Time, The Future And Stuff

I haven't made a post on here in a long time. I guess I ran out of things to say. I feel like getting philosophical today. How about you?

Okay then. I will go on either way. I sometimes wonder about time. Like is it already set and the future is written already, kind of like a book. The idea of free will and choice is just an illusion. The decisions we make today or tomorrow were already going to happen that way. That's why some people can tell the future with accuracy, it is about probabilities. For example Mr X gets his fortune told and the medium says he will meet a beautiful blonde when he travels to Mexico in a fortnight. She is the one. He thinks it's complete twaddle because he has no plans to travel to Mexico in two weeks time. But his boss asks him to go to Mexico on the 29th for an urgent meeting to help secure an important deal and suddenly he has plans to be in Mexico. What happens when he gets there?
The future is fluid, always in motion, always moving away from us.

So about time. According to Edgar Cayce (if you don't know who he is Google the name) in the spiritual world time does not exist. I think he was the source of that idea. It's an intriguing idea. How can time not exist though? That's the only way we know how to measure the passing of life. Maybe it's not that time does not exist there, it's just that they don't care to measure it. Time just passes by unnoticed, so it may as well not exist.

I had a dream a while ago that I invented time travel. Dream researchers would probably tell me all about what it means, but I sometimes have premeditory dreams about my life. I'm not saying that's what that one was though. I'm just putting it out there. So in this dream I had invented this device and it was for travelling in time. But I couldn't tell anyone about it. People are human by nature and so will find ways to exploit and modify things. I could put safeguards on it to prevent abuse of the privilege of traveling through time and prevent people tinkering with past events. But people are brilliant and would find ways around this sooner or later. Even just keeping it a secret would be hard because people talk. This Area 45 that may or may not exist in Nevada is a good example of this. There would soon be rumors that someone had invented the ability to time travel. So it's best if nobody ever invents it for real, if it's even possible.
Then there is the whole thing with time. Is it possible to travel back or forward either within your own lifetime or beyond it? What if you did? You would change time just by existing in a time and place where you were not supposed to be. Maybe the Back To The Future thing would really happen and the universe would implode/explode. Who knows right?
I might just use the device idea I dreamed up and write a story about it. If I'm good at anything it's writing. Even if I haven't got published yet. That's not what matters. It's just confirmation of my skill.

We are all here to learn, that is the purpose of life I believe. So if you've been able to keep up with everything I've been saying I hope it's given you something to think about or maybe taught you something. Whatever else you're doing today I hope it's fun.

Herobrine Furby

I drew this a while back. My kids helped me christen him Herobrine Furby due to his spooky pupil-less eyes. I quite like it. Herobrine refers to that legendary Minecraft fella with no pupils, in case you didn't know.

 

 

 

 

 

People Come Into Your Life For A Purpose

Ever wondered why something happened to you or why you ever met a particular person?

Well I believe everything happens for a reason. People come into your life for a purpose. Sometimes it's for a particular reason, sometimes it's a chapter and sometimes it's forever.

Knowing which is which is probably near impossible at times.

Reason
That person is here to meet a need. You may have expressed this outwardly or maybe only internally, but the universe has answered you.
They are here to assist you through a hard time, to give you guidance and support and help you physically, emotionally or spiritually.
They might seem like a godsend and they are indeed.
They are here for the reason you need them to be.
Then without any wrong doing by you this person will say or do something to end the relationship. Sometimes they die, sometimes they walk out of your life and sometimes they act out and force you to take a stand. This is because the reason has been fulfilled, their work is done and it's time to move on.

Chapter
This person is here because it's time for you need to share, grow or learn.
They might bring you an experience, make you laugh, teach you something you have never done before or just give you an incredible amount of joy.
Believe it cause it's real, but only for a small chapter of your life.

Forever
Relationships that last a lifetime  are here because that person is here to teach you a lesson that will take that long or longer to learn.
These are things that you should build  on in order to give yourself a solid emotional environment.
Accept the lesson, love the person in whatever way you can and use what you have learnt in all other relationships and areas of life.

These were written to apply positively, only to positive experiences, but I'm sure the same can be said for the negative parts of your life.
The difference is the people that give you bad experiences are not there to give you a lesson that you have consciously asked the universe to provide. But accept the experiences any way you can and try to learn from them.

If someone is in your life for good and they do not seem to be providing any positive influence in a way that would fit under the forever heading above, then it is highly likely the two of you have some unfinished business from a past life. Either that or they have already served their purpose in your life and you have simply refused to let them go.

I could go on, but I will leave it there for now.
I will just leave you with this thought : They say that love is blind and if that's true then friendship is clairvoyant.

CISPA

Help spread the word and stand up against censorship. Monday April 22nd CISPA blackout :
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Riddle

I'm looking over your shoulder,
But not standing behind you.
I've read your emails,
But didn't need your log in details.
I know where you live,
But I'm not stalking you.
I'm spending your money,
But I'm not a friend or relative.
To me you are just a statistic.
Who am I?

Life

Hey folks or possibly nobody.
I'm in a bad place right now and need to share. I feel like what's the point of life? I mean why am I even here? I get it, life is a lesson. But what is the point of my life beyond that basic thing?
I don't know how to find the answer to that. I'm a creative person and I like to create. It might be fun to even make a business from that somehow. That's the tricky bit. I can't find employment and am bored sitting at home. I don't know how or where to focus my attention. Sure I have kids and I nurture them, but I sometimes wonder if I'm doing so great at that. I just want to curl up and cry and never stop. That sounds like depression but I don't have time for that rubbish. I need another purpose in life. Being a single parent is not fulfilling enough. I could drink alcohol and temporarily feel better. The solution to life is out there. I just need to find it. It's not in a pill or the bottom of a bottle of rum. It comes from within. The black pit of despair in my heart has sucked it up that's all.

