Jude Stringfellow's Blog, page 70

Closer to Autumn!

 As we close out July, I am reminded that we are still less than 1/2 way through the heat wave of 2022.  Yes, of course, it's worse than last year. We're an entire year closer to the end of time as we know it. The Bible is clear about weather changes. I guess some would like to say "climate change", but the fact is God doesn't lie, and He said this would happen. He also said that we'd face other calamities in the end, there would be certain (named) countries forming alliances at the end as well.  He also mentioned the mannerisms of people, employers, family-to-family, couples, and their children. Guess what folks, WE ARE AT THE END! This makes me really happy!

    It's a Win-Win for me. Either we go to Heaven in the Rapture or we see better weather on the near horizon. I'm good.  I made it through July with only a few mishaps when it comes to dodging human traffic to get to the restrooms in public places. The heat can do a number on your belly when you least expect it.  I have been able to drink nearly 2x the water intake that I normally take in, and believe me when I say I normally outdrink (water or lemon water) a water buffalo! I'm really just one big travel mug when it comes to pouring water down my throat.  To be fair, I've been drinking more than 100 oz (3 liters) of water with lemon or lime for nearly 2 years. Wow, in four days it will be 2 years!

    So, two years ago (4 days from now) I woke up and I was just not having it anymore. The day before I had fallen from my horse AGAIN, and I just knew it was because the saddle didn't fit, or the blanket was scratching him, or something. NOPE. Those were not the causes of my fall. The fact was I was fat! I'm not going to sugarcoat it, you shouldn't sugarcoat it when sugar has basically been the real issue. I love sugar. I make cakes with powder sugared icing, but I won't use it now in anything baked or eaten other than when powdered sugar is used for icing. You can't get the texture you need with Stevia. Two years ago I weighed 216 pounds. Even when I was pregnant and about to give birth to my third child, I wasn't that big. I let my body go to the point that my horse utterly refused to let me ride, and I don't blame him.

    A horse that is 1000 pounds should only be expected to take 20-22% of his or her body weight and that includes the saddle. I was 216, and my saddle was about 28 pounds, so you're talking (wait, there's Math involved) 244 pounds. My horse would need to be between 1150-1220 pounds to take that weight comfortably and he was rocking 1000 maybe!  Though 24.4% is not a huge problem for a horse for short periods of time, I was asking more of him than he was willing to comfortably do, and that's what happened. I was no longer comfortable in the saddle. I thudded to the ground and let me tell you, 216 pounds hitting the ground hurts. It was time to change EVERYTHING and I knew it.

    I sold my horse because I knew it would be a year before I could lose enough weight to ride like a skinny girl again.  I didn't account for my girth when I pushed through for canters and my girth paid homage to the laws of gravity. I lost in that one a few times.  I sold the horse to a great family, and I started the long process of eating better, drinking only lemon water, no soda, no sugar in my drinks at all, and I did away with the candies I kept as snacks. I traded sugars for nuts, fruits, veggies, and grains. In about a year's time (August 2021) had lost about 48 pounds. I was really hoping it would be 50, but it was 48.  So from 216 to (wait, Math again) 168 and I rode my daughter's horse to "reward" myself.  SUCH a difference! Oh my gosh, I came so close to just buying another horse, I'm not kidding you.

    Today, just four days from the 2nd anniversary of my diet and exercise program, I am literally still 168, but, I am smaller than I was last year at this time, so I have to assume I am building muscle. I have that belly still, I still have bigger breasts, and I don't want them. I have a plan to rid myself of them permanently, but I'm going to give myself 6-8 months more of dieting and exercising, weight lifting, and stretching to see if I can get them down to a reduced size and it will be easier on me to recover when I do have them reshaped.  Most women want augmentation, not this one. If I come out looking like I did as a freshman in high school I will not complain!

    SUMMER is more than 1/3 gone!! THANK YOU, JESUS!  Done with the 100+ degree weather, but we do still have about 4 more weeks of it. August tends to roll by faster than July because I find myself pouring myself into my work. This year it will be teaching again, like it was in 2021, 2019, and 2018.  In 2020 we were all asked to stay home and work from home, which I was doing anyway, so there was nothing really to do other than sweat and complain about it. I don't know why we Americans complain about the heat outside when we have cooler homes, but maybe we just like to complain, or maybe it's the electric bill that skyrockets due to the heat outside. Either way, we complain throughout July and August, and we like to joke and say that the first day of the State Fair brings the needed rain! (We say that because the first day of the State Fair typically pours as the skies open up and ruin the first day revenues year after year.)

    Six more weeks! Can she do it? I think I can. I think I can press forward with my new exercise program, the diet, the water intake, and the new changes with Matcha tea vs. coffee. Green tea is supposed to trigger the metabolism, and I need to be triggered, let me tell you!  I'm also taking in activated charcoal twice a day to see if I can get even more "toxin" out of my system.  Did you know that the doctors who were forced to give the jabs have been actively telling patients and anyone who will listen, to use activated charcoal to get "toxic waste" out of your system? True fact. I'm doing it. I also soak in vinegar water (1 cup) with 1/2 cup of baking soda every night, and use essential rose oil in a mix of almond oil and mineral oils afterward. Rose oil has a frequency level of 320!  WHAT? You don't know about frequency levels? I'm sorry, there's another blog for that!

Bring on September!!!

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Italian Cream Cake (Because I can)

 You know me, I don't (and can't) play the guitar to save my life. I mean, if my life were literally depending on it, I would at least have the wherewithal to grab the damn thing by the neck and use it as a beating tool to find myself either space, time, or both. I just can't expect my fingers or thumbs to do the things that some people can do with their eyes closed; making the most amazing sounds that God has ever created. It is what it is, but there is something I can do, and I don't know that I've ever tried to do it with my eyes closed, but if push came to shove and there was no other way, I could if I needed to, make and bake an Italian cream cake! I'm really very good at it! 

    There are times, and today was one of them, that I'll just be sitting at my computer thinking about remodeling a home I don't own, and the strong and urgent sensation that I need to bake just creeps right over me and through me. I have a few go-to recipes that seem to stave off anything too serious, but today it was one of the ultimate comfort foods; Italian cream cake. I think I put my first one together when I was in grade school. I didn't actually enter the State Fair with it, but I lied and told people that I did. I never said I won any ribbons, I just said I entered it into the competition. God only knows why my mom let me get away with such nonsense. She couldn't bake, that's probably it right there! LOL...sorry Mom.  She's a great artist though! She makes her recipes out of oils, pastels, pencils, and watercolors. 

    The Italian cream cake is one of those over-the-top eggy types and you have to blend it using a hand mixer to get it fluffy and smooth.  You add the coconut to stiffen it up a bit, and of course for flavor and texture.  The recipe calls for buttermilk, and at room temperature. I didn't have buttermilk. I have not been able to find it either, thank you very much. I can make it, but I didn't take the time to do that today. I used whipping cream and regular milk, let it set out for an hour, and added a bit of vanilla.  It's all good. No, really, it is ALL very very good.

