Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Happiness is a Byproduct of Being Grateful

This time of year can be very hard for some of us. Many have lost loved ones, leaving them with only an empty chair to look at during the holidays. It grips your heart so tightly, that it feels like you can't breathe. We hold onto the grief tightly too. For whatever reason, most of us prefer that dark feeling -- the grievance that aches our heart. IT's a sense of being able to at least feel anything at all. But what if we changed our mindsets? What if we knew how present and "alive" our deceased loves one were? What if we knew for sure, that they were still around us during very important moments? Remember, the deceased do not miss us. They don't long for anything. There is no time there, so the "missing someone" part is taken out of the equation. Our human minds make us believe that maybe our deceased loved ones miss us, when actually, they already know that we'll be together -- the reassurance of uniting once again. Our lifetime is only but a minute to them. And let's face it, life is pretty short when you look back ten years from now. Doesn't it feel like yesterday?

I've been discovering some new things lately regarding pain on both emotional and physical realms. This past year, I took two horrendous falls. (One fall that my mother was in tears laughing at -- that's a whole other can-o-beans), and the other fall was down my stairwell. My tailbone hit every single step there was to be found.

Here are the differences: the first fall was walking into a restaurant falling flat on my face because of a ledge that was unforeseen, aka, Deb's clumsy as hell. Although it hurt like the devil, I laughed it off because it was so funny. It truly was. And to see my mom laughing made me happy. Anything to make her laugh just gives me joy. After having our laughs over my toss and tumble into the restaurant, my pain left me. I thought to myself, "Wow, I am gonna feel this tonight!" But I never did. My knees were like huge balloons because I fell on them. My hands were bruised, yet no pain. The laughter kept me from feeling pain. The endorphins that were let off was like pure medicine -- an instant pain reliever.

The second fall was different. I was worrying about my mom's health. I had been crying most of the night, worrying that she was suffering. I left my keys, jeans and shoes next to my nightstand in case I had to rush her up to the ER or if I had to call 911 for her again for another transfusion. I cannot tell you how much it breaks my heart to see her go through so many procedures, unhappy, not laughing like her usual self. I wish I could just take the pain for her! Early the next morning, I got a call from my sister asking to check on my mother because she may need an ambulance. I ran down the first set of stairs, and as I went to go approach the long staircase, I fell on each step with my tailbone. The pain radiated from my butt all the way up to my head. But because I was so upset to begin with, my emotional pain seeped into my physical pain, leaving me crying like a big baby. I couldn't stop crying. My back went out and my right leg was completely numb from my sciatica nerve. This lasted for quite some time.

Do you know someone who suffers from fibromyalgia? I was diagnosed with it four years ago. Every single step I took hurt so badly, that I could barely walk some days. The pain was everywhere, from my joints to my skin feeling like it was on fire. Most of all, if I was stressed out or sad about something, my fibromyalgia would flare up something awful. I noticed the pattern. I've spoken about this before -- there's something I learned from Eckhart Tolle that's called the "pain-body" -- where physical pain is stored up by emotional pain. Whether it was in the past, or currently in the present, emotional pain can wreak havoc on your body, causing great pain and even illnesses.

I guess you can also say that a good attitude can help with emotional pain as well. Someone asked me the other day, "Deb, you always look happy. Are you happy?" And I said to her that I'm not always happy, but more so, I am very grateful. I think gratitude has a lot of power -- the power to enable all of us to be happy in some way. I make a gratitude list of everything -- from running water to the roof over my head. These things that many take for granted can be taken away from us as quickly as it was given. We need to realize that nothing lasts forever and that all things are impermanent.

We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they are good for us--they help us learn to endure. And endurance develops strength of character in us, and character strengthens our confident expectation of salvation. --Romans 5:3-4

Being present and conscious lets me realize how precious life us -- how amazing every single moment is right "now'. My first prayer of the morning is just thanking God for His undeserving favor. And when you become completely grateful for all you have, it makes room for more good things to come your way. Things are set into place and will come to fruition.

When your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be strong in character and ready for anything. --James 1:3-4

When I realized I was practicing gratitude and the appreciation for the "now" and being conscious of all that God has given me, I was prepared for anything. For instance, last Wednesday night, right before Thanksgiving, I was sent to the hospital for health issues. While in the ambulance, I saw Jesus sitting next to me right on my gurney. I can have joy in the midst of chaos. You can have joy in the midst of chaos. The medic took an EKG and just stared at the results and quickly gave me nitroglycerin and four baby aspirins. He called the hospital and said the EKG was inconclusive and that my heart rate and blood pressure was too high. I kept hearing God tell me, "Now do you realize how precious life is? Will you now stop saying you hate your life? Will you stop complaining about the nightly seizures that are caused by stress and trust in me more?" I made a solid promise to God in that ambulance. It was a promise of never taking my life for granted, or wishing that God would just "take me now" when I'm feeling that pseudo suicidal wackiness. I do from time to time, because I just don't want to deal with anything I can't handle. But God reassures me that He will never give me anything I cannot handle.

