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What Crime Are You Guilty Of?

This is perhaps an odd question, I suppose.  But perhaps it is not so strange after all.  I had a rare day off from my everyday job this day.  Today is of course, the 4th of July.  Independence Day.  And I started thinking of my life and my day-to-day routines.  Like so many of us, the week consists mainly of rising up, going to work and then going home.  This is followed the next day by rising once again, going to work and returning home.  And the pattern continues day upon day, week upon week and year upon year.  Now indeed we must or at least should work and contribute.  That is a given.  There is no crime in doing so.  So what is it then that I am driving at, you may ask?

My point is simply this.  I realized today that what I have been over these last several months is a willing participant in a crime, a tragic crime in which I have allowed myself to become the victim.  And what is the crime I am guilty of?  I am guilty of having become a thief.  I have been stealing much-needed nourishment from my spirit by being so entrenched in my job that I have not been doing one of the very things I was put on this earth to do.  I have ceased writing over these last few months because I have allowed my job to consume me entirely.  Does this make sense to any of you?  The worst wrongs that can be committed are the ones we commit against ourselves.  I have noticed a marked reduction in my Life energy as a result of the neglect I have shown towards my soul and the gifts I have been given.

The message I am conveying here, although a bit awkwardly, is simply this.  By all means, tend to your job each day and give your best always.  And by all means, tend to your family and those you love always.  Let them know they are uppermost in your heart and embrace them with your Spirit.  But do not do any of these things by committing crimes against yourself.  Do not begin to steal from yourself by not honoring the gifts and talents that our Creator has given to you.  When you become a thief such as this, not only will you suffer and lose blessing in your life but so will those around you, those who reside in the very Spirit you are stealing from.  I trust that this makes a degree of sense to any who read this.  My writing is rusty and my mind is tired.  But I think perhaps you may get an idea of what I am trying to convey.

We are all given gifts in this Life and all of us have a unique purpose we were put here to fulfill.  What might your purpose be?  If you know your Life destiny, then go now and pursue it for there is no other person on this planet who can do it for you.  There are many who await the blessings that only you can bring to them.  If you know not the road that Life has set before you to follow, then be tenacious and seek with diligence the Life path that is your birthright.  For if you do so, what has been purposed for you will become evident.  And yes, there are many who, although they may not know it just yet, are waiting for and in need of the blessings you will bring their way.  Do not allow yourself to become sidetracked or even worse, derailed  by the everyday storms and distractions that will come your way.  I say to you that it is those very storms and distractions that are often designed to keep you from the greatness and goodness of purpose that is destined for you.  Be wise and remember that Life always presents to us choices.  And we must always choose for even if we choose not to make a choice, we have still indeed chosen, yes?  What can be difficult is living with the choice or choices we have made.  Ladies and gentlemen, I would tell you then to choose wisely and even prayerfully.  Remember as well that it is in our blessing and service to others that we are blessed in return and in good measure.

In closing and at the risk of being redundant, I would ask you this question again.  Are you guilty of  this crime, the crime of stealing from your own soul and spirit?  Take time out and do a bit of introspection.  I would also encourage us to be honest during this examination and be sure not to rationalize to assuage our conscience.  By the way, if you break down the word “rationalize”, do you know what you will come up with?  I will tell you just now.  Rationalize broken down to its base really just means “rational lies” and by telling ourselves rational lies, it is so much easier to avoid the accountability that our Destiny demands of us.  And believe me, I am preachin’ to the choir here, as they say.  I have indeed been guilty of crimes against myself as of late.  So then, let us be good to ourselves and true to our Life path, yes?

Thank you for your kind attention tonight.  Give thought to what we discussed for it is so much the truth.  Take care with yourselves.  May the blessings of today and those of tomorrow be yours to share.

Authored by William J. Thompson, Jr

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Open Doors

This brief writing this evening is more than a bit different from what I usually post here.  But we all have many sides to our personality, don’t we?  Myself, I am an avid fan of the author Stephen King.  I always have been, I suppose.  His books often dance on the edge of madness, of the macabre which has always been a source of fascination for me.  I am not sure how this piece will be received here but I had a desire to post it.  So, just read along the lines here and indulge me once again.  If you do not find this of interest, my apologies to you.

