The Weeping Willow that was seeded with a Hawthorn Crab apple tree and it became Haunted when Ambrose Lubbard hung himself from it !

 I'm not really one of those who goes for scary stories. I don't think about things that go bump in the night.  I mean , so what if a brisk cold wind whip's across my face in the middle of the night when I have been sleeping fpr hours , the bedroom door has been closed as well as the window because the heat because it is December and the heat is on. Underneath the covers nice and warm when that cold draft swirls around my face like a whirlpool eddy and my body responds with its own shiver that starts at my warm feet turning them and the rest of my body as cold as the breeze making me think I need to get out of bed to go pee but my brain is not allowing it because I think if I touch the flooe with any part of my body I will be sucked under the bed and into some alternate universe where cold drafts are a normal thing when its warm and no wind can get into the room at night and its very late and I know in my heart as well as in my brain as soon as I wake up the sleeping woman next to me there will be no draft and I will get the shaft for waking her up. So yeah I never had that happen either.                                                                                         Well I  am going to tell you something that happened back in the day when the days were full of adventure and money. I have never told another this story because it was just another day trying to hustle some money so me and another couple of guys that I usually worked with to get in one of our trucks and take off for as long as there was  money left to spend. So I will leave it up to you, I will tell this story as I remember it and you can decide whether or not you believe it, because I had it happen to me and I lived through it and I don't know if someone told me the exact same thing if I would believe it.                                                     Now I know I said back in the day so let me make that a little clearer, I'm talking about the 70's and in 74-75 I was going to school in Meriden and living in Durham. The house we were building in Durham was finished enough to live in but I was still in High School so it was decided that I would get to frive to Meriden every day and no one questioned whether or not I made it to class, it was the 70's remember those years, I do !                                                                         I never missed several of my classes, Chemistry with Mr. Krizanowski, the man who showed me and several other students that Mr. Kriz took under his scientific wing and showed up the wonders that awaited us. He always had movies Sci-Fi movies and showed us way back when that every time there was an explosion in space and there was flames he pointed out that there was no air in space to support combustion. There was many other times he made us think while laughing our ass off but tats another story. One of the other two teachers was Ms. Nessing who lets just say we had a common interest in each other and it wasn't just ( A + B )2 = A2 +2AB + B. The last teacher was Mr. Okeefe the shop teacher. Mr. Okeefe really took my under his wing and helped me decide that construction and building things especially the demolition part of the work was wild. He and I ended up building a friendship that lasted long after I graduated. We bowled each other and he never won a single game but I learned to be a graceful winner from him and he taught me about working for myself and the in and outs of working with the general public.                                                                                            I am still not sure as to why I never told him that for many of my younger years I traveled with my grandfather to his jobs with his clients, but it the origin of me liking outdoor work. It was with my grandfather that I found the love of working outdoors and building things. I found that I had a proclivity for renovation and an exuberance for demolition. Mr. Okeefe brought me to my very first Construction site and I fell in love with everything. The machines the men t but this time I will ask and the momentum of a construction crew building something, also the check at the end of the week was just out of sight, a lot of money for a 17 year old back in the 70's.                                                                                               Okay this is where I will stop or now. I usually don't ask for comments or anything but this time I will ask. Do you want to read more ?  even if it is just one single person I will continue. I really hope someone asks. Thanks   THE WRITER