    I don't need or want to bake a round cake here at my house since it's just Laura and I living here. We don't need to be fancy. I cut the recipe back enough to fill up a 9x9 Pyrex and since I had a bit left over I formed a couple of good-sized cupcakes as well.  I just took them out of the oven and put them straight into the freezer so I can ice them and drop a few pecans on top.  That's gonna be really nice - - I don't really have to have a reason to celebrate when I bake. I just bake. It's the same thing that some people do when they walk into a room and pick up their Gibson or their Fender. I have a Yamaha guitar that I call Wally. I do actually pick him up and play chords so he's not lonely. I offered him a bite of my cupcake - - he declined. 

    For me, baking is not just a thing to do. I consider it a release of stress, pressure, happiness, joy, sorrow, and even mental anguish if I had any, but I don't really have anything like that - - maybe it's because I bake. I am quite sure there must be a solid connection between anxiety and blending eggs into Stevia. I don't use sugar when I bake. I haven't used granulated sugar for more than 2 years. I get the same results and no one knows the difference.  I don't have to freak over the calories, which means I can have two pieces of Italian cream cake if I want to! (I mean, let's get real, I could eat the whole thing if Laura wasn't here to help). I think I'll grab a friend or two to share it.  If you're gonna sing a song you wrote, or recite a poem you wrote, you'll want someone else to like it too; right? Yeah! I'm the same when it comes to food. I have to share. (I have a few good friends you know, I keep them happy)

    Here's the recipe I used. I don't know that I found it anywhere, it's just the one I use. (Remember, this is for a 9x9 glass dish, not a 3-tier round)

Preheat the oven to 350. You don't want the top browning before the middle.

Cream together in a mixing bowl (I use a hand mixer)

4 eggs

1 cup of Stevia

3/4 cup of butter

1 tsp of vanilla

1 cup of buttermilk (I used whipping cream and Lactaid)

Add the following:

1-1/2 cups of all-purpose flour

1 tsp baking soda

1/2 tsp salt

3/4 cup of flaked coconut

BLEND with a hand mixer until really smooth.

Pour it into a 9x9 (sprayed with oil) glass dish. Bake for about 35 minutes, but check it a few times. You'll know it's ready when the sides and top are a golden brown, you can lightly touch the top and it doesn't give, and you can check it with a toothpick in the middle. If the toothpick comes out clean, it's done.

The icing: (ONLY apply when the cake is cool)

2-1/2 cups of powdered sugar (I don't use Stevia for this)

8 oz of cream cheese

1/4 cup of butter

1 tsp of vanilla

BLEND IT AND MAKE IT CREAMY. (add coconut if you want)

When the cake is done you can wait to cool it or stick it in the fridge or freezer for a few minutes.  Add pecans to the icing if you want, or just spread the icing and then add the pecans.  If you do make a round cake this recipe will make a two-tier only and the pans need to be sprayed and use a little flour on them to help get the cake out before icing it.

Photo Credit: Me

Tipping at the Register

 Apparently, there have been some changes in the restaurant business since the Pandemic.   Now, since waitstaff is rarely coming to your table now, and you must order at the register, they are no longer coming by to take an order, fill your drink, fill your order, check on you, and then take up your plates to prepare for the next guest. They want you to order at the front, pay at the front, and LEAVE A TIP at the register even if they are not going to do anything for you. The reason someone would tip is that the service is good, not so that we can pay for it in advance. I watched a couple NOT pay the tip and saw that the waitstaff at the front didn't give them as good of service as they did myself and my friend. We both left tips, but we didn't want to. My friend told me if we didn't give at least a 15% percent tip we could expect slower service and then she said, "and only God knows what they may do to your food". I flat out hate that!

    In America, we are conditioned to tip our waitstaff because we know they are paid a minimum wage and earn the rest of their income through tips. It used to be something really low like $2.50 an hour plus whatever tips you could receive. In 2010 my daughters waited tables and made $2.25-2.50 per hour, but they made bank from tips; they were friendly and cordial, funny, and made people feel welcome. It was not unheard of for either of my kids to bring home $200 a night and they didn't serve alcohol, they were serving dinners, and pancakes at a waffle house!  Today, I went to a McAlisters and ordered a $10 meal, it came with a tiny side, and I ordered a tea which added $2.49 on top of my meal. That's a lot of money for tea if you ask me. Yes, they will refill it for you, they better! As I was inserting my credit card the lady at the register said "It will ask you another question, and it's totally up to you."  Really? No, it's not.

    When I visit the UK I am always that American, you know, the one that pulls out their credit card to pay, and then tips the wait staff when I leave. There, in the UK, they are paid a working wage, and the average citizen doesn't tip anyone at any restaurant unless it's a fancy place, and they want to impress those they are with.  Americans just automatically give up 15%-20% of our meal price if the service is good, but I've not really found good service in the UK and I'm thinking it's more or less connected to the fact that they get a wage and don't expect a tip. When I have to flag someone down and ask for a refill only to be told I'll need to pay for a 2nd drink, you can bet I'm not going to feel much like tipping in that situation. NOW, because of the lame Pandemic-excuse, we are being forced to PAY FOR THE SERVICE before we get it through tipping at the register, or we have to possibly suffer the consequences - - whatever they may be. I'm not happy.

    The food was OK at McAlister's tonight, but they weren't generous with their beef like they used to be. I think inflation has reared its ugly head in every nook and cranny possible. I'm not going to spend $13 on a meal if I'm not being served a decent amount of food; I can stay home, save money, treat myself well, never put up a tip, and guarantee myself at least one free refill on tea, water, or whatever the hell I decide to drink. I really like myself. I could serve myself all night! I think it's time we consumers began putting up a fuss about what it is we expect and what it is that we won't tolerate.   I don't have to go out, I choose to do so. I don't have to beg someone to do their job, they should just do it. I should never have to worry about the condition or safety of my food if I choose not to add a tip to my bill before even being served. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. That's what YELP is for I suppose!

    Too many of us are complaining these days about the way younger people handle customer service, and there's a reason for that.  Younger people can't really handle customer service (generally speaking) and when I have to wait for a cashier to put her damn phone down to take my order there's a problem. When I call her manager over and he's about a year older, and I see him put his phone away before coming to speak to me, there's another problem. Again, that's what YELP is for. Perhaps we can stop trying to settle matters at the establishment and try our luck with leaving comments online. That's where it will make a difference to them nowadays anyway! I realize it's 2022, and I need to think outside my old-fashioned time-machine type of box, but then again, I have to say it, we did things so much better when I was in that position. I wanted my job. I looked forward to being paid. I thought I could handle more hours so I could get a car, or be independent. That's not a motivator these days.  Oh well, my choice. I don't have to put myself in those restaurants.

    It's been a bit of a rant. I get that, but from time to time I'm allowed. It is my blog after all. 

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What My Son Has Taught Me.

 Reuben is a big man.  He's not the biggest, he's about 6'1" and he weighs about 230 pounds I suppose. He's tall, handsome, really bright, and intelligent, mind you, and he's simply the most amazing man I've ever had the privilege of knowing. Not that I'm the least bit biased, but if you don't believe anything I say about my son, you can feel free to ask either of his grandmothers, they will certainly agree with me on every point.  

