The Lie

I can see a lie,
within ones eye.
One of true deceit.

To grab a hold,
and be so bold.
One must be so weak.

A lie creates a shallow man,
who lives for not another.
A lie creates a lonely man,
whom needs for not their brother.

So when you look me in the eye,
be careful what you speak.
A lie will not provide you with,
the comfort that you seek.

Written by Crystal
Food for Thought

Your soul is OPEN-MINDED. Although you do have
strong opinions and make decisions, you never
make them without thinking first of not only
everything that is, but those that may not be
as well. People trust that you'll willingly
hear them out and understand when they tell you
something, and you are well-liked for it. You
are often the mediator in disputes and your
desire to do what is right overcomes all else.
You are an understanding and admirable soul.


What Is Your Soul's Trait?
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Summer is here, so to fill in those busy days I'm using filler material. We all don't mind a little positive feed back once in awhile.....even if it is a bunch of hog wash.

A small piece of my mind when I was twenty. Seems I had strong opinions even then. This is from an old letter I had written to a friend.

I'm scared of men, scared of people, scared of this world. Somedays I don't want to wake up to see the sun, because I'm scared of having to deal with it all. You have to make all these decisions, like whether to wear white socks or blue ones. Somedays I'd rather go bare foot then to have to decide. I guess thats a poor personality trait... People bombared you with questions, What are you doing with your life? Where are you going? Are you happy? What do you want from life? You know what I mean. Petty questions, people ask, not because they really care but because they want to compare your answers with theirs. Isn't that right?
It frustrates me, that people are so phony, walking around this planet earth with no reason to question why their walking in the first place. Did someone tell you to walk, or are you walking because you wanted to? Even that half of us can't really answer. Then you get older and you start to accept things, molding you thoughts to everyone elses. You start to mature and become normal.....and you become boring, robotic individuals.

So have I become my worst fear.........a boring, molded, robotic individual?

Morpheus


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The Kidnapping Myth

In a couple posts below I had written a post called, "The Dilemma with Insights." This is a post about a lady that kidnapped her three year old daughter, and I expressed a large amount of sympathy for her situation. Though understanding human nature, many of you that have read the post are probably left feeling the lady did wrong and thus justly deserves her punishment. In a moral sense I do agree. Although through personal experience I disagree strongly. For I have been there for the sake of a child, the media tormented me, the public prejudged me, and the courts frustrated me. I did not have a drug problem, or hide from the law. What I did was stand up for a child I truly loved, and cared about. Many people do not realize the diverse circumstances that surround the kidnapping issue. Sometimes for the love and care of a child we are forced to go beyond the legal system and take action into our own hands.

If a child was a risk and all proper measures are taken to alert officials, but no action was taken, What would you do?

Consideration


This morning I slept in. When I came out to the kitchen I could see that my five year old daughter had made her own breakfast.
In the toaster was a waffle and on the kitchen table was another one with a small bite taken out of it. Although it had butter on it and the syrup was on the table it was hardly touched. This was odd considering she loves waffles with real maple syrup. So I approached her in the living room while see watched cartoons. "Something wrong with your breakfast this morning, hon," I asked.
"Yes," she replied with small tears swelling up in her eyes,"I didn't want to wake you because you were tired, and I couldn't open the bottle of syrup, so I couldn't eat my waffle, and I'm really hungry and it's all your fault..........because I couldn't get the syrup on my waffle." I went quiet. Feeling terrible, and realizing how important the little thimgs truly are. And knowing my daughter shall never have to eat dry waffles again.....as my job of being a Mom, a good Mom, includes the small but most meaningful task of opening a bottle of syrup. And how was your day?

The Dilemma with Insights.

