Traveling Man

 The sun burned my skin. I don’t even know which was worst, the rays of scorching heat literally turning me to a crisp or the barren, paved road, as black as tartarus cooking me like a frying pan. I gazed above, covering my eyes with my hands. There were two vultures circling above. Their shadows in perfect unison as if they were performing a play and this was just a tragedy. But it was. A lone boy, a runaway, no where to go and stuck in the middle of no where. It was actually quite funny. My delusions of running away with my families fortune only to spend it all and be alone, no home and no where to go. Days without eating or proper sleep, now hoping for someone to take pity as I lie here on the street. 

someone….please…..I thought.

Thud. Thud. Thud. I heard footsteps approaching. I was so caught into my thoughts I almost couldn’t hear them. The man was close by. My lips trembled, I could hear the crackling from them as I tried to lick them to speak. It was bad enough I couldn’t even muster enough spit. 

I could see him now as I turned to face him. As he approached all I could see was a silhouette as he stood towering over me. I tried to speak but it was as if all my energy had depleted. 

“Rest now my child, hear have something to drink.” his voice was as an angels in my hour of need.

He lifted my head and gave me water. I coughed a bit back up as I was surprised by how cold, clean, and delicious it tasted in my mouth. Who would of thought, water would be so good. As I blinked, drinking and feeling this bliss I could see a smile on the mans face. 

After awhile I tried to speak.

“T-thank…you…s-sir…”, my body was still tired, my voice sounding rasp. 

“My child, rest for we have much to do. Once you are rested we shall go.” the man responded in a calm voice.

“B-but to where? I have no where to go.” I responded.

“No where? I believe we are going home. It’s simple, if you follow me I shall show you the way.” the man smiled at me.

Who was I for this kind sir to stop in his travels to help me, I was nothing I thought. Only thing I had on was rags and looked beaten, defeated, on the side of the road.

The man looked out to the distance, “Thought where I am going you will not be able to follow, as long as you follow me I shall show you the way. There is hope my child, for though we may feel as if life has no meaning, is in darkness, there is light. I shall show you life.”

I started to get up. I had rested enough. I looked up at him.

He looked at me and spoke, “Follow me. Leave all your worries behind.”

We started to make our way….home.

I Shall Bear Witness

Order, order in the court…do you swear to speak the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?…….I do….

Many of you pictured or imagined a courtroom as you read the sentence above. It’s funny how we so easily disregard life as a whole sometimes or see the value in it. We don’t “bear” witness to it. We see the world around us and live within it, upholding our own ideologies or beliefs. Yet, what can we say about revealing what we believe or perceive to be as truth by being witnesses to it.

It comes to no surprise that our characters are determined not by our words but by our actions. That which we do is for the most part what defines us, a tree is seen by the fruit it bears. Such it is in life and though we can all agree to this, why is it that when we present truth in its purest form, we disregard it in our lives? How can this be? Simple. The truth we uphold is shown or revealed by our lives. 

We live day by day, we are taught that man is destined to die but while he is here on earth he must find his purpose or live a happy, successful life. This for the most part is understand as the “truth” of the human race in this day and age. Depending on the culture, things will be added as in, finding a spouse, getting a good job, a house, a dog, or even 1-2 kids. We go to school to achieve this or take into affect a trade to practice and apply what we learn. We begin to “wear” this notion and everything we learn, based on experiences and emotions, begins to shape our lives. Such is it with what we gather to be truth. 

We understand by what is defined that truth is that which is true, something we can prove with facts, but what does it really mean? We can go on for hours debating the definition but what I have found is an acceptable one is, that which is derived to be what is and will always be, unchanging, visible or presented to be accurate based on what is established or presented. It might sound a bit philosophical but trust me it is not. It is contrary to what many believe is truth which is relative, opinions, derived by our emotions. In essence or for example, 2+2 is a mathematical equation, what was determined to equal 4 now, shall be 4 based on its core foundation when it was presented apart from someone saying in a relative view, it equals 5 or can equal 5. 

