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Looking for a Friend
I'm sure you’ve seen the TV show Love Connection. I'm hoping for a friend connection, one that will last a lifetime.
Serving time has had its challenges. With no siblings or friends, and my mother and father both recently passed away, time has been quite difficult- at times, very lonely.
Prison has opened my eyes spiritually. I've learned to value life, to live each day and not take it for granted. Life is too short for all the games, drama, and nonsense. If you would like a friend who is genuine, loyal, trustworthy, and true (and born on April Fool’s Day- just to make you laugh), look no further- I'm right here.
Friendship is hard to find, even harder to keep! Time doesn’t wait for us, we wait for time. “Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get”. But by choosing me, just maybe you’ll find a best friend yet.
Just for your information:
I'm that guy who actually listens to what you have to say, who answers that call at 2:00am to come help you fix a flat tire, who opens the car door for you and pulls out a chair for you, who helps the homeless, and walks grandma across the street. Yeah, I'm that guy.
Enough about me, I would love to hear about you. Be you. Tell me anything and everything. That’s what friends are for.
Hope to hear from you soon,
Mario Jordan #01949655
A New and Numinous Art
The reality of the present is that personal feelings based on relationships and the personal struggles and sufferings of individuals have all been described by artistic means in the past two millennia or so. There are centuries of work concerning and created because of personal love and personal relationships – and the problems of ordinary living and society – in literature, music, drama etc. What has needed to be said, written and expressed about such things, has been said, written and expressed by many great artists of the past two millennia.
What is needed now is to build upon these foundations – to turn outward and away from the inner world of the personal psyche and the world of mundane society. What is needed is to describe and express what is relevant to the next stage of our evolution as human beings. This new stage of new adventures, of new worlds, of new ways of living brought through striving for a numinous and thus supra-personal goal.
There needs to be a whole new artistic movement – or many movements – which seek to go beyond this personal understanding and which seek to develop new forms of art to express and describe what must be expressed and described in the numinous realm which lies beyond this personal understanding. In essence we need to capture and express the numinous itself and mold that numinous through unique works of art.
Anything less than this is unworthy of us!
Ernesto Gonzalez Jr
My profile is getting pretty old so I’ll update it soon. I’m currently in the “hole” (segregation) – have been since January. I guess it took awhile to post my profile – so my immediate surroundings and access to certain things have changed but overall it’ll be the same, I’m still me.
I’m posting some riddles I have created. It’s something I do to keep busy and exercise my mind. Also a way for me to help others around me do the same; not everyone likes playing games. I’m aware a lot of you live in the fast lane – have little time to stop and think – so I’m starting with some easy ones. Hope you enjoy them. Let me know what you think. Good luck.
P.S. I will be posting some of my poetry and artwork in the near future.
Riddle #1 – I am not what I was. I flow effortlessly through the grass and float elegantly up above. Two wings I do not have but more than two eyes I might. I am usually brilliant. In a group or alone, I can be difficult to spot, even mastered flight in what seems like overnight. I am simply…
Riddle #2 – Perhaps I’m cold, definitely uncontrollable, and not always noticeable. Asleep longer than a bear. Can flood a whole town with vigor, akin to a fantastical beast. Make no mistake, not even Danarys Stormborn can tame me. Albeit old, not extinct, but no doubt by Littlefoot I have been seen. I am simply…
Riddle #3 – I am not what is believed, I am not with he or she. I am so alone, I flow freely, wait is a word unknown to me. Although I’m often called slow, I have yet to never show. Some claim that I soar, while others say I restore, do not be fooled for I do not adore, I have taken plenty life with no remorse. I do not intend to play with the mind, I am simply…
Cynthia Rios #19051-298
Ahhh, Amor (Love) World Cup 2018
Arched at first glance, ever since she travels my veins. I lack on reason and loss of sleep. Smitten and unable to express myself irks me because in the real world I handle a challenge with a quickness like a true Aries. Instead I am in constant agony because I want to touch her but I can’t and I really want to. You see, this place is not real, it traps me in its circles. It is so bare and desolate of anything genuine that this tenderness is unbearably lonely. Why love something not tangible? Why continue to nourish it?
Nevertheless, isn’t it healthy to dream, imagine, what if and hope for an amazing destiny? As I negotiate the curves and wonder of my future, I examine my existence here and what it has taught me; to love in utter silence, that I am more loved than I ever felt, that when I had it I did not treasure it and that I’m deathly afraid to trust. Still I’m crazy about her; her smile, skin tone and swag-self render me senseless. To escape I guide my heart in direction of my loves, FIFA 2022 and my autonomy.
Some days I can’t bear it so I claim defeat thus I wonder why would the universe in its perfectly intricate well-calculated omnipotence have me in this fishbowl only to adore a complete stranger and moreover make me a passionate, overstimulated, spellbound and ambivalent XX chrome? For what purpose? Meeow!
A Reason, a Season, of a Lifetime…
When we encounter someone for a REASON they usually meet a
need we’ve expressed to the universe. They’ve been sent to assist
us through difficulties or to provide guidance and support physically,
emotionally, or spiritually. They might seem like miracles and they
are, for whatever reason we need them. But then, without any wrong-
doing on our part, at some inconvenientt time, that person will say
or do something to end the relationship. They might die or simply
Walk away. Sometimes, they act up and force us to take a stand. We
Must recognize when a job is done, a need met, or a desire fulfilled.
It means the universe has answered our prayer…
People also enter our lives for a SEASON. To share, grow, and
learn about ourselves. They’ll bring us experiences of peace and
laughter or maybe, they’ll show us something we’ve never seen before.
