As one of my friends was charged

Webster defines terrorist as follows…
a person who uses terrorism in the pursuit of political aims.

synonyms:extremist, fanatic; 

revolutionary, radical,

insurgent, guerrilla,
anarchist, freedom fighter;…
A fighter for freedom?  A revolutionary? Radical anarchist….
My friend was tagging an abandoned building. Idiot. OK I get he should’ve been in trouble, but he was charged with terrorism. That is insane.
By definition, he is no terrorist.
Let me show you a list of freedom fighters, rebels and you decide if THEY were terrorists.

Isaac Newton
Galileo Galilei
Henry Ford
I’m a bit amused and frustrated.


Selfish, defensive DBAGS



“Why do you stay in prison when the door is wide open?”
— Jalal ad-Din Rumi, Persian poet and mystic

Depression is not real. It is something that exists in people’s minds. It can not be seen or touched or identified by sight or spirit in the real word. It’s all in people’s heads. Psychiatrists, in stereotypical attempts to make what they do look relevant, identify endless causes for depression, and for each cause there is an unnecessarily complex solution. My contention is that there is but one true cause, and it has to do with your centre.

I just feel sad. My career isn’t going well. My kids don’t talk to me. My dad was an alcoholic. I hate my job. Ihate my life. I’m fat. I’m ugly. I don’t have many friends. People don’t like me …  are the sort of typical comments that we hear from the depressed. Nowhere in there is there a mention of other people. It’s all about you.

As humans we get in this state of sadness over very real psychological issues and we think about them endlessly, feeding them and making them worse than they ever needed to be. This creates emotions and chemical reactions in the body that doctors diagnose as ‘depression’.

Doctors see depression as a chemical imbalance in the brain that causes negative thoughts, but this is not actually the case. There are chemical imbalances, yes, but they are caused by negative thoughts, not the other way around. Doctors will prescribe you medication to correct the chemical imbalances, thinking it will therefore correct your thoughts. What you actually need is to correct your thoughts, and you will in turn correct your chemical imbalances. Think positive and you will feel positive.

Why in poor countries are reported rates of depression significantly less than in western countries? We have everything, they have nothing. You’d think that somebody who doesn’t have food for their family would feel pretty fucking depressed, yet no, it’s the western businessman with everything who feels depressed. The superficial reasons could be many, but ultimately it comes down to one thing: the poor man doesn’t have the time to sit there thinking about himself. The poor man spends his time trying to feed himself and/or his family. This gives his daily life meaning, and it removes that infamous word ‘I‘ from his thoughts.

If you’re depressed my advice to you is to stop thinking about what you want, what you don’t have or what others have. Focus on something greater than yourself, be happy for what you have and what you are and cherish it. Remove the word ‘I’ from your vocabulary and you will find a happiness that you haven’t felt since you were a child.

Cherish the smallest moments that life offers, like sitting under a tree on a beautiful day, the breeze against your skin, with not a thought in the world. Remember that by focussing on yourself and your ‘depression’ you’re making life harder on you and on those who love you. They have to deal with your self-inflicted bullshit the same way you do. It’s not fair on you and it’s not fair on them, and at the end of it all, when you do snap yourself out of it and ‘suddenly’ feel better, the truth will come to light. And that truth?

Your depression was all in your head. It wasn’t real. You were never actually depressed. You were just being selfish. And if you refuse to admit that you were simply being selfish, then you still are.

Depressed or selfish?

Ever think?

Were you ever truly mine?
Or did I imagine you had my back?
Did you ever truly care?
Or were you putting on an act?
Why? what for? Does it please you to cause me pain?
It hurts me to know I’ve hurt you! Let alone enjoy it in fact.
Did you ever mean to tell me that you wanted me so much?
How about telling me that you needed me? Or that your lost without my touch?
I wonder if you ever dreamed you be here one day?
Did you think that you would hate me, and misinterpret every word I say?
Or roll your eyes when I make a peep, throw your hands on the air, tell me I’m weak?
Did you ever think you’d loathe me so much that my needed touch became a crutch?
I never thought you’d have this over me.
But you do, your love, I need to breathe

Make me smile!!

How does one rate in the world when He/She is told how worthless they are? They hear it enough, they become just that. If you want someone to be happy, or “act right” as is were, do you repeatedly tell them “I’d like you if you were happy but…” Imageor do you make them smile? I’d say if it were a stranger, you would make them smile! A familiar you tend to get sick of it and make them feel like crap undermining yourself and your very intentions! Why can we be so kind to strangers and hurtful to our loved ones?  IDK but it truly hurts the the ones you love to awful, and truly helps if your kind. Don’t give

Abundance (John 2:6)


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Read: Exodus 20:1 – 22:15

Standing nearby were six stone water jars, used for Jewish ceremonial washing. Each could hold twenty to thirty gallons. (John 2:6)

Relate: Jesus has this bad habit of overdoing it. OK, OK, since it is Jesus we’re talking about, and since He is the Son of God, perhaps we shouldn’t call the habit “bad”. Nothing He does is bad. It is just that, when He decides to bless… He overdoes it. Just think about when he decided to feed the five thousand. He didn’t just provide enough for everyone to have two hours devours each. He didn’t make sure there was just enough for each person to meet their two thousand calorie diet and that’s it. (By the way, I think a two thousand calorie diet is ridiculous. Two thousand calories is what I call breakfast.) He provided enough food so that every man (five…

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As a child I remember playing “house” a lot. I was always the Mom. I loved the idea of it. I am a mother of two by birth and full time step mom to three. I read recently something one of them said about me. She said “I never had a mom I could say ‘I wanna be like her one day'” Well my heart is shattered. I have a thousand excuses (valid) for why I failed them, but they don’t turn back time. I only wish that they would remember good times, how I was there for them, how I battled their dad on their behalf. What then do I say to my daughters who protect their Daddy at every turn (as I taught them was right!) and who throw Mamma from the train? I say “I’m human, I was 17 when I took on 3 little girls and had one of my own. I love you all more than I can express, and I didn’t totally suck. So remember the good, don’t have regret, and see my love for you.