TRUTH VS. LIES: Is it Biblical? Excerpt from: https://dreamweaverdiaries.blogspot.com/

 Since the fall of lucifer and his minions, they have done nothing but lie cheat and steal from us. We have been pawns in his chess game against Jesus. To the occult, science is a religion.  That is their god. 

It is highly recommended that you do your own research. If it is Biblically supported, you can assure it is true. If it is not, pray over it to limit the enemy's ability to deceive you. 

1 Peter 5:8 - Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.

A CONVERSATION WITH A DEMON

(July 20, 2009)

Human: When was the earth made? There is no clear answer anywhere except in the Bible that says it was null and avoid and the estimated age is approx. 12,000 years +/-; day one of creation to Adam; Adam to Noah; Noah to Jesus; Jesus to modern day. A day is a thousand years: 6 "days" of creation is 6,000 years. Adam/Noah/Jesus to today = 6,000 years which gives you 12,000! Simple, no? 

Demon: Ok - let me clear a few things up for you. First of all, the earth was already here, including several thousand of its species for a little over 4.5 to 5 thousand years before you got here. Secondly, the version of human you have come to know is not the first version. You are version 'five'.  There were four other versions before you. There was pre-historic man, 4 versions of him. Then there was current man, biblical human, version 5.

Human: The Bible says your kind, angels, existed before us, our kind, are appropriately referred to as "son of the ground or red earth".  A Soul from God, placed in a body made of earthly elements or "clay". 

Demon: Biblical human, appropriately called, A.D.A.M. which is actually an acronym, not a single person's name. it stands for A.tom-based "D".eoxyribo"n"ucleic "A"cidic M.echanism. (Phew) I know. A mouthful. But you can thank the original panel of bio-physicists for that one; aka, me, myself and I. And of course the Chief Engineer who imagined the design in the first place; again, me.

Human:  Impossible. You're a "created" being. Not a "Creator". Unlike GOD, you can't create from "nothing". You need something already in existence to reproduce or copy.  Like Eve. God created Adam first, then created Eve from scratch, from existing elements.  Eve was not "born" she was "created." Hence, no belly-buttons, she's younger than he is and her complexion and characteristics were different.  Their bodies were intricately designed for their full purpose. Every cell in their bodies had a useful purpose. No "junk" DNA; no unused portions or anything. Adam = Y: Eve = X. Clean. Simple. Sensible.

Demon:  Here's another tib bit. Adam, the male species, was already pretty populated about the earth's surface in the beginning. Approximately forty to fifty years had passed before the creation of a mate suitable for reproduction. Then there was E.V.E. Eve was not technically a woman in sense that you know it today. EVE is, yes-an Acronym that's short for E.volutionary V.ersional E.xtension; the improved, sentient reproductive version of the ADAM.

Human: But we are more than just "numbers" and "organic material". We have minds. Pure energy, with the ability to "choose". Like you.  We were fearfully and wonderfully made in the image of GOD. With a mind, body and spirit. We are not just machines with code from dirt.

Demon: Sorry folks, you're like no,  that's not true, but that's because, guess what? I programmed you with the ability of rational thought and logic based understanding. This is one of the many functions we share with you. The ones before you did not have that gift. Cool, isn't it. Now. For some more basic things that we need to clear up. Life. What's the point? There is no point. That's the point. It is a gift. Given from us -- to you -- enjoy. That's it. Ok. Didn't think that would make you happy so here goes.

You now have an opportunity "experience". You did not have that before. You were all only elements of energy prior to the matter-based material existence as you know it. You now have the opportunity to ""experience"" the ""concept"".  

Human: Live the idea...bring a dream into reality.

Demon:  It's like watching a football game. You watch the athletes and follow the game from the side line and say wow, 'I wish I could play - I wonder what that's like.'  Well guess what? Hike. You now have the ball. Now do something with it. That's life. That's existence.

Human: The Bible says we were created out of love; not an experiment.  The Bible says we were created for His purpose and fulfilment. Not our own. Your answer clearly says ,"it's all about me" when God said, it's all about His Kingdom.  Every creation of His has point; purpose and grows under His Will. We started as servant managers; then servant leaders; we were to be fruitful, fill His earth with light, love, appreciation. God is our Heavenly Father; He is our Relative. We can relate to Him. Love and be loved. This is Relationship.

