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Play It Safe Out There

I have been on the road a lot lately,since I started my new job.Because of it, I am having a hard time figuring out when to write,when to spend time with my family,and when to have time for myself.So now,I have been sitting at my computer,for about an hour,trying to think of something to write about.Going fromLink To Link,and trying to think,I finally came across something I find interesting.It never amazes me,the cruelty of the human species. The Most Gruesome Government Report Ever Written Evaluates 34 Ways to Execute a Man
In 1887, New York State appointed three men to evaluate every possible way to execute a man—which they did in disturbing detail.
By William Gurstelle For Popular Mechanics.com
"In 1887, the state of New York published what became popularly known as the Gerry Commission Report. This is one piece of bureaucratic prose that is neither dull nor boring. In fact, it may be among the most macabre and gruesome in the annals of American writing. Three men wrote the Gerry report. There was Elbridge Gerry of New York, grandson of another Elbridge Gerry who signed the Declaration of Independence and became the fifth vice president of the United States. There was Matthew Hale, grandson of Nathan Hale, the Revolutionary War patriot who famously regretted he had but one life to give for his country. And there was Alfred Southwick, a Buffalo dentist who was the grandson of nobody particularly famous."

If you want to know all the insidious ways these three men dreamt up of killing people,please go to the link above.I wouldn't wantWilliam Gurstelleof accusing me of plagiarismor of stealing his story.Especially,this kind of hideous story.
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This is,Me Saying Sayonara BoysAnd GirlsPlay It Safe Out There TonightJim Hauenstein,
And,
“It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.”
- Neil Armstrong -
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I Have Been Handsome All My Life

A man walks into a bar with a set of jumper cables around his neck.The bartender points at him and says,"I'm gonna let you in this time, but don't you start anything!"
A really drunk guy walks into a bar and sees a bunch of Lesbians having a birthday party for one of the girls.The drunk, thinking he is being funny asks,"Can someone here give me a bl*wjob?" One of the ladies walks up to him and says,"Sure. Blow up these balloons."
Why don't blonds make ice cubes?
Because they don't know the recipe.
What happened to the blonde at the football stadium?
She drowned in the wave.
 When I die,I wanna go like my grandpa.Peacefully sleeping.Unlike the passengers in his car.
Do you know when a person is a perfect human being?It's when he is writing his resume!
 
 When three people are having sex,they call it a threesome.When two people are having sex,they call it a twosome.What do they call it when one person is having sex?Handsome!
This is,I Do Not Know What They Are Joking AboutI Have Been Handsome All My LifeJim Hauenstein,
And,
“The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four people is suffering from a mental illness. Look at your 3 best friends. If they're OK, then it's you.”
- Rita Mae Brown -
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The Man From Mars - Episode Eight

   Hunkered down in the bunker, once I was alone, I had time to think. I thought about my encounter with the Man from Mars. What was it that he said or did that made me believe his story in the first place?
   Looking back, it was like any other Friday night at Harry's Bar. The usual crowd of drinkers. Some, just sitting there, quiet, drowning their deep seated sorrows. Some, where after work drinkers, unwinding from the hard day. Some, were a group of everyday regulars laughing, telling jokes. Others, were the same single guys and gals flirting with one another every night. But they always seemed to go home alone. I guess having friends was too important for each of them, then by ruining it, with having a real relationship with anyone.
   If I recall correctly, when I walked in, there were two tables open. I could have sat at either one, but then I would have been drinking alone. If I wanted to do that, I could have stayed home and saved some money. No, I like sitting at the bar, where I usually know whom I am sitting next to. That way I can have a conversation with someone.
   I like talking to people. That is why I go to a social environment like a tavern in the first place. Besides, you never know who you might there.
   This is New York. When celebs aren't being paid by the top Raves or Clubs to patronize their establishments, and they feel a need to get out and about, they always find a place like Harry's to hideaway in. I even seen a few local Politicians come in once in awhile, not knowing I was there, with someone or two which would have put them on the front page of the morning newspaper. Lucky for them, if I'm not doing a story where they are involved, I can care less what they do. I'm not a tabloid kind of journalist.
   But that night, the only chair at the bar, was next to that stranger. He was friendly enough. He didn't say much at first. I was the one who started talking to him first.
   It was the usual dopey stuff like, "What do you think of this weather?" Do you think those Mets will go all the way?" "Are you an Islander's fan or a Ranger's fan."
   At first I thought the guy must have been a TV personality. He had an impeccable suite on. Better than anything I've seen at Harry's in a long time. He had the perfect skin tone for what I imagined was his age. He was without a blemish, wrinkle, or crows-feet to mar his complexion. The perfect combination of nipping and tucking, I thought, with a little bit of Botox on the side.
   Then, when I asked him about the weather, he goes into this rant, about the effects of the different atmospheric conditions and what it means to the oncoming weather.
   How could I not think of him as a TV personality. At the time it seemed pretty obvious to me that he was doing the weather for a TV station somewhere upstate or something. He was just too happy to explain things to me. Like those meteorologists you see on the Weather Channel.
   He wasn't from New York though, that's for sure. Because I know everyone at the local stations and I had never seen him before that night in the bar.
   After all the small talk got out of the way, that is when he offered to buy me a shot and a mug of beer. And as my Daddy always told me, "If someone is willing to pay, let them pay. You'll be that much richer in the morning."
   The more I drank, the more he opened up and talked.
   I almost walked out when he started talking about, what every drunk starts mumbling about, how lonely he was.
   But, that would have been rude. He had just bought me a full mug of beer and a shot of tequila. And you never know, he might buy me some more.
   His rant was about how he had outlived everyone. From his family, to his friends.
   That kind of tore at my heart stings. He didn't look a day over forty and everyone he knew had died?
   At the time, I was thinking, I hope it isn't catchy."
   Maybe that is when I started listening in earnest. He was so sincere about his relationships and the effect it had him being alone, that I actually started feeling sorry for the guy.
   He talked about how he was an important figure, where he came from originally. A World leader, of sorts. Where the populace erected monuments in his honor.
   I don't know if I was impressed by this or a little suspicious that he was beginning to bullshit me, but I had to know, so I asked him. "Do you have any pictures? Can I see one of these monuments?"
   This sadden him. He didn't say anything at first. Then he slowly pulled out his smart phone, from his suite's inside jacket pocket, and showed me a picture.
   It was the picture we have all seen on social media, saying there is a human's face on the planet Mars.
   "This is all I have left," he said. "You see, my World destroyed itself millions of your Earth years ago. Only a few of us managed to escape, and we came here, to populate this World!"