Through my experience, the key to "happiness" or at least, a constant joy that only God can give is gratitude. It's the appreciation for every single thing you have. It's the acknowledgment of God working in your life, strengthening you in various ways so that we can cope with what's to come. Our lives often get interrupted with inconveniences that frustrate us, but if we can learn to accept those interruptions and be conscious of God's presence as well as the present moment, those "inconveniences" will become clearer to you of why it was put in your path. Things don't always run smoothly or as expected. Our high expectations for a "perfect life" will come crumbling down if we do not accept the fact that we MUST be in the moment and have no resistance to it. And as the old saying goes -- whatever you resist, persists. Stop resisting and accept what life is bringing to you, whether good or bad. Take it, and manifest it for the good.

We know that God makes all things work together for the good of those who love Him and are chosen to be a part of His plan. --Romans 8:28

Stop trying to figure out why, and start accepting what God placed before you. God's will is always in our best interest.

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Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Myoclonus, Sleep Starts, Sleep Jerks, Hypnic Jerks, Seizures: Silently Suffering

Back in May, I believe I wrote about the same issue that I've been dealing with. I wish I could say it's insomnia, but it's not. I live a very strange lifestyle now. (No, not the type you're thinking...) But strange in the terms of off-schedule, not the norm, whatever you wanna call it type of 'strange'. I'm very open about my anxiety disorder, and that can sometimes be quite debilitating. Many people who don't understand anxiety brush it off and just tell ya to "get over it" and "face your fears" -- blah blah blah. And while that holds up to be very true, and in fact, I face at least one fear a day, it still comes on like a beast, and sometimes unexpectedly. My "beast" happens to find me at night while I'm all comfy in my bed about to fall asleep. There is absolutely nothing brewing in my little noggin other than listening to the beautiful sounds of crickets and frogs from the window left open besides me. I can't tell you how incredibly peaceful our bedroom is. It's clean, it smells like lavender, and I have an awesome dog to snuggle with....and wife. (Had to add her in there.)

So picture this: you're about to fall asleep. Your eyes are closed, your body's relaxed, and you're already dozing off. Before you can get to that 'sleep stage', your body starts jerking violently and your breathing completely stops. You can't breathe in or out -- it. just. stops. So now your arms are flailing trying to signal your spouse that you need help! This lasts for a good ten seconds. And sometimes, those ten seconds don't have enough breath in you, so you begin to black out from a lack of oxygen. After your episode ends, you're out of breath, sitting on the edge of the bed with a huge migraine and your heart going up to 200 bpms. The migraine is also due to a lack of oxygen. After a while, you start getting sleepy again, so you try going back to sleep. But it happens every. single. time. you. try. It gets to the point where you just stand up, walk yourself over to the living room and watch TV. But you're so incredibly tired!!! You just wanna sleep. It's not insomnia. It's like the devil choking you for shits & giggles.

"Maybe it's sleep apnea?"

No. I have been to a couple of sleep studies already, two pulmonologists, and three neurologists. They all wanted to throw me Klonopin and call it a day.  They all diagnosed me with myoclonus. It's another word for, "I really don't know why your body is doing that" type of diagnosis. They also said it can be anxiety and left it at that. This has nothing to do with anxiety. After last night, I can completely tell that something is definitely wrong with my wiring. I mean, that's a given, but this is to a whole new level. So now, my wife is trying to get an appointment with an endocrinologist (a hormonal specialist) to see if they could help. It never ends. This has been happening every single night for the past couple of years. I have had them on and off for seven years though. But it wasn't a big enough deal -- they were just "sleep jerks" or "sleep starts". I can deal with that. My usual night involves at least 5-7 episodes, until I am totally worn out at around 5am. So I go to sleep at 5am and wake up at 11am. I'm grateful that I can work anytime and anywhere, but I LOVE getting up early in the morning, making coffee and having breakfast with my wife, commuting two feet to the office and starting work.

The night won't let me sleep.

As of late, I've been slipping into our living room to bunk out there from time to time, but they still come on like the devil. My mother and father in law gave us holy anointing oil and prayed over me while we were all on vacation last May. It helped to some degree. Every 'remedy' helps to some degree and then BAM -- it's back to the torture chamber. I sage my house, I pray over each room, I meditate and try to connect with God on a daily basis, which helps me emotionally. So whether or not I'll have this for the rest of my life -- my faith is still my #1 go-to.

I'm not well at all. I also know that things can be so much worse. But how do you explain to your family and friends who rely on you, "I just can't make it today," or tell them that you have to cancel out on plans or stay in because you were up the entire night? Sometimes I'm functioning on 4-5 days of zero sleep. I'm delusional and punch-drunk. I can't even think. This has affected my life so greatly that it even came down to suicidal thoughts from time to time. I rattle off things like, "I wish God would just take me this time," or I'll mutter out, "I'm too tired to live!" I don't want to be too tired. I've also put on more weight because being up all night long, I get hungry because I'm not sleeping. My hormones are probably a huge contributor to this as well. When someone says, "Well just exercise," and you look at them with your overly-medicated gaze thinking, "Are you nuts?" The Lorazepam doesn't work anymore. At this point, it's either upping the dosage or weaning off like I was supposed to do.

