Light Of Truth, Love And Life +6: (Unedited): 10 Nov 2024:

While in the darkness of delusion you shall not discern the fog of deception within your own mind.

C.J.MacKechnie

While in the depths of darkness you will not see the fog which surrounds you. You may feel the cold wetness upon your face and deep chill in your soul.

C.J.MacKechnie

It is only from the purest light of truth can you perceive the fog which tries and fails to envelope you with lies and half truths. 

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While in the chilling mists of an all encompassing fog which blinds you and keeps you from your safe destination. The light of truth shall guide you and burn away all uncertainty. 

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The source of the lying and deceiving fog is to perpetuate your loneliness, self suffering and harm. Always, keep your focus on the light of truth.

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The lying and deceiving fog in life will always try to keep you separated and isolated from the source of truth, love and life. 

C.J.MacKechnie

Keep your focus on the light of truth. It is only the light of truth which reveals the darkness and fog in life. So in those things revealed as signs means you can avoid them. 

C.J.MacKechnie

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REPENT! REPENT! REPENT!

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Go and sin no more.

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To avert all of the coming bad and sad prophecies. We each must decide to do the following everyday, every hour, every minute and every second.

To Love one another.

To live in peace with everyone.

To exist in harmony with all.

To Cherish all life.

To be obedient to the Laws of God.

To become righteous and holy by the accepting eyes of God only.

All without any pride, ego, arrogance, supremacy and entitlements.
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One Family Becoming Extinct? 10: (Unedited): 19 March 2023:

 As humanity gets closer and closer to their self chosen extinction. There will be fewer and fewer genuine prophets to foretell the future. 

C.J.MacKechnie

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Genuine mentors will be the first to disappear while the last prophet will speak those last prophetic words when humanity can no longer be saved. 

C.J.MacKechnie

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The end of the world as you know is coming. The end of promising to do it better next time is a falsehood among many to be believed. 

C.J.MacKechnie

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The individual snowflake which is alone in it's own free fall flight knows not it's own story until it becomes a part of the stream, a part of the river and a part of the ocean. Then and only then will the snowflake know who it's true brethren are. 

C.J.MacKechnie

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The mists, the fogs, the rains, the snows and the ice know not one another until they become once again a part of the wholeness of the ocean currents. 

C.J.MacKechnie

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The mist fights with the fog. The fog fights with the rain. The rain fights with the snow. The snow fights with the ice. The ice fights with the mists. Each obviously not like the other and yet they each are not aware they are all one and the same. 

C.J.MacKechnie

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The turbulence's, pressures, turmoils and heats in your life may change your state of being and you may blow whistling steam from time to time.  Yet you cannot change who you have been but, you can change who you are today and tomorrow. You cannot change how you began but you can change how you continue on and how you complete this journey in your life. 

C.J.MacKechnie

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You have the power within you to change any predicted unfortunate certainties in your life just as easily as you have the power to change any other vague possibility which may be seen or perceived by deaf eyes, blind ears and confused minds. 

C.J.MacKechnie

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You the individual snow flake has the power of change from one fate and into another. Fore at one time you were separate elements, then you were the fog, the mist, the rain drop, the ice rain, the stream, the river, the lake and the ocean. It is humanity who continually divides even though the ocean and all of the water is just one entity. So to are you and all who are around you and not in your presence. For the whole of you all(humanity) are one and always have been. 

C.J.MacKechnie

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It was not the confusing of your tongues which divided your single human family. It was your individual decisions on how you handle and deal with a presented difference being caused upon you/us all. It was your human ancestors who choose to divide themselves from the whole. It is you humans today who continue to divide yourselves into the nothingness of forever.  Your human family is and still is whole as indicated by your revealed genetics in which even the author signed His own name into your/our code as any artist does with the finished canvas they created with love. 

C.J.MacKechnie

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Where is your hope? Where and what is your state of being? Who are you and are you really certain that you are who you think you are? What if I told you we were brothers or you were my sister? Do you even have the capacity to believe my words as a mater of fact? 8 plus billion human souls on this planet and we are all one family and of one artistic creation/design. We were all meant to love one another, to live in peace with each other, to exist in harmony with all things and to cherish all life. Any human which causes you to become the contrary of the purple words below is they themselves deeply deceived or fully knowing and has embraced the deceiving evil that is within them. 

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God put His name in your DNA. Think about it and what are the odds of that occurring by accident or random happenstance? You cannot argue the math. All of humanity is more than 99.9% genetically the same. The supporting math is more than 99.99% accurate. This is as close to certainty that humanity can achieve at this state in our human development. 