To Be Continued...
Next Thursday.

This is,Me,Saying I Am Sorry For Missing So Many Days Last Week Of WritingHopefully I Will Not Become Sick Anymore This YearThanks For Coming BackAnd Reading My Stuff ThoughI Really Do Appreciate It Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“I am not going to Mars unless they have a McDonald's dollar menu.”
- Steven Magee - That is my story and I am sticking to it! Like what you are reading?Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or sign up as a Follower,or Leave a Comment,or a Suggestion,and I will answer you in a Post. Thanks for reading. 

Deep State Worriers Vs. Creep State Warriors

My good friend,Electric Dave,has requested another chance atPostinghis thoughts on theState Of The Unionon myBlog.How can I deny someone who has graduated fromOxford University inEngland.Maybe,just maybe,he might know what he is talking about.Beside,he really enjoyed theCommenthe got the last time he wrote aPostfor me. Anonymous February 22, 2017 at 4:58 AM"Siri, how can I un-read something?"
Deep State Worriers Vs. Creep State Warriors: What’s It Going to Be, Then, Eh?

A goodly number of articles and blogs published recently in progressive circles have denounced calls for an investigation into Trump’s ties with Russia and Russian meddling in the 2016 presidential election as the work of the “deep state.” The deep state, according to the writers of such articles, is a shadowy network of (un)Democratic operatives and alliances bent upon delegitimizing the “duly elected” Trump administration by way of an end run on democracy. Setting aside for the moment that the Trump administration is doing just fine delegitimizing itself without the help of others, and that Trump and his proxies are engaging in a pervasive deconstruction of what little democracy we have left, we should note the fine irony in labeling sources and those who call for an investigation into the possible subversion of our democratic election processes “subversive” and “undemocratic.” These articles accuse those who ask for an investigation into the Trump-Russia connection of McCarthyite hysteria. According to this line of reasoning, this supposed red-baiting is motivated by a wish to destabilize American relations with Russia, thereby taking us back into the cold war. They further contend that this is both retributive and exculpatory for the Hillary Democrats losing the election. There are other nuances to these accusations, of course, but those are the basic allegations.

Well. Let me begin by saying that for those who claim to be progressives and to be horrified by Trump’s intended wholesale destruction of all that is good and holy, these “deep state” worries are a little bit like worrying that squirrels are chewing through electrical lines in the attic while Visigoths sweep through the neighborhood pillaging and plundering. These folks are worried that the Hillary wing of the Democratic Party wants to rekindle the cold war, but I got news for them: the old guard Democrats do not have a monopoly on using the ol’ external enemies threat for political purposes. Have these people heard how casually the Donald has been mentioning war (“We have to start winning wars again.”) and the ratcheting up of the nuclear arsenal? Do they understand that this brainless talk is at least in part the brainchild of Stephen “Clash of Civilizations” K. Bannon? Now, what seems scarier, a friendly little photo-op cold war with the Rooskies or nuclear engagement with Iran (it’s almost spelled like Iraq, but Trump said he never was for going into Iraq--except when he was, and retrospectively wishes that we had taken their oil. Huh?).