So there's that.

Good news is: I don't have epilepsy, nor do I have anything neurologically wrong with me. ...So what's wrong with me? I've had countless nights searching Google for people who have the same symptoms and wow -- so many people experience what I do, but like myself, they can't get the answers to help themselves. It's frustrating to say the least. I'm crying as I type this right now because people don't realize how much this can affect your life. At the risk of sounding like some crazy nutcase -- I need help. So I'm writing this post openly in hopes that people who Google the words, "insomnia", "sleep disorder", "myoclonus" and "sleep jerks" may have some kind of solution or can relate to it. Please send me a message over on my Facebook account or on the sidebar, there's a message option that goes straight into my personal email.

I've tried everything in case it was anxiety. I got a pedicure and massage the other day, went to get my hair done, I meditated and made the bedroom my sanctuary. I used lavender oils and soft music to relax me and stayed off my phone a couple of hours before turning in. Nothing -- nothing helped! I did elimination diets, I tried losing weight, I tried exercising, I tried everything you can possibly think that was a healthy start to ending these episodes. And...nothing. I even tried magnesium at night in the form of Natural Calm. That helped to some degree -- it mostly helped with muscle pain, to which I still use. It does have a calming effect and I love it -- but it doesn't help with these episodes.

This is not one of my usual posts. I'm usually trying to help other people. This time, I'm asking for other people to help me. I'm not a big fan of "me me me" posts, but I'm desperate. If you or someone you know experiences what I do, please email me or find me on my Facebook page. Please.
And thank you.


EDIT 9/12/16:

Okay! Here's my very first "edit" -- or discovery of what this might be if you are suffering. I received a few emails and comments on my Facebook page with other people suffering with the same thing. So far (and I say "so far" because sometimes my remedies 'find me out' and don't work any longer) -- but -- so far, I found that vibrations help with anxiety. These sleep jerks and myoclonic seizures are purely from a deep seated fear and anxiety. It is totally subconscious and rears its ugly head at night when we fall into a dream state. So before I go to bed, I either play my guitar, or I sound my singing bowl. A singing bowl as been used for centuries, usually my Buddhists and some Catholic rituals to clear the mind. It's best used for meditation. I purchased the Tibetan singing bowl over on Amazon.com. Thing is -- you have to learn how to use this properly. It really sings binaural tunes that has an impact on calming your brain and nervous system. I do this before I sleep and I have ZERO thoughts or a "to do" list before I sleep. I cannot believe how well this has been working for me!

Here's a how-to video on using a singing bowl. I truly hope you get one -- it totally relieves my anxiety! If you cannot view the video below, please click here!

 


EDIT: 11/22/16

Here is my second "edit" to update you on my sleep issues. Recently, my myoclonic jerks have turned into more of a seizure-like episode. It has gotten so bad, that I hardly ever sleep. If I do sleep, it's from 6am-8am (if I'm lucky.) Every doctor has associated this with excessive stress and anxiety. I have been praying, meditating as well as using my singing bowl, however, like I said before, "it found me out" -- any time I find a solution, it's like it says, "Oh wait, I see what she's doing," and BAM -- back to square one. Here's the thing though: I don't have cancer thank God, I don't have epilepsy, I don't have any disease or terminal illness. Hallelujah! I am an overall healthy 42 year old who loves life. But without the quality of sleep, comes the issue of quality of life. And let me tell you -- if you're a very patient, tolerant and easy going person, sleep deprivation will turn you into a monster. I can't believe some of the behavior I have displayed, some of the complaints that have come flying out of my mouth or even just the moodiness associated with sleep deprivation. I have been seeing bright LED-like lights in my vision, as well as my left side of my face, arm and leg have gone numb and listless for the first couple of hours right after an episode. I have no solutions to report, other than to just TRY to be grateful there is no REAL illness. I'm going to try to incorporate some other methods into my routine, like essential oils, and possibly acupuncture... I'll keep updating this more and more. Bad thing (and don't do this) is that if I take Robitussin DM after an episode, it seems to go away. I started using it because my episodes cause me to have coughing fits. So I started taking it, not realizing how drowsy this stuff makes me due to the dextromethorphan. Combined with ativan, this stuff usually does the trick, (but ONLY in emergency situations). I don't advise mixing drugs at all, but I was desperate. I'll keep you posted on my next discovery. Right now, please PRAY! I do believe in the power of prayer.

I also heard something pretty significant this morning. Joel Osteen was talking about how uncomfortable this pregnant woman was. She thought something was wrong because her ankles were swelling and she couldn't sleep comfortably. And the doctor said, "Well of course, you have to go through the uncomfortable part in order to come to that beautiful stage of birthing." And I thought that was a pretty awesome analogy of what we all go through, whether it's trying to heal ourselves in some way or trying to figure out WHY we go through "this" and "that" in life. Maybe it does have a significant role in our lives. Maybe it's to make us stronger and try to fix what's wrong, emotionally. For me, I think I have to take better care of myself emotionally and do more things that are calming. I have been trying so hard to take care of other people, especially my family, that I seem to forget about taking care of myself. I'm so incredibly worried about my mother who is in constant pain with her cancer, that it drives me nuts before I go to bed. "Is she alright?" "Maybe she needs something?" "Should I go and check on her?" These things float through my mind as I try to drift off to sleep.

