DARKNESS!!!

Darkness hovers over me, a terrible cloud, drawing on my weakness, making it even darker.

Saturday afternoon, I must mow my grass! Once I loved to cut grass, I could get away for awhile to another place. The fun no longer outweighs the retaliation from the invisible enemy, pollen, allergy crap, that'll ruin my week! Ol' Glen don't need no more crap to ruin his days! Living puts a terrible strain on an already weakened spirit at this time!

Well, I mow anyhow! I wanted too! I'm now relaxing in front of the big screen, you know, television, not really paying attention. Just relaxing, the kind of relaxing sometimes you get by doing nothing, just starring out the window seeing nothing, knowing nothing. I go there in the wintertime gazing out the window as snow falls gently.

After a warm shower, I'm one with my favorite chair. The allergy medicine has me loose baby!
Batman "The Dark Knight" is on the "bat tube", I've not had the pleasure. There was a lot of acclaim, rather money made on this film, so since I was nary moving a muscle, nor eye lid, I shall watch it! The moment had me transfixed, so I decided to be shocked and awed! This was a long movie, but since my butt was melted into the leather cushion, I did not have the energy to move, thanks to an accident. I was a captive audience. Time's irrelevant at this moment, it stands still, I must . . .  regenerate, for another day.

Once I was a huge fan of all movies. What changed? You can only take so many of the same old movies being remade, replayed . . . until, your brain ceases to exist! You're going through the motions of eating popcorn and watching special effects!

((("""Once again I'm alone, lost inside my mind, rambling!""")))

The sound's off, close captioning on. Too much noise, tends to ruin my day! With the close caption I can read, therefore understand, sometimes that's good, sometimes . . . bad!

((("""Is this post going anywhere?"   Probably not!""")))

Okay, the point be, my ass has grown deep . . into the cushy cushion, and I have no willpower to remove it! I'm in another world, where I never get to play!

I enjoyed this movie, however my mind's a goner! Escaping to a far away place that's so amazing!

Darkness is here today, more so than ever before! Darkness breeds darkness faster than rabid rabbits! Probably will be a movie coming soon to your local multiplex, about them rabbits!

Take away the special effects what's left? Damn if I know!

It's all about big budgets computerization. The degeneration of minds, I'm telling you!

SEEMS DARKNESS HAS TAKEN RESIDENCE RECENTLY! I'M CERTAINLY NOT A FAN OF DARKNESS! THAT'S PART OF LIFE THOUGH WE CAN'T IGNORE IT, BUT WE CAN WORK THROUGH IT! IN MY CASE WRITE THROUGH IT!

Please . . . Release Me!

My old Cub Cadet started on the first try, after sitting all winter. I never would a thought it! It did have a low tire, one should expect such a thing after five months, I suppose.

This mower be like me. Not pretty, shows scars of usage. Old! It ain't dead yet!

This line came to me as I sit down here at my computer, "please . . . release me."

I best back up and explain, so you'll understand. Allergies, aches and pains and some new pains from falling the other day, have taken a terrible toil on me!. Although I never let it get the best of me,
never missed any work, I'm not sure . . .  if that's smart, or stupid, most likely stubborn!

Once in a while uncontrollable factors, just seem to get the best of me. At this point the phrase "please . . .  release me," takes on true meaning!

The feeling of release me, rings loud and clear! Thoughts run through my head, that never do!

Please . . .  release me, I can't take, no more! Like the last "straw on a camel's back," it chooses to lie down, never, to rise again!"


We push, and push, until we find we're at a wall .

Please . . .  release me!

Life has done me in!

I wish to deteriorate, no more!

Finally, my mind has peace.

My body fails!

No longer, can the mind override!

The cruelness of living takes a new path.

Just when it seems I've something to live for!

Three strikes I'm out!

To the dugout, for evermore.

Once it seemed, so unthinkable!

Oh so! how I've longed, to be at peace!

Is it meant, to be so?

At this moment in time, I shall take whatever waits for an old soldier, "Please . . .  Release Me!

TIME

Good day to you, or rather, I hope you have a good day.

I'm going to close my eyes for a moment and see where my mind taketh me, ready or not, here I go.

I see sunshine blue skies "what a day for a daydream, what a day for a daydreaming boy!"

WHAT??  Enough of that, let me try again!

A question pops, whilst I be a tryin', to tune into a little somethin', somethin'.

"How long is eternity?"

Let me put on my thinkin' cap. That be a heap of time, yes sir that be! Longer than my lifetime. Huum, at this moment I feel like I been around since the beginning of time!

ETERNITY . . . time without beginning, or end, infinite time.

Time without beginning or end, kind a hard to digest that.

Everybody knows what time it is, that's why we have cellphones!

So we know what time to go to work, that's the beginning ya see!

So with that logic, we know when to get off work. There has been quite a few times I did not think my working day, would ever . . . end!

Oh my! What if some bad person, stopped the signals to our cellphones, and they could not show us what time it is!!! What would we do???

Wow! A longer work day! We would surely die!

Even worse than that we would miss our breaks!!!!!

INFINITE means having no time limits, or boundaries, or magnitude.

Good golly what the hell does that tell us?

What have we learned today boys and girls?

Eternity is a looong time!

WELL I CAN SAFELY SAY, GLENVIEW KNOWETH NO LIMITS, NOR, BOUNDARIES! I DON'T KNOW WHAT MAGNITUDE MEANS, BUT IT'S A REAL NICE WORD AND SEEMS IMPORTANT!

You know I've heard of latitude, longitude, attitude and just plain ol' dude! This magnitude has me discombobulated!

Wait a minute! I've heard earthquakes called a certain magnitude, meaning a way to measure, right? I'm still confused!

INFINITE means having no time limit, or boundaries, or magnitude.

I definitely have a time limit, my mind is shot for today. I have no boundaries as you can well see by my posts!

This magnitude thing has me perplexed.

                                                               MAGNITUDE

Greatness of size, volume or extent.

The importance or significance.

Great personal state.

I think I'll see if I have any thought for today as this post is going nowhere, has no size, of no importance, and has put me in a sad personal state!

So what have I learned today?

IF YOUR EYES ARE PUFFY, FEELING OFF BALENCE, YOUR WHOLE BODY FEELS LIKE SHIT, DON'T TRY TO WRITE A POST! SHOULA ATE A BANANA WITH A GLASS OF MILK AND WENT TO BED.

I LIKE THAT WORD MAGNITUDE!  

"AS WE SEARCH FOR GREATNESS, IMPORTANCE, MY MIND STAYS IN A SMALL STATE WITH NO MAGNITUDE!"

The Tears Of A Clown . . .

What comes along with springtime? Allergies . . . there back!!! It's bad enough that it's MONDAY! Add allergies and what do you get? Puffy eyes, sneezing, off balance. I forced myself through another Monday, this one was pure HELL!!! I hurt my wrist, my knee, my shin, my back and my pride. I got up walked it off, what else can I do? Added a few new pains into the mix, but carried on! My balance is not what it once was and sometimes I turn to fast especially on a day like today when the little level in me head is screwed up, oh well that's life!

My puffy eyes look like Bill Clinton's! Oh my!

Really funny though is I got through winter without busting my arse, and now ker-plunk!!! There's a saying "you have to roll with the punches." My body automatically turned enough so that my backside took the licking! I'm afraid of getting up after a night's rest will it be worse, probably!

Enough about my measly problems, how goes it in your neck of the woods or city or wherever? I been getting several hits from Ukraine, you need a laugh or two I'll do my best to make it happen!

Imagine, a bearded, white haired. fat man falling on his butt!
I admit, it did wake me up, and I did not notice my puffy eyes and runny nose for awhile, I had other things on my mind! You know I hate getting my shins skinned! Hurts don't it?

Just another day in Glen's neighborhood! Time to start mowing grass and it won't get any better. I should find me a young boy to mow my grass like I. What would be the going rate today for about an hours work? I can see them now riding my cub cadet texting and drinking a monster drink!

I don't think that would happen. Do kids today mow grass?

Well this is the next night as I sit at my computer. My body feels like I been in a car wreck! Instead of the car being all messed up, I AM!

