"The Five of Swords card suggests that my power today
lies in the upper hand. I can outwit
or outlast and I choose my battles wisely. This puts me in a superior position.
I know when it's time to hold, fold, or walk away. I am a survivor and am not
easily defeated. I am empowered to gain the advantage by turnabout and my
virtue fair play."
This quote greeted me in my inbox this morning while
checking my e-mail. Somehow, at some
point in the past, I felt it germane to sign up for a daily reading of tarot
cards. I have no faith in this medium
for the prediction of what my life should be, but it is just one of many
messages I receive daily that are of a spiritual nature. I tend to keep a rather heterogeneous view on
the metaphysical. While I am a
pronounced believer in Jesus Christ as the God I am trying to understand, I
realize that there might be more to a belief in God than one might think. I liken my belief in the many as being
similar to an agnostic praying daily on the off chance he/she might just be
wrong. I struggle with life at times
(right now being one of those times) and usually report on my struggles at the
Twelve Step meeting I attend and fervently love.
Today, I am awash with feelings and ideas that have collided
into this mess of words you are reading.
I have several places on the internet where one might go to introduce themselves
into the world of an award winning writer of note (http://about.me/tlloydreilly) and be
regaled with both wit and wisdom. The amount, individually, of either wit or
wisdom is directly related to the spiritual condition I am currently either
enjoying, or woefully in lack of.
My journey in life has taken a decided turn away from
prosperity and into the realm of the impoverished. The term “Starving Artist” comes to mind altogether
too often for this scribes liking. Nothing
to fear though, I am resolute in my direction in life and will write for a
living until it either; pays a living wage, or, sends me to an early grave.
I write today in order to get something on a page and
distributed to the multiverse. Recently I
have spent more time attempting to sell my works of fiction than in creating
new tomes for the betterment of mankind.
I suffered a short bout with the dreaded “writers block” and have
refused to let me stop doing what I love the most. In order to get to a place where this post
was possible I did a search on the phenomena and found a pretty good article
about what depression could do to help with writers block. It was a reprint of an article from another
source and the author was none other than T. Lloyd Reilly. Actually it was on awebsite I had never heard
of and there was no reference to me. I
had wrote the piece for one of my blogs and paid it no real attention after
writing it. (http://tlloydreilly.hubpages.com/hub/whatdepressioncandoforawriter)
An initial thought that came to me was that I had been plagiarized
and HOW DARE THEY? Then I realized that, in a way, this was an
affirmation. Someone thought my writing
was worthy of larceny and worthy of sharing.
Hence, the writer of note mentioned earlier. I realize this is a cheap thrill but you take
what you can get. As I spoke of earlier,
life’s a 40 watt bulb in a 100 watt world right now.
Continuing on from the email and the revelation that someone
is dimwitted enough to believe that I have or ever had the “Upper Hand”, I
journeyed my way in the Cyberverse looking for either respite or revelation. It is a known fact that the internet is
morally and intellectually lacking ofany true value to the mankind in
general. Dispute this as you may, but
keep it out of my inbox or comment section, I am in no mood for either
discussion or debate
.
In the midst of my wanderings I found what I expected to
find:
In my email inbox - “Meet
me on sexbook”
Yea, this former and still currently certified school
teacher is really going to let a total stranger and probably twenty year old promiscuous
bimbo get me in the newspaper for immoral acts.
After all, sex as a senior citizen is at the mercy of the pharmaceutical
industry. Besides, those damn blue pills are expensive! If I do get lucky, I want it to be with
someone who is old enough to allow me to avoid having to register as a sex
offender.
How Barack Obama Made
His Fortune
I read this as I was filling out a form to renew my food
stamp benefits. Any questions?
“Poll: Americans Pick President Obama Over
Mitt Romney for Dinner Date”
The restaurants where these guys eat do not accept food
stamps.
“50
years after forming X-Men, Professor X dead”
Really? Didn’t they do that in the movie? How long are they going to let him be dead
this time?
Triple-Amputee
Veteran Receives 'Smart Home'
I stopped here. It told
me that everything was going to be okay.
It told me that everything is possible.
It gave me the proper boot in the ass to write this piece. Check it out:
Peace