Maybe this is the same for you? Good luck in your hunt and please, report back to me over on my Facebook page and let me know if anything worked for you if you are struggling with a similar issue as I am?

Until then...

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Wednesday, November 16, 2016

What's Your Passion in Life?


Maybe it started when I got older, when I began to actually like who was and what I stood up for, but it took a long time. I don't mean it in a narcissistic type of way, however I completely stopped caring about what other people thought of me. Don't get me wrong -- if you tell me I have a little schmutz on the corner of my mouth, I'm gonna run to the bathroom and wash it off. I'm gonna kinda care about that. But I wonder if it has anything to do with the partner I picked in life. My wife is the most beautiful person inside and out. She also tends to lie to me if I ask her if a certain pair of jeans look ok on me. And that's....ok. She's one of the most honest, caring and loving person I know, despite the lie about my new jeans. I wonder how I would be today, if I was with a person that was super critical and downright mean. I know a few girlfriends of mine who are with men who tear them apart, whether be it how they do things or what they look like. In my personal opinion, it all boils down to insecurity issues. If your spouse is insecure about themselves, they'll psychologically project that onto you, so that you'll feel the way they do. And that's just a known fact. I am so glad I found somebody who loves themselves unconditionally, so that she can love me the same way.

If there's one thing I can't shake, is my lack of trust for certain people who have verbally attacked me right down to my very core. And if you know me well enough, you know how forgiveness plays a huge role in my life. I would love to say that I "forgive and forget" -- but the forgetting part is extremely hard for me. It shows in different ways. Like, if a friend tore me apart 2, 4, 7 or even 10 years ago, I may not be able to trust them fully, so I would most likely have very surfaced conversations with them, not delving into topics that may leave me vulnerable. Another thing I have found that I do with these types of people is that I don't share my social media with them as well. Maybe I'll let them view "certain" public postings of mine, but not the private ones I share with my close friends. I always feel like they're judging me, even though they say they're not, the words that echoed in the past tells me they still are. And I can't shake it. God tells me to forgive completely, which means forgetting -- so am I not forgiving them enough? I rarely think about the wrongdoings of the past, but I guess subconsciously, words can cause a lifetime of scarring. So when I think about sharing personal information with someone who tore my character apart, I just can't seem to do it. My own conscience won't let me. Or maybe it's just a safeguard.

My go-to pain reliever.
So now my question remains: do I still care about what other people think of me? My knee-jerk reaction is, "no way" -- but for certain people, maybe so? But most importantly, I am very happy about the person I have turned into, the work that I do and the people I have literally chosen to be apart of my life. My primary focus, even before I start my day is GOD. My prayer and meditation time is super important for me. If I skip a day, I feel 'off' -- like I didn't have my morning coffee. And maybe that's another reason why I feel so good, even much better than I did when I was in my twenties: my constant communication with God. It has taught me so much and has given me a sense of strength and endurance. I'm still human and get weak from time to time, but overall, my reactions to things I don't particularly care for in life has changed dramatically. I've also cut many people out of my life because it wasn't a fruitful relationship, or didn't serve any purpose other than negativity and drama, which can ultimately rub off on you.

When things service no purpose in your life, or if they serve some sort of negative purpose in your life, as the Bible states, cut it off. It doesn't mean you have to be nasty about it or make someone feel bad, but some people can cause you to feel bad about yourself, or feel less loved, especially if it's a family member. And remember, if someone doesn't want you around, then by all means, give them your absence in every way. Show them what it feels like to live a life without YOU in it. And if they're OK with it -- then you have your answer. I always believe in giving people the benefit of the doubt. But once someone shows you their true colors, believe it. If someone wants to truly be in your life, you will hear from them, seem them more frequently and realize their sincerity. Actions speak louder than words.

Many people are very unhappy in their "grownup lives" and resent others for fulfilling their dreams and/or going against the grain that society had set for them. They gave up on their passions to fulfill their new family's passions (which is ultimately a very selfless act of course). But once you lose yourself entirely, you're going to sense a huge lack. I can think up so many scenarios that I have heard from the people I know. For instance, one of my girlfriends told me she always wanted to be a writer or a poet, but because of her hectic schedule and lack of time, she's unable to make time to be creative. The "more important" things have taken center stage. One of my guy friends wanted to travel around the world and be a professional photographer. In the 'art world' -- as they call us, 'starving artists' -- this wasn't feasible anymore since he started a family and had to work at his father's company to make a decent kind of living. Totally realistic outcome. Now he has zero time for himself, no less for his wife and three kids. He became a workaholic, especially when the company was given to him after many years later. Eventually, he lost his passion, and everything went digital. Money was most important, because he needed to provide for his family. But I wonder if he still dreams of his passions as a photographer. He captured some amazing things with his 35mm camera. He developed his own photos -- that's how he "edited" them. What a lost art. And I'm certain that if he had chosen the 'starving artist' route, he would have learned new technology, as well as filmography and other awesome techniques that would've captured his view of the world. Maybe in another lifetime.

