Page Six

 

Faith, Believing, and the Spirit

Forever The Dreams

This blundering horse was a mistake,
it is slow and stops when it feels the need to,
on its decision, not mine,
then I have to get down and walk,
taking the reins in hand and pulling the horse,
until it decides to allow my presence upon its saddle.

The adventure is supposed to be destined,
move your hoofs, you bloody so-called horse.
What a way to end the day’s trek,
one which is filled with wonderment,
and full of experiences from the trek,
destined to be of enormous rituals,
yet filling the spirit,
with the momentous travel of a lifetime.

The day is beginning to turn to night,
a sunset that fills the mind with an exquisite
view so the soul has a chance to see the makings,
only found at this time of day and never,
shall there be another sunset like it.
Each day into the night sky unto itself.

lay then he does, sleep soundly, he does,
yet the night has more in store for his journey.
The air is thick with a heavy smell,
strong enough to awaken the tired traveler,
he is weary still, shakes his head, and pours
from a jug of water over his head.
The sound of something is coming,
and it is large, heavy, with making it known,
whatever it is, it makes no mistake of being powerful.

The wanderer packs his gear as fast as he can,
upon a horse that refuses to move,
only if it feels like it, his way, his time,
and now he needs it to move as fast as possible,
the wanderer yells and slams his feet into the side of the horse,
the horse snorts loudly and begins to move,
and it is not fast, nor galloping, but moving just the same.

The noise is getting louder,
closer it is coming, faster than he can get
the horse to move,
soon the moment of truth will come,
and he does not know what to expect,
but whatever it is,
the wanderer will do what’s needed,
to survive.
That thing can have everything,
but won’t have my soul.

The only time he felt this way,
it was many years ago when the devil
came to his town and annihilated everyone,
his parents, also, everyone,
he escaped by the river’s current,
down into a pool filled by a waterfall,
one that he fell from and into deeply.

This cannot be so now,
or can it?
The wanderer thought.
As the horse moved at a snail’s pace.
The horse’s name was Willaby,
and it fits the horse well.
The wanderer is thinking that he must reach
the mountains ahead,
they will give shelter from the coming and passing,
of the thing, which is coming his way,

he cannot fight well,
never could,
so, the eventual connection will only
become his demise,
of his death.

They are near the foothills of the mountain
range for hopefully protection.
Move you slow, damned, horse, MOVE!
The wanderer was in a valley set beneath,
the range of mountains,
he had to get off the horse and walk.
This is not the time to slowly meander
the outskirts of a safe haven,
the horse thought otherwise,

it took a serious amount of time to reach
the base of a mountain,
each step was treacherous,
the path was filled with rocks and very narrow,
the horse was having trouble walking the path also,
both of them moved as best as they could,
but the heaviness was still in the air,
by sound and a stench, now, the wanderer
knew it was the devil,
on his trail and looking to finish his job,
the wanderer thought,
he will not have my soul,
he will not have my soul,
over and over in his head,
until the thought turned into speech,
telling the horse, he will get yours too.

The path was beginning to thin,
the horse stumbled on occasion,
almost falling off the cliff,
the wanderer slows,
then stops.
Up ahead, there was a cave
it may give them what is needed
for the hiding they wished for,
and then again,
it may be the final resting place for both of them.

The horse was becoming agitated,
the wanderer pulled the reins harder,
this time, the horse did not like it,
So, the wanderer pulled the reins and,
made the horse beckon on his strength,
what was left anyway,
then they both entered the cave.

Wave after wave of humongous rocks,
adorning the interior of the cave,
they could hardly maneuver within the
tiny walkway was presented to them by luck.
The sound was only outside the cave,
the smell was thick with a stench,
one of the wanderer smelled before,
just as he jumped into the river.

The devil was here, why?
It cannot be because of him,
the devil did not know of the wanderer,
but the devil is trying to find them,
then the cave was growing darker,
the wanderer felt as if he was two steps from hell.

