Cause and Effect


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October is over and November is upon us. I love this time of the year living in an environment where seasons never change. Not complaining in the least.

I know winter, the fall of leaves, the smoldering heat of summer.

I feel blessed to have my health and true blue friends I can trust and interact with.

Over the years I have found that our lives are directly related to how we live them.  When we do not except any responsibilities for our actions; that in turn have caused another’s reaction, we must deal with ANY consequences good and bad.

Many times our lives spiral and we end up questioning why we have such regular and consistent misfortune.

There is always going to be the scenario of he said, she said ,they said but shouldn’t we be conscious of our thoughts and deeds and how they effect others lives.

When a person feels they have been wronged and their belief systems encourage that if so and so had not did so and so; or said this or that everything would be peaches and crème.

Always looking through the pink tinted lens deceived of the reality we live in.

I always feel it is best to air out our grievances in a kind way. Not too say anything is also detrimental as it makes one feel like they are a doormat.

Things are the way they are. If we are positive than that is what shows up, if we are negative that too rears it’s ugly and unforgiving head.

Some persons are constantly putting the blame on the other. They iterate  too anyone they meet or know that will listen to their story of being mistreated.

Not accepting or taking the responsibility for actions that may in fact indirectly have instigated said issues.

As they say every action begets a reaction.

Making another person look bad in someone’s eyes to bolster your own insecurities will never bring a peaceful life too you.

I always loved this:

“Is It True? Is It Necessary? Is It Kind?

Oh! Stay, dear child, one moment stay,

Before a word you speak,

That can do harm in any way

To the poor, or to the weak;

And never say of any one

What you’d not have said of you,

Ere you ask yourself the question,

“Is the accusation true?”

And if ’tis true, for I suppose

You would not tell a lie;

Before the failings you expose

Of friend or enemy:

Yet even then be careful, very;

Pause and your words well weigh,

And ask is it necessary,

What you’re about to say.

And should it necessary be,

At least you deem it so,

Yet speak not unadvisedly

Of friend or even foe,

Till in your secret soul you seek

For some excuse to find;

And ere the thoughtless word you speak,

Ask yourself, “Is it kind?”

When you have asked these questions three—


Asked them in all sincerity,

I think that you will find,

It is not hardship to obey

No ill of any man to say;

No, not a single word.

by Mary Ann Pietzker, published in 1872


Elusive Dreaming


8:53:03 AM
I had such an intense dream I needed to write it down as quickly as possible while I still remembered it. Although it was the kind of dream one doesn’t tend to forget so easily.

I was in a huge mall that was very high up. I was carrying my large brown leather bag and a back pack belonging to a friend. All personal and important documents were inside the brown bag. They were secure inside my snap wallet. Hempy was in his little pouch I had made for him.

Person’s mingled about and it was very crowded. I sit the bags down and when I looked they were gone. During my search for my possessions I was overtaken by a small group of men. They took me into a room and offered too help me. Next thing I know I am feeling very disorientated, I have no underwear on. I seek other help within the mall. I found a pair of underwear with tags still on I took them and covered my (_*_) self.
As I wondered about in a daze several others offered to help but by this time I trusted no one.

I located my bags only to once again have them ripped from me, taken by thieves.
I remembered my daughters cell number as plain as could be in my dream, but had only 10 ¢ on me. A lady walked up and gave me a quarter, she was throwing change at a wall.
I searched for a pay phone. They were either non existent or a sign was on them that said “out of order”.

I sit down and out of the corner of my eye noticed the man that had offered to help me earlier. He said they are coming if you are ready this time.

Sitting there I realized I was holding and loving on Hempy. I was so happy I nearly squeezed him too hard, not wanting to lose him. I also had my favorite blue cigarette case.
I looked out over the entrance to the mall and realized just how high I was. Literally and figuratively speaking.

I told the man that I always flew away when any one was trying to harm me or take from me. I would just sit still and envision flying and up and away I would go.
This time was different. I felt different. I knew I would not fly and my fate would be a fall of a great distance.
He took my hand and we slowly maneuvered our way down the long narrow ramp to the street.
I still had Hempy cradled in my arms and the blue case. Everything else was gone.
I knew I had a lot of explaining to do.

How do you explain something that eludes you.
© C. m ART z  2015

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