Stephen King said it well.  “There are doors in the mind that shouldn’t be opened.” The question is do those doors sometimes open of their own accord?  Or, perhaps they open with just the slightest bit of prompting or desire, subconscious though it may be, on our part.  I’m not sure quite honestly and don’t remember if I “wished” for a glimpse behind that door.  I would like to think that I did not, that I was more intelligent than to make such a foolish request.  But then again, is it not the more intelligent of us who often lose their grip on reality, who frequent the dark halls of our asylums?  And isn’t it really a matter of perception in the end?

The hinges on the door I speak of, that door of Perception are a bit more than loose at times.  It’s true, you know.  “I’ll bet the farm on that!” or “You can take that one to the bank!”, or any one of a dozen other inane idioms that people use to enhance their sad little lives.  No doubt about that one.  But, I digress.  When thoughts come at you from more than two directions at one time, it’s not only wrong.  It’s downright confusing!!  Which one do you listen to?  I see 3 of em’!  Which one do I pick?   “Pick the one in the middle”, it says. “Or not!”

Many of our thoughts are subversive at best and should be mentally flushed when they surface.  Flushed before they time to get even a finger hold on our psyche, our soul.  But there is a certain attractiveness, (Is that a word?) a quality, if you will that is rather seductive.  Wouldn’t you agree?  We’ve all had thoughts like these at one time or another, so don’t pretend you haven’t.  What’s the meaning behind the thought or the thought behind the meaning?  What’s the thought behind the thought for that matter?  Because there is one, just behind the door.  And how deep does the rabbit hole really go, Alice???  Pretty doggone deep, this much I know to be true.  But how deep is the question of the day?  And do I really want to know the answer to that one??  The knowledge is there for the taking, just waiting to be plucked from that singular tree.  You know the one.  It’s the tree that you see in your deepest dreams, always there but just on the fringes.  We usually see it as slightly blurred, a bit askew if you will.  Perhaps a trick of the mind for our own protection.  But make no mistake about it, friends and neighbors.  It is there! The sweet fruit it bears is accessible and can be freed from its limbs quite easily.  But at what cost to the mind?  The price one pays for this particular fruit is high and there are no refunds, O’ Curious One.  None, zip and nada!  In for a penny, in for a pound as the saying goes.  So, it really comes down to a choice in the end, doesn’t it?  Or does it?

Thank you for reading this just now.  I hope you found it of some interest.  Enjoy your day and be blessed in it abundantly.

Authored by William J. Thompson, Jr.

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Ode To Mom

She has a fine heart, one with kindness and with caring.

It’s warmth can be felt by all those who know her.

Her eyes are expressive, they have depth yet they sparkle.

They reflect contemplation and her spirit within.

Her laughter, like music, a pleasure to hear.

It floats in the air and makes others smile.

Her voice is a mystery, it is strong, yet still gentle.

Her words carry merit for all that will hear.

Words of life, love and wisdom for those that she cares for.

Her strength is a quiet one, not boastful or loud,

developed through time and has brought her thus far.

Her manner is conservative, yet not overly so.

It has flexibility and brings with it humor.

Her ears, they do listen, with discernment, compassion.

They hear in an effort to help the one speaking.

Her talents are varied.  Of this, I trust she is aware.

Many things have I learned from the Mother I know.

I’ve the knowledge of life skills, to cope in this world.

These things, they were taught me by the Mother I love.

But I’ve learned things much smaller which have value too.

What things do I speak of?  I will tell you just now.

I speak of cooking and sewing. I speak of boxing as well.

As a lad, I learned much, countless lessons to be sure,

from the woman, my Mother whose character shows here.

These words I’ve penned here are a tribute to you, Mom.

I wanted to tell you and speak best when I write.

 

Your son, Billy

 

Authored by William J. Thompson, Jr.

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