Guilt...

Guilt weighs us down like a big rock on the back. 

We can let it go.

We don't go lah dee dah like a sociopath.  We are acutely aware of our shortcomings.  

Forgiveness from above and within keeps us from the darkside.  

We persevere.  

We go on in spite of our faults, a cliche nonetheless true.

Now, there is guilt by association.  Jesus encountered that.  He spent a lot of time with tax collectors and prostitutes etal.  He witnessed indeed.

So might we.  As said previously, I accept people as they are.  No, I don't imitate their behavior.  I just am able to communicate.  There is no false pride nor condescending.  

And these days, but I think it has been always, guilt by projection.  Call it a smear campaign if you will.  Then the proof is in the pudding.  Let 'em cook til it boils over and they fail.  Let them simmer as we are seen in truth as we really are.  And as they truly are.

Freedom is not license so to speak.

It's dangerous with all the bumps and wounds.

Yet we are never alone.

Our opponents cling to misery loving company.

We adhere to courage, hard fought and to the long haul.

Honesty vs lies.

Faces Masks USW

 Ever since I can remember, I've accepted people as they are.

Whatever, on any level, people are people. 

There is no horror, shock, no real surprise, nor ooh aah like some weird fetish for appearances only.

People just are.

And that scares some.  

I do not accept evil.  There is no nod of acceptance there.  Figure out what that means (such as liberty/tyranny even into the spiritual).

I talk of beyond the obvious, of content of character.  Who you are.

Sideways moment:  I often reflect on Babylon 5's Vorlons and Shadows.  Vorlons ask 'who are you'.  Shadows ask 'what do you want (not need)'.  

Never forget looks can be deceiving.  

When health is involved, then take note.  Bodies are an example.

But accepting people as they are, well you have to start somewhere.

And masks hide for weal or woe.  Physical or figurative.

There are many people come to mind.

Think of yours.

Para Huh?

 Just a plethora of unusual stories known on the whole as paranormal.  

You can think what you like, but there are many things beyond the senses.

People are coming out, telling their experiences, not as afraid of being considered nuts.

Now, here is where discerning spirits might come in handy.

You have to figure out what is diversion and something on the mark.

Diversion is a chief tool of the collectivists/darkside.  

Remember, if you believe there is a spiritual side to life, there can be very unusual experiences.  

Like all things, investigate and find reliable sources.

Also recall the strength of the darkside is that some don't believe it exists.  

Stay as objective as you can.  Discern.

Strange can be normal for some.

I've experienced most unusual things.  This is not where I talk about them.  Somewhat.

Creation is vast, at least for us.

Balance.  Study.  Dig.  As always.

We all have varied gifts.

Trust in God.

It boils down to control/Freedom.

Huh might become uh-huh.

4F

 'You are unfit for military service at this time.'

That's what the mustering out corporal said the day of my Selective Service physical.

I knew it would happen because of a left shoulder bone being stapled together.  It was thin where it should have been thick.  My brother had the condition in both shoulders.  It ended his hopes for a military career.

As for me, it ended my desire to serve in Military Intelligence.  Details are classified.

Though expected, I was still gob smacked.  I felt ashamed anyway.

Many friends, associates and classmates served.  

All gave some and some gave all.

Friends said I didn't miss much.  These guys were the best and meant to assuage my guilt.

BTW my psychological and moral checkup were outstandingly positive.

There were alternatives.

I was meant for other things.

Refuse to give up or give in.

I made the most of parenthood, remembering many were bereft of same and a lot of kids were robbed of their fathers and some mothers.

Still, life persists.

We are all here together.

All our yesterdays coalesce.

Can You Will you

 Would you?  Could you?

Cleaning toilets.  Do you poop?

Making beds.  Do you sleep?

Washing dishes.  Do you eat?

Etc/usw.

I've done all these things and more.

People who have most things done for them might become like the monkey people.  Look up the story.

Is it wrong?  Not necessarily.

But people should be prepared to do for themselves.

One never knows.  'Never can tell' a girl once said.

I've been down both roads.

Thank God I travelled that Second Road.

Time to go fix breakfast.

And wash the dishes.

Goal Posts

 Rarely if ever, do things happen all at once.  Bit by bit.

My legs were getting flabby.  I decided to strengthen them.  So, one morning I initiated a series of exercises to remedy that.

Slow and painful at first, I pushed through.

Now, my legs are fairly trim.  At least for my age lol.

At the risk of dangerous reticence, I have a system to handle my books and other writings.  

The almost cliche one step at a time saying is nonetheless true.

One can keep prepping as on goes along.

As I said elsewhere, we regain bit by bit what was taken away bit by bit.

As for my body, well I'm still working on my caboose -s-.

The work continues.

E G B D F

 Every Good Boy Deserves Favor.  A way to learn musical notes.  It is also a play by Tom Stoppard.

It deals with the soviet practice of imprisoning dissidents in mental institutions.  IOW you have to be nuts to oppose communism.  Uh-huh.

We face a kind of mental inmates running an asylum now with opponents to our current resurgence of Freedom claiming WE are the criminals and insane.  Classic collectivist projection.

How do we combat such silliness?

We continue to tell the truth and maintain our course to restore the Republic.

We convince others about past wrongs and how we right them.

We intensify what has been done recently and go nonstop.

Their notes are sour.

Ours are clear and dulcet.