Demon: ok. ok. Not fair right; to just throw you in the game with no playbook, no coach, no training. Got it covered. Life has a playbook. I am the coach and everyday you live and breathe IS training. See? Simple, isn't it. So are most things in the world. Let's take immortality for example. Only energy is infinite. 

Human: (no response. shaking head in tolerance. the demon does not care.)

Demon: All other elements of material make up are finite. Therefore, you were never an immortal species; nor is any other being or creature on this planet. I mean come on. There are over 17.4 septillion of you. (a huge ""duh"" of silence) ... and only ONE planet! 

Demon: (insulting) Come on people, there's no way that all of you can share the earth at once. There's only 7.4 billion of you here now and you're already all piled up on top of each other--not using the natural resources and intelligence you were BORN WITH to take care of what you currently have! In other words, you have to share. Yes, my fair, spoiled, spoiled children, share!! You have to share the resources. From our perspective and you're not going to like this, you are all children! Your entire span of life-spoiled rotten.

Human: (angry) In the perfect plan of God, all living creatures have reproductive guidelines and instructions on how to correctly steward the earth's resources.  The Bible makes it extremely clear, without sin, the union of a man and woman to reproduce, raise their children to also be productive, willful obedient loving servants in relationship with God, continues to grow the species in a direction that is not wasteful, overpopulated, broken and fallen.  This was NOT the will of God. This was caused by you. The serpent. You twisted his Word, defied his orders, lied about his intentions and completely destroyed every living thing He ever made; from air land and sea. You destroyed it all! Now, we have the world you see today. You did this. This is your fault!

Demon:  (not listening-indifferent to Truth) As soon as one little itty-bitty thing does not go your way and you don't get what you want, all of a sudden, it's "lets throw a huge temper- tantrum and lets complain and yell and get mad and point the finger at everybody else except ourselves."  Um...excuse me. Young one of boastful banter. Stop it. Sit down. Let me help you through this before your head explodes. The world does not revolve around YOU. It is for you - collectively. Not just ONE of you. but ALL of you.

Human: There you go again?! The "world" is NOT for "us"! It does not belong to humans or angels! The Bible says, again, clearly!

God is still on the Throne; God is still in Control; God is still in Charge – God Reigns Over Everything! The Lord Reigns!

Key Bible Verse Scriptures ~ God is still on the throne! God Reigns!

Psalm 47:8, ESV God reigns over the nations; God sits on his holy throne.
Romans 16:20, ESV The God of peace will soon crush Satan under your feet. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you.

1 Chronicles 29:11, ESV Yours, O LORD, is the greatness and the power and the glory and the victory and the majesty, for all that is in the heavens and in the earth is yours. Yours is the kingdom, O LORD, and you are exalted as head above all.

Revelation 5:13, ESV And I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and in the sea, and all that is in them, saying, “To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be blessing and honor and glory and might forever and ever!”

Demon: (not listening-continues to lie) Yes there are many, many outrageous experiences. Not all, you will like or dislike them, but that's the beauty. You don't have to. You don't have to like it. You do, however, have no choice but to let it 'exist' as it does. Because this is beyond your control and this is what you don't like about existence. That which is beyond you. Such as medical phenomenon, technological advancement, love of self and equal love of others: to name a few. But again I say, just because you had a bad day or a bad life does not mean "I" don't exist; nobody loves you and it's the end of the world as you know it and nobody feels fine.  After all, my A.ngelic I.nterference has already made a positive impact and a great huge difference in your day to day world. 

Demon: (reveals himself)  Come on people. After 12,000+ years of this, I think we both know the outcome. You go through it, you learn, you grow. You pass it on. All of this "extra" you guys do is not needed. But you do it anyway. I don't need your money. I don't need your pity. I don't even need your love. I would like to have your love , your understanding, your patience, your time, but not because you are being told to give it to me but because you CHOOSE to share it with me.

Human: use the Bible to defuse the demon's advances and influences. 

Greater is He that is in you than he who is in the world. 

With God all things are possible. 

