New years kiss

A kiss is the one true act that can break the curse of loneliness
The soft skin, the tender embrace the smell of perfume, the sweetest taste
Two minds become one body as each wonders what the other is thinking
for so long did the walls hear only one voice

Too fast too soon or not soon enough, could it be or is it doomed
words are like skates and the silence is the ice
Speak your mind or skate around the truth
But the eyes do not lie what your soul holds inside

A red rose sits on the nightstand
As each peddle falls
Should I wait or will he call
Does it mean anything at all

There is the door to the hall
So many times you opened it to nothing at all
But there is a noise you have not heard before
As it swings on it hinges what is standing behind the door?

2018

Another year, another day the same and yet it always holds change
Who knows what to expect living for the future is always a disappointment
living in the past one only sees the things they regret
Right now one lives without care until the dark clouds are there

Who knows what is right, all I know is you can only live one day at time
Wake up leave your bead and hope you will make it back there again
The weight of the world rest on only the shoulders of those who let it
A flower can only grow where the concrete has a crack in it

Once the tallest buildings were the temples it gave people a purpose to live in the shadows of them
Now the cities are so tall one looks up and feels so small
Wondering what their place is in it, it is easy to be lost in its grandness
To work without a purpose but hand money from one place to another

This year will be different like every year I have said it 
Perhaps I will believe in something or find a new hobby
work out or eat healthy, drink a little less or quit smoking
No matter where I go or what I do I will still be me

faraday lines,tesla tower,and ley lines

-I found it odd in episode ten of Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey that they mentioned Faraday laid the groundwork for Albert Einstein but not Tesla?

-But then in this scene it shows how magnetism can create electricity. 

http://image.tmdb.org/t/p/w780/d2VPvYgee8th1wBVnnjzddbW8N5.jpg 

-Then it shows the Faraday lines in 2D 

https://simplymaths.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/article-2057680-0eab76a100000578-275_634x412.jpg 

b equal and opposite charge 

http://www.as.wvu.edu/phys/rotter/phys201/6_Electricity/Electric_Forces_and_Fields.htm 

-but what if the Faraday lines were shown in 3d and running through the middle of a spire with Iron in the middle creating the magnet. 

http://knowledgenuts.com/2014/10/01/the-center-of-the-earth-is-solid-not-liquid-iron/

-then perhaps wrapped around the ball would be ley lines?

https://i0.wp.com/foreverconscious.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/ley-lines.jpg?resize=600%2C333

-Or be known as junction points to these massive magnetic lines

-Tesla spent all his money on a tower that they say would put electricity into the air and could be harnessed. 

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-but what if he wasn't trying to put electricity into the air. What if he was trying to do the same thing as Faraday putting a magnet through these wires? using the magnetism of the earth to harness electricity. 

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-Now what if the only reason it did not work was that he could not just place his tower anywhere. He needed to put it on one of these junction points or high enough to the ley line?

-Of course those junction points are all full of religious sites so you cannot build anything there. 

-That makes me wonder about if it is true that you can use those ley lines to power planes instead of burning so much fuel and they can land along any of those ley lines. You might have a layover to go from one spot to another.

-Good thing for modern fuel burning aircraft that take you right to where you need to go! 

Conflicted

Death and life, wrong and right
love and hate, here or there
Lost or found, free or bound
I continue to be at conflict with my self

I do not flow as the river from high to low
My words are always at conflict with what I know
The mind is not at ease, nature does not sing
I am wondering too many things

Do people speak when words are not heard to me
Do people believe only in belief
Do people sing or listen
Do people read or need a reason to be

I have heard a thrown is a lonely place to be
Detached from the people the king needs to be
Only in a dream does one escape meaning
With the words of a song, one can travel through anything

Wishing well

A coin a splash in a well
A wish upon a star
a four leaf clover
A flip of the coin

I wish to kiss those sweet lips
I wish I could be more than this
I wish I had many things
I wish I could believe in

I wish my wish the wish tonight
May the wish fly through the night
Find the star in the sky
That shines down on me and shines so bright
I stand alone so small in the universe
While the stardust bounds me to you
Grand my wish I wish under the moon
Please hear my words I speak them soon
Aknay flamata hutnamo coo

Are you an old soul?