If he lit a fire, he surely would perish,
it would be a dead giveaway where they were,
the cloud of darkness was engulfing everything,
he took the horse deeper into the cave,
feeling his way as he does so,
the horse was following without a sound,
no huffing and puffing as it usually did,
may he know of the danger coming their way,
the cave came to an abrupt stopping point,
they were at the base of a cliff leading into
the abyss of a hole with no ending in sight,
it was not to be taken lightly,
the end has come.

The wanderer set aside the horse near the
rock formation where it could be behind and hidden,
although if he made a noise,
it will be its last moment alive.
The wanderer took a position behind some rocks,
barely could see,
the light from the opening of the cave was diminishing,
the time has come, and the devil is only a few feet from him,
please Willaby, do stay quiet.

The darkened clouds were churning and spreading about,
the stench was almost unbearable,
and then the massive figure of the devil came through
the cloud and stood,
but only a few feet from the wanderer,
he had his sword,
the wanderer knew it would do nothing to
thwart the immense power of the devil’s
sword or whatever the devil had for defense.

The devil peered through beady eyes,
red and glowed from the fire inside,
he knew someone was here,
and that someone was his demise.
The wanderer was breathing heavily,
as quietly as possible,
there was nowhere to move,
all he could do was wait and see if the devil
will find him, or the horse,
then,
the air was not so thick with stench,
the clouds were clearing behind the devil,
and within an instant of time,
the light is so bright,
the wanderer had to cover his eyes,
and as he opened them,
there stood a magnificent vision,
an angel so bright with life,
it was emanating its life force of powerful
commodities, those only from heaven itself.

The devil yelled,
“You have come again?
I annihilated you last time.’
The angel hovered over next to the wanderer,
“No, devil, you simply gave up and left
the town you were wreaking havoc in.”
The angel looked at the wanderer.
“Do not fear him. You are the purpose
of my coming and getting rid of the devil again.”
“Me?” Said the wanderer.
“Yes, you are a special man, and your travels have
helped many people, gave them hope once again.”
The devil moved toward both of them,
sword and a staff raised high in the air,
at a blinding speed,
sliding the sword through the air,
moving the dark cloud and making it churn in the air.

The angel just moved very slightly to the wanderer’s side,
and caught the sword from the devil in the air,
with his hands,
then with one movement, made the devil fall,
and lean toward the abyss,
the devil could not hold its balance and fell into the deep
hole, yelling as doing so.
“You have not won, I will find my way back, angel,
you will perish under my power.” Said the devil.

The angel moved off his knees,
magically the white gown was back in place,
wavering as if a wind was brushing it.
“There, wanderer, you can relax and continue your journey,
you have important work to do, and we will be watching.”
The wanderer began to thank the angel profusely,
and went over to the horse,
which was standing quietly,
then gave out a snort and shook its head.

“Oh, Willaby, we will be alright, and you can take
your time going wherever it is we end up.”
The wanderer felt special,
he was important to people’s lives,
and no one would believe him,
if told about what just happened.
So, this trek upon the roads of life,
will be filed with my helping people,
and knowing of one special time when an angel,
saved him and his horse from the devil’s clutches.
Oh, this day is so bright with the light of life,
and the road they are on is leading them down
to a town filled with wonderful people,
who needs him.

The wanderer woke up, shook his head,
was breathing heavily, and the dream was powerful.
They were in a valley below a range of large mountains,
luckily they did not have to pass over them, the horse
would not make it.
He glanced over to Willaby and smiled a little,
that horse, even if stubborn, gets me to wherever
I may roam too.

But the dream, so real, was almost scary to think about.
The wanderer put together a breakfast, fed Willaby,
and headed to the town below the valley’s edge,
the angel stood at the offset of some rocks,
watching the wanderer,
he was smiling,
for he knew of what happened, and it was no dream.

 A Moment in Life

When does the moment of your wisdom tell you that time itself has no place within the realm of the spirit’s domain? If time exists then we age appropriately, and at some point succumb to the fate of our life ending, when called upon from somewhere inside the Higher Power’s entity for which the existence of life is made by choice. Whose choice? God’s, the Lord’s, and an angel (With a directive to make that choice), what is related to the bible, everything falls on God himself as the decisive ending to one’s life. Age comes into play if you live long enough; living into the eighties and beyond is not a very long time of life. Time passes each day faster than the one before it. And when, let’s say, seventy years have gone by, one realizes they are there by going through what time represents to each of us. All those years have passed, and in one monumental instance of thought, one realizes they have aged tremendously and lived a life filled with whatever their domain presented for the existence of being alive, living as best as they can, and continuing living within their set journey for life.

