INIQUITOUS

INIQUITOUS
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by Connie Scruton
July 7, 2009

A dark Evil descends slithering from beneath the hallowed grounds, surfaced as a snake with forked tongue.

The insular pinhead, devoid of soul, drips its delusive secretion upon the like-minded weakness of other‘s who will crawl upon their belly for a crumb that may be tossed in exchange for their allegiance.

The iniquitousness of a birdbrain will tear down all that was good and sainted, deeming the creators as worthless; a glorified hell is crafted to destroy any goodness that might have remained intact.

Snatch and grasp by seizing what is not of one’s own. Barricading self within a locked enclosure of chain, as a pool of blood sucked from death is viewed as a triumph. This Evil remains in a state of insatiability odium.

Us from the light are sheltered from the deleterious Evil emits. We know it to be forged control that will not prevail.

True power is in knowledge and knowing, in truth and in honor, giving and sharing, and in loving. This is everlasting as the perpetual light we come from.

In time, us of the light will observe the return of humanity after the black cloaks with wide-brim hat shadows eradicate evil from its perch.

Aruba

I just returned from Aruba. I am in love with that place!! I went just in time too because my passport was getting ready to expire. This was the first stamp in that passport so I was pretty excited!!!

It was hot that was for sure. However, if you stay in the shade under a hut on the beach and with the breeze you will be comfy enough until you go into to swim, which will cool you down further. The water is shallow for a long ways out, and warm, you won't want to get out. The color is greenish mixed with the blue water. It is amazing!

The Day is Dawning

The night is welcoming with its peace and silence. It is the best part of a day. There are no outside sources demanding my attention. My mind is clear and free to wander from this moment to the next or slip into a memory.

Memories can be difficult. They can bring a tear for yearning what was or a tear for what you wish you could forget.

Mostly the night’s darkness gives way to light your future. This is where my thoughts usually lay. Wondering how to get from here….to there.

Can I change my course? Does destiny wait for me to find my path? There are so many paths, why am I unsure which is the right path for me? If I make a mistake, if I choose wrong, can I turn around and backtrack? Why isn’t the way lit so I would know for sure? Why is there so much uncertainty in life?

I swore as a child that I would never again ask ‘why’. It is fruitless to ask. There are no answers to be heard. The only answer is within you, how you come to terms with whatever the situation is. It is what it is.

So as the night moments begin to disappear and the light of day just begin to filter in I know that the sounds of life will soon be heard. The silence will be broken as the birds chirp, softly in the distance at first, until others wake and join the chatter. Car engines will roar or a dog will bark, and the sound of a school bus making its stops all will assure me that another day is upon us.

I have survived another night and have been granted a new day. A new day with a clean slate. Mine to fill.

Happiness is...

Are you happy? Could you be happier? Is happiness with you everyday or does it slip in and out of your life? Can anyone be happy everyday or are they refusing to see reality and living in a fantasy world 24/7?

What about the tough times? A death of a loved one or the loss of career both can be devastating but were you able to see the rainbow through your tears?

When my sister, Joyce, died unexpectedly while pregnant I thought the world had stopped. I wanted the world to stop! Yet, when her husband said he picked out a pair of jeans for her to be buried in, my sister, Betty-Jo made the comment, "Oh good, she was dying to get into her jeans!" We all gasped and our eyes bugged out of our heads for about ten seconds; and then, we laughed and laughed. Tears streamed down our faces but we were laughing. Joyce would have thought that was funny, too...if she was beside us. She might have been the one who made the comment herself.

So, there is laughter even in death, its hides mostly, but it will resurface at odd times. Then one day, you will laugh again and not feel gulity to be happy.

I loved Joyce, she was my big sister and to me, she was perfect. She was sweet, kind and lovable. Its been twenty years but the tears flow at the thought of her. Strange isn't it? But that is how it goes.

Joyce brought me happiness and for that I am forever grateful and I smile.

I learned something from her death, I learned that I have to live and enjoy whatever I can before death knocks at my door. And, it will.

Happiness is.......more than a single aspect of life. It is...uh...how you perceive your world and how you pull yourself back together after life kicked you in the teeth.

Happiness is...laughter. It is fun. It is loving and joing others. It is...having a connection with those you love and knowing they are there for you during the worst of times. Happiness is sharing 'this' moment.

Check out this video clip about a research group of young men who agreed to be part of a study for the rest of their lives. These men are now in their 80's and what the study discovered about Happiness. What do you think?

A single man can break your heart. And, not even care.

A greater man is sure to arrive. He will hold you dear.

Though the tears

Hope is clear