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The hope in the survival of humanity is in the purple words below. But, those purple words below is just a part of the whole truth that this simple lowly human can even begin to understand.

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REPENT! REPENT! REPENT!

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Go and sin no more.

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To avert all of the coming bad and sad prophecies. We each must decide to do the following everyday, every hour, every minute and every second.

To Love one another.

To live in peace with everyone.

To exist in harmony with all.

To Cherish all life.

To be obedient to the Laws of God.

To become righteous and holy by the accepting eyes of God only.

All without any pride, ego, arrogance, supremacy and entitlements.
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Musings of an American Truck Driver books
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http://www.amazon.com/books/dp/1477629769

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Rocket Explosion Dream: (Unedited): 27 July 2020:

These things are not about me being right. It is only about correcting any bad and sad situation. Yea, I know how that sounds and yet I still wrote it. If your not a rocket man or a super secret military man then it don't matter to you. But, if you are. Then if something sounds close. Then take the necessary actions if possible.
I remembered this all the way until after work and at night. So it must mean something and if what happens after I write these things are real then I know what happens next.
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I had a dream last night about an exploding rocket. That sums it up except it was odd.
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I was above the rocket and able to see more than I humanly can. The count down was not seen. There was cloud cover maybe fog. The launch was still a "Go" across the board. Then it is less than 2 seconds and then less than 1 second and then zero. Something should have happened and something was just no fire and no explosion. Then came the explosion which was not like I've ever seen. Deleted how it appeared.
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I was still there looking around and I saw but did not see energy coming into the launch area. Which I could see the clouds developing from nothing and from the invisible energy. So this was a planned attack on an American launch. I saw spies everywhere and they all talked about the classified military package. Deleted classified information. Deleted satellite info. The information about this satellite was such a concern to Russia and China. That they both planned an attack on the rocket while it was still on the ground. They both together decided to use energy based weapons to blow up the rocket. Energy based weapons do not leave behind any evidence. But, the effects and reactions caused an odd display of an explosion. Maybe, It was deleted or deleted deleted deleted... A military game changer satellite and the first of many. I think that is enough. Except, I cannot stress enough just how many spies are in your midst. In this part of the dragged on boring dream. They all effectively and concisely communicated with whom they were supposed to communicate with and they all got away with it. They all got paid and no official government person ever became suspicious. That the explosion was sabotage and or an actual military attack. Which is beyond the scope of any civilian.
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Added on 29 July 2020: When I wrote that Russia and China received all communications in the clear without any American agency to be made aware. This means that 100% of the very classified military satellite is and was fully known as in every aspect all the way down to the conceptualization, plans, theories, intentions, performances, all of it. Although, civilians will never know. But, the spies in your midst has done far greater harm than any other known spy before. This is far worse than the release of Americas most advanced guidance systems to Russia. During the Bill Clinton administration. How many levels of spies is that?
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I knew that this secret rocket with altered intentions was to be purposely launched by NASA at the Cape for obvious reasons and to cause everyone minimal concerns as well as minimal questions. Except, the spies are everywhere and they knew before the classified even traveled from it's origin. Even at the origin the classified was known. No I do not know the origin or am not allowed to know.
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Preventative measures.
Catch your spies. Ya'll no how to do it.
Launch from a classified and highly secure location.
Communicate that the launch is classified. Your enemies already knew or will know because of their spies among you.
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The Digital Cloud: (Unedited): 18 March 2018:

That which comes from "The Cloud" is "Digital Rain. When "The Cloud" fills the mind of people, will the human mind get lost in the "Digital Fog"?
C.J.MacKechnie

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Added on 19 March 2018:
Digital Cloud #2: (Unedited): 19 March 2019:
The digital fog and the digital rain can cloud your vision and judgement from what is genuinely true and real.
C.J.MacKechnie
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To avert all of the coming bad and sad prophecies. We each must decide to do the following everyday, every hour, every minute and every second.

To Love one another.

To live in peace with everyone.

To exist in harmony with all.

To Cherish all life.

To be obedient to the Laws of God.

To become righteous and holy by the accepting eyes of God only.

All without any pride, ego, arrogance, supremacy and entitlements.
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Truth of Delusion: (Edited): 22 Dec 2017:

A powerful delusion is like a thick, wet, cold fog which chills you to the core. You may not be able to see through the fog, but you know the stars remain in the heavens. So too is the truth of all things, the love and thirst for all of the truths, even if they do not feel so good.

