We Can ALL “Witness”

Belief, from the simple query…
“the psychological state in which an individual holds a proposition or premise to be true. Contents. 1 Belief, knowledge and epistemology”…

Belief, from the “white coated” I HAVE UH De-gree/ cree…
“Even if YOU don’t know what faith you are, Belief-O-Matic TM knows”…

Belief is an ACTION, taken or not so. It can be held in ones hand but, most of us “carry” it in RESERVE.

Today is the designated date of observance for Martin Luther King. An amazing collective of names to be the verbal identifiers for a child that would be remembered for the BELIEF he carried on his person. The “funny” thing of this is that though a Man-of-God for the “trials and tribulations” he’d suffer there will be NO ‘FAITH’, NO RELIGION, ( Not even the one that ORDAINED him.), that WILL hold “SPECIAL COUNCILS” to cloak his shoulder with the “ETERNAL” “MARTYR”… OR ‘SAINT’ moniker.

The history of the WHO’S that became the guide torches for our pathways to “ONENESS” lived too long ago for a “tele-conference”, and I don’t know anybody that has as direct a connection as Buddah, Jesus, Muhammad or ENOCH. We hear the ways of those that are read about on Saturdays and Sundays B.E.L.I.E.V.I.N.G. their words and actions. Yet, just FORTY YEARS is the total distance of time between the “MURTYRDOM” of an AMERICAN who DIDthe EXACT requirements.
But, the LESSON IS even though “we’ve” those WORDS, and the DEEDS… for some “STRANGE” reason those WORDS, those ACTIONS, THOSE FEATS, have been scrambled. Just in a few SHORT YEARS.
We can all “WITNESS”, but can we remember, then COMPLETELY retell the EVENTS… as they really happened? As they were really said?

 

Mysterious Ways

It’s bizarre,we “try” to live “as”…
We see or read about the IDIOCIES the world over and fail to train our thoughts on WHAT “someone” is alerting us to. This isn’t to be some lengthy diatribe on “GOOD/ BAD”, this IS just a quick “bit-O-LIGHT” that makes you turn your head… And SEE that child coming out of their driveway without LOOKING.
This is what’s happening ALL AROUND US. And it IS time that we respond CORRECTLY.
I’m just going to send you to one of the better trained/ educated purveyors of information so that YOU may see the ‘point’ to this blurt.
(The reason that the initial article is “as” is for the HISTORY of that which follows. It’s the view of the event that set the motion TO RECOVERY…The “MYSTERIOUS WAY”)

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2084902/Tony-Corrente-Veteran-NFL-referee

-diagnosed-cancer-fierce-Ravens-Steelers-brawl.html)
You’ll have to “cursor-COPY” into the proper window MY os doesn’t java for the “new kids on the block”/ the “fox” trots, no sprinting anymore.
Enjoy the “lesson”/”thought-post”. Growth and (some) Direction.

Be WELL!

“At the beginning”…

 

ENJOY This Day

Appreciate this given you
it just could be “the LAST”
breathe in real deep, get a good sleep
take greatness in your grasp

Look over at your neighbor
no matter near or far
they just may need that simple spark
to raise them where you are

a sip of some CLEAN water
satisfying taste of grains
and knowing “education”
is more than boxed in brains

to know that this world’s history
has writers you can’t count
and those that are down on their knees
three names one maker shout

And, so I pause not say adieu
the end’s not here quite yet
just look around and you’ll have found
that this moment is a fete

 

So Be It = Amen

good morning, you who created the this that I can only watch. you’ve allowed me to run rip-shod through this “life” only punishing my actions in the smallest of ways. and, so few times.
you gave me “intelligence” shackled to the twin of mental illness. they pull the same way too little often. and, we know that the latter born outgrows the elder. but, I do thank you for giving the elder more energy to offset the stealth of the “grand infant”.
my request is that the elder of my self may be allowed to present, at least, one of the innovations to this place you’ve set me. even though this place doesn’t want me in it. this “gift” is for those that can use the assistance to become more whole, to be able to gather the necessary tools to rebuild what’s left of their lives.
i call and write those that are positioned to guide me to those that have been seeking such tools but, it seems that this world’s rotation has sped itself to the point that they keep missing me standing at the door. i sincerely hope that they aren’t ignoring me. i don’t know how much time is left for any of us, and some say we’re close to the thread’s end cut.
i haven’t much else to ask only that you’ll make someone quicker of vision, to look through the front pane. to be more willing to accept proffered help with their neighborhood and yard.
to be ale to help is all i ask. if what i have isn’t what you want me to give why did you place it in front of me ? i can only give what you’ve placed within me. those things that are selfish aren’t worth anything.
may i do something for YOUR WORLD before i have to leave !?!