Imagen everything comes from the same ocean and water is the energy of everything. What Lao Tzu referred to as " being nourished by the eternal mother". For us to exist or not exist we are still part of it. A rock on this earth might only possess one drop, A piece of grain six drops, a drop of water 8 drops, and you and I a glass of water/energy. That glass is our soul and although we think with our brain and are trapped in our heads. Our soul sits in our chest and radiates from there.

As life goes on most leave a drop here or there, pass some on to their young and at the end of their life have nothing left to give, others share and trade as it flows around in places like a church while everyone sings. Others can drain and feed to keep theirs strong.

So, what is a new soul if the water can never be destroyed it only changes form?

Take a glass of water and pour it out off the coast of South Africa, North America, South America, and Spain into the Atlantic ocean. Then sit in Iceland filling up glasses of water until you have any of one of those glasses of water or some of all three of those glasses. That is a new soul.

Some might think that at the end of their lives they have held their soul together. But, when that rock is thrown into the ocean the waves and currents tear it apart until it is nothing but sand.

An old soul is such as a hard beach stone. As long as it is in the ocean it does not change. But the longer it is out from the water. It becomes more rough, chipped and jaded. It can be crushed with enough pressure and time. But the body is just a host and it can escape from life.

Now, this is where your mindset needs to change. You can pour out the glass into another glass at the end of your life or you can hold yourself together as you flow through the ocean until you are born again. Each time gaining new strength and awakening in each life. However, to awaken is to kill the you, you started to become, a battle of the mind where everyone is at a loss. This is the different levels of awakening followed by a brief period of insanity as you understand and remember more things. While letting others go.

Love and hate are the same emotion

To care or to care not
Does not matter to me
But to have loved or hated
Now that is a different story

The same emotion the same compassion
Only perceived differently
To hate someone is to love them
To love someone so quickly you can hate them

To give your hart or only a piece of your mind
Put it all in or a little bit of time
Is it you that changes or your state of mind
Do we find someone or ourselves alone

To be cut is to bleed but to leave leaves you empty
So  quickly we all look for purpose in things
To live or to have lived a full life
What does it mean a minute before you die?

Time but what does it mean?

There is the time you did that
the time you worked your shift
The time you wasted
the time you spent with your family
It seems no matter what
there is no time you get back

Is time fluid
always moving forward
Does it go in circles
Or is it just us that is doomed
to repeat our mistakes


Is it something we can carve our name in
or are we just specks of dust in it
Is there meaning to the butterfly effect
Can change ever change
Or are we destined to our own fate?

Dear Santa,

Dear Santa,

Your name who has changed through so much of the age
Once the fates, the furies, a demigod with an ear
To ask for anything and make it clear

But what you get is not always what you want
when you get exactly what you asked for
in such a way you wish your wish was to never wish at all

So I will ask for what I have
and will keep my children in my loving embrace
Stay away from the game of give and take

Work to pay my debts and forgive my debtors
For the game they play is an interesting thing
My eyes are not blinded by shiny things

I will work for work to work for profit
While I collect my weekly paycheck
To do my best because that's all I can

When the work is done
I will retire with a beer in my hand
think not of the sand that slipped through my hands.

Who is the gift for?

A gift something to give.

So that you can feel good

about what you did

Why not give it all away

live on the streets

with no money to pay

One foot in the grave

to be closer to your god

While the bread is baked

In death, there is nothing you can take

In life everyone pays

Taxes and death are the only sure things

The Haze

I've seen the light,
I've seen it burn out in so many eyes
The closer you are to it
The closer you are to die

Those who have power
do not like to share
Those with nothing
want more and more

Where do you lay your trust
How are you as a judge
If your soul was a sward
who would you raise arms for?