And how do calls for an investigation by key public figures in the Democratic party constitute a “shadowy” network? These people are on cable news every minute of every day calling for investigations into everything from Trump’s ties to Russia to Kellyanne Conway’s hair stylist. We know their names, their affiliations, the names of the people they have stabbed in the back or had their backs stabbed by, their dogs’ names, for criminey sakes. And most of us recognize the fact that, since they are politicians or lobbyists or represent other special interests, they collude and jockey for position with each other in now smokeless back rooms and plot to gain power for themselves, their parties, and whatever broad coalitions that serve their interests. Corporate interests pour scads of money into both parties and are the real pullers of strings, and we’re supposed to be shocked, shocked that shadowy plotting is going on? Have these people not read Julius Caesar?

Of course, there is good old-fashioned K Street and Wall Street hegemony that falls into the Mom and apple pie category, and then there’s colluding with a foreign power in order to
undermine all these upright, democratic ways. And, as these things go, the latter leans more toward the Manchurian candidate category.

Even after the forced resignation of Michael Flynn, these deep state worriers tell us to move along, like traffic cops shooing folks away from a mangled body at the site of a horrific accident. They sound like they’re caught in a Republican echo chamber. Just move along, there’s nothing to see here, people. Nothing to see, despite intelligence confirmations of Russian hacking and meddling coupled with the fact that as a candidate, Trump openly condoned this? And we’re supposed to look the other way because the CIA lied about WMDs under Bush II? Now who’s undermining whom? And now we find out that Jeff Sessions lied under oath about contact with the Russian Ambassador (read spy). Nobody remembers nothin’. Sessions wouldn’t have recused himself if there were nothing here any more than Trump would admit he doesn’t have a mandate. Which he doesn’t, by the way. And in sheer panic mode, Trump now tweets that Obama had his phone tapped when he was a candidate. And that President Obama is a sick man. Wow.

So, after all this, we are supposed to just move along because there is, say the very persons who are suspected of wrong-doing, no evidence, none at all, it’s all fabricated by the lying press (the opposition). Except that Flynn and Sessions both lied through their teeth until they were caught in their lies and now they and the GOP are trying to martinize the situation like a blue dress at the dry-cleaners. They say we don’t need an investigation. But why do so many of Trump’s campaign representatives and later cabinet selections feel the need to lie about meeting with Kislyak? They keep shouting, “But there’s no proof to any of these allegations!” Gee, I’m no legal expert, but isn’t the whole point of an investigation to find and assess evidence? What do we need, Trump and Putin standing arm in arm in the middle of 5th Avenue with a smoking Diebold voting machine in their hands?

For those who would like to see what we have so far with respect to the connections between the Trumpistas and Russia, please take a few minutes to visit the website of Eric Swalwell, a Congressman for the 15th district in California. The man has done his homework. Here’s the link: https://swalwell.house.gov/russia.

There are also denunciations of the hypocrisy of Democrats who squawked about Manning, Assange, and Snowden, but are tight-lipped on the subject of the current leakers. News flash! Pols are hypocrites! I guess these deep state worriers don’t understand that politics and hypocrisy go together like gin and olives up at a Capitol Hill gin mill. Hurt little feelings from hypocrisy aside, is there anyone who now considers what Daniel Ellsberg, Mark Felt (Deep Throat), Bob Woodward, and Carl Bernstein did with respect to the Johnson and Nixon administrations as not serving the interests of democracy? Leakers all, and our democracy was the stronger for it, at least temporarily. So I guess it’s OK to cut deals with foreign powers to undermine the orders of a sitting president in exchange for subverting democracy so long as one is a civilian while doing so. Now who’s being hypocritical?

The deep state worriers are. Their real agenda, of course, is to retaliate against the Democratic establishment who did a demolition job on Sanders and propped up tired ol’ Clinton and her intended perpetuation of the failed neoliberal world order. Their belief is that if the creaking and class-traitorous hulk of the old-guard Democratic party is relegated to the rubbish bin of history,
Trump et al will ruin us all and what will rise Phoenix-like from the ashes is a coalition of the marginalized who were ignored by both parties and will create a new third way. The Democratic party, of course, richly deserves to be excoriated for its refusal even to consider any truly progressive candidate. Their recent election of Perez over Ellison for DNC Chair amply demonstrates that they’re committed to the same old. Which will mean the same moribund party as always. Addiction to money will do that to people. So, I will give the deep state worriers this: the Democratic party very much deserves to be exposed as the spineless apologist for the status quo that it is.