The Word of God is your sword to fight against evil of this world.

Human: As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord! You were the root cause of all of this. I am NOT here for your personal amusement or pleasure. I CHOOSE to take my yoke upon Him and learn of Him because He is gentle and humble in heart.

I choose to know; to serve; to fulfill. Yes, at times, I will question, is there a point to it all and the answer will be true: John 10:10! The reward is greater than the sacrifice. John 3:16.

Not all the roads of life are meant for me to explore and imagine. Some questions, I understand God will answer, some He will not. Jeremiah 33:3! 

Satanic Illuminati/Kabbalah/Freemason/Occult/Catholic/Mormon/Muslim stole everything they have from GOD! 

Demon: (fizzling, shrinking and fading) But...

Human: This IS my choice. I choose NOT to respond with discontent, anger, harsh words or "another tantrum".  Job 42:10-17. 

Demon: what about the coach?

Human: John 14:26

But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all that I said to you.

Demon: what about the parent?

Human: Matthew 23: 9

And do not call anyone on earth ‘father,’ for you have one Father, and he is in heaven.

Demon: what about being a team player?

Human: Proverbs 27:17

As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.

Demon: what about understanding? 

Human: Proverbs 3:5-6

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding, in all your ways submit to Him and He will make your paths straight.

Demon: lastly, what about tomorrow? 

Human: Matthew 6:34

“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

Matthew 6:25-34 

After this, the demon was defeated, diminished and vanished from the human's presence.

Almost instantly, the human felt a sense of peace.  It was one small step for the Kingdom, one giant leap for the child of God.

A short story by DeMaster Thomas, 7/20/2009: conversation with God

Plot Setting for Short Story-Telling: A Short Summary

 

When it comes to creative writing, as is the entire flesh and bone of this blog and its brother blog https://dreamweaverdiaries.blogspot.com/, one of the key ingredients is Plot and Setting Summary of Original Creative Short Story. Here's an example below. 

Plot Summary

This is a story of love.  It is meant to enchant, delight and inspire.  Scene one of my story takes place in a fictional village set in early century.  The characters are taken from strangers to life companions through an interesting tale of love.  The main character longs to one day, meet the jewel of his Nile but loses hope and allows his heart to grow cold and bitter, until that unexpected day when the jewel appears.  It is not with ease that they finally lock hearts.  It takes some time and distance to make a final breakthrough.  But once the union is created, it is unbreakable.  The plot of the story is, a man begins to reminisce on his life as he sits down to write a letter to his wife.  He thinks back on when he first came to understand and want for love.  Then he remembers how his passion stayed with him over the years but never came true for him.  It did for others, but not for him.  In an effort to continue to fulfill his place in life, he continued to live single without searching for love any further.  Until one day, she finds him.  They make every effort to see each other and spend time together.  Then, finally after much travel and time, they find themselves able to live together and be wed.  Their lives are simple but fulfilling and they are both pleased to find their soul mate.  He wraps up his story by continuing to light the small flame of their undying love, a daily letter of good word and spirit. 

Setting Summary

 

Now the setting of the story is similar to early century England.  Cobblestone streets lined with Victorian style lampposts are accented by wooden and brick storefronts, Victorian styled three level homes, a town square, and a town church.  Some of the scenes take place in the main characters childhood, so the setting ages a bit but only enough to reflect a flashback.  The overall atmosphere is still the same.

There are horse and carriage, pony express, and town square villagers about.  Picture Norman Rockwell meets Thomas Kincaid.  The illustrations of small, village town living, filled with the eye opening smell of fresh baked breads in the morning, sweet pastries and pies in the afternoon, and the mouthwatering taste of warm, creamy soup on the cold, cold night.  The seasons change from winter to fall, but the overall emotions expressed through the characters bring a feeling of springtime exuberance with summer heat to warm the soul.  In the setting you will find mostly wood furniture, used, chafed and chipped in places from years of good use.  There will also be a feeling from the scratchy wool clothing worn by the characters in most of the scenes.  Thick, warm sweaters and boots, accented by winter gloves, hat and scarf, all bring out the reality of each scene.  Since there are no automobiles in this time, horse and carriage will have to be depended on for the idea of transportation.  Which is important to the story because of the plot.  The fact that there is distance between the towns and they have to travel by horse and carriage and communicate through messenger, adds to why the passion and waiting grew so strong between the two main characters.  These are the ingredients of the creative short story of love.  It will enchant, delight and inspire. 