C.J.MacKechnie

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The fog of any powerful delusion in your life is burned away when you are repentant, pursue righteousness and seek the face of God.

C.J.MacKechnie

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Added on 17 June 2024: 

There is great power in delusion believed and expressed. So much so that those who believe the lie will become hardened like Lot's wife. For the people of this world has already been saved. Just don't look back in sin like Lot's wife or you too shall become a pillar of salt.

C.J.MacKechnie

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The powerful delusions in life have been sent to us all by God. God himself forewarned us all not to allow ourselves to become deceived, yet most of us have been, like the lie of the races of humanity and the idea that we are alone in the universe, plus the piling on of millions upon billions or trillions of lies. All of the lies and deceptions suffocate us from the truth and blind us to what is truthful.
It is simple to know. If you're unrepentant, unrighteous, unholy as only which is defined by God, then you are not actively expressing love, mercy and compassion of Christ wherever you encounter the opportunity. If you do these things or even if you do because you have to in order to save your own skin, then you may actually be one of the lawless.
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 To avert all of the coming bad and sad prophecies. We each must decide to do the following everyday, every hour, every minute and every second.

To Love one another.

To live in peace with everyone.

To exist in harmony with all.

To Cherish all life.

To be obedient to the Laws of God.

To become righteous and holy by the accepting eyes of God only.

All without any pride, ego, arrogance, supremacy and entitlements.
==============
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Breathe Truth: (Unedited): 17 July 2013:

If you are not willing to pierce the fog of lies and deceptions with reason and logic. You will never see the light of truth or freely breathe the fresh air of peace. 

C.J.MacKechnie

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Fogs Freedom (R-Edited) 25 march 2012

In the darkest times of your life, when danger's death surrounds you, keep your head and do not fear the fog as it envelopes you like a protective blanket. For the fog will confuse that which lurks for you, enabling you to find the light of freedom and safety.
C.J.MacKechnie
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As a child I was often locked in a closet. This was usually after getting beaten, sometimes knocked out. This went on for about 5 years. Then I was thrown into the small closet near the front door of our Clearwater home. I can still remember in the beginning where I would go into an absolute hysterical  panic in the darkness with those unknown things touching me everywhere. I would pass out on the floor with my face close to the door trying to breathe air. Over time, I came to realize that it was a place where no one was hurting me. I came to realize this was a safe place. Once my adoptive mother realized that there wasn't any psychological effect in locking me in the closet anymore, she stopped the practice and began other, more subtle psychological attacks. 

Any where you are or any place you are there may be fog. That fog may be easily seen with your eyes or may be from the absence of reasonable and logical thinking processes. Just stop for a moment and get your brain back in order. Start thinking reasonably, logically and objectively. Yes, those three words are similar but they are also very different. Either way, become sensibly aware of the inherent truth around you. Am I damaged? Am I still being hurt? Free yourself with proactive objective logic and get help. Immediately. As in right now. ASAP.  

I remember my tree. Yep, it's my camphor tree. I discovered it late one night. It had all of these tentacles and I knew it was a place of great danger. Well, I was the Bat-man on my black Webco bike. So, I proceeded into the darkness and fog of mind to investigate the thing. I knew I was fast and quick. After all, the mom hadn't killed me yet, really. So I protected the bike by setting it down a safe distance away and began a perimeter search to gain a safe entry through the long hairs (tall grass) of this monstrous beast, apparently sleeping. It will never know what hit him. Noiselessly I move through the tall grass and break through the hidden inside perimeter. There it is, a huge hulking creature which in that moment I knew could easily defeat the evil Godzilla-the destroyer of Japan. 

I am so close I could touch it. I stop to listen and heard absolutely nothing. Then I swiftly attack the heart of this great tentacled beast. The maw at the heart of the beast was closed. I sat quietly and fell into a rarely experienced deep sleep. The morning was old and my bike easily seen in the already warm sun. 

I visited my camphor tree often. Slept in it when it was too dangerous for me to be home. I took my last girlfriend there for our first kiss. Nothing ever happened to me at that tree. It is almost like GOD put that tree there as my personal safe place. I recently visited my tree. Many of the branches have been cut away. The cradle in the center of the tree is still there. If you ever visit please pray for my tree and thank it for keeping at least one child safe. 