Now what exactly am I trying to explain here? Simple, the truth we so eagerly share with others we seem not to “bear” it. Those who speak of equality for the most part, sees a part of themself as biased, they may still stereotype or hold to slightly different beliefs. Someone who believes in a God, will reflect it truly in their lives if they fully do believe it. Thus, my title for this article is now revealed. Let me bear witness. 

I’ve lived a short yet full life in my opinion. I’ve experienced much but one thing I can properly say is, I believe there is a God. In so being the case I am shown or to properly relay, I allow my life to be a testimony, proof that God is real. Not only do I present the Gospel but I also allow himself to show himself through me. I was not a saint, nor do I ever claim to be one. I fail many times and I am not perfect yet, compared to how I was before, it is remarkable. Sure, we can have psychologists state that it was a changing of the mind. Yet, on the contrary, to state I had control over anything is misleading. You see, I couldn’t really do much only God could. Just as ta problem we face as 2+2=4, man can do nothing or be considered “good” without God. We think we are and we can act like it, but wear is the proof, the truth? Just because we say so? What about what is actual truth? You see life is not a game, not all roads lead to heaven, and no matter how much “truth” we spout, only our lives will reveal what we believe. Just something to think about. Live the life you speak, even if you are not a God fearing man, if you want to be respected based on your beliefs, respect others and etc. As for me, I shall bear witness.

I’m A Writer

​I reminisced about the good ole days. The days when I would spend hours writing or creating new stories in my head to draw or bring into picture for the world to see. But this didn’t start out of mere luck or a need to fully express myself. It start by the simple words readers know all too well, “Once upon a time…”

Looking back from the very beginning, I can tell you that my journey as a writer has had its ups and downs. I would love to say I’m a published author with like a dozen books, but frankly I’m not. Still, that doesn’t mean I consider myself less of a writer or not capable to perform those feats. Through all that I’ve experienced it feels like it has led me to where I am today. 

Like my little intro described, I remember the days I would simply “zone” out at school and just draw or write, creating my own comic book and manga. The stories always intrigued me and I didn’t care if it was all just said and done, I had my own personal take on it and was proud to call it my own. It wasn’t until last year that I fully decided to pursue this passion that burned me from the inside until it could reach the surface. I’m a writer. I can now state that with a smile on my face and no real feeling of failure in life. I know this is what I’m good at and also what many must come to realize. 

Let’s be honest with ourselves. Who of us can state that we are pursuing our dream job? We can chase the money and the fame but do you honestly feel content? Sure I can throw myself into the limelight and state that I’m not “banking” in writing. For the most part I wrote here on my blog while working on my book. I have a couple of short stories spread out in different mediums. Still, like I said, I claim the title of writer. I can explain it as clear as day, writing is just in my blood and the more I embraced it the more it is revealed to me. Hence, why I encourage people to read, write or just be creative. You never really know what is inside you waiting to come out. Don’t be afraid of what others may say, work on your craft and grow, find support and keep working towards your dream. As I write this article I look out to the world, not only for people who are going to read my work in the future but also those who will reveal their own “work” in whatever gift or talent they have to shine with.

Am I A Memory

​For who am I? Shall I venture into the past? A memory seeming to be trapped. Long forgotten or so I desire. To be thrown in thoughts of constant fire. Bring me into remembrance of what is now. Dig me through the cold, snow to what is bound. Come in haste as they emerge. Present to me with reason the secrets of my soul. See that the future is not yet forged….still….these memories, holding on to the edge of mind. Heart filled by choices and feelings through signs. Never forgotten is love, no matter the distance, nor time. But allow me to grow and be changed for who I am, not who I was and yet to be.

The Moon

​I am as the moon. Reflecting a light that shines over horizons. Shifting and changing in seasons through the phases of reason, with color of yellows and reds. Mourn me not as morning comes for I am still visible, though darkness surrounds me. Worry not for the stars keep me company. If you ever need me, look up and feel my touch as my light falls like snow, I shall be here if you think you’re alone and let space be just a word.

O Silent Night

​O Silent night. We remember the song. Every time I hear the saying, the night is peaceful, I laugh a little inside. As a writer, I’ve learned that the night just brings about hordes of memories and thoughts. Of course, I’ve used that time to allow myself to bleed and continuously build flood the paper or screen with words.