  Once again I am here at my favorite place. Well not this place but where it starts. The notebook where I have written this story out and now I do the editing and write this story at the same time. So here is a continuation of "The Weeping Hawthorn"                                                                                      So as I told you dear reader I loved those three classes and those three special teachers. I know that most people did have their favorites and maybe that inspired you to do something along the line of what that teacher taught or just helped you to understand things a little better.                         After seeing that construction sight I could not get the image of machinery and men doing their thing out of my head. I pestered Mr. Okeefe everyday trying to find out when I might get a chance to work on one of these sites.        I told John Okeefe that any job that comes up I will do whatever it is, just get me a chance I'll take care of the working well enough so I don't make you look bad. I had known John Okeefe for  almost four years every since my freshman class when I accidentally spilled wood glue on a Christmas present from his niece, A Fisherman Sweater that was made in Ireland just for him. The sweater was made from sheep's wool which is off white or like a cream color, it was a beautiful sweater and he has worn it to class the day I first got there and was holding the container of glue and the top which I did not know was not pushed down all the way to stop any leakage or from doing what I did. I squeezed the container and a great squirt of glue went in a perfect arc from the container, and while it seemed like it went in slow motion in front of the whole class, it really happened in under 2 seconds, right to the front of his beautiful sweater.  I thank ever star in heaven that it rinsed out after wetting it blotting it drying it over and over throughout the class, While every one else was learning why we have to wear safety glasses and a mask I was doing my penance. That is how Mr. Okeefe and I became friends.                                                                             So now when we talked about me going on a construction site he always had a hesitation that made me think he was holding out on me with some kind of job that maybe he was thinking about if I might be good enough or perhaps not good enough to this imaginary job I was thinking about. Well it turned out it was not my imagination and he did have something for me, a great job with even better pay and not having to be 18 to run any equipment. But now my imagination was telling me that maybe this job was to good to be true, then I laughed at myself for wanting a job thinking Mr. Okeefe had a job, now I got a job and I am trying to talk myself out of having a job, I really am a boob, but I was young and being a boob is part of being young and learning.                                                                                  The job was really full time it ran from spring to spring and was mostly the upkeep of the Lubbard Estate. Yup the Lubbard's Estate was one of those places that when you we really young the other really young kids you hung out with dared yo to go over the wall and get a crab apple and get back over the wall before the attack dogs got you. Well first of all there were never any attack dogs or dogs of any kind. There were goats but those were in pens on the other side of the Estate. Were the wall was being breached by 10 and 11 year old master minds was the back 40 as it was called by farmers and the only thing there was the Weeping Willows and the Hawthorn crab apple trees that had not been looked after for a hundred years or so the master minds had told the recruit's that were going over the wall to come back with their prize or not come back at all.                   There was more stories that you could ever think of except for the fertile mind of a 10 year old and if you lived in Meriden back then or maybe even now you have heard some of them. Family incest with two headed kids running around at night howling like dogs. Holes in the ground all year long that looked like the hole was just right for a coffin and of course the older kids had seen the coffins but never what was inside of them. There was one really good one about a young kid named Ambrose, yeah even the older  kids laughed with us the younger ones about that name, but the laughter went away fast when it was said that he hung himself from the evil tree. This tree was visible from atop the wall. It really was a scary looking tree. Somehow a Weeping Willow had gotten to close to the Hawthorn crab Apple tree and they grew together. It was the creepiest tree you will ever see outside of a Horror film or a really bad dream.                                                                                           The story was pretty simple, the kid hung himself for being a freak of some kind and because the tree was evil it took his soul and the tree never let the kid go, so now he is in the tree and does all kind of evil stuff. I boldly asked what kind of evil stuff can a tree do , I mean it can't go anywhere can it.Of course it can go anywhere it wants, it's an evil tree with a kids soul in it. The tree cries sometimes. That did it no one went over the wall that day. Excuses were made and even the older boys got a bit antsy after answering the question about trees that can do anything.                                So now here I was right on time at the front gate, waiting for Mr. Okeefe and the head grounds keeper. After I waited for maybe one minute I saw Mr.Okeefe's big head of red hair and the guy driving a cool little car that looked like a souped up golf cart coming down the driveway. I saw him pull something from the visor over his head and it must have been a remote control for the gate because as soon as he put it back up to the visor the gates separated and they drove through. I always had a smile when I saw John Okeefe but it was a short one when I saw the mans face besides John Okeefe. He could have doubled as Bela Lugosi and his eyes held on to me like I was hypnotized. I shook it off and hoped he didn't see me staring at him, that probably would not make a good first impression.                   It's funny how first impressions are because as soon as I  moved towards the tractor that really wasn't a tractor but something in between a tractor a golf cart and a small pick up truck, Herman was watching me but with a smile on his face. You seem to like my little invention !? Yeah it's really cool you made this ?  