    All that being said, my son can be an asshat. He admits it, he rather embraces it as well.  We'll be walking (anywhere) and my darling boy hates it, won't tolerate it, when someone wants to approach either of us for any reason. He's not where were are to chat, he's not where we are to talk (small talk), to be asked if he needs help, or to be given any assistance whatsoever. If he needed assistance, he would damn well ask for it. Since he hasn't asked for it, it can be rightly assumed that he doesn't need any assistance whatsoever.  This can be seen by spectators or on-lookers as being a bit gruff, to put it mildly; most people see him coming and either stand to the side or dip their heads so as not to give eye contact. One thing my son LOVES to do is to walk straight to where he's going, nearly daring someone to cut him off, and when they come close enough to him he stares directly into their eyes as he pushes past with his face stoic and uninviting. No one has approached us; not once. We get where we're going uninterrupted for the most part.

    I was at the mall today and I was doing two things; one, I was getting my steps in, and two, I was trying to walk through the mall without buying anything or being distracted in any way because I didn't want to buy anything. I was there to get my 10,000+ steps in.  It's over 105 degrees again today, and I just wanted to work my body! I had no intention of buying anything from anyone. At the mall there are about 20 different merchants standing in the middle of the vast halls, calling out to folks to get them to come up to their kiosks to buy something. They sell keychains, phone cases, stuffed animals, cards, makeup, you name it. I didn't want to be bothered so I went into REUBEN MODE!! (it really worked)

    There I am, in the Penn Square Mall in Oklahoma City.  I walked with purpose. I threw my shoulders back, stood as tall as I could and I put my "Don't-even-think-about-looking-in-my-face" eyes on.  I kept my jaw tight, I breathed just so. I had to actively think about my breathing so I wouldn't overdo it, and so I could draw in the right amount for the faster pace I was keeping. I must have passed 300 people, not one of them got in my way. Without exception they began parting to the right and to the left, a couple of them saw me coming and scooted across in front of me a bit to get to the other side before I overtook them. I was really enjoying myself and I thought I should take a minute and text my son to let him know how very grateful I am to be pushing through the crowds with ease on my mission to walk my 5+ miles in the air-conditioned mall!

    The Penn Square Mall holds a bit of history for Reuben and me. It was the mall we came to when he was just a lad, and he put his right hand into some white gooey clay mix in order to make a permanent hand print for the new and innovative play area of the Mall itself. Hundreds of kids did it that weekend.  His handprint was marked with his initials RS, and placed on the wall. They tried to tell us where the hand print would be once they were placed, but I suppose it would be nearly impossible to get them all straight.  We found his handprint though!  Many years later they took the handprints down off the walls and they mentioned it on television and such so parents or even the kids themselves (who were all grown up 25 years later) could come to get their plastered handprints. Reuben's is still on the wall. They kept about 100 of the prints. His is next to Macy's department store. It used to be Foleys. I stop by it when I go, and I think about my Baby Boy being so little. He smiled more than you know, and he didn't mind if people approached.

    Today, my little boy is a military man, a commander of sorts, as well as a businessman, owning his own insurance agency (basically). He works for a company, but on his own, so it's difficult to explain.  He's still in the Armed Forces and has been deployed a few times.  I'm absolutely sure that his walking face has been perfected for years as he leads and trains soldiers to be all that they can be.  To me, he will always be my son, my baby boy, my hero, and my guardian. If he can teach me things I'll pay attention - - as long as I know he loves me, and I do in fact know that.

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Gathering Ways to Hide Evidence (For the Book)

 I feel like I shouldn't just come out and say what I'm doing when I am caught taking photos of crevices at the stores I walk through. I'm over there in the lawn and garden area of my local Home Depot, and I'm taking photos of places that are out of the way, perhaps hidden by a big bulky pallet of bricks or bird feed. In the book one of the characters allows people to hide their (what we will call evidence) wares for a price. The price she charges isn't money. She asks them to provide the feed or the sawdust she needs to feed her livestock or to redress their stalls. If the supplies for these locations in her barn dwindle and their wares are seen where they could be found, well then, so be it. It's then up to the supplier to keep her grain-happy and saw-dust-aplenty! 

    I shouldn't just explain myself when I'm asked by the manager or a curious employee what it is that I'm doing. I should be coy and say I'm an artist or something, and I like to paint the scenes others pass by and never see.  I suppose I could also say something like, "I'm about to dispose of a body I've just found lying about my house. I think it would be more interesting if it were found here."  No, I can't do that. I'm not that mean and I don't want to face criminal charges for being flippant! The truth is, I'm a writer, and I do have a body to dispose of. I haven't exactly worked out the how, when, where, or why of the murder, but that's just murder. I need to find a way (or ways) to keep the legal wolves at bay!

    Today, at Home Depot, I found Lyme, other liquids, and chemicals I could use in a pit or something. I found bird feed, bricks, concrete, sand, and other semi-solids that would be helpful. I could do what they did to the body of Elmer McCurdy, and pour a yard of concrete on top of the body - - maybe level off a sidewalk or a new porch. That would work if the character just purchased a new place and thought he/she needed to spruce it up a bit.  Maybe I'll think of a way to do that in the country, but right now the body in question is just a piece of a body; the majority of it has already been...disposed of, and may I say, it will not be found. (CLUE!)

    There are certain instruments that could be found and connected with the body parts. One would think throwing them into the lochs would be the best way to dispose of them, but perhaps dissembling them first would be better. Then again, if a young boy out fishing were to find just a piece of a saw blade without the handle, it could bring questions. If he were just to find the entire blade with the handle, it may only seem to have been dropped from a boat out on the loch perhaps, nothing to see here folks.  Cleavers are good.  No one suspects a cleaver in a kitchen to be anything except a cleaver in a kitchen. Sawblades without handles in the loch? No, it may be too risky indeed (and in deed). 

    I found grills too.  I found lighter fluid. I found matches. I found shovels and rocks, bricks, and screens that could be used to build an outdoor fire pit. Did they have big grills in the 1930s? I'll need to research how a family would enjoy an outdoor meal (or twelve) were they to find the need (even the necessity) to fire up the charcoals. Can charcoal be used for other uses? I'm told it can whiten your teeth and more importantly, bind toxins or poisons in your gut if you've been slipped something dangerous. Would someone need a medical license to obtain activated charcoal in 1930? Was it even activated at that time? I'll need to read up on that as well. I found bags of the Kingsford brand on my Home Depot shelves. Was it in a hardware store in Chicago, New York, or Edinburgh in 1930? Maybe. 

    I found Master brand padlocks. How long have they been around? Would they have been made solely of brass? I just read that in 1919 an American named Harry Soref invented the padlock from layers of steel in order to secure military belongings and supplies. Before the lock, he created a Master Key, a skeleton-type key, but he wanted a lock that couldn't be picked by his own invention. A thinking man, that one. So, the Master Lock will play a part in my book.  Soref was from Wisconsin, which is not so far from Chicago. Nick may have met Mrs. Soref at a military ball, you just never know. The Navy Pier is there you know, in Chicago! A Master Lock demonstration perhaps? We'll see.

    It's so much fun to build and bring forth the characters in these books. I'm using the Perry Mason style of writing (author Erle Stanley was a master for sure) and I'll make sure to give credit where credit is due. Though a bit on the sarcastic and cheesy side, I love it, and I will use it when I can. Tongue in cheek is not beyond me. I live for the chance to use double meanings, innuendo, and clever wordage. I am NOTHING if not wordsy, and artsy-fartsy while being wordsy.  It must be. It must be because it is in fact being written by me, and that is the only way I know how to present anything - - if you don't like it, you can always donate your copy! (Just as long as you buy one, that's all I care about. Just kidding. I want you to like it, too.)