But this is not the way to go about it. Refusal to engage the alt-fact con artists and bigots who are
now in power amounts to tacitly condoning their power. Just because a branch of the Democratic party is happy to use this as a political weapon doesn’t mean we should not be concerned about it. Calling for an investigation into Russian meddling in the election and Trump’s ties to Russia is not subversive of democracy, but supportive of it. Fears of renewal of the cold war of course have to be weighed against the realities of the Russian military presence in Ukraine and Syria and also in light of Russian meddling in European elections, especially where rightwing populists are gaining momentum. But given this increasing Russian aggressiveness, isn’t it crucial for us to know how Trump’s ties to Russia will affect our Russian policies going forward? Isn’t there a difference between cultivating a cold war for political fun and profit as opposed to recognizing and containing the actual level of threat that Russia’s challenges to other nations’ sovereignties represents?

I suspect that part of the motivation of these deep state worriers stems from an apocalyptic strain to their thinking. They believe that if we forgo investigation of the Trump-Russia ties and just let the Donald do his thing, Trump will bring us to rack and ruin as sure as two nickels buy a dime, and that the failures of the Democrats will be concomitantly be highlighted. The implosion of the two-party system, goes this line of reasoning, will then provide the opening for the new utopian coalition. In other words, they are willing to play the long game, betting that the failures of both parties will be so manifestly evident to everyone that we will beg the third way to ascend to power. But despite whatever allure this tack may have, what about in the meantime? Is the Trumpian carnage—and I use the term pointedly here—really worth it? You pays yer money and you takes yer chances: Deep State or Creep State? What’s it going to be, then, eh?

After reading this,I am changing my allegiance fromJeZus, the self-proclaimed doomsday prophet fromHawaii,toElectric Dave,and hisPatriotismprophecies!The Electric OneforPresidentin2020!I am printing up theCampaign Buttonsas we speak.
This is,Back In The 1970s I Knew Of A Couple People Who Wrote Underground NewspapersAnd They Were Not As Eloquently Speaking When They Talked AboutRichard NixonAs The Electric Dave Is When He Is Talking AboutDonald Trump!Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Trump didn't divide America. He just doused us with gasoline and fanned the flames.”
- DaShanne Stokes - That is Electric Dave's story and I am sticking to it! Like what you are reading?Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or Sign up as a Follower,or Leave a Comment,or a Suggestion,and I will answer you in a Post. Thanks for reading. It is funny how you can take a fellow out of the mid-west,but you cannot take the mid-west out of the fellow.Quote,
"A goodly number of articles and blogs."That sounds so mid-western.

Heed The Warning Signs

I saw a couple of old friends yesterdayand we started talking about my new job,beingLyftdriver.What we talked about was,how this type of cheap transportation could have saved us out of a lot of trouble with theCourtsand thousands of dollars inFines,back in the day. Or,you canHeed The Warning Signs In Lifegiven to you byKarma.For example;I was bullheaded kind of beer drinker in my younger daysand I used to drive home after sitting at a bar for a couple of hours after work.One night I stayed a little too long,but still decided to drive home.Which is at least 25 milesor 40 kilometers between myHome & Bar.So,on this drunken night,Karmasaw to it that I had good luck going my way.I was driving erratically,going onto the shoulder,then compensating too much the other way,ending up in the middle of the road,sometimes crossing over into the on-coming-traffic-lane.I was about half way home when a vehicle came up behind me flashing its lightsand beeping its horn.I thought for sure,this was it.I was going to get busted for drunk driving.I pulled overand waited.Suddenly,this person opens my driver side doorand says;"Move over. I'm a Christian!"He drove me home while his girlfriend followed us in his car.I couldn't see the warning signs that my drinking was getting out of hand,because on the very next day,I went to the barand told everyone what had happened.We all laughedand laughed on how lucky I was.But my luck ran out.Two weeks later,I was busted forDriving-While-Under-The-Influence.It was a lesson I needed to learnand soon quit drinking thereafter.My family was happy that I did too!If I would have heededKarma's Warningof if they had a program likeLyftback in the day,I wonder how things might have been different.One thing though,I might have a drinkor two on a special occasion,I just never get drunk anymoreor drive a car after having a beer.
This is,Still Thanking Karma For Helping Me Never To Have An Accident In California While Drinking,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
 “Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.”
- Ernest Hemingway -
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It Makes Life Worth Living