I thought about posting a daily thought, something that was on my mind, a wandering thought that comes from out of nowhere. Yesterday could of been "That . . . hurt!"

I'm going to close my eyes and see if one thing comes to me. Please hold!

Please hold once more, I can't seem to get beyond pain! I'll try going deeper.
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The sentence "The tears of a clown," echoes.
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(1) Also, "if given the choice to redo my life over, the very same exactly, would I do it?"

(2) Or, "do my life over, but retain the learned lessons of life."

(1) No, I'm tired, I'm ready for what waits, beyond!

(2) Yes redo, to see if I could do better next time! I believe I could!


"I am but one simple man, I cannot do anything to impact the world. What I can do, is impact myself in a way that causes a tiny ripple in the mighty ocean"

I Wish To Hold Onto!

I had an idea on the tip of my head, most amazing thought I wish to hold onto. I did a few chores, the idea was gone. Damn . . . that's happened for the last time! I shall carry a small pad in my shirt pocket forevermore. I do have in the course of a day a few words or a sentence to which I could build on, but in the blink of a eye, it's gone. What seems enlightening at a very inopportune time, I wish to have a chance to examine at my leisure.

Some from out of nowhere penetrate my conscious for only a second or two. The feeling of that moment and the line evaporates as fast as it appears.

Have you ever witnessed a sight so brief, yet so compelling, you think, "I must recapture this for eternity!" Then you turn your head and it's lost. I hate these kind of momentary insights! Why see them if I cannot hold on to them? I do think maybe their possibly relayed into the great archives of our mind. At least I hope they will be there for retrieval later.
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I tire sometimes of the daily battle just to get through another day

I tire of speaking words to ones who can hear but do not enter beyond the ear canal

I tire of love ones uttering hurtful words, not meant . . . but said

I do not tire of youthful exuberance but an aging process that's an eternal battle

I tire of the daily spiel from everywhere

I tire of the unbearable boredom that sometimes invades my soul

I tire of one side of my upbringing that chanced destroying me

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I love spring

I love kittens and puppies

I love the feeling of love

I sometimes love life

I love dreams and imagination

I love a good read

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My favorite book Crime And Punishment

My favorite hobby, this

My favorite movie, too hard to choose, maybe old fashion comedies

My favorite day of the week, Sunday

My favorite subject in school, math

MY MOST DREADED SUBJECT IN SCHOOL . . . ENGLIAS. oops! ENGLISH

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My favorite saying, "I AM WHAT I AM, AND THAT'S ALL THAT I AM!"

"WHAT DON'T KILL YOU, WILL MAKE YOU STRONGER"

I do reckon I've wrote enough about nothing it may be best to retire my keyboard! What am I trying to prove? NOTHING . . . absolutely nothing! Its called FUN, a hobby that hurts no one, right? You may not agree with some of the things I write about, that's quite okay, don't want you too! I write whatever I feel like, when I feel like, ain't that a hoot!

To create something, where there was nothing, is somewhat magical, I think! I have so many ideas in the course of a day, they all fall by the wayside. I be in the real world a workin' for a living and my mind is paid for working, not using my imagination, although . . . my day at work would be much better if I just wondered away my hours, wouldn't put no food on the table, now would it?

I'm as happy as a pig in slop if I can produce one sentence that makes you laugh, think, question or just say to yourself that Glen fella is out of this world! I laugh at myself sometimes! To mingle together some letters, that gives us a word, a sentence, a paragraph, of meaning, and possibly do it in a way that's never been done, seems impossible, and it is!!!

Therefore one cannot attempt to travel new paths, they're none! Many of you have been around from the beginning and that warms my heart! You've seen me struggle with everything, and believe me I have struggled! I' now getting hits from  around this globe, I truly thank you! I do not question why? No sir! I just keep on being ME! A simple man from simple beginnings and still live that way! I'm too old to change! Why change now? I think back and the mistakes I've made have had a profound impact on me! That's the point right? There's an old saying "what don't kill you, will make you stronger!" Plain, simple, and so very true!

A thought just caressed my mind, what if I'm to bridge the older ways like when my parents and grandparents gave us, to the modern ways of today? Most intriguing and I do believe I've done that in many ways! I do have strong inner reasons to get across the inner thoughts it took the late great generations to just survive.

No, I absolutely do not wish to bring those times back! It's the bare bones state of living and the simplistic ways that made them strong, too survive. Hard times does not mean good times.

I can write at great length, about poor simple hard working people, that's my upbringing!

Along with that is the religion of their time, simple, pure! Much needed to see another day in a world too few today could negotiate!

Seems an appropriate time today to write a bit of inner faith. "To be true to ones-self" is the core of our self, it's our soul, our spirit.

I GIVE YOU ME, LIKE THE FIRST BLACK AND WHITE MOVIES. ARCHAIC BY THE COMPUTERIZED TRICKERY MOVIES OF TODAY. WE HAVE MOVIES SEVERAL STORIES TALL, IN 3-D TO TASTE THE LATEST AND GREATEST!

WE HAVE A DULLNESS INSIDE OUR SOULS THAT CANNOT BE CORRECTED! DO WE DEMAND MORE, OR DO THE ADVERTISING, MEGA, MILLIONAIRES, BILLIONAIRES AND SUCH KNOW  """IF IHEY GIVETH, THEN THEY WILL COME, AND PAY!"""

YOU SEE, THE LIFE IS NOT ABOUT FAMILIES ANYMORE! WE'RE SO FAR AWAY FROM KNOWING OUR HEARTS, OUR SOULS, WERE PRETTY NEAR DEAD INSIDE. WE HAVE NO FAITH, WE MAY THINK WE DO!

IS FAITH LISTENING TO THE SUNDAY MORNING SNAKE OIL SALESMAN ON TELEVISION, SELLING THEIR SPEW TO THE MASSES AT HOME WAITING FOR DONATIONS TO BE SENT, FOR THE HEALING CLOTHS AND ANNOINTED OILS?

FAITH MUST BE TRUE, COMING FROM DEEP INSIDE OUR HEARTS, DOESN'T MATTER WHOSE GOD IT IS! IF IT'S NOT FROM INSIDE YOUR SOUL IT MEANS NOTHING!

YOU GET ANY NUMBER OF PEOPLE TRUE OF SOUL, FROM A FEW TO THOUSANDS AND LET THEIR SPIRIT WORK MIRACLES!

700 Posts! UNBELIEVABLE

This is my 700 post! I thought I should write something special. If only I could! Then I thought I have given you a heap of insight of whom I be, and what is in, me head! Those of you that read my little foray into writing probably know me better than any other person, because I give you my thoughts, completely! This is not a staged reality show baby! This be me! A simple man who grew up simple, and is still simple!

I reckon, I'm on a self imposed quest to understand. To understand myself, would be great! to understand others, and the goings on around me in my little neck of the woods, let alone the world, is too fricking complicated for ol' Glen!

For about a week or so, I've been in a rather good mood ya know! Don't you just hate, when that happens? Been eating bananas, trail mix, a few 12 ounce sodas every day, I gots to have the caffeine, ya see! That be only 'bout 100 mgs but that gives an old man like me a jolt to keep me heart tuned like a fine $10.00 Drug Store watch! I do suppose it be like them paddle like thing-a-ma-bobs that them Doctors use to bring the dying patient back from yonder way, ya know like going into the tunnel of light, them crazy fools hit you with them energy electric doo-dad paddles!
They start on the low setting and keep a going until yer zapped back into your body! Damn! yee be feeling no pain and a walkin' like yee ain't never walked before! As yee be walkin' to that tunnel concentrating on that light, yee have a swagger like walk you ain't never had before!

Yee be thinkin' to yourself "strut, stop, accent them hips, move slowly, I feel good! I'mma headed to that light, gonna see fer meself what all that fuss be about when them crazy fools, have made it to the light, yes I am!"

You've read many a books about people seeing angelic beings, cities of gold! You wish to get you some of that!

Then . . .  you feel a bolt of lightning running through your body! "Damn must a been a storm a brewing in that tunnel!" Your being pulled back against your will.

