Ripples

Did you mean to cast that stone?

 

Examining our lives in the micro-universe, our circle is small.  Tossing a rock in a pond we stop watching as it sinks below the surface. The disturbed molecules of water fan out to the edges of reality.

Stones real or metaphorical cast out upon the waters, cause ripples.

If you listen to any medium you will hear either the stone being cast or the ripple effect of that stone.

Listening to the news we hear what we assume is the total of the Iranian population screaming ‘death to America.’

The ripple effect is: if they act up and we nuke them, oh well.

Someone somewhere knows that to control the masses you use all the arrows in your quiver.  One of the largest of those arrows, the sharpest and most surgically precise is the arrow of hate.

Words like a misogynist, racist, fear-mongering, right-winger, left-winger, Nazi, white supremacist, privileged, black lives matter, Antifa, Feminist, fem Nazi, communist, all promote hate.

I am sure I could find dozens of more words that instill hate and stir up feelings (emotions) that will bring some to act.  When I happen to tune to some of the left-leaning media and watch their ‘journalists’ use words like treason, impeach, emperor and so on I realize that they are feeding their base.

Fox does it too.  Crazy Rachel Maddow to tin foil hat Don Lemmon, they too are stirring the pot.

Those stones cause ripples worldwide.  Just like the chants Death to America doesn’t sit well with too many Americans, we only see that part of what they say.  That is purposeful propaganda.

I visit with people around the globe.  Normal people realize that this is one way their government controls their masses.  If you keep them stirred up and angry they are predictable.  If on the other hand, they could think for themselves then the government would lose power over them.  Much like Brexit.

You must know history to realize where the wizard is trying to lead us.  Much like sheep following one blade of grass to the next, without guidance, they will walk off the cliff while eating that last blade of grass.  That is what they think.

We are not sheep.  Without the constant noise from Pravda 2.0 (cough CNN) on every TV screen in every airport tailored to fit the country that it is in, the people might actually think for themselves. When a network pays the airport to only put their channel on the screens in the terminals that is telling you a story. That is propaganda.  While tens of thousands get their early and then sit and wait for their flight, the brainwashing ensues. It is close to state-run TV.  History people, you should know it.

Stalin said the sharpest weapon in his arsenal was the printed word.  If the internet would have been around then, Social media would be his weapons of choice with the MSM running a close second.

The ripples cast by them are worldwide and devastating to millions.  With social media giants controlling the narrative, we have real issues to contend with.

This blog reaches around the globe.  Many of you are in different countries and you obviously see. Those of you that follow me; I would wager if we sat in the same room we would find that we have more in common than not.

What ripple will you send out into the world?

Have a blessed day! -TW

 

Would have, Should have, Could have!

How badly do you want it?

Does that sound like you?

Many of you know that my closest friend was sick. My friend passed, and last week was the funeral. I was tasked with providing the Eulogy.

As a writer, I am blessed as I can turn a colorful phrase, provide an anecdote that people will resonate with, and make sure that I keep it light.

As a friend, this was one of the hardest things that I have ever written. I knew this person intimately. As a matter of fact, I knew them better than anyone else alive. It was only fitting that I was tasked with the Eulogy.

There are many stages of grief, and I am still at the guilt stage. I wanted them to hang around longer, fight harder and don’t let the bastards win. My friend was tired of the battle and the doctors and ready to go be with the lord.

The guilt is from I was thinking about me, and not them.

I am sure I will be turning the corner and running into lonely soon enough, as the hard cold facts settle in.

My friend is no more.

The phone number will cease to work and my caller id will no longer pop up with that name.

The difference between myself and even my parents was that when I breathe my last breath, I am hoping not to have too many of those “I should have or could have done this or that’s, undone.”

You are in control of your destiny. It is easy to blame someone else, but when it comes down to it, you are in control.

How badly do you want it?

To distract myself while my friend was in the process of dying I accepted a challenge to write a novel that is somewhat racy. A complete work of fiction of the 50 shades variety has garnered more attention than any of my other published works, and I just released it.

An email from a naturist wanted to read a book about that subject. They had just red Cyber Subs and liked it, so I blended naturism and 50 shades type material together.

It was not a matter of should have or could have, it was a matter of just doing it.
It is one of those fun reads that you read late at night on your Kindle when the kids are asleep.

If you are like me when I read before I go to sleep, often times I find elements of what I read in my dreams. Kind of fun if you have a vision like that and don’t wake up with red stripes on your backside.  🙂

My friend that passed knew me well too. My friend was a constant companion for many years and in fact my personal cheerleader. If I wrote a Sci-Fi great. If I wrote a young adult story, Great. If I write something like Nudist of Shangri-La, great! If I write about witches super. Whatever I write about is just that, a creative story that will resonate with some, and not with others. That is ok.

The question is, what do you want to read? What will sell?

I was editing the story last night before I went to bed. You can make notes on your Kindle, did you know that?

Anyway, I was reading the 11000-word sex scene that will entice you to not put the book down. Reading it from the frame of mind of an editor, I didn’t recognize my handiwork. If you did not know me one would wonder what kind of person I was?

I am a writer that can put myself in any mindset I choose to. I could be a nun or religious nut in one story, or a mass murderer in another. I can pilot a spaceship from one galaxy to the next, and stand toe to toe with NASA’s brightest in the next.
I am a writer. I am only limited by my imagination and time.

“You can be that too.”
Many of you who read my blog are bloggers and authors. I follow you, and as time permits I look at what you have written. Most of you are quite talented.

Turn all of your “should haves” into “I did that!”

When the bell tolls make sure that there is nothing left on the table. Live your life!
Thanks for all the well wishes during this somewhat rough patch of road. Who knows, tomorrow I may meet a new person who will need a friend like me.

Much Love -TW