DeMaster Thomas

Sally Hellman

April 2, 2003

The Thames Cafe

A short story. Young female doctoral student conducts interviews with a retired Captain from Australia for her PhD in Clinical Psychiatry.

The Thames Café (Barking, United Kingdom)

By: DeMaster Thomas

June 2008

...another day at the Thames Cafe...

Student types on her laptop as she prepares for the sit down with Captain. 

Clacking keys: 

Life that is always spent being examined, takes away from life that could be spent living. While examination is important to personal health and wellness, there is ample place and time for this purpose.

Captain starts in on her without warning:

And so there I was standing in the middle of the desert on the hottest day of the year, drowning in a pool of my own existence. What was to become of me? How did I get here? Am I dead? If so, this is definitely hell. If not, this is definitely hell or the divine’s idea of a sick joke. Either way, in order to understand where I was going, I had to go back to the beginning. I had to go back to where it all started. After all, it’s not about where I’m going, it’s about where I want to end up.

This is my daily prayer…the Lord’s Prayer with ad-libitum, which in my temporal existence seemed remedial; a call for the rapture. Yes, only a one-minute period in infinite history; I had concluded humanity had reached its peak; its boiling point of no return and only an incredible art of unconditional fortitude could reprieve such a travesty.  Even if I were correct in my so-called faulty logic, it appeared the only one left standing was I. Oh to loathe one’s own existence merely because fear and shame shadow excellence and the pursuit of greatness; is simply a life left crestfallen.

But enough about me-oh wait. This is about me. The only subject I know everything and nothing about. (He smiles and laughs to himself)

Oh don’t wither your nose at me. As if you are any better. I laugh out loud at the mere thought of such a thing. But I digress. Where was I?  Oh yes. Where it all began. Well, let me see. I guess you could say I was an international bum.  Born in Australia, educated in England and moved to the States on scholarship before most in their country can complete Secondary (eh, heh). Brilliant? Oh yes. I was brilliant alright. Brilliant enough to charm the skivvies off any lad who dared stare Mayfair in the eye without a quiver!

 

Sparkling chap, I was not. To say the least, my vanity was only; literally, only skin deep. Mind me no ugly duckling neither. I could dance, sing, folly with the most and courting was of little effort of somewhat gainful return. I’m only grinning devilishly because the memories are still fresh on my tongue.  The perfumes of so many, the flesh of so much indulgence still gird my loins.  My apologies I…I needed a moment.  Where was I?  Oh yes.  The run of a scam to boot and butterscotch rum, sweetbread and a lil bit of 'how’s your father'.  Ah yes.  Those were the days.  A legend in me own you say? No, not I, said the Captain. I am full! Full of pride! Full of gusto! Full of –

Captain was abruptly interrupted by his aging, nagging wife. Jealous of the student's time and beauty.

 

Oh shut-up you old goat! No one’s talkin’ to the likes of ya! Can’t you see I’m busy? 

Ah, for the love of Pete. I tell you, that woman will be the death of me.  Excuse me for a moment. Please, help yourself to more crisps, cakes, chocs. There’s plenty, eh.

What! Who? What do they want? So what. Tell them we don’t want any and to piss off! Can’t you…

 Excuse me just a moment. I shall be only a breath.

Captain gets up, goes over to another table where his wife is sitting, chatting on her cell phone.

Give me the ringer. (He takes the phone from her hand)

Look. I told you a thousand times over we haven’t got your stinkin’ money so stop calling here and blow it your arse!

Captain sits back down at the table with the charming doctoral student. She is taken aback by his behavior and tone, but does not show it. Composure remains intact. Captain clears his throat and continues.

Oh yes. Yes. Thank you. Damn phone buzzes off the hook by golly. If it’s not the HMRC or a bailiff, it’s someone trying to sell you something.  You mark my word the blooming idiot who invented tele-sales is sitting in hell right now getting bitch slapped by every passer of the gate you mark my word!