 

GIFTS of a LIFETIME

There are currently 374,268 registered Bloggers, at WordPress.com, that tell, or relate, the things that cross into the path of any of their “five” senses. When any of us decide to visit someone’s site we do so for many individual reasons. The writer has just finished a piece and is displayed through the CATAGORY section that we’ve been placed. Or, someone has taken the time to let us know how our article has affected their visit’s thoughts, ( Although those that seek to find cheap advertising have found a way to waste the Blogger’s time.), and sprinkle those galactically “tiny” encouragements, be they “pro or con”. This medium of the Internet has allowed so many to gossip, teach, rant, console, scare, review a favorite movie… “Et Cetera, ET cetera, ET CETERA”,( The King and I.)… that if we really wanted to “WE” could find a way to make this world’s PEOPLE a WORLD of PEOPLE that actually worked TOGETHER. WHO KNOWS what that BANTU has for Bjorn?
So, what of those that haven’t, didn’t, WOULDN’T “find” the “ELECTRONIC HIGHWAY” the ‘guilded pathway’ that so many “worship”? THEY are the ones that I believe are “too busy DOING” to waste a step to a GREATNESS…

VIVIAN MAIER was such a Human, BEING, getting out into the World that kissed her on her forehead, in her youth, and held its hand up to whatever was outside Vivian’s doors.
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vivian_Maier)

For all that we “do” with this communicational tool, with its ablilities to transform, translate… “TRANSMOGRIFY”… the things that it does it IS, ALWAYS, a blessing that there are those that have been TOO BUSY, to find as many INSTANCES of HUMANNESS that THEIR time here will allow.And, to take JUST ENOUGH of that allotment to “ENTOMB” their works safely enough that a “LORENZO” CROFT,
( http://womensvoicesforchange.org/tag/john-maloof), may FIND said tomb to bring this world…GIFTS of a LIFETIME.
Vivian Maier gave this world a better insight into its parts …

…
She couldn’t just sit and watch the world go bye after a “fragrant” cup of ‘Coco’. She knew that “pretty” was PASSE’.
These GIFTS would have lasted into many more lives if Mr. Maloof hadn’t been led to them so quickly, the medium of FILM is being lost to modern things, as is everything “electronically saved” today, “FILM”, ( As ALL other types to preserve “THAT that has been before”.), should be continued so that there may be more moments that “we” can register a moment in TIME.

 

The Desktop “Service”

This was written on Sunday November 20, 2011…it was the FIRST focused thought as I was conscious.
There’s a new blog in the stable, that makes nine, it’s “prosetry” only and it’s called linebyline at bythemetre.wordpress.com. I couldn’t dump everything on it at once so the following is what it’s to be “about”. Hopefully, you’ll find it worthy.

there’s something “out there” when we feel weak
intelligence for what we seek
the “ONE” that made all this possible
was tired of voids, so filled it full
with thoughts so small we’ll never find
made living things from fertile brines
who created strange as beautiful
made new creations, the old Time culls
this unknown gift we call as ‘GOD’
may be “HIS” kind’s child, they applaud
OUR time is learning, failures many
so, what are YOUR thoughts, here’s a penny

 

Tools to Exceed Our Reach

I’ve been trying to get funding to produce a uniquely everyday item to help raise funds for medical RESEARCH of various diseases for the past SEVEN years. Contacts have reached Senators and Congressional representatives, they’re condescendingly quick to shuttle me to any “arm” that can “NOT’ also do as much as it/ they can… lists and forms find their way into too many “CIRCULAR FILES”, (trash cans.).
And, with so much of Television advertising dollars pasting organizations’ agendas during EVERY major sporting event one would be led to believe that these entities would welcome something significant enough to, (HINT!), wrap around the wrists of the public the organization IS ALSO seeking financial help from. ENTIRE ‘ASSOCIATIONS’ that tout that they have banded to distribute MULTI-MILLIONS of CURRENCIES to make sure that a child at St. Jude’s won’t feel guilty, as an ADULT, for being so ill that the bills take away the family ‘stead. Or that the official State Tree of “Good Morning, in JAPANESE, continues to find ways to provide more [BIRTHDAYS] to MORE PATIENTS.
I realize that I can’t be angry with these ‘folks’, the “world” is filling its “mattresses” at an alarming rate. So, I bring the ensuing thought to bare…

Kites rise HIGHEST
AGAINST a WIND… not WITH it.