They say that if you love what you do in life, it no longer becomes a job. That's pretty hard to do if you start working for a company for just the money. But sometimes we need to do that. I did that for many years -- stuck in the corporate world that left me feeling empty. I was lucky enough to get out of it and get into something that fit my life, and that filled the void of being creative again. The money didn't come for quite some time. I thought it never would. And then one day -- it was just as if someone just took notice and I was on my way to making a living off something I did naturally, if something that I truly loved doing. And that to me is like winning the lotto. I'm not rich, but I have everything I need. I feel emotionally balanced because I have all of these outlets to turn to. My writing, my guitar and songwriting, my art, my videography and many other fun things that I love to do. I have incorporated all of them into my life, and in time, it enabled me to make a living doing that. Many authors and columnists trust me to edit their hard work, and I am so honored to do so. I have ghostwritten for quite a few authors and bloggers and still remain one of the top blogs for requests to get link placements (which are hyperlinks into a word) which are very pricey. So if I get a request, it's usually 4 link placements or more, which are $50 bucks each. Side income that takes less than 2 minutes to do.


My point of all that rambling on is, many people love to judge my life according to what I do for a living, saying that it's "not a real job". But after almost 10 years of doing this, it has caught momentum, to where my income was much more than sitting at IBM crunching numbers. I get to stay home, and I also get to cook dinner for my family and do other things of interest. I couldn't be happier. People tend to think of "work" as a means to make money -- and that's it -- a job you go to for 8-12 hours that you absolutely detest. No. That's a life sentence of being a prisoner in my opinion. And if that's what you have to do -- that is your choice, or perhaps not a choice, but nonetheless, nothing that should be judged on both ends. There are many people who think that if someone works at home, then they're not really working at all. Well thank God for that, because doing what I do and loving what I do no longer becomes a "job". So no, I don't have a "job" -- I have a passion for life. Once I fully accepted this, I no longer felt the need to jump back into the rat race. I accepted my lot in life, and because of that, I accepted ME.

We're trying to move so fast in this world to get to one ultimate destination: 6 feet under. Whatever you do, whether it be a CEO of a major corporation, a teacher, an accountant, a doctor, an artist, a musician, an unemployed disabled person, we all have one place we all meet at: heaven. So why judge one another's lot in life when we can all be appreciating the many aspects of this awesome society?

"The true profession of man is to find his way to himself." --Hermann Hesse

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Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Let It Go


Remember the simpler days spent watching the rain bounce off of your windowpane, hoping the sun would burst through so you could ride your bike down the street and play with your friends? Remember snow days spent sleigh riding with your siblings or friends? You'd come back into the warm house and mom would have hot cocoa waiting for you, which of course, was the best part. I distinctly remember my mom and dad as they would entertain their guests on certain evenings. I would try to listen to what they were saying, but the adult dialogue was too hard for me to understand. It seemed too complicated. And as an adult today, it's still complicated in many other ways. I think to myself, it can be so simple, if we'd let it be. But we don't "let" it. We can't "let" it go. We hold onto our precious values that nobody else seems to care about, trying to ram every bit of it down their throats, yet they still don't hear us, nor want to, simply because it just doesn't match up.

And the simple solution to all of it is: it doesn't have to match up.

Ever.

But we somehow don't realize this awesome awareness that's been shining right in our faces.

My favorite color is red. It always has been. My wife's favorite color is orange. My color is a passionate primary hue that cannot be altered. Madelene's color is a secondary color, which has to be mixed by two other primaries. I can give you other personal reasons why I don't prefer secondaries. But it still won't change her mind. I can give her facts on why her color isn't really, a "singular" color at all. But her personal values are set in that one particular color for whatever reason. It can be reasons stemmed from childhood for all I know. Nevertheless, she has every right to choose what her favorite color will be, without my say, without your say, but only with sincere acceptance.

When I look up into the night sky, I stare up at the moon and stars, thinking, "Wow, my God is an amazing God," while others may say, "Wow, the universe is just amazing as ever!" We see things much differently, yet at the same time, so beautifully. I wouldn't turn to you and yell out, "Well who made the universe ya' big dummy!" And you can always turn to me and say, "There is no god you big dummy!" And there you have it: division on something we both think is beautiful. How ridiculous does that sound?

We all have reasons why we choose 'this' or 'that' in life. We all have a right to our own convictions. We do have a choice to either shove it down someone's throat or not. We can be peaceful and still hold onto our core values, while it may not seem to be going in our general direction. Just stay true to you and what you feel is important. That's all we can ever do in this life. While it may seem we can never get what we truly want in life, God has the perfect timing...of course, if you believe in God.

That's up to you to debate me on.