Time is measured by a clock, or maybe the way day shifts to night, without the use of a clock. How do you measure time for the sake of reality? Some people go through the day without the use of a watch or looking at the clock to determine the time to which would have brought about. Is that intuition? Or the feeling of something inward telling you what or where one needs to be, so far as making decisions based on what the moment feels is right, without a clock. I find it nearly impossible to go through the day and well into the night without looking at the time on a clock or watch. So, back to the point of how life ends for us. Many factors bring about our lives to an end. Health is high on the list; age is most likely a top runner for the end of life. Why is a human being made to age and die? There is a question that will most likely never be answered. Scientists say they are close to finding out the genetic evolution of genes that determine our death. Religious aspects of the church say it is God’s will.

Is it? God’s will does He make the command to take your life and end its existence. Do we go on another plane of living? Is there another path that we go down for what would be considered a life? We obviously are in a spirit way, no physical body, I like to keep Suzanne close to me in spirit, knowing she is on another path of life far different than what it would have been here on earth’s time of living. My spiritual mentality suggests that it is the logical way to bring her to life within my realm of living. So, the story of life has many roads with so many avenues, each presenting itself with one dynamic way of how we all live our lives. Some avenues are short, and others are very long. Does that mean that if we choose our life’s path, it will be a mistake and end in a short amount of time, or if we make a choice about how to live our life, will it be a long duration of time?

One will know when the time comes. And then, is it going to be short-lived or long-lived?

Speak well of life, it only takes a moment in time, to make it what it is, and lose what it could become.

About My Life

I would appreciate your stopping by my feeds on Facebook when the lock is removed. Be aware of Facebook and Meta; they are not what they seem. I was falsely accused of violating policy rules, and then Meta sent emails recognizing that I was truly compromised. They said I would have my lock removed and then accused me again on Facebook, so locked out again. Now, I am sending messages from Instagram to Meta and Facebook with no response and no removal of the lock. I have three feeds that show nothing about ads or anything related to ads. I compromised, and people were using my name to post ads. Please be careful with Meta's Business Suite. If, for any reason, they feel it is wrong, they will lock you out.

And now, a little about my history. I am watching a stream from YouTube, Led Zeppelin, and I am truly in heaven. I drank a lot, from 13 to 29, and have unbelievable stories, but if I had not stopped when I did, the result would have been killing myself or someone else in an accident. Many a time, I woke up the next day and, with a massive hangover, did not know how I drove home. That was the norm of things, every weekend, case after case of beer and drinking on and off with the hard stuff, it was nothing to go from house to house every weekend for a party. Life, in general, was good. I had an excellent job, at first did not make much money, but did well enough with my Ex to live decently. She was not much of a drinker, only wine at parties, and did not get drunk, but it was too much for her to drive. Being obliviated every weekend had no consequence on my mentality with the way things were. I did not recognize myself as an alcoholic till I quit at 29. The next year, in 1980, I started working for Miller Brewing Company, go figure. I quit drinking, though, and the weird thing never bothered me when I breathed in the smell of beer. One of the best smells is the beer coming from the filler at 34 degrees into a bottle or can.

I have many stories that would make your hair stand up on your neck. My mother was Schizophrenic, which I took care of for over twenty years, which makes for unbelievable stories. My father was an alcoholic, which is why I started drinking when he filled the refrigerator with beer, cheap beer, and I would drink whenever I felt like it. Which was often because it was free and accessible anytime I wanted. Plus, you could take out a six-pack or two and go to the party. My dad would never know the difference anyway. God, I love Led Zeppelin. I did what I wanted whenever I wanted because of no parenting at all. They divorced when I was nine years old. I told myself that it would not happen to me, and I met the family of Leonard Hensel, who became my family. I practically lived at their house every day, Leonard was my best friend (RIP, my friend), and I set sights on his sister, Andrea, and never gave up on being with her, she did not like me at all, but we got married when I was nineteen and she was eighteen. From that moment on, till I was twenty-nine, the world was a party and living without care in the world.