Well yeah me and John did some dissecting on a golf cart and a station wagon and attached it to a small tractor, it does everything that I needed but couldn't do with just a tractor so me and John built our own and it works perfect. You should see the rig we can attach for plowing or at the other end mowing and trimming, now that's where you can come in, do you think you can run a machine like this ? My eyes lit up like they just gave me the keys to the castle and told me they were going away for the weekend , the liquor cabinet was unlocked and it was okay to have some friends over. After I did not answer they said get in and I'll show you around and explain what's what and what 's expected of you.                                                               Well that gets us closer to what is going to happen when I see the Weeping Willow and the Hawthorn tree and what is expected of me around the Estate. I do hope you are enjoying the story so far, I am, it is like revisiting some people I haven't thought of in such a long time and I find I miss them dearly. More to come please comment on any and every thing,go ahead and comment for good or for evil each has it's own use !  THE WRITER  10/17/2021                     So now here I am with John Okeefe and Herman never really got his last name I don't think hes the one signing the paycheck so I didn't really care. I was about to see the place up close and personal, so many childhood memories, mostly bad because they were all made up from other kids that were trying to scare the pants off of any other child that would listen long enough to shit his or her pants and run away crying. I think if any of us had gotten over the wall and gotten an apple the stories would have been a lot less scary, but seeing as none of us did all that was there was our imagination of what was over the wall, was it half a bad as what we were told, nothing like it at all who could tell, not any of us.                                                                                  Hang on , said Herman its a rough ride in some places and Hildi is temperamental at times, John added in, or maybe just mental same as the driver. Herman gave John a look and took off at the same time, Herman had the wheel to hold on to but John was almost thrown out and I went ass over elbows from the back because I had not even gotten all the way in before Herman's wild ride began. I don't know if it was on purpose or if it just happened like that , you know being in the right place at the wrong time or something close to that, but John was smiling probably because he stayed seated and I was looking at them from the ground up. Herman's face did not change at all and I would find out that his face never changed even when the situation probably called for it.                                                     Nothing looked as I thought it should but knowing that it was just my imagination that made up my memories I just sat back and made mental notes about certain things. The aluminum poles ever 20 or so feet apart with camera's and what looked like those lights over your garage doors that light up when you pull up. Motion sensors and spot lights were on those poles and as we went just a bit further I saw the Dogs house, yeah a real honest to goodness house. Individual windows were each dogs pen and it looked like six on this side also a second floor with another six on this side.                                                                                                So there are dogs, I said a little to loud  and Herman replied yeah we have had dogs for about ten years now. After all the times people came climbing the wall to get at the Weeping Hawthorn. Everyone wanted a piece of the tree, it got so bad we had to set up the motion sensors then people got smart and set off the lights and such at one place to get in at another place so that's when we got the dogs. It's funny no one ever tried to get any apples, peaches, pears, nothing except that tree, even had to stop a couple times and put out fires and once we stopped something that we all thought was a Witches thing that was trying to bring back Ambrose. Ambrose Lilac Lubbard the boy who hung himself right in this tree.                                     I hadn't noticed at all but we had been driving around the property and missed most of where we were actually driving but here we were. Well not really there because of all the water. The weeping Hawthorn and many other trees were submerged in what looked like 3 or 4 feet of water. I could see no river or stream that could account for all this water so I asked. Herman where did all this water come from it looks as if it just come up from underground. Herman shook his head in the positive and said you are partly right. Now I don't believe it, but after that Witches episode the place started to flood every year at this time. It's the same time Ambrose hung himself. If you ask me it just the way water goes. Around that time over the next hill construction was going on to put up the Mall but when they found Indian Artifacts that put the kibosh on the whole thing but it did mess with the Aqua-fir and where and how the underground water flowed. So we get the water every year, it goes down pretty fast once the weather goes dry, but for now we got water.                                                              You won't have to worry about that water once you start out at the front by the time you finish all that and work you way around it will be plenty dry for you to clean it all up. Evey one here has a particular job and if we keep moving along every one will be fine. Sometimes we mix it up a bit with some of the jobs and when they get done but it all works out at the end, wouldn't you say so John. I had forgotten all about Mr. Okeefe even though he was in the front seat just keeping quiet looking around as though he was expecting something, it was a bit weird for him but I put it out of my mind for now but in later months I was reminded of this day and how he acted. Sure Herman everything ends up well, I mean ends up fine in the end.         So I finally got to see the tree that has caused commotion for years. Everyone who lived in Meriden at that time knew of the tree and how Ambrose hung himself. What I did learn along the way is that Ambrose did not hand himself the way people thought and that the tree seemed to have a look about it. Maybe it was the weeping willows slender branched that swayed when the wind blew or how the thorns from the Hawthorn Crab Apple tree made those slender branched look like little claws when the Sunlight hit them just right, either way people had it right, that tree was the most freakish tree I had ever seen, and little did I know then that it did cry, I heard it and it sounded like a young person crying, a young boy crying.                                             Some more story done, it feels as though it's getting good , at least from what I remember from back then. I do hope you are liking this story it seems as though no one had read any of it. I will keep on writing no mater what, the story has me now and will not let me go until I have told the entire story and those that read it will know the truth of the Weeping Hawthorn...  