Or will you?

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Thursday, November 10, 2016

You're Gay & Voted for Trump?

The other day someone asked me if I wanted kids. And while I've stated before that yes, we did at one time, I just can't get myself to raise a child in this crazy world. It's an era of entitlement. It's a time when those who don't get their little needs met, they pout, scream, throw a tantrum, and as adults, protest and wreck other people's properties. We live in a world, where if someone gets either fired, or offended, they're likely to walk into the building that you're in, shooting you and the rest of the people standing nearby. We live in a world, where we don't care about terrorism, but we care about people accepting us "as we are", even if we identify ourselves by a third or fourth gender, and beg for America to accept that. By all means, we should be accepted, but not irrationally accepting those who want to go above and beyond the means of science. But hey, religion isn't science either, so there's that.

The crowds forming down on the streets are all chanting, "F*** TRUMP" and "F*** THE COPS". They want rights. "Hey, it's freedom of speech man!" But what does their freedom mean? So as they take to the streets, destroying other people's properties, they scream in horror because one of their leaders just got arrested.

"He got arrested and he didn't do anything!" 

He did.

Whether he did it or the 253rd person did it, he was responsible for the small portion who ruined property that costed much more than his own apartment rental. But I digress, he probably still lives in mom's basement and most likely, didn't vote at all. And that's where the problem lies. These kids are trying to make history by doing things in such a drastic way, but in this day of age, all it's ever going to do is destroy their future by getting arrested which goes onto their records, and possibly thrown in some psyche ward if they decide to act out. That goes on their record too. But they don't care. They don't care about their own future.

Just last week I overheard a younger woman in the restaurant we were at saying, "Oh yeah, watch -- when Hillary wins, Trump is gonna keep saying, 'It's rigged!'"

And now look what's happening? People are now saying that the polls were rigged and that Trump didn't win fairly. They're also trying to rid of the electoral college, which to be honest, I don't quite understand why they even have that. But right now, we have to accept President Trump. We have to move on, connect with one another, unite...not fight. We have to move past the stereotypes of what a "republican" means and draw forth a new and much more progressive party.

"But aren't you concerned about your rights? You're a lesbian and married to a woman. Aren't you afraid that he'll repeal marriage equality?"

No. Not at all. And I will tell you why it doesn't scare me: congress and the states pass those laws, not the president.

"But Pence wants conversion therapy."

No. He is OK with those who want to live (by choice) a heterosexual lifestyle, voluntarily. He believes in Freedom of Religion. A small business owner, like a bakery can refuse to make a cake for their wedding due to their religious background. Walk out, and go to another bakery. You cannot force people to do things for you.

My biggest fear, is to relive the day of 9/11.

"Oh but that was an inside job!"

OK, then we get rid of the establishment, who's to blame for this conspiracy theory.

I also fear Sharia law has already been established here in America. And if anyone is against it, they're called an "Islamphobe". Do you even know what the Sharia law stands for?

  • Theft is punishable by amputation of the right hand.
  •  Criticizing or denying any part of the Quran is punishable by death. 
  • Criticizing Muhammad or denying that he is a prophet is punishable by death. 
  • Criticizing or denying Allah, the god of Islam is punishable by death. 
  • A Muslim who becomes a non-Muslim is punishable by death. 
  • A non-Muslim who leads a Muslim away from Islam is punishable by death. 
  • A non-Muslim man who marries a Muslim woman is punishable by death. 
  • A man can marry an infant girl and consummate the marriage when she is 9 years old. 
  • Girls' clitoris should be cut (Muhammad's words, Book 41, Kitab Al-Adab, Hadith 5251). 
  • A woman can have 1 husband, who can have up to 4 wives; Muhammad can have more. 
  • A man can beat his wife for insubordination. 
  • A man can unilaterally divorce his wife; a woman needs her husband's consent to divorce. 
  • A divorced wife loses custody of all children over 6 years of age or when they exceed it. 
  • Testimonies of four male witnesses are required to prove rape against a woman. 
  • A woman who has been raped cannot testify in court against her rapist(s). 
  • A woman's testimony in court, allowed in property cases, carries ½ the weight of a man's. 
  • A female heir inherits half of what a male heir inherits. 
  • A woman cannot drive a car, as it leads to fitnah (upheaval). 
  • A woman cannot speak alone to a man who is not her husband or relative. 
  • Meat to eat must come from animals that have been sacrificed to Allah - i.e., be "Halal". 
  • Muslims should engage in Taqiyya and lie to non-Muslims to advance Islam.

"But Trump's a racist! Isn't your wife Latina?"

No, he is not a racist. Twist and turn the words all you want, but he is supportive of every nationality. He wants to tighten our borders, because yes, they ARE bringing in drug dealers and rapists. It's all there documented if you want to research that for yourself. He is not against black people. He is not against Mexicans. He is against radical Islam, but not against Muslims. Did you know that there are many Muslims who support Trump? Did you know there are gays, blacks and Latinos for Trump? It's because they did their homework, instead of hearing what they wanted to hear. They chose to listen, instead of twist the words. They chose to look at his policies and promises to protect our country. Aren't you tired of being scared here in America? I am.



