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Life vs the holiday’s


oldtypewriter-2.jpgThis past Thanksgiving, I was struggling to write, blog or write something, that came to mind? But, the struggles of life, took a turn to the memories of Thanksgiving’s past with loving family, whom I left behind two years ago.

As, the keyboard strokes came alive, I tempted to write my latest entry to something, I started writing many moon’s ago in this daily life. “To blog and write tirelessly,” was to make the story come alive in a variety of genre’s that my readers and subscribers can enjoy.

Selfishly, with the bores of life’s troubles, it all came together as they clashed upon one another. It’s the power of one’s genuine nature to implore ‘the righteous words of wisdom, when it comes to writing on a daily basis.”

jumping out from water salmon  on river backgroundWith recent passing of my Mother, earlier this Fall, life in general has been a struggle. I can’t imagine not writing on a daily basis as my personal life implores the demands of life – it run’s more like a fishing trip down Oregon’s Snake River near Bend, Oregon with an old high school buddy who practices his trick’s of the trade, as a treasured and veteran fisherman along the Snake River.

“It’s competitive at least to say,” harmony to the sounds of Jazz music and rhythm’s of classical Blue’s music, makes the mind work in creative ways to create the story of the day to be written and read for all at the end of the day.

mt-st-helens-6052981b3aa9440e “To bear the beans of life,” as a cousin once said, “you’ve, literally been to hell and back in those two years,” he recently said, during one of our our online chats with one another.

The gesture is literally true, that, I’ve been to “hell and back,” in the nearly two years since, leaving my beloved home for a more venture life away from home. The transition only been “a strange one” to say, as if you were just deployed to your “Freshman” year in college and it became a massive volcanic eruption in it’s own way.

Life was never a dual moment, it’s mostly an adventure, an adventure one has never taken, since his boyhood days, while walking the in the woods with Pine trees and towering Douglas Fir trees along the beaten path. t

The trending isles of life begin to merge as a story in its own ways, as one was never told or written into the stardate logs of the Captain’s daily journal has he travels the vast voyages of space and the universe.

This holiday season, I’m eager to make the best of it, but it won’t be the same without the Christmas morning texts or phone calls from my late mother, who has since passed away and left her family behind to the merits of life. My only wish is that life is gentle to me in my fight with Cancer and that I survive a long and happy life in the years to come – the battle wages onward and the fight is not yet over until the final battle is waged into victory.

“Theatrically, the final chapter is yet to be written,” a fellow writer once said in one of my college writing classes.

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Review: “Manifest”


mv5bmmy4njrmzdmtymzjos00owi2ltlmmjktyjg3n2finzg4ota1xkeyxkfqcgdeqxvynjmxnzcwoti-_v1_If you’ve been watching the new NBC Drama Series “Manifest,” you’re not alone. The show reminds me of the cancelled ABC Series, “LOST,” which ran for several seasons on ABC for six years, until “Jack and Locke,” parted ways when the series ended.

For some reason, this new series created by Showrunner and Writer Jeff Rake, gives me the inside feel of watching “LOST,” all over again, but, in different realities under the premise of “LOST.”

The scenario’s are almost in similarity, but, the feel is even stranger than fiction. Showrunner Jeff Rakes gives you the inside feel, as if your watching “LOST,” under a whole new perspective in television viewing.

I have a strong feeling, that NBC has a winning series at their door front and a stable ship with an agenda for series survival in future episodes to come. Ideally, it’s still to early to tell if the series is running on “fail-safe” mode for the time being?

As I mentioned before the series concept brings a strong new vision to NBC’s drama series base, something the network hasn’t had in many years with since the birth of “Chicago Fire,” the their trilogy of series in “Chicago Med” and “Chicago P.D.”

I’m usually a fan of the ABC Newtork Series shows, in my younger years while growing up watching television, I used to feed my appetite of drama series within the three big networks, from ABC, NBC and CBS – nowadays, there’s a host networks to choose from and more – something that has changed the viewing pleasures of those that watch network shows across the board and more.

In closing, NBC has a fair game and a great new series to tell, its long to survive well in the ratings as long as fans of the show keep its head above the water and more from here on out. Only time will tell if it stays afloat in those choppy network waters and more.

Shockwave – The void


writing-desk-santiago-chileIt’s intimidating enough, the void’s of life have changed the name of the game.

Every since, my Mom passed away, those void’s haven’t been holding up well, even though, it has hit my father hard as his life has been completely changed by the recent events of my Mother’s passing of the torch to the lights of heaven and its holy grace at the gates.

Life for us both has been saturated and bestowed in agony and loneliness, as we live on opposite sides of the country.

With dreams now shattered to shreds, not knowing what life would’ve been like, if my Mother hadn’t passed away and I had the loving chance of seeing her personally over the upcoming holiday’s, after being away from home for nearly two-years. She would’ve been thrilled, as, if I were just returning home from deployment in the Military.

The change of time, space and fading memories came sooner, than, one had ever thought possible in life. “There’s sense,” some day – “life will bring us back as one, as we leave this world for the new life elsewhere in the heaven’s,” as my Dad would say in our daily conversations with one another. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like in the “holy spirit of paradise.” Something, I’ve yet to understand?

I’m neither mad at life, nor, am I mad at God or the heaven’s. “It’s a way of life, as we live our lives here on Earth, has God created and gave us in his beloved Son Jesus,” the bible says.