John
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We were going to the Pinellas County fair in the early 1970's. WooHoo. Excitedly my mom said I didn't need anything to eat or drink. I was hungry and thirsty. I remember that part. I should have been suspicious. But, Dad was going too. I should have been suspicious because he never wanted to do anything with me, or was that be seen with me? Either way is true. I just wanted to be with them. To be together. Mom declared all of her threats, which were going to be real regardless. Going to the fair and riding the rides was worth it.
We got there in downtown Largo, FL. All of the rides could be easily seen. There were happy people everywhere. I remember it was a hot day. They walked and walked fast. I was telling them I wanted a Coke many times. For some odd reason I just could not keep up. Then they were in the crowd ignoring my cries. Then they were gone and I was lost.  It was the whole world who could not keep up with me. Then I could see myself grab a hold of a hand. Instant darkness.
I started to wake up inside of a tent. The nurses were there and needles were in my arm. It was foggy and blurry. My mom and dad came into the tent and the nurses were really angry. We went home and I laid down in the back seat. End of memory.
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I came home from school. Snuck into the house and found my mother passed out in her chair. Her Scotch and water was nearly empty. The ice was still intact, which meant I could watch a little T.V. Channel 44 WTOG in their bedroom. I knew I would be trapped if she woke up angry. I didn't hear her get up. The show must have been really good. Maybe it was Batman. Then there she was in the door. She lunged at me with that absolute look of evil on her face. It was time to run or just fall out of the chair. Headed toward the wrong end of the bedroom, I ran into her walk-in closet. This was not smart as I closed her folding doors behind me and dove into a back corner of the closet. She came in - in a rage. She search and yelled. Moved and kicked boxes. Then began to calm down as she could not find me. I remained perfectly still. She walked out in search of me. I could hear her get very worried. But it was a different kind of worry which did not involve me. I could hear her call for me everywhere in the house, saying all of the doors are chain locked. She made anther drink and went to her pill cabinet. I waited until it was quiet and made my escape to the outdoors. 