As a lesbian woman married to a Latina woman, we were happy when Donald J Trump told us that he supported the LGBT community and that he would help fight for us. We were way too concerned about Hillary supporting countries who kill gays and lesbians. She's okay with that. I'm not. She was very adamant on her stance that a marriage should only be between one man and one woman. End of story. Trump has always helped the LGBT community, and now promising to help us with our rights. I'm not worried about Mike Pence. Most vice presidents really can't make those types of decisions.

I'm not rich, but I don't believe we should be taxing the wealthy just because they have more dough to spare. That's wrong. Whether they worked their butts off to get to where they are, or if they're from money -- it's not YOURS. I don't know why some Americans feel entitled to other people's hard work or inheritances. I will never understand that.

My parents had three children. As they were getting older, seven years later, my mother went to the doctor because she felt sick. When test results came back in, the doctor informed her that she was pregnant with me. She already went through the hardest parts of having and raising three children. SEVEN years later, now this? I'm sure it was a hard choice. She was young, in her mid-thirties now facing another sentence of raising a child. She didn't choose to abort me. She chose to have me, and when she did -- it was the hardest labor of all, because I was a breech baby. During a snowstorm in February, my foot came out. It was then she knew what was about to happen. Long story short, my mother and I shouldn't be here right now. It was such a traumatic birthing, that we were both in the hospital for a very long time. They had to literally turn me around in her belly. No c-section -- no pain meds. She went through pure torture. I respect that.

She waited it out, and she went through the most painful thing a person can go through.

With that being said, I'm also pro-life. I cannot understand why a woman would want to abort a baby. I would beg them to wait out the nine months so that my wife and I can have it. I tried twice and miscarried both times. The first time I had a DNC, I went into a horrible depression. After medical complications, I finally had a hysterectomy. My point of this is, I understand people make bad choices, but this is a life! Hillary supports partial birth abortion. I can see if it's due to the mother's medical condition or a life threatening matter, but she also accepts this as a late term abortion. I do not agree with this at all. In fact, it is known that they use baby parts for scientific research, so the later the term, the more developed the baby parts are. It's disgusting if you really get into what Planned Parenthood stands for. In an interview, Daleiden said that “Planned Parenthood and their business partners know that the baby parts issue is the biggest scandal that they have ever faced and it’s the scandal that could take them down.” Please research it.  --- But I do understand if in terms of rape or incest, there should be some health options available early.

There's bigger issues here. I understand everybody has their right to their different views, but when you look at the facts and horrific turnout of what the democratic party stands for, it's gotta make you think twice about electing a candidate that supports all of this.

And that is why I voted for Trump. I put aside all the bad things said and done by each candidate, and went purely based upon my views as an American.

Welcome, President Trump!

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Wednesday, November 02, 2016

A Time for War and a Time for Peace

It truly doesn't matter who you vote for, or if you're straight, gay, black or white. It doesn't matter if you're Latino or Asian, or even living in another country. It seems as though the world has divided. Cops against blacks, blacks against cops. Whites against blacks, blacks against whites. Trump supporters against Clinton supporters, and vise/versa, you know the rest. Conspiracy theories fly around, hoping to terrify the next Hillary voter -- to urge all to vote republican. The left tells us that the right will take away...our rights. And it's just utter madness. When the argument gets too much, some resort to name calling, or demeaning one's intelligence and integrity.

When you tear somebody apart for their choices, whether it's for political or religious reasons, you're EGO is the culprit. When the person gets offended, their EGO is insulted. We are tearing each other apart due to people we don't even know. And that's the way it works. Most angry memes are to stir up someone's ego. "My candidate is better than yours! Look what yours did!" As well as, "My God is better than yours!" It will never end and unfortunately, it's only going to get worse from here.

So if you insult me because I made a choice, then I won't get hurt by it. You're initially insulting the candidate, not me. These were the choices given to us. When you think about it -- who knows the exact truth of anything regarding politics, or what they've done or haven't done -- who truly knows if the media is true or false or maybe somewhere in between to pacify the Americans? I don't know. None of us do.

None of this will even matter soon enough. God is in control. We were warned in the Bible about corrupt leaders and how our future would pan out, if you believe it. And why should you believe it anyway? NOTHING is TRUTH, unless you have faith in it for yourself. There is no right or wrong, because ultimately, everything is in that huge gray area. Nothing is black and white, true or false. If it were, we'd all be voting for the same candidate, or we'd all be following the same God, or just believing or not believing in God altogether.

I will tell you, that the only "right" thing to do, is respect one another, love one another, relate to one another, because we are all in this together. And that's a fact. No matter what anyone thinks -- rise up above all egos and take the higher road. All fights lead to ended friendships and relationships with family members. Is it really worth it?

What does God say about war?

War is a terrible thing. Some wars are more “just” than others, but war is always the result of sin (Romans 3:10-18). At the same time, Ecclesiastes 3:8 declares, “There is…a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.”