    What else did I find? I found hand tools. I found hammers, ball, claw, you name it. I found them. I found power tools, but there weren't many if any in 1930, so I'll stick with the basics. I think that's one point I love about these books, they will all be without many modern luxuries, and even the toilets will be crude at times.  Think about it, when you make an outhouse you dig a hole. No one is going to go digging in that hole later, are they? Wouldn't it be a great place to stash a body, or maybe just part of a body? Maybe? Would it be so bad if I filled it up with concrete to seal it later? You know so that no one smells anything? Maybe?

     I found fencing, wood, chain, metal, and wire. I found spools of wire. I found gloves, pliers, clamps, and vices. I found tool boxes, bags, places to store tools, and since there weren't really any scheduled garage pick-ups in those days, (people mainly burned their garage) I found a few garden spades.  Garden spades would be of greater use if they were used to dig small holes in the side of a hill or moor. Small tools can do a lot of damage in the hands of a small tools expert; wouldn't you say?

    I had fun. That's for sure. I ended up going to the mall, to the library, to the grocery store, and to an open farmers market today. One thing I had to do, something that wasn't available in the 1930s for sure; I hit up Target's Back to School sale and picked up 12 composition notebooks for .50 cents each! I LOVE this time of year. I bought index cards, pens, highlighters, and a binder to put my notebooks in. Yeah, I'm old school. I like to write things out first, then write them out using the keyboard. I think working with the pen works my brain - - I know this, when I'm writing quickly I'm thinking quickly. I have to physically slow my hand down in order to think of finer details - - are you like that too? 

Write something.  Find out.

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Book Research (This is so GROSS)

 If you know me, you know I can't go fishing because I can't do blood. I can't put the worm on the hook, I can't see the fish on the hook (caught by the mouth) and I can't possibly cut up a fish, filet it, and/or chop off its head and tail. That is JUST NOT going to happen. Now, that being said, I am perfectly capable of writing about it in full and disgusting detail if I needed to. I just can't actually do it. I can't watch Chicago Med without my fingers of my left hand covering my eyeballs most of the time - - and it's one of my favorite shows.  I can read about gross things, but then I start seeing them, and I can't hardly take it, so I have to go for a walk or pray through it. I can write about it, but then I can't read it back to myself easily - - still, the disposal of the bodies I write about have always been the focus of my murder writings, not necessarily the act(s) themselves. Murder is just that, murder. It's an act, but the lead-up, the cover-up, the disposal, and the trial prep -- those are interesting facts.

    Today, I'm writing the Murder Book! I've been threatening to write it for years now. I've written stories, grotesque and morbid, often way too macabre for my own brain, however, the book is another feat. The book is not just a story, it is a collection of facts, many stories leading up to and surrounding the main story, which is then separated out and told by others in the form of a trial, testimony, expert witnesses, and of course, verdicts.  I'm finally making the words mean more than just notes on cards.  I have in fact decided to dive deeper into the characters first so that I know who I am dealing with. I'm naming them, giving them reasons to survive and thrive. I'm addressing their backstories, finding out why they are connected if they are connected, and exactly how they may be forever forged by the ties that now bind them. Are these ties made of imaginary convictions or are they made of wire or hemp? Someone Had to Die. (The title of the book, Someone Had to Die)

    So, after laying down the sticks and bones of the main characters I'm going through Wikipedia to gather information and intel on a couple of would-be actors in the play was this a play.  Many true-to-life characters will be referenced in the book; one of which is the character, the real-life serial child molester, a killer, and found to be cannibal named Albert Fish.  Fish was the subject of a 2007 released film called The Grey Man, a movie my son was hired to act in (2005) and one I have only seen once after realizing the director cut my son's good scenes! WHAT? How dare he? Oh well, I have the stills from the event. I can say with complete honesty that my son was the best-looking cop on the set, bar none! (Side note, when Reuben was asked to tackle the stunt man who was doubling for the bad guy, he took the order a bit too seriously. My son played football at the time and was one of the state's leading linemen. Just braggin'.)

    I'm reading about Fish and I'm reading about another disgusting piece of shit named Peter Kutren. Kutren was known as the Vampire of Dusseldorf. Oh, the things these men did to people. I can't hardly stomach reading about it. Like I said, I can write about it, make it up, use these events and sickening descriptions to salt and pepper my own stew of tales, but nasty, nasty, nasty! I shake in my boots thinking about it, and I'm only wearing my socks!.  (I have to restate that, I do actually have on other bits of attire as well, I'm not sitting at my keyboard in JUST my socks..no, I'm odd at times, but not that way.) I just don't wear shoes if I don't need to. My preacher goes barefoot most of the time. I like my feet covered. I have the dirtiest socks this side of the Mississippi, but that's another subject to be discussed. I may actually put that in the book, who knows? I find a lot of really interesting and not-so-interesting facts to add to my notes.

    What's happening today is note-taking. The building, the getting to know who and what I'm dealing with. Next, I'll pop notes and tidbits in some sort of order, maybe make a skeleton of the timeline, go from there, and fill in the blanks. After I get the blanks filled in I'll remove and add more fillers and I'll change my mind completely, just because I can, then I'll put it back the way it was because I think it's good, and that's the plan for now.  It's worked pretty well in the past - - but this time I'm publishing!  I'm also testing the waters by leaking quotes and tiny bits of information online to see what sort of responses I get.  I've been emailed by about 4 of the characters so far; people I've cast in a shadow of a glance type modification(s) of a character. All of my good friends will be cast in the book one way or the other. They know this. I'm not asking permission, just letting them know. If they don't want me using their real names I won't (Except for Robin! Robin will be Robin because she is such a good Robin! It's a wonder British name and she fits it.)

    One of my new characters is based on a tiny woman at the pet store. She's given me permission to use her character in the book. She's even allowed me to call her by her first name, and I think I will.  There were plenty of women with the name Katie (Kathryn) back in the 30s and in Chicago.  She's a feisty one!  You have to watch out for the quiet ones you know. Another character is our friend Joakim from Sweden, he's allowed me to use his name as well.  A young adventurous weather student from a foreign country who just happens to follow the extreme weather wherever it leads him. We won't see much of Joakim in the first book, maybe a line or two, but he reappears in the 2nd book as it takes place in and around Norman, Oklahoma - - tornadoes!!  Oh wait, I can't give too much away now, can I?

    OK, gotta get back to the slaying of my brain now.  Wikipedia is a wealth of information about these historical figures, the time period(s), decoration, decorum, places, and settings. I've stumbled across a treasure for sure, but my spirit is turned when I realize that the victims of these killers were truly alive. They were real and human beings with love, fear, feelings, anxiety, emotional distress, and in some cases open torture. I cry just reading about them. When I think about the end, the day we know will eventually come to these barbaric men (and women), I am no more at peace with the innocent lives they took.  I just can't understand true psychosis. I never will understand it.