You come to, and see the ugliest people you have ever seen, around you!

"You ain't no angels, Doctor you ain't God!? Whatcha matta with y'all? I was about to meet the big Guy, you know! Take me back to that other channel! Just when something comes on the big channel of life I really want to experience, a commercial comes on! I been in that same groundhog rewind thingy for over fifty years. I've paid my dues in cable fees, I want the city of gold and angels and a chance to meet, you know! I been sitting outside the waiting room all me life! You old Quack, bring me back so as you can feed me pills to keep me a going! Instead of living the good life, I can look forward to pollution, ugly people, bills, terrible movies, terrible television, whatcha matta with you Doc.?"

Docta says "I need the money for my malpractice insurance. I need money to send my children to college, I need, I need, I need . . . "

Ainna 'bout what we need is it? Be about everybody else!

WELL I RECKON I BE 'BOUT A LAUGH, A TINY SLIVER OF GETTING AWAY FOR A FEW MINUTES OF THE DAY, AND I AM GONNA KEEP ON DOING THAT FER . . . UNTIL THE BIG GUY CALLS MY NUMBER!!!!

RIGHT NOW IT'S THE END OF A LONG DAY, I'M GOING TO DO WHAT I DO BEST, I'M GOING TO GO TO SLEEP AND DREAM, THAT'S WHAT I DO BEST! FOR I'M TRULY A DREAMER, TOMORROW I'LL IMAGINE OF BETTER DAYS!!!   Goodnight until we meet again!

Complacent

It's late night for me, or early morning (6 am) for you, you see I work the graveyard shift and it really messes me up on weekends. I'll type a tad and see where my mind goes or not.

 I've taken me meds and a light rain is falling, the last two days has been beautiful spring weather, grass is greening up, trees are budding, early flowers are glowing, whew-wee my favorite time of the year! I never thought I'd make it through winter! Sure was a rough one, all we old people should go to warmer climates!

Could go to Florida but I expect there is getting overcrowded, maybe Arizona. I know maybe Mexico! Nah not from what I've heard of the lawless society down there!

If there lawless . . .  and we're civilized, hum . . . I gotta do some more thinkin' 'bout that!!!

What in the world can I talk about? I've had a word on my mind, nefarious, but I don't want to go there.

Where are you mind, when I need you most? I hate talking Politics! Hate 95% of television shows! Hate most movies, so I don't watch very many, can't stand the violence, language. So what do I do? Nuthin! Work and relax, dream a little, write a little, think a little. Once in awhile, my imagination whirls a little, like a helicopter! That takes all an old man's energy yes it does! I have to eat some trail mix and bananas to keep my energy up.

When I venture out, it's pure hell! My blood pressure goes up. my synapses short circuit. Yes they do!

I have worn myself out mentally, trying to do justice to the Sister Sarah post. I wish I never started it! It growled at me, once I started, to finish it, but it was extremely challenging! Maybe it was needed therapy. It feels incomplete, and I know not how, to finalize it! I tried to get my thoughts across, I'm not sure I did!

Hopefully it was something that laid dormant and now it's over.

I have plenty more I could say about religion, but I learned long ago people believe what they believe and that's not a place to go! That's opening a forbidden trunk, that seems best to stay closed! Some of the problem as I see it is, ones believe what they believe, because they have always believed it! Therefore it becomes an accepted fact that can't be disproven because all know it's fact.

I believe in the power of more than one. Where well intended come together in unity, they can make things happen. The power of the people has been undermined too long. It's our own fault I reckon, we've become too complacent!

We hope, we wish, we pray, ainna workin', is it?

Does anyone out there here on planet earth have the answer?

Damn I didn't want to get serious I wanna have some fun, me and you and the world, might as well make jokes of it all . . . because it is!

COMPLACENT, satisfied with the way things are. Unconcerned.

WOW!!! That's quite a word! I sure am not satisfied with many things in this here old world!

I wish I could feel unconcerned! I really do! There has to be a better way than what we experience even in our own tiny day to day existence!

At my age I live about a small existence as there is! I get upset at the stupidity of the everyday world I come into contact with!

I'm as stupid as the world I make for myself! Really after most of a lifetime I just want a small spot to relax and call my own! I reckon that be my home and here!   Goodnight

Sister Sarah Contines (Part 2)

The first part of this story was posted on 3/17 of this year, also please read "Spirits" on  4/6 to completely get the most out of this story. If you've not read them please go back and do so, because if I can do justice to this the second part, I've already done the summary I wish to end this story with. You need to sense the first part to truly grasp where I wish to take you, the post "Spirits comes into play. That post was not planned but I felt was needed before the final chapter. PLEASE! understand this is not one of my joking post. This story seems like it happened only yesterday and will always  bear permanent scars. The only difference is I've had half a century of thoughts in understanding, to guide me! Now I now write for closure. I intend to exorcize myself of that day!

Prayer for an individual was common practice back in the time of my grandma and grandpa. Prayer was the root of their religion. Especially on Sunday, they'd visit the sick and elderly and pray for them. Little did a young boy of 12 have any idea this Sunday was to be one that still echoes in his mind, more than 50 years later!

When my sister died in 1958 and some very life altering events happened a few years earlier my dad changed. Meaning he held a job, quit drinking, stayed away from taverns, found God. We would travel many hours to see Evangelists, one who now has a University in his name. We went to his meetings several times, filling small arenas. My dad whatever he did, went all the way. After a few years he became an Assistant Pastor in a small former one room schoolhouse. At this point in our family's life it was good. Everyone called him Brother Buddy.

One Sunday afternoon in late spring, a friend of my grandma's was at her house after going to Sunday morning service at  their church, she ask them to pray for her. My father and I was also there, he decided to help in prayer. I have been around prayer meetings countless times, only this time, my father told me to go outside as he locked the door behind me. It was a warm day and they closed all the open windows. I done what I was told, sitting outside reading a book. I tire of reading and realized what seemed to be a long time, so I walked home. Everybody walked back then, it was maybe a half mile but back then there was nothing to worry about. I was well beyond my 12 years of age had my own paper route and had walked this route probably a hundred times.

My grandpa had a reel to reel recorder, he liked taping church services to listen to later on Sunday afternoons. He turned the recorder on and taped the three praying for Sister Sarah.
All I can say is this prayer service took an unexpected turn, or did they have an idea what might happen? I hope I can do justice to what was on that reel to reel. But first a point or two must be made.

At one of the countless Evangelist venues from arenas to gigantic tent meetings in the summer a record was purchased and on this record was "Casting out of a demon," I heard this record many times and it would make the hairs on the back of my head stand up, we believed it to be true. You must remember everywhere our parents went we children must go. No refusal, that's the way it was back then. So as a lad of 12 I had experienced probably a lifetime of church services, sometimes every night for a week during revivals. It could not be healthy for a forming mind, but that's the way it was.

So when grandpa played that tape after church one day for the minister and his wife, I was not as shocked as you might expect, but this Exorcism of Sister Sarah at my grandparents house with my father. This was not a 33 rpm record bought at a traveling Evangelist's revival! I heard that tape several more times. I suppose my grandfather was proud of it, most certainly never considered any damage that could be done to a child! Hey that's the world the way it was back then. I could watch Gunsmoke killing the bad guys at my mothers parents, listen to a demon being cast out at my father's parents. Which do you think a young man would choose? There was no choice to be made. I went where I was taken, seen and heard that would scare the wits out of most people!

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I thought I could make this short but there's no way without the most basic understanding of the people, and times back then, impossible, it simply cannot be done! My whole story rest on my ability to get you to see, and hear a minuscule part of what I witnessed from about the age of eight through many more years to come. I must tell this story!

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BELIEVING IS ONE THING, HEARING IS ANOTHER, KNOWING THE HEARTS OF THE THREE KEY PEOPLE THAT RAN INTO AN EXORCISM OF SISTER SARAH IS ANOTHER. I HAD THE REST OF THEIR LIFE'S TO FURTHER ADD TO THE VALIDITY OF THEIR ACTIONS. UNFORTUNATELY THERE WAS ONE WEAK LINK OF THE THREE THAT ADDS, MORE DEPTH TO THIS STORY!