I was divorced after twenty-two years of marriage. That was the turning point of my quitting, I was becoming too belligerent, and angry at times more than I should of, Andrea was already grieving the divorce, and when told she wanted one, I was devastated. But it was mostly my fault because of personal reasons I will not get into here. When the divorce went through, and we were on our own, I set my energy to writing. I have no idea what happened inward myself, but the voice of reason was strong within, and it was directing me to put down my words. That inner voice, which comes through for creating art, such as writing, is built on spiritual dynamics deep inside us all. Yes, all of us have that voice, unfortunately, some never hear or feel the voice's push to be creative or relevant to being blessed with some form of articulate expression. Spirituality is something that takes years of studying, researching, and finding the truth about being a spiritual person. I have studied it for years and still find ways that bring spiritual dynamics to me and follow what I can through meditation and writing about it, plus the praying, which I do every day, so the light of life stays strong in me. It is hard to comprehend what that is, but if you read, study, and research about spirituality, you will begin to make sense of what I said.

Spirituality is not something you pick up and take off with. There is too much involved with trying to find your journey's path, what you need inward to make a spiritual being, a journey for personal betterment. Believing in a Higher Power will bring the faith and belief you need to accomplish the goal of being spiritual. I have at times lost that direct connectiveness because of pain and discomfort for extended periods. Pain will change the character of one's way of living, their outlook on life, and make them a truly angry person, such as I was. My wife, Suzanne (Rest in Peace, my love), I lost her very quickly in April of 2024. I still have moments that hit me randomly, and I just break down. She was my rock. Suzanne pulled me through the tough times, never gave up on me, and would set me back on my heels if needed to be. I was at one point just giving up and not relying on my spiritual self, but within the spirit came a voice of reasoning, and I allowed the Lord to heal me, begging for forgiveness and praying for healing. I was lost in my pain cycle and did not see what I had inside myself to move and begin anew. Now, at this moment in my life, I am feeling much better. I use spirituality every day to keep my strength in the Higher Power and manage the pain I have off and on.

Thanks for reading my words. If you get a chance and want to know more about spirituality, please email or message me. Thanks for following me if you do, and hopefully you have an enjoyable day. Peace be with you.

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Well, I had not intended to do so much writing here in this post, but when the words want to flow as if painted on canvas, I must follow the path the words want me to take. Peace be with you.

As One Does

One will be as if one does, the event in life can change the direction you may not want to take, yet the episode does what it does, and nothing you can do about it, the time is of no consequence. The direction is what your purpose designates the reality of truth as the path turns into a journey for spiritual belief and faith. It will not stop the persistent nagging you are looking for, that unto itself is a realism, it will not be the direction one means to take. Hasn't the event of the instance of time made the truth a real moment in time? Or did you miss it altogether? That happens at times, here, there, and anywhere living life takes place amongst the humanity of it all, we are only human. That is inevitable, we make humanistic choices where mistakes happen and miss the direction of journeys we may or should have been on. Why is that so? Why does one miss the chance of a lifetime? Arrogance, an evolution of sorts to your mentality, where the choice makes no sense? You need help with the truth of why the meaning is there for you, and reach out and grasp it just as it is passing by in life.

Yes, it is an instant of time, a wonderment of how time can be helpful or destroy your existence within time as it becomes realism. It always hurts when you know you made a mistake, and the real moment then fades away. Lost within a frame of time, the click of the mind, and the whole mistake is done. Then undone when figuring out the reason, the purpose of why it made a timely fashion in life's path, just for you to be a distant speck within this universe as we know it to be. Evolution has a way of making one's existence an eventful truth. There were times when the passing of life was passing you by. And it is too late to make it stop. Are we understanding the purpose yet? No, Yes, maybe? The complexity of finding one's purpose is so difficult to understand; the reasoning behind the truth we are all looking for, again, fades away.

