Ok, so what comes next?

Entropy is a bitch. Make friends with it.



Don’t let anyone tell you that they know what happens after your bodily processes cease to function. No one really knows, but some who have “passed through the veil” and returned, have seen a glimpse.


Some see God, some see deceased relatives welcoming them to heaven. Then some see a dark place, a place of rest…oblivion. Those people’s stories are what I am interested in. Why is their experience with death so different than the souls that see God and heaven? I have a theory; the individuals that find that place of oblivion are at peace with death. They know that everyone and everything is subject to entropy.


Entropy, it is not just a destroyer but a recycler or sorts. Entropy is an “inevitable truth” of things. There is more to the story as you will see. Entropy works along the opposite line as well. Death, Destruction, the passage of time, an instrument of Entropy/Life, growth, development, reproduction, old age (if you are lucky) and Death that gives life to other beings. Trees grow up and take in the nutrients of their fallen ancestors. Yes the circle of Life is driven by Death and Death is driven by Life.


Humans are afraid of Death because of its seeming permanence. We spend so much time as a race running from Death, all the while knowing in our hearts no matter what religious or spiritual belief that we may hold dear to us…that Death will outpace us someday and we will submit to the final embrace. Religion is based on the fear of Death. The question is not how we should prepare for Death and the afterlife, but how are you living today?


Are you a decent human being? Do you try to help others when you can? Do you take care of your family? Do you show loyalty to your friends and loved ones? Friends that is all that we can do as people. Do the best you can every day and if you can make a difference in someone’s life. Be the superhero for the person that needs it. We are only here for a short time. Examine how you feel about Death. Don’t shy away, talk to Death. Make it your friend and hang out with it. Death isn’t to be feared any more than Life is.


Entropy is inevitable, make a peace treaty with it now while you still have a say in at least your part of the relationship. Maybe if you find the reasons you are afraid to die, then you might find a more compelling reason to live a full life.


Alone with the rocks

Alone with the rocks.

Sitting on the rocks at the end of his days, the only feeling left to him was abandonment.

His children had long ago left him behind. Believing their mothers lies about his life.

The time passed and hardened the old man into a rock, very much like the ones that he sat on now.

Rocks know nothing of pain and loss, or do they?

They have seen every kind of creature that this world could make and the rise of civilizations… their fall as well.

Reflecting on his life, he did feel like a stone, heavy, burdened and ready to sink into the Earth, to be received by the mother. To rest.

The feelings of what others think of him had long ago been overcome, the echoes of that song a mist.

What matter is it to a rock? Rocks have their brothers and sisters and the Earth mother for company.

I have not one person left that I can trust, to share or to talk to he thought.

It was then at his lowest point he realized that his presence is no longer needed here.

I have served my purpose here. Nothing left to do but to wait for the Earth to rotate into the lonely darkness.

As the shadows grow longer, I will wait here sitting alone with my friends the rocks.

They will tell me what I should do.



Lost in a sea of doubt. Unsure of my next move.

The world so fearful, so dangerous, so out of the groove.

The media pushes fear, rage and our hopes are dashed like waves crashing against the rocks.

Once protectors, now our seeming oppressors, a tool of the desperate state…the cops.

Safety is an illusion it has been said. It is just as true today as in the past.

We are only as safe as we can make ourselves, to no avail at times.

For the worst of us keep committing crimes. They care not for you, but what they can take.

Train and arm yourself, to keep your family and home safe.

Give up the fantasy my friends, safety is never guaranteed.

Learn to use the gun, the knife, they are tools that you will need.

Steel gray skies

Steel Gray skies.

Looking out the slim window a steel gray sky shows through.

Proof that the outside world is still present.

Green trees, falling leaves, the Northern Hemisphere stretches and yawns.

Awaiting the first snow to put asleep all the rich people’s lawns.

The hustle and bustle of the holday’s season, the stress and depression start anew.

For those who only wish for a meal, a warm place to sleep and some safety.

Warm and snug in our beds with lights and food and heat.

Once again he starts out cold and hungry on his endless beat.