THE WRITER  10/19/2021                        Well how about that, 2 readers have read this, My Mom and I am not sure who the other is, I thank you from the bottom of my heart all the way through every Atria and artery , vein and capillary that comes from the Heart and goes to every opening in which Blood flows to and from on the inside of your body and when another someone comes along and puts a hole in you from knife, bullet, letter opener( yeh that's a knife ) how about a Lobster Fork that would put some neat little holes in you. Enough of the Blood Letting, on with the Story.                                                  So where were we, I was seeing the yard that I would be taking care of for the next several months, probably more than that but as  told John I would do one season to see what the job really entailed and how the other workers and myself got along. Now that I had taken the grand tour I realized why they needed so many different people to do pretty much one specific job that includes nothing more than just that job. This place was Humongous. 75 acres just with the land that the Estate House was on, that did not include the river across the road, ( which was owned by the Lubbards) leased out to the City when their water supply went low, all the orchards and the grounds that the grape vines were. I did say were because after 5 or 6 seasons the vines never took like they were supposed to so now its a bunch of crappy looking grapes that taste good when you pick them fresh but I was told something the soil is not right for bringing out the best flavor for the Wine they wanted to produce, so now they make jelly and preserves.      On the way back to the main house John and Herman were having a lively talk about Shade Tobacco. Herman told John that Reigart Lubbard had just  purchased  some land up near the Border of Mass, a little town called Enfield. It was a small purchase of 100 acres but it included the barns they were needed to dry the tobacco and a water supply right on the property. "Sounds like a sweet deal" replied John. I was trying to understand how I was going to get back and forth because my car had just died and the girl I was shacking up with had decided I was just not right for her, that was the result of me having dinner with her, her Mom and Dad when the Mom and I were caught in the wine closet in a bit of a tight situation, I had my hand down her tight situation and of course there really was no explanation necessary. I literally got caught with my have in the Coochie Jar. I needed a place to sleep, like right away and of course a car would be nice. " So John, I saw you walked here this morning I am glad you are a morning person I like the fact you got here with out your car, its a 69 Camaro, the 327 I think" Herman finished talking John Okeefe and looked over to me like I was supposed to know what to answer. " Yup'' was all I said. "He's not much for conversation is he John" Herman said. " Just ask him and get it over with we are almost back and I don't want to have him cry all the way home if he doesn't except" Herman smiled , stopped the Tractor, looked over to me and asked, " You need a place to stay and a car or maybe a place to work on your car but still may need transportation, but I guess what I'm asking is would you like to stay here while you save up some money for a place of your own , no more shacking up with someone and a car for your use". Okay, now I know what I was thinking, are you thinking, whats up with this why does this seem way to hood to be true, Yeah that is exactly what I was thinking. Herman went on, " So I guess your thinking how is this possible , why does this feel like it's to good to be true,well I'll tell you , it is true and it is good but there are some restrictions to this but mostly John was telling me what had happened in the last couple of weeks and he also told me that your work ethic is superb and that you always go a little further that what the job calls for and that is the man I want working for me"          " Well, if the restrictions are  not to strict I think we got a deal, even if it is to good to be true what can I do I'm kind of stuck and besides, What's the Worst that can happen"!  Boy was  going to find out that I would have really liked to wish for the worst because what happened was way beyond the worst that could have happened. I did not know it at the time but I had just sent myself in a direction that would change the outcome of my life for the next two years.              " So what are these restrictions that you mentioned, I mean what I can't chase after the maids ?  Ha Ha !  "Well its something like that but lets get back to the Estate and let you see what your digs are like and we will talk about the restrictions and such and if its all good with you you can stay tonight and we will send a couple of men to gather up your things , John ha told me that your ex was in the process of burning everything" My face went flush, thinking about all my albums my stereo my clothes. Herman saw my face and put a warm hand on my shoulder and told me, " it's okay John talked her out of it and promised everything would be gone first thing in the morning, and we will still do that for you even if you don't take the job but we really want you to work with us, so lets get home and see your new place, okay John ?  All I could say was, " Okay' my head was swimming in weird thoughts and all kinds of scenario's with me being the main course at the Devil's Dinner, maybe I need to read a little less Stephan King !                                    I had not realized how long we were all out there but when we were coming across the back field in to view of the main house and the drive was just being lit up along with all the hanging chandelier on the front porch or veranda which ever is the bigger of the two unless of course there is another name for its bigger brother which I could see the light from around the back and it must be really big with the amount of light I was seeing. Through the Triple hung windows, yeah triple hung they went from floor to ceiling and during the summer heat the bottom two sash opened up to be able to walk out of like an 8 foot tall door. At a quick glance I could see several Tiffany lamps and smaller chandlers all leading to a gathering of people that were all conversing until they saw us and Herman went to Riegart Lubbard , whispered something and Reigart looked at me like he was sizing up a prized animal. It was just a look that took a second but I knew that look from others, kind of like my Ex's Dad after the Coochie Jar incident.         My John had slipped back into a comfortable chair so he could sit back and watch to happenings, I tried to get to the other chair and sit my tired ass down but with no luck.            