Run Chapter 1

I have been trying to sell this story to a publishing agent for a long time and I am starting to loose hope. I think it is just not sellable. If that is the case it is a tragedy because I think it is well written. Biased? Me? Lol. Here is the beginning of it. I hope whoever stumbles across my blog is interested enough and has the time to sit and read through the latest three posts. Any serious feedback or opinions posted in the comments would be most apreciated. x
The first chapter :

Fred Davis and I have been watching this house for the last hour, but it feels like at least triple that. Our other companion, Malcolm O’Leary is sat behind the wheel, his left elbow casually leaning on the cranked down window and if I know him his eyes are scanning the darkened street in front of the car, his senses alert.


I snap the cuff of one of the latex gloves I’m wearing against my wrist, listening to the sounds of the warm breeze rustling the leaves in the trees and distant sirens that are drifting into the car. Thoughts of Chrissie fill my mind. Her pretty, smiling face, the way her blonde curls fall, her creamy skin. A sigh escapes my lips and Davis turns to look at me.

I check my watch. Miles Joseph left for work about ten minutes ago. I think it’s safe to strike now. Glancing around the deserted street I give Davis the signal to step out of the car.

O’Leary stays put as we cross the street, creeping round to the back door of the Joseph house.

Ignoring the tabby cat stalking something I can’t see rustling in the long grass on the back lawn, I shove my elbow through the window in door and the glass shatters noisily.

Startled, both the cat and its prey scatter.

Putting a gloved hand carefully through the opening, I turn the catch and the tumblers fall open.

Davis follows me inside, glass crunching under our feet.

The kitchen is shrouded in darkness and all is quiet, apart from the steady tick tock of the large circular clock on the kitchen wall keeping time and the hum of the refrigerator.

The back door clicks shut behind Davis.

There is no light beyond the kitchen doorway. Creeping into the front hall, I peer into the lounge. This room is also dark and devoid of life.

“Where is she?” Davis whispers in my ear.

I shrug my shoulders and move towards the foot of the stairs, nearly falling over a pair of high heel shoes that have been left strewn across the bottom step.

“Up there!” I hiss to him, spying a faint light upstairs.

I creep up the stairs, closely followed by Davis. A step near the top creaks loudly and there is a noise from one of the rooms upstairs, but my steady pace doesn’t falter.

At the top of the stairs there are several doors in the hallway. The nearest one is open a crack and there is light shining round the door.

I push the door open, but the room is empty.

“There’s nobody here.” I say, turning to look at Davis.

“Well she can’t have gone far.” He comes into the room behind me and points at the open book lying face down on the bed.

I walk over to a pair of large double door on the opposite wall and throw them open.

“Hello Mrs Joseph!” I grin at the terrified woman before me.

She stares at me, her grey eyes wide and fearful and her face a picture of shocked horror.

“W-who are you?” She stutters, her eyes flicking between my face and where Davis is stood over my shoulder. “What d-do you want?”

“It’s time to come out of the closet.” Davis says, now standing close behind me.

Marie’s hands are clutched tightly under her breasts and I notice there is something beneath her hands. She sees me looking and spreads her fingers, trying to keep whatever it is concealed.

“What have you got there?” I question, yanking at her hands.

“Just take what you came for and leave!” Marie cries out.

“I don’t think you need to be calling anybody.” I smile, pushing the disconnect button and handing the cordless phone to Davis. My smile is cold and unfeeling.

“We’re here for you!” Davis whispers to her.

Her expression turns into a mask of pure terror.

“No!” She calls out and backs further into the closet.

“You a party girl, baby?” I question, my eyes surveying her body and a smile on my lips. She is wearing a silky nightgown and it’s kinda sexy.

“Oh I think she is!” Davis grins.

“What do you want with me?” Marie questions.

“You’re coming with us, right now.” Davis says, pointing his gun at her.

I grab her by the arm and lead her towards the bedroom door, my gun tight in her side.

“If you co-operate, maybe we’ll be nice.” I whisper in her ear.

“You’re making a big mistake!” She responds.

We lead her down the stairs and out the back door.

“Ow!” She gasps. “I think I cut my feet.”

“Keep quiet and we won’t bind you up and stick you in the trunk!” I feel a chill run down her arm at this.

“Get in!” Davis whispers to her.

She sits in the back with me and Davis climbs in beside O’Leary.

“What took you two so fucking long?” He questions, tersely.

“Where are you taking me?” Marie whispers.

“You’ll find out when we get there.” O’Leary snaps, driving away from her house.

Davis points his gun at Marie, as I wrap some duck tape round her wrists.

“What are you doing?” She gasps.

“It’s a safety precaution.” I smile at her, slicing through the tape and letting the roll fall back underneath Davis’ seat.

“My husband is a police officer.” Marie says her tone hardening. “If you hurt me, you’ll be dead before you can say ‘I want a lawyer.’ The department looks after its own.”

“We know who your husband is.” Davis responds.

“And when we are done with you.” I add, leaning in close and dropping my voice. “We are going to see to it that the only person Officer Joseph talks to is the undertaker.”