Photo Credit: Pinterest 

Book Prep. (The Time is Now)

 Just because I haven't published all of my books doesn't mean I haven't written them. It would not be out of left field to say I've written more than 100 books; it's just most people don't count journals or diaries as authored books. Let's see, each journal over the past few years has been over 220 pages and I've hand-written all of them. I could, if I wanted to, canon a few, type them up and produce one right after the other so that the official count could be, well, official.  I wonder if I could get even three people to read the contents of those dull and mundane "write" of passage. I doubt it.

    I have published six times I think. I have a couple of books ready to be published, and I have one that is just about ready to be put to the pen in its first fully developed skeleton form.  What I do usually (always) is buy a new composition notebook so that I can write all the thinking thoughts I have while I'm thinking about the stories that will be told in the book. There has to be a beginning, a middle, and an end, but because I believe the end should be known, I find myself working backward, but not in reverse chronological order by any means. I jump all over the place when I write. I think this thought, scratch it, come up with three new thoughts, and scrap those. I read and watch old shows to get ideas. I write more, scrap more, think more, and finally come up with the best idea there is; to ask the dog!

    I've been asking my dog(s) life questions and boundary questions for years. Rover was certainly the king of knowledge, by the time I was three he was two and we were inseparable.  He may have carried my sister's middle name, but he was MY dog! I don't think there will be much of a fuss about it when we all see Jesus. Nope, that dog, unless he is stuck in my grandfather's arms, will run straight to me! I know he will. If I have to take my gramps out by the knees to make that happen, well, there you go! LOL...you'd have to know...gramps only had one knee! 

    Tomorrow it is! Not only is it my baby girl's 32nd birthday, but it is also the day I decide to write down the names of all or most of the characters in the murder book. I'll also dial up a few interesting facts about each of them, and I'll try to start them out on their own to see if they leap off the pages and create the story on their own or if I'll have to still push and nudge a little. Tinny cheesy music may help a bit, the book does take place in the mid-20th century before Spotify, the internet, and even phones really. Most people didn't have them, only the police and other important people. Niki's character will no doubt need a phone. She's exotic. She'll have whatever she needs. Jeannie's character, on the other hand, will talk big about having her own phone and make a fuss about such extras, but hers is a more modest true-to-the-times story to tell. Her passage on the ship was not necessarily an accident, but she didn't have to pay her own way. She was a class A bargainer! A networker before networking was really all that big of a deal.

    It's happening!! I bought a few books from Amazon tonight to go through and get a nice little foundation of interesting facts and provoking thoughts going. An obscure author named Richard Miles wrote a couple of books in the 50s that may be of some interest.  He was an actor in Perry Mason before turning to the typewriter. He also became a teacher, and in one of his books, he murdered several faculty members of the school! I wrote a blog about doing something similar in 2021, and it cost me my job at the middle school where I was teaching! Some people don't have any sense of humor! Now, the Miles books will feed my brain - - and your interest indirectly, I suppose.

    This book introduces Nick Posh, the rough-cut detective with dual citizenship from both America and Great Britain.  His intentions to remain in America as much as he possibly can have been interrupted by a wee inconvenience involving the murder of a colleague several years ago. The wee inconvenience occurred when the body (or part of it) was found.  Something obviously didn't go as planned, and the truth was about to be shared before the courts. Just his luck, Nick's that is, that upon returning to the scene another inconvenience occurs; the only witness to the possible disposal of the body was unceremoniously murdered by his wife, a woman whose family more than wanted to never see Posh's face again.  Couldn't she have waited another week before sending the singer to his last curtain call?

    I can't wait!!  I'll probably not sleep well either. I'll be thinking of decorations from the 1930s in both Chicago and New York. I'll have to find books on Edinburgh from that time period, and do a bit of research to see when the libraries were open, what streets they were on, and so forth. It's not going to be a book full of too many fluffy details, but I don't want to make the mistake of inputting a 1970s wall hanging in a 1930s period book - - geez, that would embarrass me. Or would it? I could add a bit of Tesla teasing at that point and have little Barron Trump make an appearance, again, you have to know to know.

FUN TIMES!!

Photo Credit: ME.  This is my son Reuben from a movie shot in Guthrie, OK in 2005. It was a 1930's period film (NYC).  He was a rookie cop! In reality, he was just out of high school.  So handsome.

Still Praying. I Don't Have a Choice.

 It's been nearly three years now.  Time flies. I've written about this before, so there's no need to go into it really, maybe just a recap for those who may not understand why I'm still choosing to pray for someone so toxic and so hurtful. I guess the simple answer is I don't want to! I've begged God at least 1000 times to let me stop, but then I'm reminded of the fact(s) that Jesus didn't hang on the cross just for me. He did it for the good, the bad, the ugly, and even the unseen.  He died for the liars. He died for the truth tellers. He died for the same reason He chose to come here to die in the first place, and that was to fulfill (to the letter) everything He ever set out to achieve. Our sin (no matter how big or how tiny) is enough for Him to make that sacrifice. Who the hell am I to argue if He commands (not demands) that I continue to pray for someone who I've given up on because Jesus never will give up on any one of us.

    The simple fact is that this man is a real piece of work! Most people, including himself, would have and still do call him worse names than I can come up with. I have never met the man in person. Mine has been a journey of research, having people send me things out of the blue because they know my connection. I've had people literally make up fake accounts online so they can send me information about the guy, and I swear, I swear, I think sometimes it's the man himself doing it so I won't stop hitting the prayer closet for him because even HE knows he's not worth the time, effort, words, or trouble - - but there I am, and there I will be.  Thank you, Jesus. I think of it this way; if I find a wallet full of money I find the owner. I do that, even if I need cash, because I know I would want someone to return my purse or wallet to me. I wouldn't want them taking my money before they returned it.  EVEN if someone did take my money before (or if) they returned my purse or wallet, I can't stop doing what I know is right - - again, Thank you, Jesus.

    Three years ago I was listening to music and decided to switch it up and listen to not only worship music, but Celtic Christian music.  I Googled it, found it, and the band I found was just that.  At the time, not now, their lead singer was a man I won't call by name. He gets a bit upset with me when I do that. He can go suck an egg, I don't care, but I don't need to bring attention if it doesn't need to be brought. The purpose of the blog is to state the obvious; that is to say that I'm still praying and I am not going to stop praying because I was told to pray. How does one do that when their heart is tightly wrapped for protection against the words and emotions that spew from the keyboard of the man she's praying for? I guess I just do it the way I always have.  I take my rock in my hand, invite the dog to go into the closet with me, and I sigh a little, breathe a lot, and shake my head while admitting to God that I have NO IDEA what I'm doing! (But I'm still doing it)

    About a year ago the man was at a concert in Cornwall, England where he was giving a 33-minute speech to the crowd. I thought I had heard all of his podcasts, and/or anything that featured him since I was inclined to find information about him so I could pray for him (this was during the time I didn't mind doing so) and yes, this podcast from the producers of the show, had escaped me. I found it today only because another fan of his sent it to me after she had heard him badmouthing me in his hometown! She's an artist too, and I support her through whatever means I can. I try to promote great artists who sing of Christ. She sent me the podcast and her words in the email were a bit sad.  She said "Wow, what a difference a year makes" and she couldn't have been more right.

