Learning

Study, practice, fail, pass, tests, homework, groups, teams, quizzes, the key is to never stop learning.

You can learn from losing, you can learn from winning.

You can even learn from a bad situation.

You can learn when you’re young and even when you’re old.

The most amazing thing about learning is how even when you think you have it all figured out there’s more to learn. 

Learning is God’s ultimate lesson in which he teaches us infinite ♾ knowledge and everyday we wakeup unknowingly in his classroom. Some days will be good and some days will be bad. We can choose to believe and we can choose not to, it’s no different from dropping out of school. We have a choice to listen and be taught or lean on our own understanding.

Some classes will be easy and some classes will be hard, but in the end he will judge us.

We may not want to accept it, but he’s teaching us all to be good. He’s always teaching us a lesson and his academic curriculum can never be mastered only imagined because the knowledge and skills learned are invisible. The learning last a lifetime, only to find out that his power to teach is often comprehended the most when we’re alone studying. Studying to learn how to be good. Studying and learning. It never stops.

The Tech Virus

 Before computers I saw flesh right in front of my eyes. The images of natural life I embraced. I communicated with everyone. Now my phone is calling me, my favorite girl is inside of the screen, and I can’t even touch her. The feelings are artificial. The tech virus has even infected my wife, she’s on her phone twenty-four hours a day it seems like. I admit it, we’re both addicted. Arguing over who called who and who got what message. We can’t put down our tech gadgets for one day. Our kids are addicted too. Sending pictures of themselves and body parts to complete strangers. Minute by minute and hour by hour passes and we’re still in front of the screen fulfilling our fantasies and wildest thoughts that enable us to imagine everything that we’ve always desired through a screen. I could be going blind, but it’s too late, the virus has spread everywhere. Emails, text messages and an entire data driven conversation broadcasted for the entire world to hear. Streaming and enough gamma and beta rays to fry the brain. We’re addicted to our phones, we tried to put our technical devices down for one week and suffered from withdrawal. In a complete rage, I drowned my devices in a bowl of water and began holding normal conversations with my wife and kids. We took up painting and began mailing letters again. The tech virus nearly killed us and while we’re outside holding conversations the streets are empty because everyone is online, probably doing their homework and who knows what else. Yesterday I saw a man flip his car over on the highway trying to respond to a text. The programming has us all caught in a web. We’re lost in virtual space.

The Tech Virus

The End.

The Magic Lightbulb

What an amazing discovery, a small illusion of the sun. A trick that gives light in the darkness. How easy it may seem and if taken for granted such a masterpiece could leave you blind. How else could you light up the night?

The Magic Lightbulb 

Loud Music

Oh, god I can’t feel my brain.

Where’s my ears.

Loud Music

Injured

Oh lord, I just felt something snap in my leg. There goes my standout football season. I wonder if they serve snacks on the ambulance ride to the hospital. All of this running around has made me hungry. This football stuff has worn me out, I think I’ll quit and maybe try and enter the spelling bee. 

Injured 

September 11th

For some reason I can’t let go. 

For some reason I don’t understand.

For some reason I care…

I have to go back and save more people, I can still hear them screaming, I can still see them jumping, I confess that I’m traumatized, I confess that I’ve lost my mind trying to figure out why.

For some reason I can’t let go.

For some reason I don’t understand.

For some reason I care…

September 11th 

Labor Day

 I worked, got paid and spent it all on my family.

I became a boss, made $1 million and blew it all on expenses.

I’m 80 years old and I’m still on the overtime list.

Maybe I’ll take a break today.

Labor Day

The Devil’s Riddle & King Solomon’s Temple

Communication between King Solomon and I had gone to another level. Our minds began to spin through the wide lengths of space as we both noticed that we were stuck between two worlds. One was real and one was fake. For we both had been shown false help mates but soon realized that they had all been sacrificed before the GOAT, for they’d fell victim to the lie so we didn’t try to save them and instead broke bread and ate. King Solomon was my friend, he was like a father to me, he showed me visions of slaves being tortured and raped only to be rescued by angels. I began to weep seeing my relatives drowning in drug use and alcohol abuse, for they were not happy. In the distance, King Solomon pointed to a false religion that would tangle my thoughts, he also showed me tribes that had stole gold and authentic tunics to secure their wealth. He then opened my eyes to all that I failed to see before. As brothers, we took a walk through the underworld and he gave me a dream.

“This is my father’s brother, a place where souls believe lies and mingle with the thoughts that cannot defeat the light of day. Do not be fooled by your own desires for I have made a way for you to manifest in an abundance of glory,” he said showing me two principles of thought.

I could then hear his wives calling him, but he informed me that meditation was key before he answered them.

“False sacrifices and a false face put on the one who gives us internal thoughts and wisdom has been detected in my temple,” he explained.

Seeing the future, I fell to my knees on a rug made of gold laces.

“Get up my brother, for there is so much more to see,” he said.

In the distance was a hole, one was filled with darkness and one was filled with light. 

I will share with you the devil’s riddle,

“A thief that is satisfied only steals to be caught. A woman that blames everyone else for her problems but fails to blame herself will fall in love with three men at the same time and convince them that it’s their fault. Wisdom is like a fashion book with many designs in it leading to a dark colored outfit worn to stay warm. The riddle is simple and one cannot exist without the other, therefore, if you die young or live to be old, in the end the results are not different. Once you figure this out you will find true peace in your heart and you will face your fears when solving the devil’s riddle,” he explained.

Confused, I began to drink out of a golden cup that he provided as he showed me the kingdom that God had prepared for me.

“Do not be afraid brother, for we have walked through  the underworld hearing numerous false prophets to get here. This is your inheritance. For death is just another portal into infinite salvation. You must be rejuvenated with the truth,” he said, showing me more.

My cup of wisdom and knowledge began to overflow. This was home for us, our eternal treasure, a kingdom of righteousness. Seeing my people sweating in hard labor after awaking from my dream I gave them fresh water and we sat down to talk together. I solved the devil’s riddle sitting with my people in the hot sun realizing that he was just a character in a never ending story in which all I had to do was close the book and focus on what was right. Hearing my wives calling me, I was not afraid of the laws put in place by man, for brother Solomon had given me the keys to my own Kingdom. Me and my people were free to do as we pleased and the devil was not a character in our book, therefore he didn’t exist in our kingdom. 

Mental Health

 I almost strangled someone today, I wonder who will test me tomorrow. I’m going to keep chugging along though because at least I have that right. Once again odds are eating away at my thoughts. Will I fall and stumble or will I stand tall through it all? Today, I’ll stand, and Tomorrow, I’ll walk it off. I’m convinced that through it all, I have to stay focused and believe that what I’m doing is beneficial to everyone that does understand. As I look in the mirror channeling my thoughts on strength I see a feather sitting on the bathroom counter from an old hat. Something or someone is with me, at that very moment my mental becomes stronger. The vision is clear, I’m being used for the greater good…I then smile at myself in the mirror and carry-on. I just got a notice that one of my favorite Olympic athletes finished the race with a broken leg—win, lose or draw she finished. What are the odds of that? If she can do it, I can do it.

Mental Health