Herman was calling me over to met, mostly likely my new boss, I guess this was part of the restrictions that Herman mentioned. I thought to my self I hope I'm making a boat load of money to put up with all this shit. I put on my best smile approached the gathering, apologized for my appearance and had a drink pointed at me from a silver tray. I guess somethings are worth a bit of shit.                        I lasted 20 minutes before I yawned and made everyone in that gathering laugh, at least I think it was a laugh. Riegard told Herman to get me to bed, he and I would talk in the morning. Herman did as he was told and sent a signal to John that I did not see, but as I reached for the Volute, John was there besides Herman and all of a sudden I felt as though I had been drugged and needed to be carried to where ever it was I was going to pass out. I thought I was joking but what you don't know or understand at the time will hopefully not kill you.                                                                So now I am inside this Mansion and I have seen the property at lest most of what could be seen, oh yeah there was defiantly  things that were not being seen at least for now so we are on a trip you and I ( Dear Reader ) you will know if I was drugged or if I just had a long day and needed some sleep. What are those restrictions Herman talked about and what the Hell is Mr. Okeefe doing with these people , WOW things teachers do when they not in school teaching !  More to come I hope to get some done tomorrow we will see where this goes , you and I . It is extremely weird revisiting this after so many years, its funny I was just trying to write a short story about something that scared me when I got a new job at a place I had heard about for a really long time and I thought it was all just a bunch of bull that kids tell to younger kids to scare the shit out of them. Who Knew, not me at the time and not you... YET !          THE WRITER  10/24/ 2021                                                        I am suppose to be writing a rewrite for Little Paddle. I keep finding myself back here on the grounds or in the Mansion of the Lubbards. It has brought back so many memories of the times. The 70's were an awesome time, the people of the 70's were awesome. Nothing like the children, from age 15 through about 35 or so are the children that look at us old folk and see right through us, as if we didn't do everything they are trying to do but we did it all without Social Media and having everyone comment on our actions. They were ours actions because of who we were not the person we want people to see and comment about.                  Nothing, nothing at all. I don't remember a thing, but here I am lying in a bed with a very soft blanket over me. This room is so big I could fit my first apartment in it. I could see some of the bathroom through the open door. A window was slightly open at the head of the bed and I could feel a breeze and smell the fresh air pushing through my hair. Okay I remember being introduced to some people, Herman, Riegart and some other gentlemen I can quite focus on. A drink was pushed at me on a sliver tray ... that's it, that's all  I can remember. I swung mt feet out from the covers and found out my boots were off, my flannel shirt also but my Led Zepplin Tee and straight leg Wranglers were still on. I guess I didn't have any company. As I tried to stand I got caught up on in the covers my feet went first then my head spun and landed on my face, I'm glad the blanket was soft.                                                                            A small quiet knock called out to me so I unplanted my face from the blanket tried not to fall over and said come in as I sat down on the edge of the bed. Wow, I would have remembered this girl. Even though I was almost fully dressed I was in a strange bedroom so I was embarrassed when see came in, I wanted to cover up or something but I was sitting on the bed and my flannel was way across the room and now my boots were under the blanket so I just sat there. Both of us me sitting her standing at the door looked at each other for what seemed like at least 3 or 4 minutes but finally she spoke, with an accent, I thought might be french. " Are you ready " ?               Well I like a woman who is forward but we were never even introduced, I mean not that it might matter but it certainly took me off my guard. " Ah, ready for what"? What a smile , both playful and seductive all at the same time, "Breakfast" She waited a second before adding. " Why? what did you have in mind" ?  Before I could look twice she was gone and I was left with my mouth hanging open but ready for something to eat.                                                          As fast as my head would let me I found my boots put them on and didn't lace them all the way, grabbed my flannel and went out the door and almost ran smack full face into her. "Emily" still with an accent, I heard her perfectly but still said, "what" ?  "Emily is my name and you are John, Yes" ?  " John, Yes, hello Emily nice to meet you", I was way to close this early or what ever time it was , way to close, I backed up and she went forward and told me to follow. " Master Riegart left a vehicle for you to pick up your things so you can be here to start tomorrow morning" Emily was moving in the general direction of the stairs and I was following to where ever she was going, nodding all the way.                                                                                          Not knowing a thing, my head still in a fog I asked, "where is everyone" ?  "Master Riegart told us to let you sleep until you wake and let you know about the vehicle to bring your things here". " Yeah but where is everyone ? I mean there was a party last night, no?" She looked at me like what are you talking about, but all she said was, " No, no party just Master Riegart and his business people", "Okay I got to ask what was in that drink I was given" ?  " You were not given a drink, you took a drink from a tray"  "Okay , I drink and that was not something everyone drinks, or at least something I don't drink, I think" "Master Riegart always has Absinthe with his business people" "Absinthe, you mean the liquor with drugs in it" ? "There are no drugs in Absinthe, it is all flowers and herbs in Absinthe"  Well something knocked me out last night all I remember is taking a drink from a silver tray and that is about all I remember"  I saw it plain as day when I said Silver tray, her face changed, I saw it. I said what as soon as I saw the change, "what" ?  She said nothing, "Nothing" and she left me at the front door handed me some keys and went away pretty fast or maybe it was just the herbs and flowers.            I took my time getting myself ready to go back, I had no idea what was in store for me but let me tell you, I was in store for some crazy shit that started the very next day and the whole week after.
                  