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                                            Prayer Turns Into An EXORCISM!

Sister Sarah was short and round as all grandmothers seem to be. She wore her hair on top of her head as all church goers in the Pentecost faith did. Betty my grandmother would take her to church with them. Back then you invited people and if they did not have a way to go you took them. My grandmother seemed to be as close to Sarah as anyone. So Sarah rode to church with my grandpa and grandma, several times when I was with them. I knew very little about Sarah only seeing her at my grandma's and church. I knew I never felt comfortable with her, she was quiet, strange and had beady little eyes. For what ever reason my grandma accepted her like she did everybody, but Sarah was different.

Sarah only went to church with my grandmother, I think my grandmother knew all along Sarah was a special case. Sarah never took part in the church such as singing, prayer, and such. She sat quietly next to my grandmother.

I heard bits and pieces of talk about Sarah as a kid but never understood until "that day!"

For some unexplainable reason, as I now think back to those days, my grandmother knew! Knew that Sarah was beyond regular prayer. Her upbringing like my grandpa's was extremely rural, with hard times, but it goes beyond intelligence here. Backwoodsey folks have intuition and an earthly manner, coming from places that we modern folks cannot comprehend. They had their own language in identifying . . . all sorts of strange happenings that we don't, or won't consider!

The moment seemed right on that Sunday afternoon, so Sarah asked to be prayed for, there's my extremely devoted to religion grandmother, grandfather and my father. I was asked to go outside and the windows were closed the doors locked!

Forget about all the Hollywood scenes, this was raw dialogue, with guttural animal sounds coming from a fifty year old grandmother.

Starts with three people praying the normal way, "Lord Please help this soul to be healed!" Basic prayer.

Along with prayer there is the laying on of hands. Most have seen and heard of this. Usually touching the head, asking God "to please heal the afflicted!"

As the prayer session turns into a frenzied pace, more in depth, more, more, more, the ones praying for Sarah feel the need to give all they have, too offer, to her! The spirit comes up from deep inside them, more is needed to heal Sarah!

How much time has gone by I cannot remember! For it's the intensity of normal prayers magnified many times by the power their feeling, and the resistance from Sarah and what lies within her!.

I learned later that Sarah began to shake, where she was quiet and withdrawn, as the three Christ warriors unleash, all they have to give!

"Jesus . . .  help this poor soul, to be free! What's afflicting this soul must go away!!!  Intensity still increasing, no sounds from Sarah, but shakes violently!

Then words from Sarah was not her voice, animal moaning, never heard by me in my lifetime!

"Nooo, she's mine, she's mine! You can't have here, she's mine!!!"  

How do I describe the voice coming from Sarah? Take an animal in pain, an angry pit bull, add enough human voice to make it recognizable, that's as close as I can describe it!!! However the intensity the anger, keeps rising during the praying for Sarah! This has become a battle of good, verses evil in ways unimaginable!

I cannot describe to you her eyes, nor did I hear talk of her eyes but I can imagine them, can't you???

The exchange of people praying for Sarah continues with such language as

"In the name of God we demand you to leave this woman!!!"

"The demon within Sarah fights back "noo, she's mine!!!"

The battle continues with the small, caring God worshippers impose all their might along with "in the name of Jesus we cast you out Devil!"

This kind of dialogue repeats itself over and over, intensity of the emotions fighting both ways!

The Demon says, "I'll get you" as the pain of suffering of a wild animal grows more so!

You can hear on the tape the three wearing out but persist until the end!

The Demon kept saying, "I'll get you, I'll get you, I'll get you" and then silence from Sarah!

This is how it ended. You can tell by the strained voices the three were shot, worn out body, mind and soul!

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THESE THREE WERE FIGHTING THE REAL THING, BY THEIR UNDERSTANDING! THAT IN ITSELF TOOK COURAGE BEYOND BELIEF!

IS THERE STRANGE UNEXPLAINABLE HAPPENINGS IN LIFE AND RELIGION? YES!!!

THERE'S STRANGE UNEXPLAINABLE HAPPENINGS ALL AROUND US!

WE TRY TO BLOCK IT OUT, WE CANNOT DWELL UPON IT! WHY? WE'D ALL BE NUTS!

THERE IS GOOD AND THERE IS BAD! DOES IT COME FROM GOD AND THE DEVIL?

THAT'S YOUR DECISION TO MAKE!

I DID NOT KNOW, THAT THERE ARE SO MANY DISORDERS, AND THEM HEAD DOCTORS KEEP ON FINDING MORE!

I'M NO HEAD DOCTOR, I DON'T KNOW ONE IOTA ABOUT DISORDERS, NOR ALL THE OTHER DUAL PERSONALITIES AND SUCH. I DO REMEMBER WATCHING A MOVE TITLED SYBIL ABOUT A WOMAN THAT HAD MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES LIVING WITHIN HER.

WHAT I PERSONALLY KNOW FOR CERTAINTY AFTER LIVING WELL OVER HALF A CENTURY, WE BECOME WHAT WE THINK WE ARE, AND IF WE DWELL ON OUR INSECURITIES AND OUR INNER SELF-INFLICTED, I THINK I AM, WE BECOME WHAT WE THINK WE ARE!

PEOPLE ARE SO VARIED IN THEIR MINDS, THEIR THINKING, THEIR BELIEFS, FROM INNER RETARDATION AND UPBRINGING! LET'S ADD TO THAT THE MODERN WONDER DRUGS TO CURE ALL, YET CURE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!

I'M MORE WORRIED ABOUT TODAY'S DISORDERS AND ALL THE MIND ALTERING DRUGS BEING PRESCRIBED BY OUR UNLEARNED, DEVIL BOUGHT DOCTORS!

My childlike ways tell me what was then, was true, three fine people and one mixed up poor slightly retarded woman, who believed she was possessed for reasons I have no way of knowing. I do think that she is not at fault with being poor and a product of her environment that most likely added to her problems.

As intelligence is on the rise, OR is it?

WE ARE BEING POSSESSED EVERY FUCKING DAY BY OUR ENVIRONMENT. THE SAD FACT WE DON'T EVEN KNOW IT!

THE MASS MEDIAS, OF ALL KINDS, THE POLITICAL CORRUPTION AND DISINFORMATION TRAIN BLOWS SO MUCH SMOKE WE'RE ALL BASICALLY BRAIN DEAD!

ALL THE DAILY REPLAYED BAD NEWS THAT CONTINUES FOR WEEKS AND MONTHS NEVER STOPS! WHY THERE'S ALWAYS A NEW ONE!

THE SCHOOL SHOOTINGS, DEATH DESTRUCTION. GORE, MAYHEM, IS BEING EMBEDDED SO DEEPLY IN MINDS, THAT CANNOT THINK FOR THEMSELVES! IT'S SO SAD!

WE'RE BEING DRUGGED, BRAINWASHED, CONTROLLED, BY ???

REALLY DOESN'T MATTER DOES IT? WE'RE DEAD MEN, WOMEN, CHILDREN WALKING! LED BY THE RATS TO WHERE?????

I COULD GO ON BUT SEEMS I'VE RUN OUT OF ROOM!

I HAD TO WRITE THIS STORY AND HOPE I HAVE GOT MY POINT ACROSS! WE MUST THINK FOR OURSELVES, NOT BE LED AROUND LIKE A 2,000 POND BULL BY A NOSE RING AND A SMALL ROPE.

THE CURE WOULD BE LIKE THE BULL REALIZING, THAT'S JUST A TINY PIECE OF METAL, SO I LOSE PART OF MY NOSE, THEN I'LL BE FREE . . . YOU FINISH . . . AND YES I AGREE!

A Draggin'!

I just bet you've been a thinkin'? Is that man for real? I be about as real as one can get!

