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BLAMING NEEDS WISDOM

Once a ship got caught in a violent storm. It wrecked and the waves cast it’s wrecks on the sands of the shore. Among them was a sailor who lay senseless on the beach. When he came to his senses, he cursed the sea saying, “The sea is a cheat indeed. It attracts people with it’s cool and calm waters and once they are in it’s grip, it turns furious and destroys them.”

Hearing his reproach, the sea felt pinched. But it didn’t want to trouble the sailor anymore. So, it came to the sailor in form of a damsel.

“Who are you, O lovely lady?” asked the sailor.

“I am the sea and am as lovely as you see me now. You are blaming me for the wreck but it isn’t just.”
Surprised, the sailor asked, “Who is just then?”

The sea urged, “The wreck was caused by the cruel winds that blew into gusts and gales over me and created stormy waves in my calm waters.”

The sailor had nothing to say except feeling sorry.

The End

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HE FORGAVE ME

Iwas extremely close to my grandfather when I was younger. As things started getting progressively worse than what they were between my biological father and my mother, my grandfather was someone I really looked up to as a father figure. He was extremely wise, straightforward, and despite his difficulty expressing affection (hugs, kisses), if you were a person he truly cared for and loved, he’d find a way to let you know every day. We’re very much alike, so that was never a problem and one of the reasons why I think we got along well enough to never have at least one argument.

Anyway, we were always together. I won’t sugarcoat this, so heads up. Due to the fact that my grandmother is a great pain in the *ss, after a few years my mother decided enough was enough and none of us blamed her. With even my grandfather’s understanding, we moved away, and soon it had been about 10 or so years since I last saw him and phone calls were as close as we got. I traveled and stayed with them for a month after we found out they moved out of the states, my mom and her mother seemed to patch things up then and I’ve never been happier to see him again.

That’s where I made the biggest mistake of my life.

I was ecstatic to see him again after so long, but I admit I didn’t spend enough time with him as I should have. When he passed away, of course, that’s when it caught up to me. I felt extreme sadness, and guilt. I’m not much of a religious person, but not a day went by where I didn’t wonder what he thought of me. I don’t know why, but I never actually thought of him as “gone” and I usually blamed it on my grieving, which angered me because I knew it wasn’t something he’d like, so I did my best to forget about him.

Two years went by and almost every day I still found myself thinking about him and wondering if he would forgive me for not taking the chance when I had him right in front of me after 10 or so years. I wondered if he knew I still loved him.

Long story short, I had a shiat ton of questions. That was until one night, I had a weird dream where I visited him when he was admitted in the hospital. I knew he was dead in my dream, and something told me he did too, but we never pointed it out. In my dream, he looked completely fine despite him being in a hospital bed. He even moved his legs and arms (the left side of his body was paralyzed). We had a great time, playing card and board games, we laughed and over all just had a fantastic time, and never mentioned his death. I didn’t even ask why he was there, I just took the time when I had him there. I woke up feeling refreshed and happy after years.

I actually dreamed with him again this morning, I was writing him a letter for some reason. I can’t remember what I was writing, but when I woke up, I felt as if he was with me, and for a split second I completely forgot he was dead. It’s very strange, and for some reason I feel like this is his way of telling me he forgives me. Or am I still grieving harder than I thought?

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DRIVING DOWN THE ROAD

One day I was driving down the road late at night around 11:00pm and my car just shut off, I couldn’t see anything because my headlights were off and my flashlight was missing. So I was on a dirt road and decided to see if there was help nearby. I heard foot steps and I turned around but no one was there. I found my flash light on the road and I turned it on and the light was pointing at a tree and I saw the words “heaven is close.” Then I started to panic and I guess I passed out or something, and I ended up in my car again and it was turned on. I looked at the clock and it was 2:30am. I was scared out of my wits and dived back to my house in a hurry. I wonder what happened that night, can any of you help me understand this experience?

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WHITE GHOST

Someone must have pulled the emergency chain for the train, I thought, as it stopped so suddenly. The sudden cessation of movement caused us all to fall forward.

Shaken, we stood up and put our heads out of the now motionless train’s windows. Most passengers crowded outside.

It wasn’t long before the police arrived on the scene.

It appears that someone had been crossing the line, and had been struck by the train. It was just one station before my intended destination: Baharampore.

Someone remarked that the body was still lying there. I was about to have a look for myself when someone caught my hand firmly. It was none other than the fellow passenger with whom I had been talking throughout my four-hour journey from Kolkata.

“There’s nothing to see in that lifeless body. There is only a lot of blood and some mutilated limbs,” he said. “It would make you very upset.”

I carefully hid my curiosity.

It was half past four in the evening. My fellow traveler told me that he was also going to Baharampore, so we hired a one-cycle-van, being the only available transport for hire locally.