Right along with all of the pills of our so-called modern society. Hmph. Donny, Harpo, Billy Buffet of sorts. What say you? His name is Warren? Who cares. You get the point. I am merely speaking of those who I’ve seen profit heavily from our hard-working citizens and give back what apparently seems to be not enough. But I digress.

(The wife is ready to leave)

Oh, I can’t do this now.  Let us meet in the morrow and we shall continue this foreboding fantasy ride into my past forthwith shall we? Okay runner off now. Good evening.

I said – good evening.

````

Understanding now that Captain was a fanatic of his own twopence worth, she was prepared to let him carry on without interruption this time. She continued her interview the next day as planned.

Clacking keys: 

While in the calm of what clearly seemed to be the mind of a deeply disturbed individual, I took these moments of solace to defecate the ill-reputed muses collected over the past couple of hours. It was like watching the flushing run-off of the river Murray back home. He did not know I was also from Australia. He did not ask. So calm on the surface, was the idle of the day, while at the bed, the current rushed over broken rocks and dirt turned to mud and loose sand clogged the veins of my mind at the sight of him. The punishment continues.

So, although as a boy, my imagination was over-active indeed. Still, it found limits. There were limits in pain and even small—well, larger barriers to pleasure. (he corrected himself). Ah, but one thing was for certain. Before I became a master of my own accord in my mental drudgery, I was quite the experimentalist in the “art of entertainment”. Toot! Of the hour, shall I blow my – no, of course not.

No need when the laughter, camaraderie and warm expressions of welcome surround me so. Do you not hear the circus music? See the clowns? Oh, fantastic are the merriments and joyous wonders of boyhood. Laughter and more laughter fill the accolades with love, adoration --- humph. Love.

And with so much joy why then-oh why does my heart beat slowly? How does melancholy find her way to my bed each night. Why does she choose to take my virginity is such an inappropriate manner. Yes, the roses certainly, like they should, bloomed in red and the violets. The violets sung in the melody and bewitched an enchanting blue. But there was no innocence in her reproach. She truly came with an intension and one intension only, to steal from me the only essence of a young boy’s purity – my sexuality.

My age was no more than the number of days in a week. I would say that is probably about how long it took for me to go from merry to archaic. Exploration and discovery of the reproductive functionality is an expedition best served intellectually. After all, what good is it to simply say why does something do this; when I do this? Well, for most of those, also fallen around me, it was more so, who cares, as long as it does what it is supposed to do when it’s supposed to do it? “Do it.” That phrase in-and-of itself was one of so very many euphemisms used to describe such a sacred and undeniably beautiful expression of love.

Warped in our tyrannies of lust, we frolicked in such games as so distastefully called ‘hide and go get it’, ‘kiss and tell’, ‘spin the bottle’, ‘truth or dare’, ‘house’, ‘doctor’…come to think of it, it is as if adult role-playing begins in the youthful banter of mindless touch-and-play. I called them reindeer games. With ages ranging from eight to thirteen. And most certainly at that tender of an age, that thing you want to be exposed to is misadjusted, misguided, miscreants who have little or less knowledge of consequences as you do. But then hindsight is always a size twelve to fourteen. Eh-hem. I mean twenty-twenty.

(Student appeared engaged, but glazed in thought...)

  

(Captain continued)

There were upbringings of strappers and fairs alike. Not the likes of such boarding school back camp behavior. Justifying our behavior with excuses at this stage only entertains rationalization without reason. We were children alone in the secret garden too long. With prepubescence a thing of the past, the gateway had already ingested in my subconscious. Promiscuous pleasure of self and others from those moments, offered up a buffet of exacerbated opportunities. Often so, I reflect on those years of hormonal explosion and wonder if I had made different decisions. If I had chosen another path of physical emotional enlightenment, where would I be today? How would my life have been different? The teen years? Young adulthood? Could taboo have been left without ado?

 