If your eyes could see the fire
behind all things in this life
would you run and hide
would you stare until it burned your eyes

would you recognize the fire's light
Try to hold on to its power tight
or would you let it go let it flow
or would you never know

There is no going back
once you have opened your eyes
When the fog is lifted
you walk through it and the haze begins

The Taoest secret of life, By the Phoenix rise

I have studied Taoism for over 20 years along with many other religions.

Below is all of the worldly teaching of the Tao.

The Taoest secret of life, By the Phoenix rise

“Oh great and wise Taoist sage. I have traveled many of moons to find the secret of life so that I might to become spiritually awaken”

Taoist Sage: Are you thirsty, would you like to sit and have a cup of tea?

Visitor:  I cannot for I must find the secret to life.

Taoist Sage: At the top of that cliff there is an old temple built by the ancient masters. Perhaps you will find what you are looking for there?

Visitor: Thank you Sage, you are wise beyond your years.   

The visitor spent three days climbing the mountainside and at the top found a flat cliff with an old temple. He opened the door and inside was the Taoist Sage.

Visitor: How did you get here before me?

Taoist Sage: I took the stars, are you thirsty, would you like some tea?

Guest: Yes Sir. 

Phoenix rise

short poem-tomorrow never comes

If I were to care, would you stare
Or would you bare the burden of no one there
Could you comfort the sun without getting burned
would you tell the moon to just hang in there

Do you sit and listen
or speak your tongue
Do you find a friend
when everyone is gone
 
Do you care about the little things
Or only the big picture
Pay attention to detail
or let someone else do it

To find a moment amongst the years
to let a bird speak into your ears
To smell a rose before they disappear
To admire the snow when it is there

Seasons change like the lines on your face
Dreams are traded in for reality as people change
Life is but or if I only did that
It best just to no look on back

The future is uncertain and never reachable
 Today will end and come again
We can only miss what is gone
We can always sing our own song

Abstract thinking, otherwise known as I've been drinking

A fresh face
A new idea
A different taste
A long silent pause
before the thought escapes

A dream that repeats
A place under your feet
A care found inbetween
A bet that was placed
Now and again its time for a break

Care not for what was and what was not
For in the find is what was lost
Upside down but inside out
One is the handle the other the spout

Different times call for other measures
The same old thing clicks and bubbles
Beleive it or not one or the other
To stay the same or find another

A drop of water
So very simple
Carves through rock
But your finger glides through it

A quick reaction
a sudden reflex
for a moment
you are stuck in it

Then again there's a distraction
Something to take your mind off it
the moments past and never taken
always flowing never stagnant

Cheers!

Do you miss me?

For every sweet kiss
that I have ever missed
because I walked on by
without saying hi

For everyone I ever made cry
Because I didn't follow my heart
I followed my mind

I never thought of what it means in time
As the shadows of their faces can be seen
when strangers walk on by

Was it always me that was wrong
did we not have a good time
where the stars not bright
As they shone
like the twinkle in your eyes
Do I now not ever cross your mind?

?

Older than you and I
Falls from the sky
and yet is new in each time

One in a billion
the same and yet different
it will be there long after we die

How long it stays
is up to each new age
what is better to live or to die

It cares not
for any of our thought
As the old washes on


without any trees
To shade you and me
can we afford the heat?

So what does a snowflake mean
to skin not reptilian
not like the dinosaurs that had big trees

Shot poem-What do you think?

The choice between one or the other
A question with a yes or no answer
To stay the same so nothing will change
Blind eyes find ways to see
but blind minds don't see anything

Time is time as thing repeat
the small circle turns again and again
we are all stuck inside our machines
Distance and language can be so restraining

But mobs show no restraint
Like lemmings to a cliff
with no reason to think

Is it easier when someone tells you what is right
Where to go what to do, when to speak.
Like lambs, but lambs are lead to slaughter
So who is better the wolf or the Shepperd?