 

         

                                                                                                                                         

Feathered Friends , The Curse of the Rest

       Do birds of a feather, flock together and be forever with their always ever ?  Do they know the curse of the humans is all consuming , even before they leave the nest  ?                                   Never to think the best of the rest but seem to lean towards Alteration and Consternation. So when the few of us see Nature as new , all through and through it spreads so fast , Contagion that will last until day light is past and then due, I say to you , its no trick or shame that I'd take your hand , lead you to the that shared land , Created all by "HIM" above , no truer word than , FROM GOD WITH LOVE ! 

Coop Crazy or how I learned to like , The New Non - Chicken, Chicken !

      It most certainly did not draw out over a long period of time. In fact , I can tell you the exact hour and day of August . It was  Saturday the 12th at 6:45 am. and possibly hearing things My day had started much earlier but at 6:45 I thought I was just seeing things. I put the feed bucket down and backed out of the pen not wanting to stop seeing what I thought I was seeing. When I got to the office in the barn I must have had a certain look on my face because Charlie , the morning manager looked at me and said " what ? "  I responded , ' What, what " "your face , what's up with you , you look like you seen a ghost ? " " Well , um, so, okay just go to the pen # 1 and take a look , come back and tell me if you see anything funny or ... hear anything."   " Hear anything ? " He asked , " Just get out there !" I snapped back at him, " just go look...please ." I've known Charlie for more than 30 years and have known that he is a very literal guy so I knew he was quite put off when I asked about hearing something, or course he would hear something , Chickens never shut up. " So go out and see if their all still together , okay."  "Together" he laughed , gave me a look like I might lay an egg , but kept his mouth shut and walked out to the pen. While Charlie headed out to prove I was either Coop Crazy or , well I didn't have an or , yet. I decided before Charlie got back I would call Red. Red and I have known each other going on 60 years plus, we hatched our first chicks together and never looked back. We both have been in the Chicken business for more than 49 years and if anyone knew there was something strange going on with Chickens , it was Red. The phone was still ringing when Charlie showed his face at the door, I now know what the or was. Charlies face was as white as anyone of our eggs , he was looking at me with, Help Me understand this written on his face his eyes were slightly bugging out and he was mumbling something about the fence when I startled by , " HELLO, HELLO are you there, ZIM are you there ! " I never have sworn in my life before but before I realized it I said , " SHIT RED you scared the Shit out of me ." Then I remembered I had called him ! " Yeah its me we got something going on here with the Chickens in pen # 1 ."  YEAH , We do to , but you better turn your set on and check out the news" He hung up ! I didn't even have the time to get an answer to what was the problem over there. Charlie was still mumbling while staring straight out with his buggy eyes when I turned on the set ..." This is station K101 reporting to you from our local source to confirm that all over Europe , Asia , Australia , New Zealand and now in the U.S. , it seems as though every Chicken Ranch , farm large and small , company run and family owned that Chickens are Huddled together and Squaking , not squaking as individual's but as one they are squaking together , Buck, buck , bagack all together all at once.Every Chicken is huddled together , backed up into any corner squaking what is being called words. Yes that is correct , 2 words , in fact so clear the Buck , buck is 2 words. We go now Live to the McCallen Chicken Farm and I can't believe what it is I am seeing. Here is a Live Broadcast , every Chicken is Huddled together, more than 1000 chickens are all huddled together with all of them facing towards us and the Cameras all huddled together with their backs against the fence facing us all together, looking at us looking at them, I swear to you they are really looking at us, straight at us every single one of these 1000 or more Chickens , they are squaking together again and , all in unison , let me turn up my mc so you can hear them ...   " NO MORE " Buck Buck ... " NO MORE " 

Thoughtful Profile, a troubling sign of what's to come next

       Every time you go out , whether to the grocery store or just to get out of the house and take a drive, ( remember when you were a kid and you parents or parent would just pack you and your siblings, the 2.5 of you and go for a ride, I always got to be in the very back of the Ford Country Squire that had the seats across from each other and you got to stare at people out of the back window ) you see others of the same species namely , Humans . Whether we are doing it on purpose or it is a learned trait we see and we profile. In straight words we make a decision on the that first glance whether we like someone or not. We make a  " Thoughtful Profile ".   There is no denying that we do this , even as children we do this , maybe at that young age we are more thoughtful or just more open to what we see in those others but we do it and at the same time we are being observed by those we observe. I don't thin k that we do anything wrong because what we think we see is what we think we get. We only get what we put into it, that is, if we put ourselves out there and let a friendship happen it will happen but if we look up and set up a wall we will meet a wall. So why does this happen ?  I believe it is a thing that is learned from an early age. We see from that early age with our heart because we have no understanding of anything else until we learn it. What we learn is our truth at the time until we find a bigger better truth to take it place. All the while never really knowing if that truth is the real deal. It is said that all Truth's are self evident but what I have been seeing is that all truth's are now being subjected to scrutiny. Everything is being questioned , which is a good idea if only to find the true source of that particular truth, not truth in general. I will give you an example, Good Manners, saying , please and thank you, your welcome , I appreciate what you have done for me, these simple words are the building blocks of Kindness. Kindness is going out the window while screaming at one another while going 80 m.p.h. weaving in and out of traffic while texting and screaming at the screen because the person on the other end is telling you an untruth. Kindness to one another that is started at a young age grows into caring about others and wanting them to be happy because you are happy, when was the last time you made someone feel happy just because ?  I will always try to be happy for others just because , maybe then they will return the favor and be nice to me or let me in front of them when I am at the four way intersection and it is my turn next but another has already gunned it across , just because. I will always try and give the other person the benefit of the doubt because so many times in the past when I have been wrong someone made fun of me just because and I know now how that feels. Every one is entitled to their opinion especially when you think something other than what that persons opinion is. I try to be this way every day but as we all know , when I look at you the first thing I do is make a " Thoughtful Profile " of what I think you are !  

These Truths we hold self evident

      What responsibility do we have to each other ? When we look up at another while we are just being ourselves , out and about we see that more and more people do not engage, most of the time unless in very small quarters , people don't even look up at one another. A nod or smile has gone out the window and if asked it is due to the Pandemic. I call , Bull Shit on that. It seems the reason is veried and most complicated, and the Pandemic plays a very little part in this. We have been driven apart by our own Truths, that we , inside of ourselves hold self evident. WE are afraid. If you will excuse my thoughts about Truths , I will say that is where some want us. Being afraid make us not see the whole picture , we only see what it does to us, as individuals, not as neighbors or countrymen or human who live on the same planet. When we see only a small part of anything we can not see Truth. That works perfect for those who wish to control the situation, any situation.                                                                                                            So my responsibility to others is to be as much of myself as I have found to be true through self examination to find my Truths. What I have found is that many of my self truths correspond  to others as well. At my core , our very core the Truths we hold self evident ( if you will excuse the use of that phrase) are connected with everyone else. Family , friends, antiquates , people we will never meet or just pass us by all hold Truths that wee brought by time and what we have seen and heard from others . What is needed is to look at those truths we find when we seek self knowledge through our distractions. Each distraction we see when thinking about self truths are a clue as to how true are Truths are, if we did deep enough into these distractions we will find out for ourselves what we hold most dear, those are our self truths. If after we have examined these Truths for our self and we can bring them out and share them with out shame when looking back on them , then they are self Truths. 