I most certainly would argue that my destination would have been altered. Restraints you ask? Sure, there were restraints: the practice of social discretion, the play of innocence in the company of adults, and the remission of sin in the eyes of good. Most certainly we kept our discretion. Boy on girl. Boy on boy. Girl on girl on boy. And the combos continued. All are experiences sealed in my memory. Struggle within consumes the very core of my being and modern technology feeds my mandates with limited rage but the broken promise of limitless power, it’s burning, it’s hurting, it’s flushing my face! The blood flushes the erogenous zones. Oh my! I can feel it! The sweet seducing aftertaste of her discharge and saliva drips down my chin onto her chest. Her breasts pound with feverish syncopation as the sweat dances on her backside. Ah the skies of a man-made heaven full of empty dreams suddenly open up her golden gates and then!

 

An ever so subtle break in reality into a warm rushing river of psycho-synergy pours over our bodies like warm cozy blankets of chocolate and pure grape wine on a cold New Hampshire night in front of a responsive crackling fire. It is as if the universe sang her song just for you and then for a sweet moment all is right with the world. Heaven and earth could come and go and you feel like this bliss would never fade. But then, as quick as it comes is as quick as it goes.

A family that plays are memories that stay. Damned are my eyes for some of the things I witnessed from family growing up. I have seen my parents in questionable positions with their lovers; I have seen them in their own indulgence as well as in their own care. Not that knowledge of feminine hygiene should not be taught in the home but I could have lived without the visual aid. A simple open discussion with tactful understanding would have sufficed.

Nonetheless if bearing witness to your mother’s personal care leaves you with a certain safeguard for all things in a state of resemblance. Ergo dating may or may not...

(At this moment, Student got up from her seat at the table, flushed with blushing rose in her face, a small wet spot in the seat of her skirt and said, "Oh, I can’t do this now. Why don’t we...no, I have what I need...no need to meet tomorrow.  Thank you for your time, it was quite a ride of fantasy, I, I mean, a fantastic ride...okay, I'll run off now, good day!

I said--good day! 

And with that, she gathered her items and quickly left the café, forever changed.

Captain sat back in his seat, sipped his drink, looked at the server and said, just another day at the Thames Café, eh? 

One for Non-Smoking: A short story to inspire

 

                                                               One for non-smoking

Written by: DeMaster Thomas

9-12-01 4pm

 

So there I was, solitude.  One for non-smoking please I ask as usual.  And order the same thing everyday. Tossed salad and scrambled eggs.  I got my regular spot by the window and just sat and stared out into the traffic, city activity and skyline.  It caused my mind to wander as my stomach adjusted…I…  I pandered my life in relation to current events and realized many philosophies about myself and the life lived.  And mostly how bad this actually tastes.  But most of all, I realized my life was where it was for a number of reasons.  One could be that it was created by the choices I have made and the paths I have taken.  Another could be that things unexpectedly happen to me and I reacted to them, changing my life without planning or notice.  Then there is the notion that maybe God has something else planned for me that I just haven’t found yet. 

 

I know that in order to learn and grow, we must go through many experiences in life and by this time, the eggs had settled and a touch of gas passed through my mind and…I still drifted in scattered thought wondering if maybe it was a combination of all of the above and more.  I have seen family, friends and others overcome some pretty serious obstacles in their lives and I am sometimes, simply amazed at their abilities to move on with such strength and adversity.  How it calmed me to smile gently and think of the happiness their accomplishments brought us.  Actually, it’s kind of amazing to notice how much I’ve learned just by those around me.  But yet, there I sat, alone.  Still searching for whatever it was I was looking for.  I know it wasn’t to be alone-again. 

 

Here I am.  No children, no spouse, no lover and no big time career to eat away at the lonely hours that filled my days.  Bachelor hood had completely engulfed me.  The check came and I chuckled a little under my breath.  I notice one thing that’s cool about living alone, it’s cheaper to dine out when there’s only one order on the check.  But nonetheless, in my thoughts I found a resolution to rest my mind.  I began to realize that just like everyone else, my life was simple but unique.  It was mine and no one else’s and that made it special.  To the pretty memories of my past, for the record, I love you.  Thank you for helping me to be where I am today.  I realized that I had made it through my own obstacles and overcome my own trials and tribulations and most of all, I had my own fun-filled and loving stories to tell.  I ended my outing with a smile and a small ounce of peace in my heart. 

 