Well, stand up, lift your head, raise your arms, and tell the world,

"I am not lost, I know my purpose, I am strong in faith and belief, and I will prevail!".

You are alive with whatever it is you possess inside that makes you who you are, your character. A humanistic value that makes us whatever we want to be with learned aspects throughout life given for the reason of why we are the way we are. But one may willfully not believe the truth of who they are and do not care. That is a sad event in someone's life that has no purpose. So, step away from those negative vibes, people, and put yourself where the positivity flows outward and around everyone else. There, you will find purpose, a belief, and a faith system designed just for you to make your Higher Power give you whatever it is in life you want. A choice will take place at some point. The time and moment in time will wait for you, so do not miss the chance, the purpose will wait till you make the right choice and allow the door for it to pass through.

Keep the faith, prayers always are a reality to life's direction, one needs patience, though. The Great Spirit will take your time and distort it to His time. We must keep praying and having a discussion with the Higher Power, day in and day out, and well into the night, and thus into the next night. There will be directions found within your spiritual journey, and that is an important part of your path. I have a path now where a betterment of myself and healing from the death of my love of life, a year ago, but time is of no consequence. I have a path set before me, and the Great Spirit will give me blessings as moments arise. I believe in Him. Have faith through my truth for His existence. He is here for me and for you. The time is right for me to move as planned and take the path as it is presented to me. The choices I make have the powerful truth that they will be happening as I feel the need to ask through prayer for some help, and need a healthy healing experience. I still do not feel 100%, but time will be on my side; it is there to be used as I deem necessary, and I will prevail.

Keep the faith, be positive, speak with the Higher Power, and do not hold grudges or harbor any forgiveness in your heart. Forgive through life when the need arises, and keep your spiritual feelings alive through all that makes up the dynamics of faith. Read and research whenever I have a chance, using Spirituality not as a crutch but as a foundation of strength. Be at peace.

The Darkness

Running, need to be there before the darkness comes to make evil the present and take the spirit away from me. The daunting task is coming as I move through the trees and brush. Running, I need to be faster and more precise about my destination. Evil will not take me. Running, it is trying to get me, undo my faith, I will prevail. I must take a stance against evil’s ways. As it approaches, the darkness seems to overtake my senses, yet I know better than to let it become a part of my spirit. I fight, I attack as if nothing else matters, fighting it off, running down the path, it is dark, and I can feel it wanting me. But my faith is strong, HE is with me, I use the Higher Power’s strength, fighting is more intense, I push myself harder, and the time is now to save my soul’s undoing. Attacking the darkness is hard and a miserable attempt to protect myself. But the more and more I move forward into the darkness, I see the entity, and I know what needs to be done.

The faster I approach the entity of hell, the evil it will not back down, yet I have the advantage, HE is with me. I raise my strength to a fathomless amount of power. The connection is done, and the light is brilliant, removing the darkness altogether. I am not allowing evil to become a part of me and destroy my spirit. The light subsides, and the entity of evil is gone, defeated, and sent back into its darkened hole of death. I am now running down the path, the flowers are a wonderful sight to behold, green trees and foliage are abounding, and I know the path before me is taking me home. I have prevailed and won, and HE has given me the light of life. I pray, bow, and stand on the edge of the mountain and look across the valley. I am one with God, I have His love and strength in case I need it for another battle.

Lifestyle of Spirituality

Are you spiritually on the path where the door can be opened for your destiny to pass through and return with learning spirituality? One’s path has many doors, each with a teaching of how to be spiritually sound and mentally strengthened. By researching the truths in every realm you enter for the spiritual path set before you. Each one has a journey, and many are difficult to trek. Keeping the spirit strong through the tough times while on your journey comes from faith and belief in the Great Spirit’s given ways to follow His meanings for spiritual growth.