What do I like to do? Nothing! I can just relax after a hard day, get me a cold glass of milk, when I say cold I best explain. I always have me a glass in the freeze, so it be plum cold as ice, I put me skim milk in it and enjoy like a fine wine! Pretty simple huh? Yep, that be me! I take my milk to my lazy boy recliner! My dog is in the chair before my derriere hits the cushion. He sits on my lap and we ease the lazy boy back and we relax. Relaxing is not hard if your old arse is a draggin' from a workin'! That's the easy part of my relaxation technique, if your arse is a draggin', just sitting still and  unwinding for an hour or so and petting my dog Jack is, is, is, freaking beautiful man! Don't need no downers for me, just a sittin' is wonderful for an old man's aching deteriorating body!

Now ya gots to understand the main point of me technique, is your arse has to be a draggin'! That means super tired from that damn workin' shite!

Tonight I was supposin' to get off at a certain time, old Glen was a countin' down them last few frickin' minutes till gettin' off work time, especially on Friday! Yes I was! I had worked harder than an old man shoulda hafta!

What you need to know abut me is, I be slow gettin' up and me body is several time zone behind, like it's sayin', your freakin' kiddin' me! Your gonna do what, go to work, ya haven't had enough rest you old fool! Well, I go anyway, something about eatin' and paying the bills to have a roof over me head, I've gotten use to, ya know! I take a handful of ibuprofen, drink a sodie pop, eat some trail mix and hit the road! I get there and say to myself, "you crazy old man!" Yep I agree!

After a couple hours of loosenin' up, me body by workin', I start to come around, another handful of ibuprofen, another sodie pop, and old Pop, STARTS TO POPPING. I'M LOOSE, AND READY TO ROCK AND ROLL!  Trouble be, is I get a going and forget I'm an old man, ya, see!

I get that Caveman fight or flight adrenalin thing going and once you start me up, I become a fool, yes I do! Thing is I like to push myself, I get a sweat going and tell myself, "you can still do it, you old fool!"

Back to earlier in this post, I'm looking forward to getting off at my normal time.   (By the way is there any such thing, as "normal?) I sure don't know what normal is!

Me Boss comes up and asked, "can you work over until a certain job is done?" Done went and took all the wind outta me sails!" Like a dumb ass I said "yes."   

Tonight when I got home, my old arse was a draggin', more so than normal!

I had to take my right hand  to hold the back of my britches up to keep my ass off the pavement!   (((hahaha!))) 

As I write this true story before bedtime, I gonna take my nighttime medicine and sleep till time to go to work next week, dream like the dream machine I am, and do it all over again next week!   WHY?   Because I still can do it!  Think of the other alternative! I may hurt, but gosh darn it, I just love the feel of them little adrenalin critters when I'mma hitting on what few cylinders I have left! Once upon a time I was a strong and mighty V/8. Now although I may be only a 4 cylinder, but damn . . . when I get a going, I feel like a mighty Lion. When I get home and relaxing I'mma a kitty cat, a purring in me lazy boy chair and it does feel so good until . . . I have to get up and then, I realize I'm an old man!!!!!!

Survival

I never know what mood is going to come across until I sit down at my desk. No really! My mood of the day is not always reflected, when I sit down and enter Glen's Land! As my fingers do the walking a sentence or a paragraph happens and then, I say then, possibly nothing! Yep! I know, your thinkin, "Glen has nuthin" to say???"   "Shite happens!" as me Buddy Forrest Gump said.

I live in a relatively small world, I have found out I must! I'm not an extrovert, quite the opposite.  Introvert is the opposite, yeah! yeah! give that man a cigar! ( No, no, no please don't I don't smoke, never did!) Now I've never turned down a sodie-pop, you know a Coca-Cola.

I think it is extremely possible that somewhere inside my cranium the need for survival manifest itself and the desire to write come about. I can explain it no other way, especially since I've never had the urge nor, never typed, did not have a computer. That mystifies me totally!

I'm certainly not an introvert here, shite, I can let the inner Glen come out, and sometimes I think, you fool!!!!!!!!

It doesn't matter here, not in the least. I write for the pure fun of it, AND am just now getting going! Oh my! Whatever happens from here on out is my friend Timster's fault! ("Sorry Buddy!")

We need an escape in this old world of Pac-man a tryin' to gobble us up, don't we? I'm showing my age but I have a feeling anyone that reads Glenview is older.

We must understand our personal boundaries, to survive! Believe me when I say to you I have worked a lifetime and still struggle!

What is so hard to survive in the world of dummies? No, I'm not talking about intelligence.

Manners, common sense, people skills, I could go on and on! Add your own thoughts to my list. Let's wipe the slate clean . . . until tomorrow! Peace is hard to come by, peace and quiet, or peace of mind!

I do suppose it is so easy to turn to, alcohol, drugs, whether, legal, or illegal, to try . . . and block the harshness of one's problems. Trouble is . . . the problems always come back, many fold, am I right?
I use to have a way of escaping, found it at an early age. I went to the Movie Theater every Saturday and Sunday afternoon as a young-in. I immersed myself so completely for a few hours, I had the strength to go another week. There was no place to be alone in our small house. My bicycle, my paper route money allowed me survival by delving myself into the big screen. In addition I read books, many books about famous people and their adventures, become my adventures. I'm sure some of you won't understand, but I dare say a lot of you know exactly where I'm coming from!

Don't feel the least bit sorry for young Glen. He learned to adapt and is still a learnin'! The reason I'm doing this blog-thing-a-ma-jig is adapting.

Intelligent design, evolution, I think both. We must be intelligent enough to evolve!!!

We create problems inside our mind. We must evolve beyond them!

I believe in the power of people, real people like you and I!

We must take the leap of faith and believe in our self! That ain't easy and you know it!

For too long we've believed in the easiest way to go! Listening to them highly educated ones. Folks they have gotten us into the insurmountable problems we live in!

I know what I must do to survive, how much longer, well we'll see, and if you want me to be around and write Glenview until my last breath, I'll be there, to comfort myself and you, because we are the real people of the world and you can take that to the bank!

Shite is there any money in these here banks today? The Federal Reserve prints money like it grows on trees! I think trees and cotton!

One thing you can always count on here, is a laugh, and me!     GOODNIGHT MY FRIEND . . . Glen.

The Marquee Still Burns Bright!

I have been getting several hits from Europe and Russia I say thank you, thank you very much! Actually thanks to anyone that may stumble across my humble site. I'm a simple man in a world of electronic gizmos I know absolutely nothing about! I was born way over a half century ago. If we wished to play we went outside and to the schoolyard. Neighborhood pals would come up with something to do, requiring physical activity. I know nothing of all this gaming and gizmos and don't wanna. I be old fashion and ainna, looking to change now. Ijust wanna write a little keeping me old brain active! Hope you don't mind I have plenty to say So once again THANKS TO ONE AND ALL. I ESPECIALLY LIKE TO SEE HITS FROM SOME OF MY OLDER POSTS! SO GO CRAZY ON 'EM AND JOIN MY CLUB!!!!!

I can just hear the kids of today thinking "what did you do for fun?"

I would say to them "imagination, outside, we had the whole world to explore, by riding our bicycles and being children!"

Movies in a real old time movie house was a thrill in itself, ah the smells, the size, the magical feel of the round staircase on both sides of my hometown theater. Cost more to go upstairs and look down into the screen, it was worth it. The bathrooms the size of a small house, to a young lad. One movie, one theater, one adventure on the screen that you could immerse yourself into in ways that cannot compare today! The first movie I escaped into was "20,000 Leagues Under The Sea."

The size of today's television screens does not hold a candle to what I witnessed at the age of twelve.

Sadly as I write this post talk of tearing this 100 year old theater. It's outlived it's usefulness. The giant marquee that has shown the titles to one hell of a lot of movies all the way back to silent films. Just try to imagine that! You cannot! I watched a silent movie within  the last week on the T. C. M. channel The Keystone Cops, I laughed along to this film in this modern world of special effects. Seems to me the special effects and computerization of movies have taken the magic away. I once loved movies and television, but now despise what they've become! The originality and fun is gone. Well to me anyway!

Today my imagination such as the forum you're reading right now and the movies in my dreams is my theater.

We've become junkies of we can't get enough in today's world. We have it all at our fingertips yet we have nothing. Is all the new learning tools we give our children and grand children made them smarter, more well rounded?