    During the 33 minutes, this man openly spoke the deep and honest truth about his upbringing, his lack of Christ as a child and young adult, and how he found himself lying to everyone and himself so he could score another drink or buy drugs. He was a mess from the time he was about 15; his parents split, he was bullied at school, and he explored and used sex, drank, and did drugs.  As a young teen found himself at the end of a few battering rams/fists which caused him to be hospitalized for the first time perhaps, but certainly not the last time.  If my math is correct, and it may not be, he's been in and out of hospitals and rehabs just about every five years since the year 2000.  Don't think I'm sharing information that hasn't been shared. I wouldn't do that. He himself has posted these dates, I'm just recapping so you'll have an idea of what sort of mess he found and finds himself in. This is WHY the man needs prayer.  God has always allowed Satan to tempt and torment those who are close to Him, as a way to teach and instruct us to remain faithful. Those of us who have come through the fires are now able to pray for those who are going through them. 

    Prayer is a direct messaging system and communication with God. When one prays we are literally in touch with the Creator of the universe. We're not talking to the Moon. We're talking to the One who set that and all the other planets in place. It's not a small thing to be prayed for. It is a HUGE gift and it is a  HUGE privilege to have someone praying for you; that's why it really stings and hurts when others ask you to stop praying for them, or they say they never asked you to do so. Hey, guess what friend, I didn't ask to pray either! I was told to! I was literally directed to do so.  God knows me. I am apt to stop, walk away, throw my hands in the air, and proclaim this asshat is NOT worth my time! The only thing is, he is worth my time because MY TIME is not MINE.  I am bought, just like he was bought, with the price of the holiest of holy commodities; the Blood of Jesus. We are NOT our own. 

    You know the saying, "There but by the Grace of God go I"?  That saying applies here. I could not have had a more different upbringing than my friend had. I was born into a loving Christian home. I was the last of four, I was the baby, I was spoiled rotten, I admit that. I had not only a Christian upbringing but the Christian discipline to go along with it. My backside was tanned up a few more times than this man ever experienced, but if you ask me, he could have used a good spanking from his parents while he was being reared! Some people haven't been sent to the shed to meet Paw Paw and it shows!  In my family, if I was in trouble at school I was in trouble at home, and then my MOM would call my Granny and aunts and tell them what happened, and I was spanked again when they saw me! Needless to say, I was brought up knowing that love is painfully applied when necessary! This man didn't have that same "love" experience (and it shows).

    A year ago he spoke about how he had been in deep trouble before meeting up with Jesus in 2006.  He talked about being homeless, going through strict and methodical training; a program much like that of the 12-steps, but with Jesus at the Center. He talked about finding Christ, then meeting and marrying his wife. I didn't hear a lot about love going on, just that she basically saved him from living on the streets.  Sure, they were together a long while, but as I did my research I realized it was a mutual understanding more than a loving and intimate marriage. This being opinion, I also decided to research the times he spent again, in and out of hospitals and rehabs during the marriage.  He literally spent an entire year away from home due to unusual behavior that stemmed from his recorded and well-documented drug and drink addiction. He drank bottles of a strong mouthwash which led to an entirely different form of illness and mental low. Hearing him talk about it in the 2021 speech, I was shocked. I really had no idea he had fallen that far, but he had.

    So, a year ago he's talking about what happened five years beforehand. He was going over how this event led to his wife leaving him to protect herself and the kids from having to find him dead on the floor in their flat!  She left him, but it appears she allowed him back into the fold. I checked...there were rules and some of them were expected, while some of them would cause any of us to just say no, and find a way to make it on our own. Friends and family agreed, he probably could have struck out on his own once recovered, but he didn't believe in himself. He wrote some of the best lyrics and songs during that stint, and I personally think he absolutely could have been better off trying to forge it on his own. This was before I found out about him, but now that I know what I know, I'm still here! I'm still praying, and I still believe in him. I may not like the man, he hasn't given me much to hold onto as far as that goes, but I won't say he isn't one of the most talented singers and songwriters I've been given the privilege to hear. He is.

    Over the course of time from the day he left rehab in 2016 (maybe 2017) right up to the Pandemic, he was able to pull it together, find a home with the Celtic gospel band, record two separate albums with them, and a couple of his own actually.  He signed with a music company that I personally don't trust, but he stands by them. He's been able to travel some, sing some, witness some, and join a few ministries.  So what happened? Why the statement, "A lot can happen in a year" from his good friend and colleague?  What happened?   Was it physical? He had an aneurism in 2018 I think, it was in his hand, but they can travel. Once you have one you are absolutely prone to another one; at least that's what the research tells me. Did he have a clot? Could that have sent him into a spiral? I don't know. Maybe.

    What I know is that after the Cornwall concert, literally a couple of days later, he's bragging about his wife's son like he's NEVER bragged on him before. For the entire two years (at that time, now three) that I've followed him, he's only mentioned the boy/man a couple of times and only in a passive manner. Suddenly, from the tops of the roofs he's proclaiming the kid is the bravest, the best, the most? No. Something is not right in Denmark, and he didn't even live in Denmark.  Over the next few days, he was bragging about the wife too! Oh, and mind you, I don't mean he was posting on the walls of his social media, no, just on the here-today-gone-tomorrow "story" sections. It was very obvious to anyone who had followed anyone that this sort of praise is temporal and not really meaningful. If you mean it, you post it. If you mean it, you don't look stressed and wide-eyed with a tight-lipped face trying to convince the audience that you mean it. I couldn't help but bust a gut laughing.

    Suddenly, and I do mean suddenly, he dropped off the face of social media 100% but not before performing one time for a show that would film in mid-September but not be seen until the top of December. It was a Christmas show. Not only did he not go on and on about how happy he was to do the show, but he also misspelled CHRISTMAS!  When we didn't hear from the man for months and then saw the video of what he looked like at the time of filming, it was blatantly obvious that he had been stressed beyond measure. The man looked like he had a gun to his head and was sweating while singing about the Little Town of Bethlehem. I wanted to call or write, but he wasn't available. When I did write I got a nasty response from someone -- I don't think it was him. I know it wasn't because he wasn't home nor did he have access to a computer at that time. His five-year appointment with rehab had been activated.  That's a harsh way to say it, but again, from my calculations, it was 2005, 2011, 2016, and now 2021.  The one thing I noticed was that he could possibly have been delivered in 2006 - - and the last three stints were after he was married. Just sayin'.

    Some people marry for love. Some people marry for security. Some people take advantage of others. Often times people use and abuse each other in their marriage/relationship and both can be blamed as well as calling themselves victims. He was a glorified babysitter; never actually taking a job, but keeping the place, and being there when she came home. She was a bit of a pretender when it came to working skills, and she liked to pretend she knew more about real estate too, which at the end of the summer in 2021 could have been a really good reason for there to be added stress in the household. The couple (or she) owned a house in one city that she thought she was receiving rent on and they were obligated to pay rent on an expensive apartment in one of Britain's swank City Centres. How do you do that if he's not working, exactly? You don't. What you do is add more stress to him through nagging and complaining.  If the man himself has no working skills either, only the grand and gloriously wonderful skills of music, there could be issues, and there were.