It is true that there is a sense of calm in the world at night. But I also know by someone who is an introvert and night owl that it is a nightmare. Since the days I had to live in the streets, I developed what people call delayed sleep syndrome. It’s basically when your biological clock is reversed. Even adding on to this I tend to have insomnia from time to time. It’s actually funny how some people say I’m a cyborg or not human. I tend to rarely sleep or even eat. At most I gain about 3-4 hours of sleep every day.

Now what is it about the night? I tend to think it is because you are surrounded by the sense of it being quiet. Everyone is sleeping and it is you, there, contemplating. At the very least, I never liked the morning. It’s true that people can make fun of me by saying I am like a vampire. I also know that I rather be a night owl than a morning person. It’s a manner of opinion really. Really though I just wanted to take my own take on the matter. A break really and just share my thoughts on the matter as I sit here in the car at 6 am as the sun rises. So many thoughts racing in my mind and I feel them trying to escape.

Knowing what’s Good

“I’m good, I don’t swear a lot, I believe in God, or I don’t believe in a higher power but I don’t kill or cheat, lie, and etc”, the list goes on and on, and I’ve heard it all before. But this is the issue at hand, a problem many encounter, they rely on a relative reasoning for morality. Their definition of “good” is in itself a standard set by themselves. Yet we perfectly understand even without properly getting taught, what is bad. The majority of the case is that what we now consider bad is being accepted and applied to what is good. This not only causes a sense of distortion because now we have feelings, opinions, intrude reasoning and truth with morality to define what is not absolute so in turn we have an “open mind” yet closed off enslaved by our egos and imperfections.

 It is of consequence because what we are being taught, believe whatever you want and do whatever you want to do, let nothing stop you. But honestly let’s take a step back and reanalyze all of this. “Do whatever you want?”, did not Aliester Crowley, a known magician and occultists say the same “Do what thou wilt” in his book of the law? I’ve argued against this and held multiple discussions with people upon this topic. What or how can we truly determine then what is good? Some people can relate to the laws made by government or even what is accepted as a whole in society yet that ranges depending on location or the people, because then once again it is a relative view. There has had to be an absolute or standard set before for us to properly understand and follow.

So now the question usually arises, here I go again bringing back Christianity or enforcing my beliefs. Understand something, if I cannot speak about my beliefs or in turn reveal it as truth why should I then allow you to push your own, if I was to believe in it being relative, if we are “entitled” to our own beliefs. This in turn is the constant debates, people hold to their views as forms of absolutes, they always hold to their egos and boast in their self righteousness, yet none are good. Many can remember this from the parable of the rich man Jesus spoke about in Mark 10. If you are not I recommend reading it to grab an idea. Some people stop and question, really none are good? Yes, none of us are. Jesus explains to him the standards, the commandments, the law. The man explains he’s followed them but Jesus responds, to sell everything he has and give to the poor. The man leaves disheartened. This is the thing right here, we like to appear to be “good” even be seen as religious, believe we know what it is to be “good” but like Jesus said, only God is good and as well through God all is possible.

So then what are we to do about this situation, if none are good only God? I hope you understand that our sense of knowing what is right and wrong, good and bad, come from God, from birth we are taught what it is but within us we have God’s nature, all made to be in his image, likeness, having his character. We are instilled to have a sense of what should or should not be while also understanding he has given us a way to follow him which is good. When we allow our egos to come in between this we fall or sin like Adam and Eve thinking we know it all or what is right. But also understand the law was established to show us we are sinners, while also preparing the way for he who overcame sin, Jesus. Christ took our penalty and because of his sacrifice we are made righteous, good, but only through Jesus. Some can debate how can a man do this if he even claimed he was not good. But understand Jesus spoke to teach people and set an example, but many understand as well he never sinned, was the son of the Father, but was also God in the flesh and because of his actions, he is able to overcome death to reveal who he is and just as he stated he is the way, truth, and life. 

All will be judged in the end. It doesn’t matter if you think you re good or if the world does. Where do you stand with God? Because only through Jesus can we truly be considered “good”. In turn he will shape us truly to his image through the holy spirit and we will image bearers, showing love and truth to others. Much blessings.