What it says

What it says is what it means
What is written is a different thing
Between the lines are empty spaces
To fill only the minds of those who are willing

To look past the bleak, into the places
Through the dark and scary faces
To find the truth hidden amongst it
and free yourself from the basics

Short poem-dirty little secrets

The drawer sits so patiently

The treasure inside awaiting its need.

Hidden under so many things.

In hopes, no one else goes looking.

The mind has so many dirty little secrets

Found in the cracks between

the skeletons in the closet

Having a tea party

Because they know

No one's looking

Awaken

I believe we are at an impasse for we are improperly divided in this congregation set by the rules that life has misguided controlled by the spirits of the spiritual it is hidden on the darker side always there right in front of our eyes in the earth in the sky to awaken is to die

Short poem- Cloud

The cloud sits so high in the sky
looking down on life
No care, no worry, no need to die

It floats by like a feeling
A slow wave or an idea
takes shape and form
that only the looker shows

But most do not even know
there too busy to smell a rose
to watch the could
to take it slow

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJA0QICCbhE

Shot poem- Fishing

A hook dangling from its wire

Wondering what will conspire

A bet based on bate

But what one to use on what day

I can see nothing but my reflection

From the blue of the ocean

But I know it goes deeper then I know

An abyss beyond belief

I sit in my dinghy

Alone with my rod in hand

Wondering many things

Like where to make my stand

But the water is not gentle

And my footing is not ground

Those who rock the boat

A paddle cannot be found

A stream is steady

Its direction is simple

There is only two ways

One can follow

Out here is it vast it is aimless

As poetic as two ship

Passing in the fog

To explain it

Short poem- witch craft

Call upon the night
The full moon bright
A fire lite to summon
The ancient witch
No toadtool or fake magic
In this dish

The wind whispers the enchanted words
No need to learn the ancient verbs
I call upon my sisters
Throughout the earth
Awaken again when you hear the word

The power of magic never dies
It's hidden behind so many eyes
The graves are only earlier days
One little crack in that wall
Then it all breaks

The power can never be contained
Always flowing always changing
I have opened my eyes
Let it flow through my body
Through my death and my life
I am one with the ancient light

May Baby

short poem- of thought

It comes and goes in highs and lows
Feelings are always changing
Anxiety is there along with fear
The body has its cravings

If less is more
but more is more
are we giving
or always taking

I've never seen so many things
Or been too many places
But here at home my mind can roam
far beyond existence

Dollars or dimes distracts the mind
Wine is for the drinking
A dollar for your thoughts a nickel for your time
a quarter for the call to hear from you

Alone in a room we are all doomed
to dwell on our own thinking
But on the street we pass by so many things
We would not want to have to change our thinking

Short poem- Suicide

1,2,3,4
the pills start to collect
in the draw
5,6,7,8ten
she lays in bed
as the pills set in

a final rest
for this former girl
who could no longer take
the stress of this world

like sleeping beauty
she lies so still
but there's no handsome prince
to rescue her

so the kiss of death
is her fairytale story
worm food is what
I'll call this ending

short poem- to the stars

The shine, the sparkle
the diamonds in the sky
A billion shiny dots
Too far away to fly

The dirt, the rock
the little blue dot
A prison
without thought

So close
yet so far away
All the places
in the sky to play

What could be
more boring
Then traveling
through space

Sitting here
Doing nothing
day after day

worth fighting for

One wish, a bet before this
A moment of calmness
A feeling of more than less
The clarity that cleanses
like a clean lens
The fortitude to not give in

How many does it take
How long until one breaks
The weight of the world
Forgives no mistakes

Chance is a moment
That has already passed
Luck is love
and it takes more then you have

Would you,
could you,
should you,
If you dare

Give it your all
find your square
That pace far from nowhere
When surrounded by chaos
Home is where the hart is

?

two times before one, 
one time before 
the thought has come. 
One out of a thousand 
has come and gone. 
Before the you and I, 
the after affect must hide,
then it shows itself 
one at a time
 not of, 
but is not if, 
but when, 
where would you 
choose it. 
That second before 
the moment has passed. 
through sometimes 
does not find, 
the answer that lies, 
its only by going around 
in time.
that one sees
that pattern arise.