    Because I am nothing if not curious, I do research. I investigate, and that often times requires that I probe whatever is publically written and submitted online. I am not apt to go beyond the letter of the law, and I won't pretend to be innocent when it comes to asking direct questions of folks I know have contact with or who are colleagues and friends of the  man.  They too, like me, wondered what was happening, and if they could find a way to reach him during his troubles.  No matter how alone the man may have been feeling, he really wasn't. We were just over on the other side of that marriage screaming "LEAVE ALREADY!" It wasn't that she was an ogre or anything, but she had no love for him, just chores and expectations. She had grown over with jaded-face years back, and if not, it was certainly done so during the lockdowns when they were forced to realize the lack of love between them. Unfortunately, it was just a couple of months before the lockdowns that she began the family finance issues with real estate investments. Time, nor timing, were their friends.  The bottom fell, but not all at once. It sort of crept up on him. (them)

    A year later, the concert done, the speech over, the new rehab stint complete, it is obvious that he finally listened to someone on the outside screaming "Leave already", and it may have been (to her credit) that she pushed the bloke right outside the door! Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind if they won't take the leap themselves.  Where does that leave us now? Well, where does that leave him now? I know where I am left...in the damn closet, praying for him, just like I was when it all started nearly three years ago. What a freaking roller coaster too!  The lyrics "Because He lives, I can face tomorrow" come to mind. The tomorrow of today, the next day, the next day... Jesus is just always going to be the same day in and day out, now, or three years down the road.  Interestingly, and I mean this, I love hearing this man sing that very song. It reminds me that he has the right soil in his beaten down bruised heart - - and the seed of faith that he does have will grow.

    I don't know. He's asked me to stop communicating with him and his friends after I flat out called him out for things he was doing publically. Maybe I should just do that. His friends continue to communicate with me, and when they do I tell them what he's asked of me. I make it clear that he's upset with me, and they tell him he still reads everything I write online. He's still a fan! LOL.  I guess that makes me smile because if he's reading this right now I'll take a minute to point out a few things; three things.  (1) Jesus still loves you and so do I. I don't have to like you much to love you. (2) No one else besides me that I know of is willing to continue to help you after you have spit on everyone verbally and through email telling us how toxic we are and how WE are the ones damaging you -- when YOU are the one who put yourself in those places and situations, and (3) Who else do you know who is still willing to lift your spirit, your soul, your situation, your mean-to-the-bone attitude before our loving and healing God? Name one person who does this prayer thing for you on a daily basis - - I'll wait.  You may not like me, but you're reading this.  (Thank you, Jesus)

    Our world is temporal. We are not here for very long. We are not expected to take ourselves or our hurt and burdens any further than to the Cross. We are told we are worthless, but Jesus thinks we are to die for. We are told we are less, or an accident, we are told we are a mistake, but the fact is, we are so very unique and so very needed in the Kingdom. If I could, and I can't right now, but if I could, I would make a way so that this bird could fly and fly freely so that he could sing and perform literally day in and day out to the men in prison, to the hopeless, to the homeless whom he understands. I would make a way for that to be a reality for him so he didn't have to worry about anything other than what the next verse should be in his next song.  I have no idea why I am drawn to care but I do. I have no reason to care, but I do. I have no right to care, but I do.  I'd say sue me, but there is nothing of monetary value to be gained. Instead, I'll say it again; breathe. Know you are lifted to the One and I won't stop because I can't stop. There, but by the Grace of God. 

    We're going Home soon.  None of this will matter.

Photo Credit: EternalLifeStyle.com

Food Frequencies (Who Knew?)

DISCLAIMER: I am not a medical doctor. These and all of my blogs pertain to me and are my opinion.

 Earlier I wrote about the human body and how we all vibrate at various frequencies. I am no more reminded of this than when I go to the grocery store and I am absolutely forced to notice the different types of people who are either trying to be in my way or they just sort of seem to get in my way. What does that tell you about me? I'm the person you may see either dodging you, or trying to lope around you with or without my basket, so I can get to the foods I need to get to. I do not and I will not wait on someone who can't make up their mind about what it is that they want. I've never been a patient person when it comes to dealing with the personalities of grocery shoppers or people in general if they just stand in the middle of the shopping aisles and stare blankly at the ceiling; it's worse when they are chatting with friends! Does that make me a bitch? It could; I don't know.

    It could very well be that I'm running on a different frequency than others and my go button has been activated while they are lumbering around in their slower movements. I'm not talking about people who are disabled; don't try to say I am. I am talking about able-bodied people who just get in your way at the store. Every time you turn around there they are. You avoid them, I avoid them, but you turn a corner and it seems they just reappear out of thin air, and inevitably that get in the way! It never ceases to amaze me how this happens. My daughter calls them NPC (Non-Playable Characters) I have to laugh a little when she does this. We just called them bumps on the log!  You just want to push them out of your way and scream, "MOVE IT PEOPLE!" but you never do because that would be highly rude - - if you're like me, you just make a slight huffing noise, and steer clear of them once again!

    Well, I found out that it could very well be the food I'm eating that causes me to be so prepared to move. I am being literally energized and ramped up with higher frequency vibrations when I eat well. Sluggish foods make you feel sluggish, while open oxygen foods, vibrantly colored foods, and great essential oils such as peppermint, speariment, and clove can get you charged! Rose oil in your water or carrier oils such as coconut oil when rubbed into your skin will soak in and charge you with freshness and energy...and you smell great the entire time! Who knew? God knew.  An avocado vibrates faster than ramen noodles, just sayin'.  It's true. You load up on fresh fruits, vegetables, nuts, and lemon water and you're set to go, friend!  Many of these types of foods, and you knew this, will boost your metabolism so you want to move; comfort foods don't really do that.  Comfort foods tend to slow you down, which is why we go to them when we're upset. 

    CHOCOLATE is one of the comfort foods that is both high in vibrational frequency and it has great healing properties. If you must grab comfort food in the future think about that, and grab the darkest blend you can find or stand. I personally, don't like anything over 70% Cacao. I can, however, eat a great deal of under 70% chocolate in as many forms as it comes in, this is a fact. I'm not above pouring it into chocolate milk and eating a piece of chocolate cake with my double chocolate milk - - just before dying of cacao overload and thinking maybe I shouldn't have done that. 

    Today, I made a really healthy and energized smoothie, and like a dummy, I added two drops of spearmint to a 16 oz tumbler. I should have only added ONE drop, but I wasn't sure if I saw it drop or not. It dropped! WOW...I wasn't quite sure what to do at that point other than to drink the damn thing. My breath is amazing! Let me just state that fact. I have to get a better dropper. You can add lemongrass, peppermint, clove, spearmint, oregano, rosemary, thyme, and all sorts of essential oils if you want. Most have characteristic healing powers for your immune system. Some will help with anxiety, stress, inflammation, and even some assistance with constipation! I add psyllium husk to a smoothie if that's the issue. JUST 1/2 teaspoon folks, you don't want to overdo that one. READ THE LABELS. DO NOT INGEST an essential oil that is not to be ingested. Check with your doctor or at least a health food advocate online. Oils such as tree oils should not be ingested.