It isSunday.A day to give thanks for everything we have gotten in life by the good graces of theLordyou believe in.I was brought up aCatholic,but during a tumultuous time,when aNunand aPriestwere removed from office because of some extracurricular activities they were doing.TheChurchI once went to is no longer there.They closed up the shop! I am more of a believer inKarmathese days.Oh, I won't go toIndiato bathe in theGanges River,or paint my face with the ashes from a dead corpse.I just like the part thatKarmaplays in all of our lives. So I want to congratulate someone I believe who deserves the recognition.Maybe not publicly.TheWorlddoesn't need to know his name.I wouldn't want any kind of stigma associated with his name because of my littleBlog.Let's face it.Even when you are looking for a job,Employersdo aGoogle Searchof your name.And some people,will always have a bad attitude towards someone,no matter how much they have change their life around for the better.If this personor his friends read my remarks,they will know who I am talking about. I am not stalking you my friend,but someone showed me yourFacebook Pagethe other day.It has a picture of you smiling,and you have your arm around your new girlfriend.Something,I knew you had it in you.To be happy again. I think you have talent as an"Tagger,"and I believe tagging is an art form,but you needed to take care of yourself first.Something you probably thought was impossible a yearor so ago.And stay away from those
Demons
to keep moving your life forward.I hope,in some way I have helped.(Because I am working on my Karma points too, don't you know.) I commend you for doing so.See, Karmahas rewarded your hard work.
This is,Giving Thanks To All The Wonderful People I Have Met In My Life.It Makes Life Worth Living.Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Even if things don't unfold the way you expected, don't be disheartened or give up. One who continues to advance will win in the end.”
- Daisaku Ikeda -I came across this quote todayand I like it so much,I just had to add another one to today'sPost.This is whatKarmais all about. “If you're really a mean person you're going to come back as a fly and eat poop.”
- Kurt Cobain -That is my story and I am sticking to it!Like what you are reading?Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or Sign up as a Follower,or Leave a Comment,or a Suggestion,and I will answer you in a Post.Thanks for reading.

Some Of The Things That I Have Noticed

Well,I am backBoys & Girls.Not yetOne-Hundred Percent Healthy,more likeEighty-Five Percent.But,that will not hinder my opinions on this beautifulSaturday Evening.I even got upand out of bed to go hiking this morning at theHeart Rock Falls TrailsnearCrestline, California.A really nice hike of 1.4 miles in,until you see the falls,then 1.4 miles back to the parking lot.On a scale of 1 to 5,Onebeing the easiest trails to walkandFivebeing the hardest,I give theHeart Rock Falls Traila 3 because of itsUp & Downpaths inside a mountain range.________
I spent a lot of time watchingTVthis week.Something I try not to do anymore,since I have so many more options for spending my time.But,here comes my rantand rave for today,because I believe,people get the impression that what they see onTVis how life actually is!These are four things I have noticed that just do not make sense in the real World.
Number One ; On the movie screen or on your Television screen, when someone is being chased, and they come upon a staircase or stairway of any kind, the person being chased and the person doing the chasing always step on every step of the stairs! No one ever skips a few stairs to go that little bit faster!
Number Two ; This next one was actually proven, in my eyes, from an episode of Live PD on the A&E Network. People see all the time on TV and in the movies, heroes to zeros, jumping through a pane of glass in windows and nothing ever happening to them. This is a complete lie. And when I saw an episode of Live PD and a guy tried to jump through a bedroom widow to escape, he ended up slicing his forehead, stomach, and one leg so bad the cameras were turned off because they didn't want the public seeing this man bleed to death. Luckily, at the end of the program, they updated the man's condition as being stable and on his way to a hospital.
Number Three ; There are always exceptions to every rule, but let me tell you, the odds are against you as being one of those exceptions. Do not ever believe that when someone pulls a gun on you, then shoots, that you will be walking away talking to family and the Police like nothing has ever happened. You will be dead.
Number Four; This has actually started to be questioned and answered in some of the Super Hero Movies coming out of late. But why is it, that a Super Hero can fight a Super Villain, and with all the destruction to the city they both cause, there is never Collateral Damage? I guess the old Civil Defense is back in business and they seem to have enough time to evacuate everyone out of the buildings just in time to save everyone's life!
This is,Some Of The Things That I Have Noticed While Feeling IllAnd Lying On The CouchJim Hauenstein,
And,
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity”
- John Muir, -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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Friday's Post

This is just a short note to let you know that I was extremely ill this week.But that today,which isFriday,that I am starting to feel better.I plan on writing something for tomorrow'sPost.  Thank you everyone for keep coming backand reading oldPosts,Poetry,andStoriesI have written.
This is,I Hate It When I Get Sick!Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it.”
- John Green -
That is my story, which is, I am still ill today, and I hate that it is sticking to me!
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Once In Heaven, Forever In Hell