Reading people, their hands, their energy is not an easy task. The information you pick up from time to time needs great consideration. Similar to the circle of life in the nature world, the situations that surround us have a direction, and purpose in the events of our lives. A reader must determine what information is useful, and beneficial for the individual.
This is far from easy, and mistakes and poor judgment can affect the whole circle of life surrounding that individual. I have learned over time that one must be cautious with the delicate balance of human existence. I have not acted on insight when needed, and acted on others that I should not have. Here are some true events of missed opportunity and poor judgment.
A few years back, I was Christmas shopping at Toys or Us. I had passed a lady going in to the store who's energy had troubled me. She was full term in pregnancy, and her eyes spoke volumes. My mind was fighting my rational self, as I felt she needed to talk, she needed a friend, and I needed to be there for her. I struggled to shake the urge as I was in a hurry to get on with my shopping. I shopped for a while my mind fighting me to find her, to help her. I felt she was in trouble. I ignored it. As I was leaving the store, again I came face to face with her, her eyes pleading with me for assistance. I forced myself to walk away and go home.
Later that evening on the late night news I was watching, this women and her boyfriend we're arrested in the city for kidnapping her three year old daughter. They we're from the United States and had taken her daughter from her Mothers house whom had guardianship. The couple both had drug problems and she was nine months pregnant with a second child. They had stolen a motor home and driven up to Canada. This was the very lady I had seen in Toys or Us. This was the very sad women whom if I had listened to myself and taken the time to reach out to her, the situation could have truly been altered for the better.
I still think about her, I have sadness and regret that I did not respond to my urge. I was angry at the news too, as they had taken a sad, lost individual and turned them into a media monster. I seen her pain, I read her mind. She needed a friend, guidance, support and compassion. I failed her and it destroyed her.

My 1st Insight

Before I started reading people, I had dreams. Dreams about those close to me, dreams that gave me an edge on the situation. It wasn't until my teen years that I discovered my dreams had true purpose and insight.
When I was 16. I dated a boy older than me he was of legal age to drink at the local bar. One evening he took me out for supper and drove me home. During the drive I asked him to stay to watch a movie, he replied he was to tired and wanted to go home to bed. After he left, I went to bed. That night I had a clear and vivid dream of the events of the evening.
In my dream, I had gone to town, and drove by the local bar, I could see inside the bar clear as day, and I could see my boyfriend sitting at a table with another fellow and a woman.
It was so vivid, I could make out her hair color and length, and the exact location of the table in the bar. I could not see her face, though in my dream, my boyfriend was being overly affectionate to this strange blond in the bar. I knew this dream was to be tested.
The next day after school, my boyfriend picked me up. I asked him if he had a good rest the night before. He replied fine. I decided to use my dream for the truth and so the situation unfolded.
I told him, that I knew he had not gone home to bed though had went to the bar. He disagreed.
I told him, I knew he was in the bar, because I had come into town later to return some movies and had seen his car there. Now...He confessed.
Yes, he stated I was in the bar with Joe for a few and a game of pool.
That is a lie, I said...You were not playing pool, you were playing with the blond sitting at your table by the D.J. booth. I raised my tone.
My boyfriends eyes grew wide in concern, how do you know? He asked.

I was there I seen it all, so tell me it straight. And with that I pulled down the collar of his highneck shirt to reveal hickeys, not of my making.
Where you in the bar.....He asked.
No,I can't get in, you know that, with that I looked him in the lying, cheated eyes, spit out the name of the girl that arose on the tip of my tongue. It's over, and thank the little #$%$## for showing me your true colors.
Sure, he cried, and confessed but this had no meaning anymore. I was more amazed by the reality of my dream, it's vivid truth, than anything else at that moment. And with that power of knowlegde and truth I walked away to face a new day.

I had many more dreams after this one, many of them tested, and many amazed myself and others. And as I grew older I wanted to channel that ability into day dreams or spontaneous insights. And that is how my stranger side was born. Do you listen to your dreams? What are they telling you?

When?

I look,
I wait.
I water
I wait.
Nothing...
I look,
I water,
I wait.
Again nothing.

How does your garden grow?

The Fly

In the wink of an eye,
I saw a fly.
Bathing on my windowsill.

With delicate grace,
He flew from this place,
And circled my head on his way.

He landed again,
And this was when
I swatted that damn little fly.

With legs in the air,
And wings everywhere,
I swear, I'll get em again.