With that, my closing words are a reminder of a children’s story where a Chicken asks the assistance of “friends” to create food. Planting, weeding, watering, pruning, cutting, winnowing, threshing, grinding, sifting, kneading, baking. “Friends” were EXTREMELY willing to join in on the EATING part of the exercise. I hope that isn’t the action here… BUT, I’ll see if I can reach the Troposphere. I’d like for my Mother to see her Great-Grand Childrens’ BIRTHDAYS, and I’ve got a TOOL to help.

 

The Recognition

I asked a friend to write about his journey through “recovery”. This is an excerpt of the gathering of “truths” and RECOGNITIONS.

…It’s not facing life on “Life’s” terms, that’s what we don’t want to talk about. Or CAN’T.And, then, life is beautifully disrupted and I see all the serendipitous moments have been orchestrated I stand in awe. Farther than I could imagine I would ever be and, closer to the knowledge of the need to be led instead of ‘LEAD’. In my inability to be “UNDERSTOOD”, and a desire to UNDERSTAND.
Where are you GOD!?! What am I to learn from my own PRIDE!?! Why, when I don’t know what to FEEL, do I choose PAIN? Is it self inflicted, or am I just being DISIPLINED? When I’m not willing to change You always give me options. It’s never cut and dried, You give me the choice of the outcome but, You are there to fill me back up again when I run empty. But, never until I come to the point that I can’t do this on my own and admit to myself, (And, really to others.). Because, public acknowledgement is the true form of confession. Anything less is autonomous. And to confess publicly is the truest form of PRAISE that I let people know. I can NOT do this by my own…

The chapters to follow are not known to the “owner” of this Blog, but the AUTHOR, (Jay Jacks) is LIVING them as you read.

 

Tuesday: June 21, 2011

Two-Thousand years ago there were WARS and rumors of WARS. Today is, too much, like the wisdom of [ the \'TEACHER\']. But, no matter the date, or year, the symphony by birds and bugs is the treat of the Earth at this stage of its chasing time and “Protocol”.
ALL children jump higher. All “old folks” remember when they could do it better.
Sometimes the symphony isn’t loud enough so there are those that draw the words on God’s BREATH….

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… so that smiles can touch everyone’s face.

*If this doesn’t load directly to your screen I apologize. My thought was to bring some INCLUSION to this post, but it seems that I cannot bring the AMERICAN SIGN LANGUAGE folks their due. No matter, this blog is about ‘FAITH’, GROWTH and UNDERSTANDING. The time of a year where the heat stimulates our preparations of joyous renewals and patiences.

 

