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MORNINGS WITH MICHAEL
It is Thursday morning. I was watching outside my prison cell window as morning fog was coming through the trees over the top of the mountain. My cell window is about 18 inches tall and six feet wide running parallel to the ceiling. It has a four inch wide bar spanning the center of the thick Plexiglas. It seemed to be so mysterious and foreboding. It kept my attention for quite a while. Then in about an hour, the sun’s rays peaked over the mountain top. Within minutes the sun’s heat burned up the fog…it was gone. The shadowy figures that resembled gun “tot’in” prison guards standing around the fences were now obviously fence posts. I laughed. The blowing tree tops pushed around by the wind now were peacefully green and lush; no longer mysterious.
Wow! It reminded me of my days here in this maximum security prison. When my vision is blurred by things going on in my life and I can’t see any good things in my day. My brain gets all foggy at even the thought of leaving my cell and going out in this world of hardened men. You know what I mean, those names that just came to your mind, the images that flashed before your eyes and the workplace drama you just thought of. Like the whispers echoing in my ears that I am alone. My life is over. It so hard sometimes to block the whispers…but then, the sun comes up over the mountain. The warmth of the Holy Spirit can be seen and felt and it silences the whispers and I can see that God has good things planned for my day. Go ahead my friend…open the door and go to your world. You will see things a lot clearer today…the Sun is Up!
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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.
I am a highly driven individual who refused to let the unimaginable corrupt prison system oppress me while on my journey of righting my wrongs of yesterday. My inner ambitions has fueled my hunger to be successful. Success to me is more than material things, it’s about happiness, bringing a smile to someone who’s having a bad day, to be an advocate for “PERSONAL DEVELOPMENT” in the lives of people who struggle mentally, socially, financially, physically, and emotionally. Why? Because I've experienced the struggle in all 5 areas of my life, and I've witnessed the impact of one determined person’s ability to make a difference in someone’s life, to alter ones direction, and the tremendous ‘RIPPLE” affect it had on everyone surrounding the individual.
I hope that me being open and honest will hold some weight with you……being here has taught me to be cold, antisocial, and for me to let my pain out into the open…..it might not seem like much to you, but for me it’s a big step and I'm willing to explore the bond that tow people walking two different paths can meet, can have no expectations, and still have a meaningful conversation, and the two are able to walk away from it with a better understanding of what life’s like for others…..Because what makes it special is that it takes more than the average person to be able to look past the stereotype of “men in prison” and take the time to get to know someone and believe in that person’s hopes and dreams as well as the dreams of others…
Technology has finally reared it’s beautiful head within these walls. Recently video visits and photos during visits have been allowed among friends and family. This gives my pen pals, potential friends and much valued associates a chance to see my face when we talk, or have a memento of when you brighten my day. If you’re in another State, Country or on another Continent we can touch bases. If you want to come visit me, we can preserve the memory within a few pictures. The video visit will erase all of the miles between us, the photos will give us something to think about when we’re apart. Our conversations can be a gateway to a lifelong friendship. I’m not sure if women still love men without children, or who are always earning an honest dollar, but I really like a woman who’s comfortable in her own skin and likes her job. We can have a face to face from across the long distance. I wouldn’t mind making you smile, and taking in the results of my effort. I believe that honesty, occupations and respect are important to any type of friendship. If you feel like this video visit, and photos can be something you can get into I’ll meet you on the other end of the screen. Innovations like this rarely happen on this side of the world. So I’m taking full advantage of them with your help of course. Hopefully I’ll be seeing you, Oh phone calls, voicemail, text messages are at their lowest, so let’s take advantage of it.