Destiny brought through the doors is a gift for your spirit to find meanings and understanding of the Great Spirit’s ways, His love for you, and anyone willing to follow the opened doors for His teachings. Most people have trouble understanding my words for the spiritual ways, how in their mindset the journey could be had without the Great Spirit’s lessons beyond the spiritual opened door, finding their destiny on their terms. It is not an easy task to find spirituality on your own. The hours spent reading and days, into weeks, then into months, should be defined by how the Great Spirit leads you through His opened door, so the journey is not a hard path to trek. There are many definitions for the mind to absorb, just as many reading materials to give the spiritual path a hard way to understand the result of becoming a spiritual person.

The journey’s most probable hardship is connecting to the Great Spirit. The ability to hear His ways of thought is somewhat daunting at times; you have to be in the right frame of mind and know the Great Spirit’s belief in you. Your faith must be strong and allow the spiritual path you get in thought to lead your spirit on the right path. The Great Spirit will become a part of the truth you seek and may find early on that the destiny has been set., Your journey can pass through the open door and make its way through life, feeling better about yourself and what you have learned. Keeping the information easily available by prayer or some form of prayer, thus the message from the Great Spirit you receive is well understood. He has designed your way of thought for the spiritual entity to become a part of your lifestyle. Make the right choices on your quest to become a part of your spiritual love of life, through the open doors of spirituality, you now understand… 

Little Bird

The forest is quiet right now. Little Bird is slowly making her way to the center where she can meditate and be with the Great Spirit. Little Bird has always been prone to seek some kind of refuge where calmness and peacefulness are present. She gets her strength from the Great Spirit. Seems she can continue a conversation with Him more easily than with the other tribespeople. The path is coming to her special spot. The rock that she sits on is still there. She was afraid that the earlier storm might have moved. Little Bird can feel the presence.

Of something close by. She is sitting and looking all around her. It is close, and the wolf appears from some brush. It walks very slowly to her. Then sits in front of Little Bird. She was devastated. But not afraid. It meant something, and Little Bird was going to see what happened. The wolf gave no indication it was going to harm her. She and the wolf sat together while Little Bird wrote in her journal. Writing down the experience. She kept glancing at the wolf, but it never gave her any information about why it was there. She thought that maybe it.

Would talk to her in thought. A child's first indication, maybe a message from the Great Spirit. But nothing was said, it turned and went back to the forest from which it came. She enjoyed the moment, hoping to see the wolf again. Time was near to leaving, another wonderful moment.

Where the Great Spirit spoke to her. Even though the wolf said nothing, the fact that it was there with her was enough for Little Bird to believe even more in the Great Spirit's powerful ways to communicate. Maybe she will find the answers Little Bird feels the Great Spirit wants her to have in time. The path opens into a beautiful valley, and Little Bird heads back to her lodge...

Spirituality and Meanings

Okay, the passage of the spiritual realm has difficulties. There are so many ways to find out what spirituality means, and hard to figure out. The many books out there are authored by quacks, and they have no clue as to what spirituality is and means. They clutter the mindset and make understanding what was read confusing. The path for a spiritual design for your meaning and bringing the spiritual ways you are looking for, all come together when allowing the Great Spirit's direction to flow through your mindset of learning what spirituality is. Sit quietly, will become a catalyst for what you read to be the information about spirituality and how to use it for your journey's lessons. Without finding out later that what you were reading was wrong. The truth is out there, and it may take quite some time to find what you are looking for...

Set your mind to try and bring in the Great Spirit's voice for your direction, which path is needed to follow. The inner voice may not be heard, but the feeling and understanding will come through. Your mental state at that time 

The Spiritual Destiny

We are what the Great Spirit planned us to be. In the eyes of one's spiritual destiny is a path of difficulties and triumphs. The course set by the Great Spirit from the beginning of his or her journey through life becomes filled with many lessons and journeys taken for the spirit to grow and flourish with an understanding of their spiritual path.

Which could be a lifetime of learning through his or her paths. One spiritual path is not like the other. Trekking their knowledgeable ways and finding the answers, sometimes not the answer wanted, is all part of the path to spirituality. Resourcing, gaining the material for the lessons as needed, and following what each day brings for knowledge, is one's path to a spiritual destiny.

As the Great Spirit laid out from the beginning, He knows of your challenges, defeats, and the choice for the right path to follow. After all, He designed the journey just for you...