We talked ceaselessly as we traveled along. Sometimes about politics, sometimes about the present education scenario and sometimes about the high casualty rate in the traffic system. However, I couldn’t help my mind returning to that unseen body. Who had lost his precious life, I wondered. I was twenty-six years old. There are so many things to see in life. Death was something I just didn’t want to think about.

It was my first trip to Baharampore. A friend had invited me to spend a weekend at his home. I thought it would make a good escape from the clatter of Kolkata. It would be a change from the monotonous and weekly hustle-bustle of my everyday life.

On finally reaching my friend’s house, I decided to say nothing about the accident or my ten-minute cycle-van journey. Actually, I’d enjoyed that open cab ride. Other than that mishap on the train, the whole journey had been most pleasant. I didn’t want to make my friend unhappy by discussing sad things. Ankush, my long-time friend, was a good person, and his mother was anxious about the dish she was preparing for me. I didn’t want to spoil anything that evening.

Since I was a city dweller, they were worried that I might find their rural home, which lacked electricity, difficult to get used to, but I really enjoyed sitting on the roof of their home on that starry night, soaking up the atmosphere, drinking coconut milk, eating fresh vegetables and fruits, and listening to his friends, whose native pronunciation of the very Bengali words I used was so very different from mine.

They asked me endless questions. About my work, my family and myself, which I was pleased to answer. I tried to respond in as much detail as I was able. They seemed pleased to hear that I am a writer. But, before long, I was rescued by Ankush.

Then one of his friends mentioned the accident that had killed an eighteen-year-old girl that very afternoon.

Ankush said to me, “Hey, I think you must have been there. Didn’t you see anything of it?”

I told them everything I knew, and explained the reason for my silence.

To my utter surprise, they laughed uproarishly, as though it was a common happening.

Ankush said that, indeed, it was not a rare thing thereabouts. They were quite accustomed to accidents on the railway line.

I listened to what they were saying to each other without taking any further part in the conversation.

Ankush smiled at me, and tauntingly asked me if I was scared.

On hearing this, I became angry. I didn’t see that they had any right to accuse me of this.

Bhuvan, one of the friends, said to me, “Well, could you go to where it happened? Right now. Alone? If you can, we can presume that you are not scared.”

I agreed.

Accordingly, we immediately went to the place where the accident had happened, but deliberately kept a fair distance from the exact spot. They dared me to walk right up to the place where the young girl had been killed. It was barely visible as it was lit only by the light from the stars and a partially concealed moon. Only the signal glowed red.

Despite Ankush’s protest, I started walking forward. It was really difficult for someone like me, to accept this as fun. Nevertheless, I wanted to demonstrate to them that I was really a brave man, and that I could accept their silly dare.

Walking in the dark was difficult as stones were scattered everywhere. I found I was sweating as I walked. But it was a challenge that I simply had to win.

Suddenly, before me, I saw a shadowy white object quivering exactly where I was heading. I stopped for a moment. It could be an hallucination, I reasoned. I started walking forward again. But, now, the apparition was quite visible. It was a person draped in white. And that wraithlike person was doing something. Who or what was it? Was it an illusion or … ? The possibility that it was something paranormal sent a chill was running down my spine. I almost died with shock as someone put a hand on my shoulder. I just stopped breathing and closed my eyes.

In that gloomy light I found it was none other than Ankush who had been following me. He also saw what I had been seeing.

We drew closer and found what we had seen was an old person swabbing the place with water. There was no body, nothing of the dead girl remained.

“Eto rakto! – So much blood!” he was quietly saying to himself over and over.

It turned out that he was the stationmaster, whose son had died in the same way in a train accident twenty-five years previously. On one such cold night, such as this was, he was being chased by police officers and, without warning, a train thundered along and ran over him. After that sad incident, the stationmaster became mentally disturbed, and always took it upon himself to erase all evidence of such accidents.

UNKNOWN AUTHOR 🦂

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Unknown Author🌞

There are many times as we go through life we will perceive an enemy of someone.

Know that this person has life which is of God.

Try to look on this one as a person who needs help, pray for them, for many medical conditions that are blamed for their state of mind are but possessions by demons or fallen angels.

By praying for them in the name of Jesus there confusion will be removed if it is done from a deep commitment to Gods love.

Many people have led long and torturous lives trapped by being possessed by negative spirits because they had placed themselves among them at some stage of life thinking to be rebellious was smart or a lust for attention.

This then has trapped both men and women into a life look down upon.

I ask you to pray for these ones for the day comes when the door to the light will be no more.

Do not judge them from a hateful way but because you are the love of the family of God.
Unkown Author

TO BE LOVED💟💟

AMORE💟

“DON’T GO BACK!”