Youth found in Memories , Remembered Sound and the Music of my Life and How it Imitated Art

       As a Youth, I'd often wonder why Music made the Spirit in me , move. As with Art , so to Life. Such certain circumstances , all having things in common, a thread perhaps, a Story more likely. When a story is narrated , the speaker sets the decorations and creates Life. With Art , you must use an imagination to fill those empty shelves with the decorative things of life, if you will forgive the way I refer to , Earthly possessions , saying , Earth, Wind, Fire and Water are mere possessions, an Abstract to be used as a comparison, but seeing as the Earth is finite, we will use Music, because it has an Esoteric life all its own , it is , in itself , Divine and Other Worldly.                                               Now, as I remember, there are certain moments in life that when Music plays, it effects us, it highlights in such an authentic originality that it amplifies each and every tiny moment of said moments. Any situation you place yourself or just plain came by and joined in will be experienced with such a quality of Life, that not only does it Imitate it , it Absorbs it , emulates it, goes beyond the veil of Earthly existence and walks the Corridors of the Astral Divine.                                                                                                          Each sound evokes an Emotion or response of equal perpotion. I have been told that the L.P. , you know a Vinyl Record that plays all your favorites from a particular Band. This particular Band had an Album , Dark Side of the Moon, by Pink Floyd. Now as I was told , you play that Album , Dark Side of the Moon and at the same time you play the movie , Wizard of Oz. Now as I said , each sound evokes an Emotion and most every one has seen the movie and heard at least a small part of the Album ( if not the whole album , more than once LOL ) and they each bring such different memories coming from different places , like where you were m what you were doing, that is a thing that has a fixed point to each separate thing. The fixed point is your own thoughts, so when you hear or see a thing that has brought you such pleasure through sight and sound and bring them together for a first time you have created a synchronicity and that is a wonderful exploration of a mind that was fixed in one point and now brought together with another fixed point.                                                                                                                    I have been visiting that point lately. No, not with the Dark Side of the Moon and the Wizard of Oz ( that might just blow , whats left to this poor mind ! ) At certain times the noises in my head retreat and only one remains. When that happens I can go into the TV room and turn the Surround Sound all the way up and experience what until now has been , me watching the closed caption and missing the show, but at least I know the plot , if not the characters. The memories are as real as the sound that I can hear. You haven't heard Music until you have no hearing except for the brain music you can remember, then all at once , it comes back like a flood , both the experience of hearing what I knew I had heard so long ago and now hearing it again , that Music, and once again going to that fixed point in space and time , like in a blink of an eye and not even high , but I will try and suffice it to say that Music Hath Charms to Sooth a Savage Breast , Entice a wandering eye, exhibit strange and beautiful behavior and turn a Cold Stone Heart into a Melted Ore. 

" What If " Just Imagine If It All Turns Out To Be A " HIGH TRUTH "