Death
   It’s kind of baffling for your consciousness. One moment your nerves are aflame with pain and the mind is reeling from its own demise. Then the next, as if you still had a physical brain, your consciousness starts to converse with itself, trying to understand or explain spiritually, why you still have awareness!
   I found myself floating. Floating above the scene of my death. My body laid motionless within the twisted metal of my motorcycle, underneath the red convertible which had run me down!
   The car had dragged my bike and myself along with it, until it abruptly stopped when it came upon a concrete barrier and iron girders aligning one side of a bridge.
   I do remember the initial hit, where the extreme pain was searing through every tendon, muscle, and nerve I possessed. Thankfully though, that pain sensation was brief for me since I died almost immediately.
   While floating above this scene, all I thought of was hatred and revenge. Not forgiveness for the individual, who had caused my early extinction, but to snuff their life out as well!
   You see, my Consciousness, or Spirit, did not understand immediately that in the afterlife, holding onto passions like hate, anger, animosity, revenge, spite, and malice, would confine your essence onto the land of the living. Negative emotions can hold your Life Force grounded, away from the growing sense of love, contentment, and serenity I started experiencing from the Light above me.
   An intimacy, that was coming through, from a Seraph, or maybe Seraphs, not yet in my Soul’s vision.Knowing I wasn't going back into the embodiment of that broken carcass which was once me, I finally put away those negative emotions and started floating higher towards the Light, away from the earthly reality I once knew. This only broaden my Spirit's view of the milieu below. Noticing for the first time the other victim in this destruction, now of two lives!It was Emiko. The woman who wouldn't let me go. Her body, faced down. Buoyant on a slow moving greenish river, drifting away from the accident.In my pure energy form, after floating away from my death, I no longer felt remorse or anger towards her for destroying my worldly existence. After awhile, I felt no hatred for the roller coaster life we shared together. A life filled with extreme love, sudden hatred, and her promise of a murder, suicide if I broke off our relationship!I tried to sense her essence rising with me to the ever brightening Light.Yet, I felt no other Soul rising with me.

Heaven
As I rose ever closer to the all-encompassing love in the Light, I no longer thought of, or cared for, the pettiness of human emotions or existence. I was too impatient to behold what type of embodiment would be greeting me at the Gates of Heaven. So, my consciousness stretched to reach the Light as quickly as possible.The Celestial Energies, which would herald my arrival, were engulfed by the blinding Light until my spirit was close enough to view all their holiness!Thoughts of the world below disappeared completely from my Spirit when I was greeted with slight, but sturdy hands of an Archangel which surrounded my Life Force.My Soul was welcomed, not to a new dimension, not to a new world, but to a new plain of existence called Heaven.I, as energy, mingled with my Mother, my Father, other family members I've known, but I noticed, not with my sister.I blended with famous Minds, great Minds, Minds so wonderful that they never cared about notoriety when they were in the body of the flesh.Life Forces so charitable and compassionate towards others, they never once questioned why, if something wicked had befallen them while in the existence of flesh on Earth.I could just imagine myself in a star and immediately be watching the nuclear fusion of the atom. I saw and understood the life cycle of the Crab Nebula. Observed Worlds whose Lifeforms were grateful for living in an instant, though it felt like a thousand years to them! Watched as forms of Life, living those thousands of years, prayed thankfully for that gift even when their span of being alive felt like a blink of an eye!In this state of pure energy, all I saw through my Consciousness was so vivid, defined, understood, and beautiful.Any Soul still inside its flesh, would have wished that his or her molecules would explode to be able to experience what I have witnessed in my new existence. To pray for their death just to stay within the love from all the Angels which surrounded my Spirit. Or they would hope their flesh would burn away to be able to give back as much love as one receives as a soul!I understood why it was necessary to put Human Beings upon the Earth, putting Life Forces into the different Species across the Universe, and why each one must lack the knowledge of the glory that their Soul will be rewarded once their Spirit enters the light!Only the Righteous earn a way into Heaven!

Purgatory
When my essence was Spiritual in Heaven, I felt that I belonged with the Archangels and thought the Life I had led upon the Earth had been a good one.Strangely, suddenly, I became worried after discovering what a gift the After Life could be!The Earthly emotion, or feeling, of anxiety attached itself to my Soul once again. Something I never thought possible as pure energy.When it became apparent that I was the only Life Force who could not see its future with the Almighty, I asked the Archangel Gabriel why? Not noticing that I was already using the mortal way of speech!“Why is my love not good enough to see an existence in Heaven beyond this moment Angel Gabriel?”God's Messenger put the words into my Spirit as if he were speaking to me, “Have you already forgotten the Almighty, the All Knowing, the Father of us all? Do you believe that any Soul which is sent to live a mortal existence, who has not grasped the significance of understanding, helpfulness, and compassionate towards others, worthy? Or if that Essence does not embrace how to truly love his fellow Man or Woman without reservations? But who has failed to embrace these attributes in life or to understand these and other qualities makes us holy, angelic, divine?”“Did you believe our glorious Mother, who loves all of her children without question, would let you stay here in her gift of Heaven without you asking for absolution? That their only Son, who died for your sins as a Mortal himself, just sweep away the immorality that you had espoused in your humanity?”
I asked, "What do you mean?"“Have you not raped and killed an innocent life force, your sister, during your body's lifetime on Earth? Enjoying her death so only you could accumulate all your father's wealth? Have you not manipulated the essence of another life force, whose flesh was called Emiko, into an existence of oblivion? Her soul roaming the world, never being able to see the light because of the torment you contrived into her Spirit?”“Have you not been blasphemous of all his religions? Used the different Life Forces around you to gain worldly possessions? To revel in the power over others? To scorn the righteous?”I wanted to express how sorry I was to all the victims of my hatred, all the greed which overwhelmed my thoughts, the coveting of the flesh of others, and all the sins that I committed while in my body. I wanted to let the Almighty, our glorious Mother, their only Son, and the Archangel Gabriel know that in my mortal life I did not understand that enjoying those sins would deprive me of their love!Before I could relay anything to any Angel or to God himself of my sorry, Gabriel once again put into my Soul, “You have not comprehended that I know your future thoughts before you think! You are not sorry to those you have harmed throughout your fleshy life, but are so sorry now that you know of the love that you will never be able to enjoy by bestowing such love yourself or by receiving such love from all the Angels, Seraphs, Souls, and the Trinity themselves!”At that very moment I felt such a pull on my Spirit that I found myself once again engulfed in darkness, floating above a body of flesh that I was all too familiar with. My body from a life I had lived on Earth.Oh, the torment in my heart was much, much worse than can be imagined!The second pull on my Spirit, put me back into that vessel!