A Plain and Simple Request

My Grandparents attempted to raise me in a God FEARING, proper African Methodist-Episcopalian household. (I have been in the use of one drug, or another, since youth.) The fact that my Father had told me that my Mother “Was THE most RIGHTEOUS Woman he’d EVER known” added a kiloton of weight to the person that is ME.
All the “whoa is me” will not be plastered across these pixels as I try to place a description of where I NEED to redirect my “SELF”.
To make this ”short”, this is what has grown in my mind as the quest to leave the stupidity and uselessness that has plagued these fifty, (plus), years of vagueness.
To give some way-points my participation within the “Church” was only because that was the way of “The LAWS’”. Notice that. My immediate maternal family name is LAWS, and the “old time”, southern ways of WHO, and WHAT is GOD, His Son, along with the “COMMON” everyday behaviors were the mold that could NOT be broken. So, as I did, (from a VERY early age.), the rule of FORGIVENESS allowed me to build a persona that is KILLING me.
More than anything I have been selfishly trying to “be” the “Good Son”. To no avail. By “teachers” whose lessons were incomplete because they were ALL without the substance of providing for the INNER FOUNDATION that shapes the outer presentation… “You are on the outside what you are on the inside”. So, now I’ve come to an emmence chasm in the road of “remaking” me.
I DO know that we did NOT create our selves, therefore “WHO” DID must be able to provide the instructions of handling this LIFE with the ability to do so in a way that makes for me to be a better PART OF “LIFE”. In that the term/ word/ ACTION of BELIEF is what is lacking. TRUST is how BELIEF is fed. And how it exercises to GROW into the Sequoia of a soul.
I’ve been told, (through reading and therapy.), that a “spiritual experience” can, and will, strip me of the “defects” of the character that is the me that’s flawed. I can attest that this fact is true, in that I’ve witnessed it. The experience isn’t here yet, though I’ve, (quasi),been working toward it.
With that said I have this thought to cast into the world of FAITH. Since God gave man-kind FREEWILL isn’t it possible for “THE SEEKER”, (the one looking to achieve/ receive that ULTIMATE closeness to being the best person possible.), to CHOOSE NOT to have FREEWILL !?! To give it up because it isn’t what is best for them. During this time on Earth, then whatever comes after the casing stops functioning. If this posit IS possible, to have THAT choice, why aren’t we allowed to have such available to us ? And, if it IS, why haven’t we been provided such !?! ( I’m SURE that “some” of the random notes of the “holy” Ecuminical scribes could have left been left with a “few” important ‘truths’ illegible.)
As much as I “enjoy” this world I don’t enjoy what part I’ve done IN it, and TO it. All I want is to perform the basics we’ve been provided. To raise my own food. To live within a shelter that functions frugally. To be able to power my self a distance upon the surface of a lake, stream or ocean. To witness the happy timbre of someone speaking without stress, or ANGER.( To be able to understand, forgive, and show them the avenue to ease the situation.)
To be able to enjoy the voice that made US possible without turning to hide.
THAT IS what I ask of GOD. To exercise my FREE WILL of NOT having such EVER again.
For ME. THAT is the choice of MY FREEWILL. That is my PLAIN and SIMPLE REQUEST.
The greatest question of this IS… WOULD the CREATOR accept this CHOICE ?

 

Sunday School Lessons

A friend who’s three daughters are so very different,as people, but acutely SISTERS related this GEM of them.

This past Sunday, (March 13, 20110), the Mother was taxiing the latter two-thirds of the brood when she noticed this lesson of “faith” from the middle child to her “little” sister. ( Their ages are 7 and 5. Sara, the intellectual and Laura younger, being extremely demonstrative.)

Lara: “I’m scared of the Devil” !

Sara: ” Jesus can beat up the Devil” !

Lara: ” With a Stick” !?

Sara: ” NO !!! When the Devil knocks on the door to your heart Jesus sends the Holy Ghost to scare him away” !

Lara: ” But, Jesus DOES have a STICK ! I saw it in a picture. A stick with a HOOK” !

Sara: ” THAT’S his SHEPHERD’S HOOK, dummy! Tha’s what he beats the ‘SHEEP’  with” !

As funny as this plays it’s disturbing to think that as young as these two are that the world they’re growing up in may have more impact than WE know.

 

Oh… and how long DOES “Truth” last ?

Though not an “EXPERT” of any one subject of his world Ecclesius possessed the hunger of ways and thoughts, the accumulated makeups of “Crayola” hued inhabitants that breathed the atmosphere before, or after him… via climate or historical changes. He’d grown to the fact that any TODAY was actually YESTERDAY in different clothes. And a naked TOMORROW wearing a grimace, or smirk.

He’d read the “trilogy of the “TEACHER”, one of the stalwarts in the ancient “FIVE BOOKS” handed through a millenia of “faith masons” who kept changing the original formulas of the unseen “CHEMIST”/ Parent. The “TEACHER” began his career as the son of a Musician, himself a youth of voice and PASSION. Became bearded with the wisdoms of being afforded a grand ‘observation’ perch, then leaving the perch to wander the trail of the ‘Wind’ and the, seeming, resting place of the Sunset, until it returned the “TEACHER” gently to the doorways of his youth.

Ecclesius served much time with those who thought “better”, had an “easier”appearance, or abundances of “things”, not realizing, almost too late, that his allotment wasn’t “FOR” him alone. Everything that touched a sense was a GRAIN placed to become the PEARL of what he’d string ON HIS “THREAD” before it was completely used on the fabric of ‘Life’.

As he wrote some findings on a note-page he smiled in the knowledge that all of what he had and/ or wanted to know would be like leaves from a tree raked together at falls end… to be placed back into the EARTH to feed the wonderful crops to follow.

The “ONE” question that bothered his mind to the last was, How quick IS Gravity ?

Oh… and how long DOES “Truth” last ?