Knowing the way,

  I know a way that the postal service can be self sufficient, within 3-5 years. What sets it apart from it's rival, Email? It's safe! You want to send a personal letter to someone, and that you want to know that only that person will receive it. No little geek somewhere, is going to read your mail by picking it out of some cloud. 

  Strangely, I need a job, So if the Post office is willing, hire me as your ad campaign director. So what do you say, can I have the job?

Oceans of Time

  I have been taken and forsaken, I have been round about and in and out. I have been around, and I have slept flat on my back. I have loved and lost, but I have seen enough of it to thirst for it, like a deer pants for the water of life. 

  What goes by in the endless river of time as it flows continually, has not escaped me. I watched as the small tributaries and streams joined with the river of time, and then of course as the river met it's destination, I watched as the river dumped it's story into the great oceans of time. Some of it stayed as surface waters, while other parts of the roaring river dumped full deep into the oceans. 

  I have watched as the jackals have surrounded our camps, but they are of no concern to us. For as for ourselves, we are lost in thought of the memories each of us have left in our wake as we travel downstream like the rest. More and more of the past's memories become dimmer. We remember with fondness the small victories, and with a sense of dread, those memories of when we inflicted pain on others, and of those who inflicted it on us. All will fade, and eventually, all will be forgotten, as little by little at first, we look forward instead of back, eventually loosing our fear of what is ahead, we begin to anticipate it. What will it be like to join into the great Ocean of Eternity? Eternal life, and wisdom of all things. Because now you are beyond the restraints of time, and you quickly understand the answer as to why? Here there is no need of time. Here, a minute can seem like years, and years like minutes.   

Mark Knopfler - In The Sky

Mark Knopfler - In The Sky Imagine. I swear to you it's true, I had no intention of writing this, I went here so it would show on my Blog page. But when I noticed the pretty writing box, just waiting there like a beautiful woman, well, I just had to go in.
   Oh hell, here we go.. I want those of you so entrenched in the far left to think for a moment. Do you really think it was alright for FB to block Diamond and Silk? Because those two just joined a very exclusive club. I'm a chartered member myself. Both FB and Twitter dropped allowing my Tested Truths blog to post on there site for well over five years. It turned out for good, as somehow, someway, here we all are now.
  Imagine this lefty's, instead of conservative and Christian points of view being stopped, but rather, Mother Jones or the Huffington post. You see, the door of prejudice and the vilification of any group is an infringement on all of our freedoms. Today I'm the target, but what happens when the PC Police show up at your door?

A Day in the Life

  If parasites have insight, then horses would fly. I have no idea what that means as most probably, I found the thought interesting or funny? The thought came in a flurry of thoughts, and it happened just a few moments ago as I just sat down after returning from my morning coffee while sitting outside. 

  But as so often is the case, Too many thoughts came into my mind way too fast to process. So in reality, when the Lord blesses you by sharing His thoughts with you for a moment, They come at you so fast, each one interesting in its own self. His mind is so fast, that it is impossible to keep up. How fast you ask? Faster than a speeding bullet, and fast enough to make the coyote choke on the road runner's dust. Key word jargon? Hmmm...  

  Apparently, this is to be a live accounting, notes comprised of moments of mine just minutes after they happen. I didn't know that I was going to write, but I do know that the first sentence I heard from the Lord was not lost in the jumble of the thoughts yet to come, as at that moment I had left my front porch and looked up at the sky above me, and I heard a voice like thunder from the heavens say clear as a bell, Write! and I said, Yes Lord. 

    And so it was as it is, a piece of me, direct from the scene. But what to call it? I remember the last words I said to him as I re-entered the house. I asked of Him, What is to be the title? He answered and said, Just write and it will come. So here it is, as it was, the first name to come up. A Day in the Life. What do you think?  Though I don't like writing about myself, at least it wasn't political. So then, having said that, it leads me to say this, Good bye for now all, have a great day!