We cannot go backwards and I don't wish to. Is the olden days as good as we remember them to be? Probably not! However I remember reading my first book, watching my first television program, my first, movie, my first in a lot of things.

What I wish for is the valuable lessons to be learned, cherished, loved. Just ain't to be in the hurry up and wait world, anymore. Like the old movie house that has outlived it's usefulness, the marquee still lights up as it once did, a beautiful old charming bit of nostalgia that's to be torn down, for what?

I be like that old movie house' soon to be downed by lack of usefulness, replaced by ??????

Temporary Agencies, Sanitariums, Government, And Disorders!

Whew-wee! I was plum sillier than usual yesterday, I reckon fumes and such can have such an effect!

How you doing? I'm doing real good! I love it when I'm feeling right good! I hate it when I'm feeling left bad! A little funny there. I know, ya got to think out of the box with me!

World news, pretty much the same shite! Same as yesterday, today and tomorrow! It don't change does it?

What else do you want me to talk about? I'll sum it up short and sweet.

Speaking of sweets, I have the hankering for a Reese's peanut butter cup, yes I do, so I reckon I'll drink a glass of skim milk, to kick away that baad thought.

I can't even remember what happened at work today, so it must of went well. Speaking of work I actually like work! You already know I be plum nuts, so that shows you how nuts I be.

Speaking of nuts, I love trail mix nuts with chocolate, The kind I've been eating have very little salt. I'm hooked on them. Yes I is!

Seems I have nothing earth shattering to say, so I'll ramble for awhile and see if I can lasso something of importance to write about.

Ah, ah, ah, I'd rather be silly from fumes than think of nothing!

This is embarrassing folks!

I do like work, it be them freaky people I must come into contact with. You think I'm a few eggs short of a dozen, you should be around some I work with!

I know I've talked about these temporary workers before. If their temporary, I wonder if I had me one of them zap-em ray guns, or disappearing temporary beam them back to where's ever they originate from. They be from a planet far, far, away. Yikes! I think I'll start paying them temporary agency places to not send them! Here I thought I had a few problems! Sheesh! I think they be test subjects for them big Pharmaceutical companies! That has to be it, send them already screwed up, with something or the other disorders, already on free trial drugs, give them more new improved drugs to mix with the old tried and true drugs and send them out through these temporary agencies to fuck up the last remaining un-fucked up ones that are left to do the work! Yeah that explains it very nicely, I'd reckon!

And here I did not think I would be able to accomplish anything in this post! I be on a roll now!

Since I be on screwed up people, how many disorders are they? I never knew of all these disorders when I was a growing up. We just called them "nuts!" That seemed to cover all these modern disorders nicely. If Aunt Lucy started acting strange by barking like a dog, we'd send her to the state ran loony house. They called them Sanitariums! I read some history about Sanitariums in my home state one time. They use to build these massive stone dwellings near special mineral water underground springs or something or the other kind o places.

I be a tryin' to fuck with your brain a wee bit. Mine is, so I wanna help you to find my place, ya see.

No I be serious folks. They thought that special mineral water would cure all! The state government shut down these kind of Sanitariums or as my family called them "Nuthouses."  Sent these nuts into halfway houses, but I think it was planned. All these disorders starting coming from out of nowhere, then all these new wonder drugs, fix all them nuts up starting appearing and prescribed to all them nuts and now they're called disorders, mentally challenged or something or the other.

Um-huh I think the Government, the Pharmaceutical's, and all the Fraud Freudian nin -ca-poops got together and created them disorders, or test subjects as I like to call them and released them from the half-way houses into the Temporary Agencies and now we the last of the Not Nuts, have to work with the nuttier that fruit cake ones!  

I MUST BE ONE OF THE LAST OF THE ORIGINALS AND I AIN'T GOING TO GIVE UP WITHOUT A FIGHT! THEY AINNA, GONNA, GET MY MIND WITHOUT SOME REALLY GOOD SHITE!!!!

I feel asleep and my nutcase inner spirits typed thus for me goodnight and remember to always take your medicines. The Drug Manufactures are to big to fail!!!!!

You Make The Call!

Wooza! I'm about as relaxed as one can be and still standin'. Actualli I be a sitting down! Damn good thing, I feel good, without any meds or marijuana or anything elsa! What be my problem? Sheesh I wish I knowda, I'd dood it everyday!!!

I 'll retrace my steps and see what the hell maka me feea so goody. Pleease stay with me as I ride this momentarily high out, I love it! Yes I do anda I'mma gonna leave all me miss spellings in, I feel so good!

Got up a wee bit late for work. That kept me from fretting about work, causin', I wassa fretting 'bout gettin' to work on time. I did, I was in no hurry being as it was a Monday, anda you know how I hate Mondays! Well I do! Why? Because they come after Sunday and I resta on Sunday, Yep I doa nothin'! I do nothin' cause I can! Took me awhile to get a going. Yes It did! I took me some Advil for me arthritis and down a sodie pop I need the caffeine buzz, even though it's a mere fraction of what them youngins drink, a mere 35 mgs, but I doa need it! Yes I do! I pittled around for a couple hours doing various needed things that needed doing before we started production up. I took me a break and read the daily paper. Worked a couple hours running production. Took lunch. Drove the truck and made a delivery so far so good pretty normal. Oh! now I remember on the way back the work truck started acting up. I could not get it up to speed on the interstate and I smelled a strange odor. I think it was coming from the exhaust system and that's why it was running rough. I finally got the truck up to interstate sped and had the window down because of the strange smell. It was a hot like odor combined with I believe diesel fumes. I come to the realization later it was a major exhaust leak. I told my boss, "It give me a headache and I have a strange taste in my mouth."

My job be baad enough workin' with numskulls, now I hafta drive a sicko truck! No compassion for me I go back to work and finish my shift. I did feel better than usual gettin' off work. I go to Wally World, cause I needed a couple things. Normal shite going on there, seen a few aliens and they were a workin' there! I got some trail mix you know peanuts and chocolate, and a sodie pop. Ah, ha! I betcha them aliens put something in me trail mx, some out f this world, unknown to us earthlings special nuts! You know like cocie-colie did in the formative years to get us sodie junkies hooked on Coca-Cola. You not heard of that? Yep supposedly there was a teenie-weenie bit of cocaine, yep! Ya reckon that's why they calld it cocie-colie? Yep it sure was the real thing back them! The hell with marijaua in cupie cakies! I wanna me a some of that old time cocie-colie!!! You know I just thought of somethin'. How about a cupie cakie with marijuana and a cokie-colie with the real thing! Yippee-I a!..

Am I drunk, stoned or full of fumes from my truck, you make the call? Oh, oh, oh, I just membeed somethin'. I took my nightly meds about an hour ago anda they usually screw with my mind, ya know! So I have all thse things going on right now. I be full of fumes, full of meds, full of funny trail mix, caffeine and full of shite! Man oh man though, I sure enuff would lika to trya one of them old fashion cocaine-colas!     IS THIS ONE OF MY DREAMS OR IS THIS ME? YOU MAKE THE CALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   goodnight from Glen View   

Plain ol' Me!

As I was writing one of my post a few words sent sparklers off in my mind, These words "PLAIN OL' ME." I find those word most interesting. Those words just seems to fit me, Why? I'm plain and simple, am old, feeling older every day, I'm no one, other than me!

I have no wish of writing hard facts and proving those gnarly words as truth. There is a following for that's not me. In my life I've grown tired of every, Tom, Dick and Harry giving their facts as "the truth."

I have read hundreds, maybe thousands of comments about everything under the sun on this, the people's media. I love it! But when comments go beyond respectable debating just to harass or make fun of someone's opinions, it becomes a mighty turn off to me!

WE are people of all cultures reading the everyday thoughts, opinions. That in itself is so amazing to some one like me who is in the last chapter of living. This format seems so impossible even though I'm using it.

I cringe when a responder to a post or a comment being made about a post takes an ugly turn at belittling others comments, just to be cruel. That takes this medium down! If you don't like a blog find another for your liking, or better still does the belittler, have a blog?