Nothing left to say

I bet not that I sat and did nothing
But nothing is what there was
The space, a void ,a place without noise
Nothing is what becomes

From the something you said
 you pushed on past
A kiss, a taste, a little embrace
would you care to dance again

To the time of lies
 Until walking on by
as we drifted
from one place to another

Do you miss any of it
or has it always been like this
You and I only a moment in time
Now to go on with the rest of our lives?

writting

Put not the pen to paper but the mind through the pen.
Find a friend in the silence where no one else can
break the dam behind the eyes
no more distractions to disguise
Let the words describe
what it is people cannot find

At last Alone with my thoughts

Far below the space above
The clouds that roll and the wind of dust.
Castles of stone and Houses of mud
Building of glass that tower above

Concrete jungles and deserts of grass
People come and people pass
Stranger then fiction is finding one's self
So wrapped up in the chaos life is about

Do you take two steps forward or one step back
To give it your all or all that you have
To turn the other cheek and just walk on past
Until the moment everything stops at last

When the silence is heard
The shadows become real
when no ones around
But you with yourself

To stare through the darkness
Into the light that can be found
The illusion now drips
but doesn't make a sound

Left to your own devices
does the wheels spin round
Or does it make a cracking sound

In the morning do you forget all you have found
Do you tell the people around
Have you ever found yourself past the point of no return
To walk on the edge and wander around

Are you the only one
Whoever thinks they've thought of stuff
Looks on past the shiny things
To wonder what it is people are not telling?

Story poem of elements

The water sits calm not a wave or a sound
No motion in it and no Change to be found
Simple ways for simple days
Sitting around in a simple haze

Until a small ripple begins to spread
Then one after another the drips begin
The winds of change have come again
The leaves frantically begin to sing

Fish move from the bottom to fed
The lightning light an old dry tree
Like an oxymoron, the fire spreads
Sweeping through the forest burning the dead

Until reaching the river's edge
The water and fires battle has come to an end
The rain washes the ashes away
The wind is the winner of the battle today

Mercury cougar

If a tree falls in the woods, does it make a monkey go pee?

Someone who believed he was so smart once asked me, If a tree falls in the woods and no one was there to hear or see did the tree fall. While thanks to computers there are now satellites taking pictures of the entire world so no one needs to be there to see and from the time its picture was taken and archived to thousand years from now and onwards someone can go back and see. Rendering that question obsolete, along with the old way people used to think!

Short poem- Good bye

The bud starts at the first of spring as it unravels to show a leaf. Staring at the flower so pretty attracting the birds and bees. To create a new life before the flower begins dying. But the leaf holds on long after its friend is gone. See's the sun and moon while weathering through the rain as others fall falls. but then the cold hand creeps through the breeze. What once was green now shows weathering. It chooses its colour from red, yellow, orange, and pink. It's expression of thought and feeling. But as fast as it found its way in life the wrinkles set in and it falls in the night. There on the ground, it rests with its friends under the white blanket of deaths cooling hands. As the day the snow melts and flows away to find the river of its friends again. A new life grows a new leaf turns green, the old gives way for a new beginning.

short poem- board?

The week stretches long as lucky sevens have come and gone. More time to spend than money on pretty things. Patience is a key but more like a slut to me. The air we breath is free and easy as long as you do not think of breathing. We all think of leaving to find a distracting to keep me from me. When left to my own devises suicide is painless. Watching reruns of mash on T.V. I've waited all week and now on this couch, I cannot leave. The world is cruel but even more, it is big. Walk all day in one direction passing building after building. But what is there for me? how can I find someplace to be? where do I fit in in this society? Everyone is friendly as long as I spend my money. But now my wallet is empty and those friendly faces that once greeted me, now are asking if I am going to buy anything.