Mostly they bring an unbelievable amount of joy. Embrace it, it’s
Then there are relationships that bring us LIFETIME lessons.
Experience we can build solid, emotional/spiritual foundations on.
Our task is to accept these lessons and then apply what we’ve learned
To our relationships and other different areas of our lives.
Author, Unknown to me. I read it, lied it, and decided to share it with everyone.
Question: Which are you?
The Eleusian mystery of suppressed his-story. In Nahuatl, the Root, Na, means “To Know”. Nahual means “Knowledge”, the Gnosis of Hidden and Secret Things of Nature. Wherever there are full accounts surrounding the revolts during the Inquisition, we can trace the guiding fingers of the powerful though hidden hand of Nagualism, which united many diverse tribes of what is now Mexico, Central America. The Fraternity of Nagualist (Medicine Men), formed a coherent association inspired by organized opposition against the establishment and the religion introduced from Europe. A well disciplined and widespread covert society uniting Natives of different languages and varying culture. Entrance to the order was a severe and prolonged ceremony of initiation to test endurance of pain and the powers of self-denial. Bounding the indigenous together by sharing of mutual information, occult learning, and mystic rites which put them on par with the famed Thaumaturgist, Theodidacts and Theosophists of Ancient Egypt, Greece and Rome, if not surpassed them. The Cults Calendar System along with the names of the days and the hieroglyphs which mark them and the complicated arithmetical methods by which they were employed, carried most of its doctrines I.E. Astrology. The Federation claimed as its patron and founder “Quetzalcoatl”, The Feathered Serpent. This sign corresponds with the Cloud Serpent Mixcohuatl (referring to the Thunder Storm).
Recorded history makes evident that the pretext for military expeditions surrounding the Inquisition in the New World was to enforce Christianity, as the rite of Baptism is constantly depicted as the symbol of religious persecution. The church was the wolf in sheep’s clothing for the cultural extermination, oppression and genocide conducted by the children of sin. The iron heels of religious despotism which the immigrants seized in order to possess themselves of the land and its treasures, to rob the indigenous of their wives and daughters, to enslave them and to spill their blood without remorse or remission. This holocaust led to an undying hatred breaking out now and then in furious revolt and civil war. The insurrection which more than once threatened the usurping of New Spain, is attributed to an elusive cabalistic guild of “Teotlauice” or Sacred Companions in arms. This coalition embraced numerous tribes of Mexico and Central America whose initiates were rank and file by degrees of royal priesthood similar to Roman Church hierarchy. Whoever or whatever was an enemy to the religion so brutally exerted upon the children of earth was to them an ally and a friend. Examples: Judas Iscariot, Pontius Pilate or the Anti-Christ. The secret councils and ceremonies maintained their ancient rites and old ways of their forefathers. Repertoires contained writings in Native language using symbolism and secret cypher passed down esoteric doctrines and occult intelligence which is the secret teachings of the ages.
Murderers are not born. They are molded as children. It requires vicious, repeated, intolerable cruelty to chase away someone’s spirit and create a nest where a demon is born. It comes at a time when victimized children give up hope. When they know they cannot endure the pain alone. It’s as if the soul fissions to spawn something stronger. A patron who can shield them from the pain. Tormented minds rarely acknowledge the traumas. Only the beast remembers and hates and waits. When it’s in a position to inflict destruction, the incarnate spirit erupts. Believing that by hurting others they can exercise the memories of their own childish terror and weakness. This is a futile attempt to kill the terrified child who still huddles inside them. As if by wielding the power of cruelty puts them on the side of it. To be one of the monsters, they are to be feared. A desperate attempt to banish the child’s soul entirely so the thing never again has to hear it crying or begging for help. Demons resent the children they protect. After all, they’re the strong ones. They endure the pain and survive while the child’s soul huddles in terror with its back turned unable even to watch. For a bully life is bondage, cruelty is emancipation. For the child to grow, discover what binds him. In the circle of life, what goes around comes around. If you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem.
Wise Old Owl
Many generations ago, when the creator made the bird people, He took that which was created for good but which may serve for evil and made a bird that was not noisy and noticeable like other birds. This one was silent, deadly quiet. No one could hear it fly or saw it during the day, and no one else saw it with other birds. Seldom did anyone hear its voice because it did not sing. During a vision quest, owl might say, “Look at my eyes. See how strange they are. How much power I have in them. My eyes look like the sun, illuminating great vision. I can see anything, here, far away, or even into the future. That is why nothing can hide from me. I am capable of blending into the color of the trees, night or snow. I am silent and can sneak up on anything, without being noticed…” Although the owl is considered a negative sign and bad power by most indigenous people, they still respect it, understanding there a two sides to everything. Owls are most commonly considered a messenger of accidents, illness, evil and death. But don’t fear it. Beware if you hear an owl hoot around your house, the closer it is, the closer the relative to be affected. If you see an owl look and holler at you in broad daylight, it really is death himself that is stalking you. Owls warn us of potential danger. Traditionals keep sweet grass braids or something to smudge with in their cars for this purpose. Take time to thank the owl for the message and sing a prayer song for protection.
How does social media affect people’s life?
We know that social media has brought us closer to networking, dating, connecting with new friends and much more.
But, it has also broke us apart due to cheating, cyber bullying, and exposing personal information. It has become a concern to us and boundaries can be made by the user, but unfortunately there’s people that don’t have limitation in social media, which affects the public and social sites.
The bright side of it is it helps people reconnect from a long time no see, network business to success, receive followers to support your career, even your beauty, and share public videos/phots for major views. Social media is meant to socialize, not to cause disturbance, so why not keep it that way- right? You may comment on this blog and share your persona opinion.