“DON’T GO BACK!!” a.k.a.: “Why NOT Give It Another TRY!!” a.k.a.: “Go Face What[You Think]You Fear!!” 🙂 March 30, Good Friday, 2018

“NEVER GO BACK,”

The Way YOU CAME!!

It is A KOAN* It is A GAME!

Jesus is quoted (as): “DON’T GO BACK!”

BUT – Our translations often lack,

THE NUANCE, or THE SPIRIT! See?

So what-did-HE-(Jesus?) -mean?HERE’S A KEY:

The Point HERE is – You NEVER can,

GO BACK!! The-same-way – FOR, THERE’S “A BAN,”

Which prohibits,

Return to THERE!

Many folks have said: “BEWARE! Of returning to your past!””

BUT – You CAN’T DO IT – (for) ONCE YOU’VE PASSED,

By-a-place, or done a thing,

All things have changed – and you CAN’T bring,

Original factors with original mind,

The past is gone! Perhaps, you’ll find,

That you can TRY – to-too return,

To-a-former-moment, but,

WHY NOT LEARN

THAT TO DO “IT” OVER, YOU’D HAVE TO FORGET,

HOW YOU ARE NOW – SO, PLEASE DON’T FRET!

You CAN go back to: (pause)

FORMER PLACES,

LOVERS, FOODS, & FAMILIAR FACES,

But, simply, there’re NO former times:

ALL THINGS ARE CHANGED; THERE ARE NO CRIMES,

In returning – to WHERE or WHO,

Or WHY or HOW, THE WHEN IS NEW,

For it is NOW, As it was THEN,

AND YOU-CAN’T-GO-BACK, OH, SON OF MEN!

JUST TRY, YES, TRY – TO RETURN,

YOU CAN NOT DO IT – YOU CAN ONLY YEARN!

So, Jesus was saying: “Relax, You All!”

It’s NOT “DON’T” RETURN, But-you-“CAN’T,”St. Paul! ❤

fin. ❤
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    • a little, spiritual saying – to give you something to say!! 🙂

KINDNESS

Sunday Spoiler! Why would any intelligent person repeat the past good or bad.

Life is full of surprise

New adventures may hide behind the door

Just peek, one foot forward, test the heat

Then say ” wait there I will be back!”

Never to return!

Not me lol!

Be kind to you

Unknown AUTHOR

“THE CORE!”🌋

“THE CORE!” a.k.a.: “M. I. M. M. Y.!” originally called: “You Make Me Feel So Good, So Good, So Good!” March 29, 2018 – THURSDAY!

M. I. M. M. Y. = (M)y (I)ntense (M)arvelous, (M)iraculous (Y)um-Yum! (Y) = YOU LOVE ME!

I’ve SO much love for you, AT THE CORE –

Could-anyone-ask, Ask –

For more?!

STAY-IN-THE-CORE – (for) There’s much to distract:

I’LL STAY RIGHT HERE, Because – (before) I LACKED –

(before) THIS FEELING AT THE CORE and-your-core-too,

OUR HEARTS ARE ONE, OUR HEARTS ARE TWO,

At The Core – is where it’s FUN,

‘Cause, at The Core, I (get to) kiss my “Hon!”

I’m so relaxed

AND

SO EXCITED;

It is WITH YOU – I’m always “lighted,”

At The Core – Our Love Lights Shine,

THE HEART’S THE CORE; IT’LL DRINK THIS WINE. I ALWAYS WANT TO BE WITH YOU – THE CORE’S THE THING – THE CORE IS TRUE.

fin. ❤

Coffee in California to come with a cancer warning, judge rules -🗽

Coffee in California to come with a cancer warning, judge rules – https://www.9news.com.au/world/2018/03/30/14/38/coffee-cancer-warning-california-ruling

Indigenous activists prepare to protest ‘Stolenwealth’ Games –

Indigenous activists prepare to protest ‘Stolenwealth’ Games – https://www.9news.com.au/national/2018/03/30/20/19/stolenwealth-games-indigenous-activists-prepare-to-protest

DATA HACK

Data hack targets 150m MyFitnessPal app users – https://www.9news.com.au/national/2018/03/30/17/02/myfitnesspal-app-data-hack-targets-150m-users

IT goes and comes; IT comes around! There’s lots of IT – IT doth, ABOUND!💞🐞🍯🗽

“THE OTHER STUFF!” a poem from: “Poems of Uncertainty and Desperation!” 🙂 March 29th – 4 U –

IT goes and comes; IT comes around!

There’s lots of IT – IT doth, ABOUND!

It’s-the-OTHER-stuff – The stuff, OUT THERE!

It’s (only) TINSEL, On-OUR-TREE! (So, please) BEWARE!