Shot Poem- How much?

How fortuitous of thee to find me, sitting, waiting, staring, wondering what will be.
The complications of the universe seem so simple compared to the understanding of humans.
We push and pull forget what we are told.
Everyone is right as long as we are alone.
The colour of blood runs the same in you and me.
As we try to make one another bleed.
What's mine is mine and yours is yours and we'll keep it all behind locked doors.
Money may not be the fairest form of currency
But it is the liquid form of everything.
From the dirt under your feet to the clothes on your back
To live in a castle or a tinny shack.
Anywhere in the world and anything one does
Is only because someone paid the bucks.
Bills on the counter and dishes to be washed
Everyone worries about the cost.

Short Poem of daily life

The day dawns as the night no longer presses on and the birds sing their morning song. 
Awakened eyes now see past the fog while most open their eyes as the routine goes on. 
Bread on the table, coffee in the glass, don't look at the clock or the time won't pass. 
Left with a list on paper our in your head and when the work is done it is time for bed. 
Every day just like the past, only its one day closer until your last.

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Beeratology

One day I was walking downtown in the city I was born in and I ran into an old friend I used to work with. He told me he was thinking of a new religion called Beeratology and asked me if I wanted to join. 

I asked him what are the rules 

Simple he replied you just need to drink beer.

I am in I said and that was how I became a beeratologist 

As time went on I thought about this and having a religion where you do not drink can lead to terrorism and kill hundreds of thousands of people and having a religion based on drinking wine can lead to too many rules and lead to the death of millions over time. 

So really simple, do you drink alcohol yes? you can be part of it. No then you cannot be. 

I guess we will call it the working class religion. 

The point was raised about what god or savior would the religion have. The answer to that was easy.  

The egyptian mother of the gods Mut, who if there was not beer in here temple it would anger her. So this way you can still have your god and your savior and not interfere with beeratology. But while everyone is arguing and fighting about what religion and god is right. I will be drinking in their mother's house while they are all out there fighting with each other. 

Hookers and beer

I have to get into this at some point, after all, it is a good part of my books.

Here is my question: if you were to explain heaven before the big bang and two people having sex what would a religious person focus on? 

-So in Canada now prostitution is legal and you can also have your first in vitro fertilization done for free by paid for by the Canadian government. 

- The cruelty of nature, a male reaching his sexual maturity at 14 and women at 35 years old. Except for those so-called sluts that reach it in their 20's or earlier by the women that do not reach it until their late 30's. So learn from the generations before you and know most of your marriages will end from the women like the man ended his high school and college relationships. Just this time the man is standing there halfway through his life wondering what the hell went wrong? 

-Only women would look at another woman and say pore you having to make between one-hundred to one fifty an hour as an escort. While the guy down on his luck is stuck working a labour job for forty dollars a day and ruining their body. I think working at a recycling plant as the glass falls off the first line onto the next and hitting you in the face and the corner of the eye behind your glasses you have more of a chance of catching a disease. Or working on the back of a garbage truck that you only have seven years until your hips or knees or shoulders or something goes. Again all for only forty bucks a day. Or a repetitive labour job that your tendons go out on you. So ya pore them working for only an hour a day and making three times as much. 

 Also if you are in a free country and getting an escort is illegal being the oldest trade in the world are you really in a free country?  

Men: People reach sexual maturity at different ages. Normal development of sexual response in young men can happen anytime between ages 12 – 18.  https://psychcentral.com/ask-the-therapist/2012/02/14/when-does-sexual-maturity-arrive/  

Women https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/sex-after-35_us_56b8fe8fe4b01d80b247658a 

Of course, buying or kidnapping a sex slave you should be hit on the head with a really big stick many many many times. 