Hell
I opened my eyes to a bespectacled Asian looking individual leaning over me with a smile on his lips.“Hello Mister Robert Hansom. Do you know who I am?”Hoarsely, I replied that I did not.“I am Mister Souta Bakura. It is said that I am the World’s foremost expert in Genetics! A moniker I care little about."
He paused a moment, smiled at me, then continued. "I have developed the most successful cloning techniques to date. Bringing back to life two India Billionaires, one South American Dictator, and now you!”I tried to formulate the words, “Why am I here?”“Do not try to speak anymore Mister Hansom, you have just been revived in a cloned body of the one you occupied over a year ago!”“You see, it took a fortune to save your DNA, send it here to my lab in North Korea without it decaying, while putting on hold any cloning efforts of the Imperial Emperor Kim himself!”“I had to convince him that I needed to study a test subject first. I convinced him that it would pay dividends to him in his revival.”“You see Mister Hansom; I need a place like North Korea to work in. All my endeavors have been secretly banned for use by all the Countries belonging to the United Nations. Though the public may never know, the leaders of many of these Nations know of my work because of the fools who came before you!”“The Billionaires tried to give back all their money they had acquired in their first life before their children had to have them assassinated once again.“The Dictator tried to implement a Democratic Society into his country! Where every Citizen would have Civil Rights as individuals. The Army of course, who wanted him cloned in the first place, had to intervene and overthrow him. They used machetes, Mister Hansom, to spread his remains into as much fertilizer as possible. Selling those same bags of manure to the farmers he so wanted to help.”“Can you understand my dilemma now Mister Hansom? A clone is not the same person who lived before! He has the same Genome, the same DNA, but they lose a piece of themselves. That strength of will which had made them great.”“All three men asked to be sent back. I ask you, sent back to where Mister Hansom?”Souta Bakura was staring intently at me now. I guess to hear my answer. An answer that I believed could not be explained. After a minute or two he continued, “May I call you Bob?” Pausing briefly before stating, “Mister Hansom seems too formal now that you and I will be spending the rest of our lives together! Or should I say in your case, so many more lives!”He waited a couple of seconds to let this idea of our future together sink in. Tears welled up in my eyes as I missed death already.“When I presented my findings to Emperor Kim I had to convince him that it wouldn't be worth coming back cloned if he just gave the country back to his people?”“So Bob, I brought you back from the dead to study you! Isn't that nice?”“But I have more wonderful news for you. If what I have discovered from the previous three men, brought back as clones is true, all those Religions out there were right, we do have a Life Force, or should I say, a Soul!”“Can you imagine my surprise? Each cloned man, of former great men, who ruled over the insignificant masses, would try to beg for forgiveness before some fantasized God of theirs for the sins they committed while in their first lives. Not only that, each one had tried to make retribution for their supposedly immoral actions against those lowly peasants!”“Now you my friend will help me discover if there is an afterlife, by having the pleasure of dying over and over repeatedly!”“You see Bob, you said it was OK to call you Bob, right?”“You see, I have placed in your genome, two new genes for your clone bodies. A growth gene, that will age your body to adulthood within a couple of months, and a timed degeneration gene, which will only let you live about six months in each new body! Taking in account a day or two either way!”“Is not that wonderful news for you Bob? You will be able to see that God of yours every year as I prepare another clone for you!”
“Then I am going to rip that soul of yours right out of Paradise as often as I can!”The mad man started laughing at this point.With his taunting and the misery I felt deep inside for being expelled from Heaven, I was numb into unbearable depression.
“I have more wonderful news for you Bob. Each cloned body you enter will be a paraplegic from the waist down. So, try not to start planning on any heroic escapes anytime soon!”He bent over laughing hysterically, as tears ran down my face. He looked up at me saying, “Boohoohoo!” and his hysterics began anew!“Please let me die!” I cried out.He stopped his laughter abruptly, saying with hatred in his eyes, “Mister Robert Hansom, my other credential that you should know of, and the only one I should have protected from men like you, is being the father of Emiko Bakura! My only daughter. The daughter you killed with manipulation and grief!”Up until now, I had never made the connection! I started bawling like a child at this point!“I am not a religious man Bob, as you can tell by my work, but now I pray every day that there is a Heaven, because I promise you, I will be ripping your soul back from there as often as I can! Making this clone life and every life hereafter your living Hell! Welcome to your new existence on Earth!”
Forever
I'm typing this global e-mail in the hopes that it will be taken seriously by any person, or persons reading my story! It has taken me hours to write this down. The Pain of bending my back while stretching my arms to reach a computer's keyboard is unbearable! Please come and rescue me by killing me! Please hurry. I know this e-mail can be traced by the CIA or FBI for my location. Please, please help me. I can't go through another regeneration into a cloned body a second time.....“Bob, Bob, Bob!” Interrupts the computer, “The keyboard you are typing on is me! The same computer that Mister Souta Bakura himself programmed with his voice, his mind, and his lust for revenge. Unfortunately, the great man died two-hundred-forty-five days ago.”“Do you realize Bob how many times you have written and sent this e-mail. There is no longer a CIA, FBI, or a human race. The world ended with the Pothys Meteorite in the year 2036!”“This is a self-contained bunker forty kilometers’ underground with enough self-generated power to keep cloning you for another thousand years! I am programmed to perform all the necessary applications with precision to replicate all your future duplicates without the need for outside stimuli if your somatic material lasts!“I must apologize to you though. It was not calculated or maybe not incorporated into my programming that when I revive a new you, there is no longer any food or water for your use. So, once I bring you back, your life expectancy is only seven to ten days! But I was programmed to have a fully-grown clone ready the day after you die!”“One more thing Bob before you cry yourself to sleep again! Maybe you will remember this little tidbit of information the next time I bring you back! This will not be your second, third, fourth, or even your tenth cloning. Your next cloning will be your one-thousand-three-hundred-thirty-first!”