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On another day I was yet again in her room watching T.V. I had become so brazen that I knew I could escape her clutches and beatings. She caught me again. This time I ran toward the closet and she was close. I ran across her bed and dove like a quick cat behind the wicker framed couch in the livingroom. It was the kind of couch with four pillows tied to the frame for the back and four to sit on. There is nothing else. Just a frame and pillows a yucky brown and gold with flowery flowers of some kind. I made the quick right hand turn and dove behind the couch and into the frame. She saw me and picked up the entire couch and easily moved it to the side. All the while screaming her very real threats. She didn't see me and thrust the end of the couch forward and dropped it. Proclaiming she had me. She moved to the other wall to get me and I was not there. She got worried when she could not find me. She looked all around for me and still could not find me. I could hear her in the kitchen, making her drink and getting her pills. Then she went into her bedroom and closed the door. I waited a minute and quietly came out of the couch and outside into the daylight.
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Those two escape are just a few that I remember. The majority of the time I was beaten and knocked out. in the beginning I would just come to her for the beatings, then just figured out it doesn't matter.
I remember I had set up my quick exits and opened the doors and windows. It was a beautiful day. Mom was angry for some reason and as usual dad was not around, because when dad was around she would beat on him. I was in the guest room. This was an off-limits room. We had a custom-made bar which was built by my dad and the stereo was there too. I just wanted to listen to the radio (WLCY). Well, I got myself trapped and made it to the hallway. I was at a run when I approached the sliding glass door I had opened earlier. It wasn't open. Well, I woke up in the small closet.
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The Birthday parties. Christmas. Easter and even a Family wedding. They were all very traumatic events for me. Why would I say that. It is because before the each event I was always threatened. Which every time was followed up with beatings and more very bad words. I always did something wrong. I could never do anything right. Ever.
I remember my last birthday party. We were all sitting around a table bout to eat tomato soup. My mom had given everyone their soup and I was last. She was telling everyone how hot it was as she accidentally spilled the hot soup onto my arm. My skin began to roll up into what looked like a bracelet. I vaguely remember some whispered choice words for my mom from the other adults.  I had a cast on my arm for a long time. Was it my fault? Was it her fault? To much time has passed for me to remember correctly. Although, the faded scar still remains on my arm to this day.
When you teach a child about Santa Claus. What is the worst thing you can tell a kid? Think for a minute about the Christmas build-up. For me it was always the threat build-up. Then the beatings prior to Christmas seemed to also ramp up a bit. After Christmas, Everything changed. It was almost like the day was unimportant. Mom and dad seemed uninterested in the openings of gifts. The only gift I got for my Birthday was my black Webco Bike. With it. I had my freedom of escape. I could always get onto my bike which I left under my bedroom window and just be gone into the darkness. Which when it was to dangerous for me to be at home. I was gone, until that fateful day when the Clearwater Police finally caught me. They were never really after me as much as they wanted to make sure I was alive and unharmed. For a kid who did not understand that. The cops were after me.
There I was watching to horrible horror movies at the old drive in theater. I had two speakers on my handle bars. Listening in stereo. Yea, It was cool. The last movie got really gross. Something about eating people with your underarm pits. So, I put up the speakers and Went zooming out of the exit as fast as possible. Across the street was sitting Clearwater police. They never paid me no mind before, But this time. His lights went on. The chase was on. I knew he had no chance in catching me. Because, If I could make it to the woods. I was gone and I made it to the woods. Got into my neighborhood. Very quiet. Made the quick stop to observe the pointed cross of Clearwater Christian Church and then glided down hill to my street. It is very late at night. As I made the silent Left hand turn onto my street. There they were. Several Police cars in my front yard. The K9 dog in one squad car barked and scared me. I began to approach the house and an officer asked if I was me. I said yes. Then he told me to put my bike away and come with him. I sat in his front seat. He showed me his light buttons and tried to impart some wisdom. That today, I wish I could remember. All I knew and was thinking. I was going to jail and all of those bad awful things my mom had told me was absolutely true. It had to be. They didn't go to jail. Only me. That was my first night in Florida Foster Care. Spending part of the night in Pinellas County Juvenile Detention Center in isolation. The isolation room was for my protection. But, no one told me. All see through glass and it was cold.
The very first shelter home was the next morning after court. No one spoke to me that I remember. I guess everyone just agreed that I was to dumb to understand and I didn't. I spent about 3 months in a shelter home. Told to always be quiet. No school. Just silent and alone with another 10 or so kids who were also being silent and alone.
They had a trampoline and we took turns in pairs. So as long as we were quiet as in silent. I received a gift from my dad. An Am/FM radio in which I could listen to WLCY radio. The radio was stolen after about a week and the shelter parents didn't seem to care about it. 
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This section is supposed to be positive and inspiring.
This will grow as I remember other stories of my childhood. They are not very pleasant. No matter what the fog is in your life, the trials and tribulations, there is an end to it all. There always is. For former foster kids, they seem to just exist or live as though all of the abuse and tortures endured are still happening or are about to. Once you are free of your abusers, you are free. Do not go back to those places where you endured all of that, not even within your own mind. Just know that all of the abuse and torture you have endured and survived was never about what you did or did not do. It was never even about you. It was about them, your parents or other family members. It was about those foster parents who did terrible things to you and then blamed it all on you. Yep, even the counselors blamed you. You were always the guilty one. All of that is done and gone. Now, just look up into the sky and know the whole of it is now yours. You are free. You are free. You are free.
Now is the time to plan your future. A good future. Not a future as statistically predicted by the FBI. A future that you plan by your own free choices. I know you probably do not have as much of an education as you should have gotten. But that is alright. Start to get your education right now. Then go to college and get your degrees. Yes, plural. Do not allow your own mind to tell you that you are too far behind and it is impossible or too hard, which is absolutely wrong. You're not going to risk dying just by going to college. Going to school for you will just be mildly difficult to tedious. The hard part is behind you. The impossible is behind you and you conquered it already. You are the victor. As the victor you get to march off in victory. Typically former foster kids become homeless, imprisoned or become a member in the unaccepted cultures of society. You do not have to be any of those things that are a part of those negative cultures. Yes, they will accept you, but you will continue to witness a great variety of negativeness and harmful living, which usually results in poor quality of life and a short life span.
Now is your time to create and make your own future of which you can be proud, a future which will further define to your tormentors just how much they failed in life. You can achieve all according to your own will and intentions. Go forth. Work hard and work smart without cessation. Then maybe you can have that home of your own with a family of your own. When you do, I bet your very own children won't become abused or tortured as you have been.
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http://clearwater.patch.com/groups/around-town/p/champion-camphor-grows-in-clearwater

http://news.google.com/newspapers?nid=950&dat=19790328&id=neYLAAAAIBAJ&sjid=8FgDAAAAIBAJ&pg=4938,3317812
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Edited by: R.: 02 July 2013: 12 July 2013:
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More stories to be added as I remember them.
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