How do men end up doing stupid things with women that they regret is easy. It's the same as why women say they never meant to sleep with that guy or regret what they have done too, or blame the guy afterward for something at the time they wanted to do. The way to understand this quickly is easy. Do not eat for a week, watch how you will become desperate to eat anything or become violent and back before modern day, kill an animal larger than you so you could eat. Sex is a basic human need, that I will get into more in a later blog and if you are not willing to fuck to continue your species like a fucking panda bear. Your body will try tricking your brain into it the longer you go without it. Of course, because this can take months it's hard for people to put these things together.  The church also does a great job telling you it's also wrong.

- The point of rewarding yourself with beer at the end of a long day is. Once your bills are paid, you have some food, and your work day is over,|You can drink a six pack and not feel hungover the next day for work. Add a few glasses of water. When you do get drunk beer only borrows happiness from the next day, unlike drugs that can leave you with two years to recover if you're lucky. Of course, if you are down on money find your poison and drink it straight. For me it's whiskey and when I was younger making minimum wage, I would have a bottle of whiskey each week and have a small glass or two each night. If you can afford it a glass or two of red wine each night. When my house is prosperous there is olives, cheese, meat, and wine in the fridge. When it's not there is whisky and rice to eat. But we will go over food at a later time and beeratology. I am not a founder of beeratology but I am an active member. 

- The problem with drugs is that people think it relates to having money and women thanks to brainwashed music and movies. When in fact, it only assures, that there will be people to do the dishes and work the minimum wage jobs if they live through it. In fact, drugs will drain all of your money take your house and anything you own and keep you from being able to afford to get with a woman. More than likely you will be in a small room with a bunch of other stupid guys getting high who all thought drugs would get them women too.  We will get into drugs more on a different rant. 

- So if you want to get laid first wear a condom and pull out and check you have not pushed the top off it. Then pay for an escort. Sure sometimes they try and take your money and give you nothing in return. But how many times have you spent all your money impressing a woman and been left with nothing but bouncing blue balls? I have known many escorts that were my friends and their clientele is mostly overweight middle age men that were stupid enough to get into a long-term relationship and waste away their twenties. But of course, it was the guy who took the youth of the women. 

- The way that I see it, if you are planning on having children the best age is between twenty-eight and thirty-five after thirty-five you can pose a risk to the child. Why is this time important? first, lets look at babysitting and your work. Your parents are going to be close to retirement and the age of 65 this makes a great reason why we should all retire at 65 and not seventy. By twenty-eight, you are established in life and if you were not stupid enough to settle down in your early twenties you are not going to go through a midlife crisis in your late thirties. For however many moments you miss with your children know that when they have children and you are retired you will get to spend time seeing it in your grandchildren.

- I made the stupidest mistake of my life when I was younger and listened to my mother. She said you should save up to go to college and not take a student loan so you are not in debt when you are done. What a fool I was, why work for less than a third of the amount or less you will be making without a degree and saving up to go to school and the longer you go without school the harder it is to do when you go back. Also unfortunately like most people making minimum wage I was scammed for 5K an amount I could never save up to pay back at 5.25  an hour and there went me going back to school and a life of working labour jobs. 

Back when we only lived to thirty or forty there was no point in school. but now that we are living to eighty. It is not much to stay in school until your mid to late twenties and I will explain how our work schedules are stupid in life in a later blog as I go into it a bit in my book. 

You will find in life every 7 years your life changes and now we are living while into our 80's.

From birth to 7 you learn the basics that you keep the rest of your life. you are now a child at 7

7 14 you understand more complexing methods and are growing into an adult. at 14 you are a young adult. Back then you would learn your trade from seven to fourteen

14 21 you will begin to shape your life into the field you want to work and the patterns you have in school during this time you will take with you most of your life in work unless you make an effort try and change them. Back then you would be married with children while working full time and at first sending money back home to your family.