In a world filled with sin, hatred, and evil (Romans 3:10-18), war is inevitable. Christians should not desire war, but neither are Christians to oppose the government God has placed in authority over them (Romans 13:1-4; 1 Peter 2:17). The most important thing we can be doing in a time of war is to be praying for godly wisdom for our leaders, praying for the safety of our military, praying for quick resolution to conflicts, and praying for a minimum of casualties among civilians on both sides (Philippians 4:6-7).----source.

We're not only heading toward war, but we're already having war amongst ourselves. I'm not 100% sure if we were ever connected and loving toward one another as a whole, but I do believe that spiritually, we are all one. I do believe that we can somehow overcome all of this animosity toward one another, stop the racism, bigotry and misogyny. We have the choice to love or hate. We have the choice to treat one another with respect, or not. That's totally up to you because God gave us free will. But think before you tear somebody apart with your words, just because they had no other choice than picking one candidate over another. This election should be about bringing Americans together, not apart.

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Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Childlike Wonder

There's something inside all of us that makes us beg for our inner child to come out. It can come in the form of a temporary excitement, like a holiday, especially Christmas, or even reliving your own child's life events. There's something comforting about being in that "space" if you will. I don't have any kids, so I don't get many opportunities to relive my childhood. I've been "adulting" too long. And not that it's a bad thing, because looking back, I had the best childhood. But now that I'm all grown up, I kind of miss all the fun as a kid and all the childlike wonder and seeing things in awe. It all kind of faded out in the distance as I grew up into reality -- into a world of 'cmon, be realistic' type of mindset. Having a child at least gives a parent an outlet to be a kid again.

My wife is a total kid. That's why I love her. I don't know how she does it, but she just loves to go to kid events. I roll my eyes as she begs me to do these God awful things with her, like attending fairs, and just recently, The Great Jack O'Lantern Pumpkin Blaze. For an agoraphobic to be in the midst of thousands of people (and screaming little children) is not my idea of fun. I'm not trying to be a "Debbie Downer", but I'm one of those types of people that'll give you the stink eye if your kid is crying and screaming in a restaurant. And now that I was on their territory (so to speak) -- I couldn't complain about screaming kids. I had to become one with them. So as we started to form a long line to hand in our tickets to get into this event, my anxiety was creeping in with each scream, cry and tantrum a child gave off because they were getting impatient. Double strollers, kids losing their parents in the pitch dark and parents screaming at their kids to behave -- it was a scene that I have always dreaded. 

When we finally entered the dark stone path leading up to all the pumpkin sculptures and scenery, it was hard to stop and take pictures. Some kid would plow into you while other children plowed into them, causing this strange and clumsy domino effect. Then, the road narrowed into this uphill climb with no lights guide us -- just a candle in a lantern every so often as we passed by a pumpkin cemetery scene. Then the line got stuck -- in the pitch dark! So I felt my heart race as my mind said, "Well what if there was an emergency -- how would we get out?' Most agoraphobics need to have a "way out".  All the thoughts started racing until I heard this little girl in front of me, she had to have been about four of five years old. She said, "Look at the stars, mommy," with her little tiny voice.  As I looked up, there were a million bright stars that lit up the entire sky. It even lit up the path we were on. It was so magical. I was more impressed with the sky than I was with the art work that we could barely see. 

Thing is, she was more impressed by God's creation than she was with a manmade carved out pumpkin patches full of zombies and dinosaurs. The whole time, this little girl was just looking up at the sky, not noticing the lit up and scary pumpkin faces. Somehow, she made me forget about my own anxiety, which made me look up into the sky, reminding me that God was with us. I believe angels come in many different forms. This little girl was indeed, my angel. 

The line started to move slowly, as we were herded in like cattle. I didn't mind though. My agoraphobia was gone. I was enjoying the crisp fall air, and I was actually admiring and appreciating all the work that went into these hand carved pumpkins and scary sceneries. The property itself was surrounded in old stone paths and beautiful hills of greenery -- it was so magical. I began to see things wth a childlike wonder. I got excited over different sculptures and a house that was lit up in different colors with jack o'lanterns that sat on every ledge. 

I also heard my mind say, "This is not a means to get from here to there, it is to enjoy the NOW which is all you have. Stop suffering." And I did. I stopped suffering through it, and started to enjoy every moment. We then came to a huge tent that probably held about 300 people in it. Madelene and I had to hold hands so that we wouldn't lose one another. Again, you're talking about a severely agoraphobic person who does not like to be in the midst crowds. But somehow, it made me feel connected. It made me feel like I was one with all of them. We were all at this event together, enjoying everything it had to offer. The energy of the entire event was so incredibly positive and upbeat. Even the workers were excited to be there. The people who guided you to park were dancing as they led you into your lot. 

I could've complained the whole time and let the negative thoughts seep in. Instead, I saw a different way of looking at something that would've typically put me into panic mode. I did it in fear, and when I didn't resist, it didn't persist. The fear left me -- left me with a childlike wonder -- left me with a warm and calm feeling that yes, I can do this again. 

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