      What If ?  Think on this. Just imagine , a tiny little stretch of the imagination , less than if you go see a Science Fiction Movie. What if it turns out to be a High Truth ? The All Everything , never created , never ending , Omnipotent , ever was , always will be, God of us all and all of everything.                                          It takes 250 million years for one complete Revolution of the Galaxy we live in and the Earth we live on is purported to be severely older than that. How much older, 100 revolutions ?  More ? Time & Space & Light created all by this Gods , " Word " Absolutely Unbelievable ... Not !  Truly Believable... Of Course !                                                                                                                                                                    Let us believe this is so , for now , and I will tell you what I know of this " What If " , and you can decide what is True and what You Believe.                                                                                                            What do we know of thousands of years, we can read about it, we can go to School for it and be personally involved in finding things that are from 1000 years ago or even 100,000 years ago but think about a 1,000,000 years ago or 1,000,000,000  years ago. Nothing can come close , even believing that 1,000,000,000 years ago things lived , well, long before that , God set forth and Created all from nothing . A  " Word " from God and all was set in motion. Beautiful Perfected Chaotic Balance of Everything. Planets, Stars, Suns and Moons, think of something , anything and it was in that " Word " which held all of everything. Gods plan was so simple and elegant that Poets have spent Millennia trying to imagine the right words to describe it, even the smallest of details  can be written about and need yards of paper to describe what is told in those few words.                                                                                                                 In the beginning , life was simple, single celled life forms and God knew from billions of Planets and even more Galaxies in an ever expanding Universe, life will happen and expand on itself and grow expotentially and have results only God could know and watch for. Fast forward 1,000,000,000,000 years and here we are. We look at ourselves as the Pinnacle of Human Knowledge and Advancement, Marvel and Execution and yet we have trouble with a simple concept of Loving others as we Love our self. We look at others and see a reflection of someone different from us because they live on the other side of the Planet. They live all the way over there and they look funny to us, get real they think we look as funny to them as we think they look. Reality check we all look funny to another, unless we are so stuck up and think of our self as so pretty and you be so ugly that it makes others want to walk away , shaking their head in disgust. All of this is a really fine example of how , as a group of humans have matured over the ages. We just can't be honest with our self , so why should we be honest with others.                                            Despite Geography , Sociology , Politics , and Religion , there are so many people who really try to do what is right , not only for those around us or those with whom we want to be like but for the sake of being good and wanting those things for our children. If you were to ask any person on this Earth what do they wish for , the majority of those asked would say, a better future for their children , more chances at happiness for them and then their children. When you get right down to it and speak of these four things I mentioned, Geography, Sociology, Politics and Religion , each one has its roots that it made by those in power. When each started they had a grand idea , that it might join together the people so that those , " In The Know " could control those who needed , not to know. Each person , was once said to not be an Island. That simple put is that each and every one of us needs each other . Not only is it easier when instead of one person striving , two people can live, or so it seems. Nothing is easy but with another you have someone to tell your worries to and share each day and Love each other, you have an awful hard time knowing Love without another.                                                                                                                               Three of the four things I mentioned has to do with Earthly things. Land and how it should be divided. Who is strong and who is weak and how should we use this to select people , so we can know who is good and who is bad. Then with Politics its almost the same as Sociology , we don't want to do anything about what is going on around us , whether its cleaning streets or regulating the size of a building lot , so all around the world we have Politicians to do that type of work for us, but little do we know its all a big sham , we give up the right to know whats going on right in front of us as well as the next block and then the rest of the way around the World. Most of what is done is done behind closed doors in what some might say is , " To Closed For Comfort " but Politicians will just say its for the good of the whole, when its the people who are the whole, but I digress. Religion is the only one of the four that is the people, still hidden by those who need secrecy to hold us in a grip of Religious fever. When it all comes down to one thing. Every Religion , known to man and still being practiced and those Religions that have been dead for centuries held the belief that their is at its Core, there is the " Unknown " the One , Father, Most High and the list goes on but the meaning is the same. All over the world for as long as Human beings looked up at the Stars and wondered , How, Why and most important... Who !  Who is behind all this and further still , all from different times, different places and different Peoples. All meaning the same thing but as I just said with differences in Time and Space but the same idea of an all knowing, all Intense, all things in one God.                                                                                                                                                                          So, God set forth in motion, " HIS " simply perfect plan to let life flow and flourish where it will, with Free Will , with Love available along with every other emotion that can be thought of , good , bad, evil or good thrown into the mix to see what comes from allowing Beings , ( I say beings , because I am including Civilization's that are millions of years ahead of use and of course, also , maybe , behind us ) . to be shown a path with every kind of pleasure, pain , Love and Hate, disease and every situation imaginable to find out what would be done if left alone to their own devises for perhaps millions of years or more then come and take a look at what we have done with all that was given us. Starting with the Cavemen and women , up to and then including all the years in between so the strong can be strong and Good or Vile, Bad or Forgiving , until the methods change because we grew, for Good and Bad we grew into Technology . Now there are whole new ways to treat people . Easier to Subjugate , Torture , Disenfranchise all those who say , No. No to War, No to taking children and turning them into Killing Machines, Little Girls into Women over night and against their will, and to Balance things out so good has the same chance as Bad. The Technology and people behind it to create systems to save all these people who are , The Minus People who have no one to see after their happiness and only Prayer to nourish them.                                                                                                                                                                        Now the scene is set and all things that have been put into motion have been played and the answer is in front of us. GOD awakens ! How long has GOD been asleep, if we can call what a GOD does , as sleep. From a slumber , Universe Deep and Wide, Millions of years, allowing us to be what we will be , not caring because , th Iought caught up with us and said if there is a GOD why would the World be this way , when it was us with our Free Will and assumption that we are the top of the Food Chain, the Apex of everything out there. GOD the willing Parent to Worlds of Beings let loose and choosing what will be , trying hard and not knowing that a Balance was put into place for our own good . Take a very close look around , at the Chaos that is all around, because we have no time to look at one another in the eyes and say, you are my Brother and I am yours, no matter where and what your circumstances are , I am there for you as I know you will be there for me. You will defend me , as I you , you hold my life as dear as your own, I will not succumb to Earthly Reality because I know there is a GOD out there watching us with Love for all , if only to ask and be .                                                                                                                          I see for myself the very small people we are, and at times, I worry. Then I see young men and young women who have made a place in this World where the Weak and undefended have Shelter. Where Powerful Money Interest's have hold, I see  Courageous young and old taking each others hands and Marching forward for a better Future... and I worry , just a bit less.                                                                                 GOD in what is know as Infinite Wisdom sees all and knows of those who have lead this fight , with Honor , Love and Courage. There may be hope , there may be Love , but always there is God and maybe in one more 250 Million year Revolution , we will be closer to the " ONE " God than we seem to be , Today.  with

                         I hope you have enjoyed this read, I am glad you have read it and even more so , glad I have written it, it is deep in my Heart , and my belief in the Balance of things. I believe in One God that allows us the Freedom , or Free Will if you like to be what we are  , but know that every  we do has a Balance of equal weight.