21 28, you will finish growing up and start to realize as you get closer to 28 that you are changing. Also you take what you believe from your parents and leave the rest behind of the old generation's beliefs that are not quite all true, but remember to go to your grandparents to learn the things that were true and your parents dismissed. Some old beliefs need to die off and when people are older they do not want to admit what they believed might have been wrong. Back then work sun up to sun down and raise children

28  35. The best time to have children. Also, you will be settling into work and understanding how it works. Back then dead by 35. Here you will be able to reflect back on small things you learned when you were younger and now understand the lessons from it. You will now work smarter and not harder now that you do not want to lift the same thing twice that you only had to lift once. 

35 42. This is the halfway point in your life. You might think you are old but you are only half way through it and think of what has happened all the way until now. Here is where you begin to understand the world and travel kills ignorance.  You will also start thinking about retirement and do you want to keep working the rest of your life after 65?

? I am not between this part or talked to many people in this age group.

63 70. You do not feel much different then you did back in your 40's and 50's but you get tired a lot quicker. 

7 14 21 28  35 42 49 56 63 70 77 84 This follows along with the important dates of changes in your life 

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Are you looking for fault?

There is nothing wrong with looking into something new and word of mouth is a slow and best way to grow. But high brow, tends to mean you are trying to find a way to make it stop or find fault in every word and I am scarred and flawed. When people ask me about the skulls I have tattooed on my arms I give a reason or two. But what I want to say is that I wear my heart on my sleeve and the twelve skulls represent people that I thought were once my friends that all betrayed me the second they had the chance.  

I once had the opportunity to teach a group of people and I knew that if they failed it was not them but me that failed them. After all I was able to still follow the Tao, 

First, you learn

Then you do 

Then you teach. 

When things go right everyone has a handprint, but when things are going wrong someone must stand alone. 

I believe the quote I am trying to say is that success has many fathers but failure only one.

But I have a saying as well: Success by no other means! 

After you have found all the ways you can fail at something, then you have no other choice but to succeed. 

Are you looking for someone to blame or a way to chance? In the end, what are you looking for?

Do you possess the Tao?

There is a story in Taoism of a man in a Taoist temple being picked on constantly be the monks there. Until one day, he fell off of a two-story building or something along those lines, the point is he was not hurt and the monks said to him " I did not know you possessed the tao?"

After all, you cannot learn all about religion from a book and you cannot tell someone by what you have heard. Modern-day seems to be more about how much you can remember then how much you can figure out for yourself.   

The fact is, to be alive or dead you are one with the tao, to be a rock or the sun you or one with the tao. The best terminology of an afterlife I ever heard came from a thirteen-year-old boy in an interview in the basement of the united nations building. when asked about an afterlife he replied energy cannot be created or destroyed it can only change forms. 

So you `do not possess the tao as though it is a charm bracelet you wear. A matter a fact, the less you want it the more you will find yourself understanding it  

There is a man now who read the Tao te Ching for only one year and now claims he understands it while enough to teach. Meanwhile, I have read the tao for twenty-four years now and I still have no clue. But then he also has lots of pieces of paper on his walls showing how smart he is and I have none. But then, that man in life was given every chance to fail and he succeeded, where I had many chances to succeed and all I kept doing was failing. In the end, though there is no right way to walk, only the way you have chosen.  

After all, I am slow and dull, while others are sharp and quick. They get together and laugh, while I seem to find the wrong things to say. Wherever I go I never seem to fit in, I am but a storyteller by the campfire in a time of movies and television.

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Bonsai tree

There in a small town, in a small backyard, of a small house. An old man tended to his small bonsai tree. He received it when both him and the tree were small and watched it grow more and more. He watered and trimmed his tree as it only sat there as still as could be. There was no way to know how old the man was, he lived long past all those who once knew him when he was born and as the young turned old and gray they had there own things to worry about each day. But the tree was no ordinary tree it was once a branch trimmed off of the tree of life and as it grew so did our universe. With each leaf, a galaxy and when a leaf was trimmed or died so did the galaxy disappear from the sky. So as the old man's life was coming to an end, he wondered, what will happen to my tree? While everyone else wondered what will happen to me?