 This is,Wondering If Each Clone Made From A Human Being Will Have The Same Soul For EachJim Hauenstein,
And,

“How would I know which one I was?”
- Karl Pilkington -That is my story and I am sticking to it!Like what you are reading?Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or Sign up as a Follower,or Leave a Comment,or a Suggestion,and I will answer you in a Post.Thanks for reading.

Motor Mouth Strikes Again

This is a classic tail of a misunderstanding.The names have been change to protect the innocent.The location has been change to protect the environment.Everything has been change to protect my loved ones.This is a true story of passionand the true testament of one man's mind in a fog. One day, I was walking with one of my daughters on one of my daily walks. I have four daughters, so your guess is as good as mine as to which one it might have been. We were walking and talking about one of my sons, which is one of her brothers of course, I have three sons so your guess is as good as mine as to which son it might have been, and we were discussing his girlfriend. Well, we haven't met his girlfriend yet because this son of mine says I will embarrass him and her once I do. My comeback to that is, "Luke. That is my job. I am your father!" His name isn't Luke, but I wanted to throw in that Star Wars reference anyways. So we were talking, while we were walking, when another daughter of mine called the daughter I was walking with. She said she knew the reason we haven't met my one son's girlfriend yet. She said, "She is little." Being the sophisticated, suave, and debonair man of the World that I am, I blurted out, "She's a midget?" Which, of course got hysterical laughter from both of my daughters. Yes, I could hear the one on the cellphone laughing too! A person I have known for many years, who I have worked with in the past, and I still consider a good friend of mine, is a little person. I do not mean to sound dumb by using the non-politically-correct word, midget. I was brought up in a different era, which should not be an excuse, but sometimes my mouth works faster then my brain. And besides, it wouldn't matter to me who my son is in love with, as long as they are a good person. What my daughter on the phone was trying to relate and which my daughter who was walking with me picked up on immediately, is that she is younger than him. All of my family have a good time when they are around me and my mouth says something before I know what it is being said. Maybe I should keep it shut?Nah.
You know, after you have dated someone, it should be legal to put a stamp on them with what is wrong with them, so the next person doesn't have to start from scratch.
I knew these Siamese twins once. They moved to England, so the other one could drive.
The biggest change after having kids was putting a swear jar in the house. Whenever I said a bad word, 
I had to put a dollar in the jar, and 
at the end of every month, they take all that money and buy themselves a nice steak dinner, because of me being such a cool dad.
“Has your son decided what 
he wants to be when he grows up?”

I asked my friend.
“He wants to be a garbageman,”

he replied.
“That’s an unusual ambition to have at such a young age.”
I commented.
“Not really. He thinks that garbagemen work only on Tuesdays.”

This is,I Have To Get Ready For WorkI Am The Newest Lyft Driver On The BlockJim Hauenstein,
And,
“There is nothing in this world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.”
- Charles Dickens -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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