Don’t-forget-the-tree-it’s-on:

(The) TREE’s CENTER STAGE; The stuff! Be GONE!

And, THEN, it’s back – And gone again!

It’s transitory – It’s LIKE –

SIN!

But it’s-not-so-important, Dear,

That you need-Ever,

Shed a tear!

WHEN STUFF IS GONE, JUST LOOK AT ME:

“HONEY! ‘tis TINSEL – ON OUR TREE!”

THE TREE’S STILL THERE, YOU AND ME,

HOLDING HANDS, FILLED WITH GLEE!

“I LOVE YOU SO! DO YOU LOVE ME?

JUST-FOCUS-ON – US – MERRILY!”

The “tinsel” is:

MONEY,

FAME, and/or

TIME!

OUR TREE’s forever! The rest’s NOT “Prime!”

THE “PRIME,” THE CENTER OF OUR LIFE,

IS: ME, YOUR HUBBY, and

YOU, MY WIFE!

STUFF WILL COME AND STUFF WILL GO, (but)

OUR TREE WILL LAST,

(Yes!)

THIS, I KNOW!

fin. ❤

“ N O! DEAR!” a poem. ANOTHER! In the series of POEMS OF UNCERTAINTY AND DESPERATION!! 🙂 March 29, 2018. Odin Lives!

“You love, you love CINDY SU!!”

“No, My Margery – I LOVE YOU!”

“BUT YOU’VE GOT HER IN E V E R Y CLASS!”

“And also YOU (too) – BUT – My Hall Pass,

I gave to YOU and not to SU;

Remember Tuesday? When-you-ran-to-the-loo?

‘Cause you-had-to-do-tinkle?” {“Yes, BUT – it was just a sprinkle!”}

AND ON AND ON – THIS WAS THE SCENE – IN KINDERGARTEN (really long pause)

FOR-”M”-WAS KEEN,

On spotting girls who MIGHT just flirt,

With me,

Those girls, my “M” would hurt!

(and also) IF THEY DID NOT AVERT, Their eyes,

From seeing me – Well, I was “wise!” {L. O. L.}

In grade school, high school and college too,

I was so careful with what I’d do,

And who I’d touch and who I’d mention,

‘Cause “M”

SHE’S IN,

ANOTHER DIMENSION:

Out of school, I went to work,

And she made sure I did NOT “jerk,”

Or look around,

Or stray very far,

And when I finally got a car,

SHE PUT A SIGN UPON THE DOOR: “HE IS MINE, FOREVERMORE!” signed: “M!” 🙂

We wed right quick, and she watched out,

For female “associates” that might-be about!

We had 10 kids, 10 dogs, 10 cats, a kangaroo & 3 wombats,

My “M” she wanted me, Right busy,

But, still, it put her in a “tizzy,”

If a Friend-of-the-Animals was a gal,

“You love – HER! Don’t YOU!?”

“N O ! Margery! YOU’RE MY PAL! –

I ONLY LOVE YOU, ‘CAUSE Y O U EXCITE,

AND HYPNOTIZE AND KEEP THINGS RIGHT –

AND KISS AND CUDDLE AND MAKE ME FLOAT,

AND IT’S ON YOU – I’LL ALWAYS DOTE!”

“But what about HER?”

I said: “ N O ! (Now) she’s OK,

But YOU – yes, YOU – are my only way –

TO HEAVEN AND JOY AND HAPPY AND GLAD; YOU’RE THE BEST THING, I EVERY HAD!” {Really!}

One day, after decades, I took to “the bed,”

At the hospital – They thought I was dead!

When “M” came in, she saw The Nurse!!!!

And looked at GRETCHEN, who looked like a purse! [with sincerest apologies here to all purses and people and animals that look like purses – like President Trump – just kidding! He looks like a wallet!]

“You stay AWAY, You Harpy!” “M” SCREAMED.

My “M” was upset, and yet I beamed,

At her – with love – as-I-breathed MY LAST,

“ALWAYS YOU, MY MARGERY, FOR ‘GOD’ HAS CAST,

US – TWO – TO-BE-TOGETHER-TO-LOVE-AND-LAUGH,

YOU, MY DEAREST MARGERY, ARE MY ‘BETTER HALF!’ “

I died soon after – and “PROJECTED” from my “Frame!”

“M” was there, with tears of shame!

“How could I have doubted HIM, so true and pure, and I – faithless-and-jealous – of my fine SIR!”

Well, SURPRISE!

It was A NEAR DEATH THING!!

I-was-up-in-a-week,

Bouncing like a spring!

NOW, “M” holds my hand, 24/7!

YOU GIRLS BETTER STAY AWAY! (UN)LESS YOU WANNA GO TO HEAVEN!

fin. ❤