I wish to give plain ol' me to you. This is a hobby I enjoy in old age, I have been around, heard and seen a few things in my lifetime. If I could I would write every post as humor. Dag-nap-it every day ain't fun and games, is it? I truly wish it were!

I GIVE TO YOU, ALL I HAVE TO GIVE, "PLAIN OL' ME!"   GOODNIGHT ONE AND ALL.  

SPIRITS

Per usual I have nothing prepared to write about. This is Sunday and I should sermonize you with a little somethin' somethin'. I never know what path my mind will take, that my friends is the fun part! We have received so much rain this week, water is standing in my back yard. As I write it is 30 degrees, if it would hold that temperature I could go ice skating!

Me old back is bothering me quite a bit. Ya know, old age shite and hard work plus injuries, sometimes feels like gears are a grinding in my lower back. Lower discs are shot. Just cannot do that young man stuff like I use to! I'm not complaining, just trying to get my mind started. Usually when I write it's at the end of a long day. My sleeping patterns are unusual on the weekends. Right at this moment I just got up and am searching for balance of body, mind, and soul.

Balance is so very important. Why? Well for one thing you would be falling on your arse all the time! That's one of the many reasons I have a bad lower back from falling on my arse from ice storms we get every winter. I'm sure glad it's springtime although at 30 degrees and me sitting here with my favorite blanket over my body, sure don't seem so!

I'm trying to finish the story "Exorcism of Sister Sarah," I have the summary with my thoughts in detail. Damn! I just can't seem to do the justice required to get the story across properly through the eyes of a 12 year old boy. I will keep plodding along though.

I do think my typing is improving, a little at a time. My goal is to practice by writing something every day, it's hard to do! I get a high when I can come over to the computer and away I go! Spirits in me head say to me, "get the hell out of the way, we're taking over!" I'm so tired and mentally dazed from the daily trials and tribulation of just getting through another day, (((You know what I'm a saying don't you?)))

An idea just hit me as my dim witted, or lite, bulb turned on!

                                                                    SPIRITS

Spirit, what does that mean?

When I say The spirits have taken over my mind, that is jokingly meant! I take it as fun way to state that side of me. I prefer that side over the other sides of me. There is a good side of me, serious side, bad side dwelling inside. We are the compilation of all.

Everyday factors since childhood play their roles. But what if over a lifetime an individual gets stuck, in this case stuck in the, dark, bad, negative cavern, slipping deeper and deeper, they may obsess with it to the point that they believe it so much, it controls them!

So if you believe in God, then you believe in the Devil! Of course there can be no other way!!!

What if a child has been tormented verbally with Religious values to such extremes they get the idea in their head, way beyond normal, such as the movie  Carrie!

Ah you say, "But Carrie was only a movie!" Well yeah! However most people in your lifetime will run across so many varying degrees of people, different cultures. I ask you to view my story from a poor, married woman who had three children in a backward type of environment whose own children all show a certain degree of mental retardation. Not bad people but if their upbringing even slightly mirrors their mothers upbringing then we have a woman with a spirit, a dark spirit that needs releasing. Now one day she ask to be prayed for and the spirit inside of her is unleashed!!!!               .

Once, I Believed!

How y'all doing, wherever yee hang your hat in this big ol' world?

I had me a real good night at work, yes I did! Sure would like to have them every night, sure would! (I know I repeated me-self but what is good enough to say once is good enough to say twice, yes, yes, yes!

We've had a temporary worker at work for several days now, and she does work . . .  temporarily, when she's not talking! Lordy, Lordy, Lordy!!!! She told me she was "bipolar." I wish to send her to either one of them polar regions, or put her inside a freezer! Sheesh . . . Listen to her and you'll know her life story! I've told her countless times "I'm hard of hearing." Her mouth never missed a syllable! I don't think she heard a word I said!

Why is it that all these people that are out of order, with all these disorders, make me out of order! I hope you got that last sentence, because I'm not going to reread it, seemed fine while I was typing it so I'll leave it at that.

I think I'll read some headline news to see if anything sticks in my head, be right back OR not, we'll have to see!   This be Glen Bob Disorder, hopefully I'll be back. I'mma feeling out of order, hope I don't fall to sleep!

This is now the next night, I got up and drank me, a glass of water and told myself  "since  I can't think of anything to talk about I may as well go to bed!" I lay me head down and as soon as my head hit my pillow, shazam . . . three words hit me upside the head, "ONCE I BELIEVED."

Well now I ainna, gonna, get my big arse out of this nice cozy bed, too late! I repeat in my mind  hoping to not forget, guess what, come on, help me here? It was on my mind as soon as I woke up, so I wrote it down. Okay I'll get to my point! I've had 24 hours for my inner brain to do something with it. I hope it is going to help me out "cause old Glenno, needs all the helpo, he can get!

Once . . . I believed in the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus

Once  . . . I believed in the Pot of Gold at the end of the Rainbow

Once . . . I believed all adults were good

Once . . . I believed if I was good I would not go to hell

Once . . . I believed there was a Boogie Man waiting outside to scare children

Once . . . I believed in Doctors

Once . . . I believed in all Authority Figures

Once upon a time I believed in child like ways

Now that I'm oh so much older and reaching the end of a lifetime, I know conclusively that imagination, love, laughter, family, puppy dogs, butterflies, rainbows, make me feel, so damn good, sculpting me, into whatever I be.

DREAMS, IMAGINATION, MAKETH ME . . . ME!

BEING ABLE TO COME TO YOU, TO BE, PLAIN OL' ME

IS SO SPECIAL, I WOULD NEVER BELIEVED IT, COULD BE!

But Seriously Folks!!!

Prime the pump was meant to just let me get started on yesterday's post by writing anything to get my writing going. Lord have mercy, just shows you how sometimes I get a going. That's what's so fun for me, to make a post like I was talking to you, up close and personal!

Spring has sprung here in my neck of the woods. By springing I mean rain, rain, rain! I was wakened by a thunderboomer, that rattled my house, scared the shite out of me, and took away my electricity. Man that sucks having no electricity. It's hard to even brush your teeth, I never knew I looked in the mirror while brushing my teeth! I couldn't even brush them properly, also it's scary taking a shower in the dark. It can be done, but sheesh, sure seems strange! I bought some supplies back in the winter because we was having so many snows, I fear them ice storms that weigh so heavily on the electric lines! I couldn't find my supplies, I reckon being the smart numskull I am I put them up so I'd know where they were! Outsmarted myself on that one!

I go to work . . .  damn it!  Shows you how dumb I am. I should called in and told them, "my electricity is out I can't see to drive in!" (Think about that silly but kind of funny!) "What do you expect here on Glenview? My writers are on strike!) Thing is though, if I got the right person answering the phone, I could of got by with it!!!

Enough of the ignorance, let me write something serios (that's kind of funny serios, oh I was suppose to be getting serios! I cannot, I be not in the mood tonight sorry!

Work sucked! Had to work, you know! That right there seemed to take all the fun out of it!!!

It was time for me to go, and when it's time for me to go, I go!!! I snookered myself by not getting the hell out of there real quick like. A machine starts up unexpected like, and I said to me-self "I'll catch the product while everybody is leaving and cleaning up the scrap off the last run. Someone will be here to take my place in a few minutes, it's not going to kill me!" Trouble is . . . no one come over to take my place!!!    I had to work over an hour and you know how an old man feels about overtime, no way! I GUARANTEE YOU I WON'T DO THAT AGAIN!

Seriosly folks "how was your day?" We've had so much rain that my chickens are swimming in my yard like ducks! My favorite one swam by me going "quack, quack, quack" threw me off big time!

Seriosly, if I could only be serios I might could make some sense, nah! Ain't no fun in that!

BOY THAT WAS FUN IS THE COMPUTER STILL ON!!!!!!   GOODNIGHT!!!

Let Me Prime The Pump!

Have you heard that phrase before? Yell I'm sure some of you have. In the old, old, days when you used a hand pump, sometimes you would have to pour a little water down the pump to get the water to come up and get going.. By the way seems to me in the summer time the water coming up from one of them hand pumps was colder and much better than any of the city water!