Walking to stay warm, to keep his head up. Such a burden, holding the world on his shoulders.

All the while the rich in their keeps, doing cocaine, rocks sizes like boulders.

One more night, it’s all I can do.

To see that steel gray sky again in the morning, what a privilege to live even if it is one more day.

As the people walk by noticing not, the man with bent shoulders, who walked all night just to stay alive.


As the Earth warms a dignity arises anew, like the sun shining in a steel gray sky.

A time for everything

I have not written anything on this blog for almost a year. The reason? There is a time for everything, a season if you will to rest, to work, to have problems and find solutions. I stopped writing because of personal problems and a surgery that has taken a long time to heal from. I digress…

Not having anything to say, I simply stopped talking about anything going on with myself or sharing my opinions. The world has been a busy place since I wrote last and like you I have opinions about most of it. Wars, disasters and the general disregard for the public that our government has, has led me back here to share. I will have much to say in the coming days, not all of it will be very nice but it will at least be honest and straight from my heart.


What is really important

As one grows older and hopefully wiser in life, you start to find yourself thinking about what is important to you. To me it is the simple things, a love of a great wife, the comfort that two small dogs bring, the warmth of a home on a cold winter day. You know the things that we so often take for granted.

I have lost these things before and paid dearly for them in emotional costs, monitory costs, and the loss of my dignity and self-esteem. Over time all those things were recovered and surpassed. Even though at one time I gave up and almost lost everything including my life, somehow I was lucky and the circumstances that could have been dire, turned out well for me in the long run.

I have learned through hard experience that what is really important is not what you drive, where you live or where your kids go to school. The important things to me are the love of a good woman, a warm home and the pain and suffering that I have gone through in order to recognize that the simple things are important. In the end we take nothing with us, just as we came into this existence with nothing.

Take some time today and look at your life. Only you can ask and answer the question of what is really important to you. Keep it simple, keep it honest and look into that place that only you can go and you might find a different answer to your own question.

In this time of year when commercialism


is king, when advertising is so pervasive in all of the media outlets, when we are told to buy, buy, buy, stop for a minute and ask yourself what is really important. Is it things, or is it people. Only you can answer that question for yourself honestly.

This is not a test but only a passing thought from someone who has pondered the question many times and gained the knowledge of what matters to me most.


Find a new way

Over the years I have discovered many ways to do things, most of them wrong. However if you learn from mistakes then it was not a wasted experience. Just the opposite; the experience was worthwhile. If you apply this attitude to things that you may have done in the past, events or actions that you considered mistakes you might find that there was a lesson learned from the outcome.

Life if nothing else is a learning experience, arriving here comes with risk and no operating manual. We learn by making mistakes. Lots and lot of mistakes. If you are paying attention then you’ll tend to not make the same mistakes over and over. One of processes that help us with this is pain.

Physical pain, mental pain, emotional pain…PAIN! Hurt is not always a bad thing, suffering is oft one of the best teachers in life. When times are good do you learn as much about yourself or others as when times are not so good? I thought not and that is how it is supposed to work.

You have experiences you make a mistakes, you feel suffering, you learn. The lesson can be great or small and over a lifetime the changes in who you are become significant. If you avoid the pain through the use of drugs, alcohol, entertainment then you cheat yourself out of the lesson to be learned.

If one try’s to avoid the really big lessons in life and trust me on this…you will be presented with them again and again until you get it. Life is determined by your attitude and how well you have learned your lessons in life. No one is perfect and everyone gets the opportunity to write their own instruction manual, one suited to them.

The next time you feel pain remember it is an opportunity to create your personal operating system manual. Look at life with new eyes and find a new way of living.


Be well,



Post script,

After reading this again, I get to apply it to myself. The last several months I got myself wrapped up in an organization that I will not name. Suffice it to say, I joined with goodwill and intent only to find again that others of evil means only wish to control and extract money and energy from you.

Seeing how events were trending, it was time to leave. I have done so with my head held high and both sad that I did not do my due diligence before becoming involved, and proud of the strength that I have to walk away from a corrupt and evil organization.

Lesson learned….again. Moving on now with a lighter heart.