    You can buy or print out from the internet, a frequency chart so you'll know which foods are great for you, but I bet you already know most of them. If it's green it's usually good for you, but the leaves are better than the solids. Fruits are awesome, some more than others. Mushrooms are amazing!! Get some.  Think about what is going into your body and how it will affect you. Meats are good for you, but they don't vibrate at all. They are dead. Raw foods are better than cooked foods.  Obviously processed foods are out the door when it comes to frequency count, but you can get some help with adding live or raw veggies (salad) with your meats and lower frequency foods like bread.  

    NOW...for the big big secret that everyone has been waiting for. What makes the difference in your spirit and your mind as far as these frequencies are concerned? Well, when you are vibration at a higher frequency you are more positive. Think of the two ends of a battery.  If you're negative your frequency is so much lower. You're dead around 25 Hz and we run between 62-72 when we're healthy.  Just eating better makes you think better. Fact.  Cancer can cause us to run around 58 or less, and this is one very good indicator to a doctor who checks your vitals when you are sick and go in to be examined. They may or may not share with you what your Hz count is, and you may need to ask.  You really can help yourself out of disease and illness if you catch it early enough and listen to your care provider about your diet. What goes into you is what you are using to sustain you. It only makes sense to put in the good stuff and to lay off the bad stuff.

    Does that mean we don't ever get to cheat? No! Of course not!! Enjoy yourself, but be aware of the amount of lower-frequency foods you're adding, and when you start to feel a bit sluggish or lethargic, get up, move around, eat a piece of fruit, put a dash of spice into your dinner, and flush it all with water, not carbonated sugared drinks. I'm not being mean when I say alcohol can kill you - - my grandpa used to say, "If you're ill it will heal ya, but if you're well it will kill ya!"  He grew his own garden folks, and he smoked a pack of cigarettes a day! He never drank though. I bet he could have added another 10-15 years on that 91-year-old body of his.  He went to see Jesus later in his life than most did. Gramma made it to 99.  I don't remember seeing either of them eating a Little Debbie's snack cake; just for the record.  I never knew you could buy a plum at the store. I just knew they came off the trees in my grandparent's garden.  I've been a bit higher frequency for a while!

Thank you, Jesus.

    

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Frequency and Attraction (Not the Law of Attraction)

 Years ago, when the book "The Secret" came out, and everyone (including myself) was in awe of all the things that seemed too real to be true, we (collectively) fell for all the bright and shiny words coming out of the mouths of these so-called professionals. Were you one of them? Were you like me? Did you start thinking all you had to do in order to bring more goodness, wealth, and health to your life was to think it? I think we all found out really fast that the load of crap they were pushing was great as far as they were concerned. Millions of people were duped into buying their books and going to their movies. Millions of dollars and other currencies were spent and shared with those producers and authors; but how much actual goodness, wealth, and health materialized for the buyers?  I suppose that's a question to be answered on an individual basis. 

    There may not be anything to the SECRET of thinking something and having it materialize, but there is a lot to be said about the holding of positive thinking and the letting loose of anything and all things negative.  There are many scriptures that back up the facts, not theory, of thinking positively and bringing to ourselves goodness from God.  All things good do come from God, and all things bad do come from Satan. It's not a question of whether or not this fact is true; it simply is.  That's not to suggest in any way that if something bad happens to us that we must have sin in our lives, or that we're somehow bowing to Satan and asking for his assistance in a matter. Nope, but we do live in a fallen sinful world and there will be bad things around us at all times. It is, therefore, imperative that we continue to think of and worship Christ.

    I have been reading lately about other types of frequency and attraction, and in doing so I am opening up a more intellectual awakening in my mind and body through the education of learning about the various levels of frequencies in food! Who knew? I certainly didn't realize that food has a frequency level or count. It makes more sense than ever when you begin to study it and you find out that green leafy vegetables actually have a much higher frequency than refined sugar, caffeine, or pasta wheat.  It just makes sense to realize that good and healthy foods such as carrots, beans, and nuts will have a higher and more effective frequency than cotton candy, Dr. Pepper, or artificially flavored cake donuts!  Did you know, and I know I didn't know, that one of the HIGHEST levels or frequency counts can be found in dandelion stems? WHAT? We throw them out as weeds! Seriously, they probably have the cure for so many things but we just cut them down and remove them thinking they're a menace to our lawns! Could we be this stupid? (No need to answer that one.)

    Another thought hit me between the eyes regarding frequencies and it makes again, so much sense.  We as people vibrate somewhere between 62-68 Hz on average, (not discussing Chakra, that's of the Devil to confuse people) but we have an almost unique frequency frame or structure. Each of us literally has a different color or vibration that maybe no one else has, or maybe they do.  What if, and there's no direct evidence for this that I know of, we were attracted to those people who have extremely similar frequencies to our own? What if we find ourselves following those people, thinking about them, hoping for them, seeing ourselves in them, and maybe we start praying for them or wishing they would seek God's light so they too can be closer in unison because we feel somewhat pulled away from God when we realize that they (the person like us) is being pulled away from God?  Maybe it's vibrational. Maybe it's impossible to stop the connection on a very very molecular level, one so minute and intimate that we couldn't explain it unless we were rocket scientists!

    Can our frequencies change? Yes, our bodies can, and our minds can, but not the soul. It is not possible for the soul to change after it has been sealed with the Holy Spirit.  Before it has been sealed it must change in order to accept Christ, but once it has been sealed, it is sealed and is no longer subject to being taken back by Satan or given away by the person him or herself.  It belongs to Jesus, and what the Father has given to Jesus through His own sacrifice, cannot be reversed, changed, altered, or taken. John 10:29 confirms that one, “My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father's hand.”  NO MAN, including the man or woman who is the saved person. They can't decide to leave the fellowship and sin constantly and then find themselves in Hell should they die. No, they will have sorely disappointed the Father and Jesus, but they are saved eternally. They will NOT be blessed, and they will fall into folly. They will reap the consequences of their sin, and they will destroy their work and their reputation perhaps, but they are sealed by an unbreakable oath.

    Knowing that I can literally benefit my body now using higher frequency foods, I will begin doing that more often. I mean, I eat really well now, but I am still showing myself little favor when I drink my coffee with all that caffeine. That just means I will have to counter that with more nuts and green leafy spinach!! (Giggles) I will and I am trying to be as good to myself as I can be. We're not on this Earth forever, we will be in Heaven forever if we are saved.  If I can make this life more pleasurable and healthy I'll do it. If I can find those to who I am attracted through the same vibrations and frequencies through Christ, I will. I think we need to help our soul and mind as often or as well as we treat our bodies.  It just makes sense to do so. There are some people I see, hear, listen to, and find zero attraction to either physically or otherwise. Then there are those I am unable to break away from mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.  I may not be close to them physically, but my soul reaches for their company to worship with them. I can't explain it.

    I can listen to Praise music from every band imaginable, but only a few grab my heart and my soul. Only a few have spoken deeply to me as if to say "Yes, we are the same".  When that happens I know I have found a bond that I didn't create. I  know I have found a vibration that not only works, but it is true.  I can't and I won't explain it, I'm not a scientist by any means, but what I am is certain that all things were created by the same God, the same Jesus, who literally took my sin to His grave, and it was buried. When He arose on the 3rd day, my sin stayed right there in that tomb.  I could say,  "Because He lives, I can face tomorrow. Because He lives, all fear is gone. Because I know He holds the future, life is worth the living just because He lives." That's the better way of explaining it anyway. 

    

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