grand Rhetoric of success
An intellect, an extrovert, and an inventor of many futurist concepts
There are many more movers, but in this time I reflect on the few
A Few Good Men
#Marines
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Currently reading: 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos
Currently listening: Chainsmokers - Sickboy
Pain-level: 3
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@Godsplan1989
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