“It’s, all that matter’s in life,” as I continue to process and understand the ways of life as I grow older away from home. I feel bolder, than, feeling grumpy with sadness and sorrow, while life has changed into a new chapter – which still needs to be written into the books of life. “A bumpy road,” yes, which yet to be seen without the fortune-telling of events, yet to be seen in the future years to come.

It’s been years, since, I’ve read the Bible and the creation’s of life in which God created for us all. I’ve dealt with loved one’s who have passed on in the past, but non of them has hit me as hard as My Mother’s recent death. As I said earlier, I feel “bold and calm,” as my Mother passed away, but life’s changes will be harder to muster as my Dad and I deal with the loss of a dear love and spiritual person in our lives for many years.

The memories of my Mother still flash across my eyes, as I go on with life here on Earth, as she lives free of pain and suffering from the heaven’s and beyond.

It seem’s like this is “Chapter Two – the new beginning?”.

Shockwave – Sadness never stops


blogpix3.jpgAs I continue my “Shockwave Series,” while dealing with the passing of my Mother almost two week ago from last Sunday. I’ve stumbled away from work at my regular job, as, I continue to evaluate and process the ordeal of losing a beloved family member, whom, I’ve been entirely close too for many years – fifty-three years to be exact from childhood to adulthood.

I routinely sit at my desk on a daily basis, as I write and work on resurrecting some old writing projects that have been put on hold over the past few weeks, few months to a few years, all while, I look at picture from Christmas 2012 of my late Mother, which is a background on my computer screen of my laptop.

The harsh realities of life are so unreal that, I often think it’s only a dream? I’ve yet to wake up to see, if it is the real deal or not, obviously, it’s the real moniker of life!

The sadness of grief, the solid liquids of steel, as the seasonal likes of Fall start’s to settle into the Midwest, life isn’t yet taken for granted. But, lives in amazement with daring puzzles to be solved with the revealing likes of Sherlock Holmes, Thomas Sullivan Magnum or novelist turned private detective, Richard Castle, well all looking to find the answers to one of life’s most daring puzzles.

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Life runs like a spring rushing from the famed Colorado or Snake River’s, it’s refreshing to hear familiar sounds of water rushing down the paths of the empty canyon’s, creek and rivers. Many have never seen in these famed canyon’s in their lifetimes – the high canyon’s dwell rich history of ancestry of America’s pastime, since the last great battle of General Custer and his men at Little Big Horn, Montana in 1876.

Forever in the hearts of those that loved and cherished the friendship, comfort and companionship of my Mother, life is still deluged with mysteries of the unknown, rather it’s on Earth or in Heaven, the truth is to be told that the memories live forever in the hearts of those that were touched forever, perhaps, that’s the truth, “the mystified truth of life.”

The sadness and sorrow never stops, but the healing of faith is just starting with a new beginning in store for life.

Shockwave – the day after


heaven-newearthI’m trying to cast some light of what all has transpired since, my Mother passed away early yesterday morning.

The surreal of shock in a way, I’ve probably felt, once before, when my late-grandfather passed away in the early 1990’s? – “the spiritual jolt of life.”

As for yesterday, things seem to not have hit me like it did, when my grandfather passed? I keep asking myself, “why?” How could it be possible not to receive the same magnitude of spiritual or paranormal power, the body has once experienced in the past, while the passing of another family member who died some years earlier?

Perhaps, this was a different magnitude of strength – spiritually? Nor was it something less powerful, than, that of my grandfather? Life is bitterly strange at least to say.

Perhaps – its reality? The reality of one’s mindset, the energy and strength between family members and more? Only God would know the answer to that very same question?

It’s an answer, I could not possibly explain while on a wimpy state of mind, all while the pie bakes in the oven of forsaken thought!

“A shock, a magnitude,” the harsh realities of life becomes increasingly insane with “the questions of why.”  “Why me, why now? Why couldn’t be someone else” – but, not those of my immediate family?

I hate to see my Dad going alone of the agony of not having my Mom around the house and the dog’s not having their favorite best friend, to snuggle and cherish their voice to the commands they’re used to hearing during their daily lives as man and women’s best friend.

It saddens me to be away from home, while dealing with my own battles with life and with Cancer. Hoping, that one day – I would be cancer free, not just in the presence of heaven, but on this Earth, the very planet, we dwell and live our lives among God’s universe.

It’s hard to imagine this all took place, a solid couple of days, before the 17th anniversary of September 11th, 2001. A day where the world watched in horror, the tragic events of the World Trade Center attacks in New York and Washington, D.C., at the Pentagon that killed dozen’s of innocent civilians.

I just realized, as I started writing this blog article, the date of infamy was closer – all while forgetting, it was still September.

Somehow, I know for the benevolence of my own mind, she’s in a better place, where pain is free and life is cherished as she would’ve wanted in life here.

Her life here was overwhelmed with the joy’s of being with family and friends, that were close to her, as I grew up in my childhood and adult years of life.

I know, she would’ve wanted to stay around longer to watch my cousin’s kids grow up into smart and decent kids, as well into their adult years, and myself to one day marry and have kids of mine own and to see her grandkids for the dear life she wanted before she even thought about life after death.

These would’ve been her dream. The dream, she always wanted in life.

It makes me wonder how she can see the impossible dream from a far? I guess it comes with the territory of life of watching a loved one cherish into life as they pass on spiritually, if not impossible? How is it possible from heaven?

“…, God’s magical ways of eternal life, from a far…,” go figures!