Many years ago my mother's old electric pump and storage tank was acting up. I went to the basement and put air in the tank because sometimes pumps would get what's called water logged! You would have to put air in the tank so the pump would not run all the time and it would kick off ay certain intervals. Well this old pump wasn't pumping so I tell her "I'm gonna try priming this thing." She asked "do you know what you're doing?" I told her "no! but you have no water now, so I don't see how I'm going to hurt anything! "We go next door and get a couple gallons of water. I uncap the water line from the ground and put as much water in the line as it would hold, presto in no time the water was a flowing!   WELL YOU KNOW YOU LEARN  FEW THINGS BY LIVING, DON'T YA?

I read an interesting article in the newspaper today. Hard to believe that right? Talking abut how sales of soda producers keep going down.

Well hell yeah! Not that many years ago people never drank water from a plastic bottle. They drank their well water and city supplied water. 

These two main players in the sodie market were afraid their gonna lose out in the bottled water money. They started their own water in the bottle and charge a dollar in the soda machines. Now if they are a making a heap o money in the soda industry, and sell them two liters of sodie for a little over a dollar in most supermarkets. I thought to myself about this, I said "who in their right fricking mind is gonna pay one dollar for a bottle of water in a soda machine?"

What I'm trying to say IS, if they be makin' lots o money off a few cents of syrup and a few other ingredients, then how much money do you think they're gonna make off plain ol' water!

Do you think their using all glacier water? I don't think so!!! I see 24 packs of water in sales circulars real cheap, it's just water in a plastic bottle!

I buy water from the city I live in for about twenty five dollars a month, I'm talking around 10,000 gallons. Once again do you honestly think when your buying water in plastic bottles that it's coming from underground springs and pure glacier water?

HELL YEAH, THE PRODUCERS OF SODA IS LOOSING SALES BECAUSE THERES SO MUCH OTHER DRINKS TO CHOOSE FROM. THEY DON'T HAVE THE MARKETS TO THEM SELVES NOW. RIGHT OR WRONG THE PUBLIC HAVE BEEN GIVEN OTHER CHOICES! AS FOR THIS OLD FART, I STILL LIKE MY SODIE POP AND DRINK MY WATER FROM THE KITCHEN FAUCET. IF I GONNA DIE, I GONNA DIE FROM THE REGULAR WAY I BEEN DRINKING ALL MY LIFE, NOT FROM AN OVERLOAD OF CAFFEINATED HEART ATTACKS IN A CAN LIKE THESE MODERN DRINKS! I SURE WOULD LIKE TO TRY THE OLD TRUE COCA-COLA DRINKS AND THAT COCAINE, I'VE HEARD THAT THEY PUT IN THEM IN THE BEGINNING. MAN O MAN THIS OLD FART'S ACHES AND PAINS WOULD BE GONE WOULDN'T THEY?   YAA-HOO!

Doctor Tough Love

CAUTION THIS POST CONTAINS COMMENTS THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR ANYONE. (I wrote this the other day and reread it and changed some things. Two different days of me in this one post may scare some of you off, BUT if you've visited here before please strike the warning from your mind!)
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It's Monday and I thought I'll recap the week. Well I cannot remember what I had for lunch let alone recap the week. Seems as though weeks turns into months, them months turn into a year and so on and so forth. SAME-O, same-o, ya know! Sure you do. Something out of the ordinary must happen to remember. Seems nothing out of the ordinary comes my way. I work, I get pissed of at the dummies that are everywhere especially ay work. MAN! You can't get away from dummies, no where~~~~~! I get up in the morning and look in the mirror and guess what's staring back at me with the meanest, ugliest, dumb look? Can't get away from dummies no where~~~~~! Try just looking at the newspaper what do you see? Dummies! Turn on the television to get away from the realities of the world and what do you see? Dummies! They take any dummy that will appear as a dummy and give them a reality show, am I right? Hell yes I'm right! One of these days I'm going to have a reality show, umm, huh! Yes, I am! Whenever they run out of people doing reality shows they're a gonna, come a callin' on the only one left who has not  done, a reality show. That be me! See they be savin' the best for last. After they have completely destroyed every one on the planets mind, they'll need old Glen to reprogram them. ONLY I won't do it!

Oopsey, am I comin' across a bit tough? Hell yes what we need is tough love! Does anybody out there know what tough love is?

It be like when your momma gonna spank yer ass, and she says, "it hurts me more than it does you!"

You get a few smacky poos on the buttocks, it ain't the smacks that are makin' you cry. It be the fact that "your momma actually did it!" It hurt yer poor wittle feelings, but ya remember that don't you?

You wouldn't a learned nothin' if your momma would a ignored you and done nothin'!

You become parents and you have flashbacks at what your momma went and done to you, you remember everything and understand completely. That be "tough love baby!"

You ainna hearing that from child Psychiatrist Doctor Doweenkie, yee be hearing than from a man that has been around fer a spell and knows about tough love and all that stuff ya know! Just call me Doctor Tough Love,   "WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS NOW IS "TOUGH LOVE!"
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Real Reality Sucks!!! Sheesh any fool that thinks these reality shows be reality, should be stuck in a corner blowing duck calls for the rest of their life!

I seen an advertisement just today for a new reality show, they advertise as "the best reality show since the Osbournes." What??? I watched that show once, I did learn how to cuss like a drunken sailor! I'm so proud to say that I can use the F-word, in every sentence when I choose to, Thank you Ozzie! They taught their kids to do the same, you know! I do think they've added some lustre to the F-word with a slight British accent. Just seems more propa!

This new reality show is Crisley knows best or something like that. I can't wait to see all his children using that word! Seems to top old Ozzie they best use it A LOT!

I DO NOT U-N-D-E-R-S-T-A-N-D . . . HOW OR WHY THE PUBLIC CAN WATCH THESE,THESE, THESE, IMBECILIC SHOWS! (I be so pissed off I don't even know of imbecilic is even a word, don't care! It gets my point across!)

P-L-E-A-S-E, GIVE ME, SOMETHING TO CHALLENGE MY BRAIN, AND LEARN SOMETHING.

MURDER, MAYHEM, SELLS, I SUPPOSE? THAT'S JUST ON THE EVENING NEWS!

"Hey Clem Bob, did you see, where just up the street old Ray Earls' house was shot up real bad? A good thing he wasn't home! The fools, that did this was so stupid they didn't know he wasn't home. I'd hate to be the suckers that did it! He'll go kill him all, that'll be on the evenin' news I reckon in a few days. Don't take long even for Ray Earl to figure it out, after all they were so stupid they left a calling card we did it, yup we did!"

SORRY BUT MY MIND, DO TAKE A DIFFERENT PATH SOMETIMES!

ITILL LIKE A GOOD STORYLINE, WHERE HAVE ALL THE GOOD ONES GONE?

THERE'S SO MANY CRIME SCENE AND MORGUE SCENES, SHOWING BODIES THAT I FORGET, WHAT I'M WATCHING!

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I ASK MY MISSY. "IS THAT A DOCUMENTARY FOR MORTICIANS, JUST WHAT ER WE A WATCHIN ON THE DISNEY CHANNEL!"

"NO YOU OLD FOOL! THAT'S THE HIGHEST RATED SHOW ON TELEVISION! THEY'RE TRYING TO MAKE THE DEATH AND DESTRUCTION SCENES LOOK LIKE REALITY!"

"LORD HAVE MERCY!" I SAY. "TURN THAT STUFF OFF AND GO TO ANIMAL PLANET, I BEEN A WORKIN' ALL DAY WITH ONES THAT ARE A SUCKIN' THE LIFE OUT OF ME! I DON'T WANT TO SEE SUCH PUKING, FRICKING, SCENES!"

SHE CHANGED CHANNELS JUST IN TIME TO SEE A LION BREAK THE NECK OF BAMBI!!!  

"TURN IT OFF!" I HOLLER! I HAD NIGHTMARES FER A WEEK ABOUT MY PUSSY CAT EATING MY YORKIE!!! YES I DID!