I realized that no matter what, I was still me.  Regardless of my job, my social status or my physical make up.  It was still my soul inside.  Underneath the blanket of depression was a bed of happiness.  I was actually proud of me.  After all, I made that bed of memories and continue to make new ones everyday.  Today I decided it was okay to dream.  It was okay to be myself and be proud of what I want and have and have done.  It’s okay to be abstract and misunderstood.  It was all part of me and who I am.  Thank God my life was still mine and no one else’s.  There will be love for me one day. 

 

I learned a long time ago to concentrate on the present and use the past as a guide for the future.  Amen to that.  And on that note, I happily paid the server and headed out the door promising never to return.  I promised myself from this day forward, I would do things different from now on.  Where would I start?  Well, the next time I sit down eat; I think I’ll have the special of the day.  J

 

 

Table for One, Please

Table For One

A short story by: DeMaster A. Thomas
#091201400P

Welcome back to Solitude. "Table for one?" The hostess says. "As usual," I reply wittingly. I order the same thing everyday; tossed salad and scrambled eggs. I get my regular spot by the window...sit and stare into the traffic. The busy city streets blends nicely with the skyline in the distance. My mind wanders with each gaze and bite, with random thoughts of life and how bad this actually tastes.

I came up with a number of reasons of why my life was the way it was at this moment. Did I choose this path or did the path choose me? Were my actions in life proactive or reactive? What if God has something else planned for me and I just haven't found it? In the end, we learn and grow from each experience. The eggs settle as a touch of gas passes through my mind...

Scattered thoughts tell me that it is a combination of all of the above-and more. After all, I have family and friends that have overcome some pretty serious obstacles in their lives. And I am simply amazed at their ability to move forward with such strength and perseverance. It is calming and brings a smile to acknowledge their accomplishments.

Come to think of it, I've learned a lot from the people around me and yet here I sit...alone...still searching for whatever it was I was looking for. I know that it was not to be alone. Again. Or was it?

  Hey, here I am! It reads, "never married, no children". Laughing to myself, I'm thinking, yeah and no career either to chip away at the lonely hours of the day. Bachelor-hood has engulfed me. "Check please? Thanks," I say with half a smile. The waitress is attractive and expresses pity for me behind her eyes. Can't help but laugh a little every time the check comes...wow, how cheap it is to live alone. Yep. Alone in a life that is simple yet unique. It was mine and no one could take that away from me. I have overcome my own share of trials and obstacles and lived to tell. Love, laughter and peace were daily ingredients in my recipe for life. And for that, I am thankful. 

 
Then, I realize-wait. I am still me. I am not defined by a job, social status, physical build or level of intelligence. I am a direct reflection of the soul within. Underneath a blanket of depression, there is a light of pure joy. And with that warm reminder I choose, at this moment, to throw that hurtful blanket away.

This is my bed of memories and I don't have to lay in self pity. I can make a fresh clean path, starting today. I just have to choose to. I sign the check and grab my coat to leave, smiling the whole way through. I decide at this very moment, it's okay to dream. It's okay to believe in myself and be truly happy with my accomplishments.

It's okay to be a bit awkward and misunderstood. It's okay to be - me. After all, who else can I be? No one else is as good at being me than I am. On that note, I head out the door of the deli and promise myself from this day on, I will do things differently...starting with ordering the house special of the day.

A Love Story: Daydreaming

VOWS (8/09)

We met in a virtual cafe, you with your coffee and I with my tea. We were shy to share a table, but the light from the window and the breeze from the door made our table the best in the room.

"Will there be anything else?" The waitress asked. Together, we answered, "No. That will be all, thank you." We laughed at our synchronicity. Conversation was bright with many colors and the laughter was seasonably perfected with pain. Our visits became frequent - daily - as if one day without, is a lifetime.

We fell, no net; floating beyond stories of past, present and future. And landed here. In love. And today, just as you were many years ago at the first hello... This is all but a twinkling glimpse occurring in only a minute. And as you are with your coffee and I with my tea, we are warm, sweet, bitter, best if not better served hot or cold.

You see, in my eyes, you and I, well, we-never grow old. And even if this is only imagination - it seems - I do not ever want to wake up - from this eternal dream.

 -DeMaster Thomas