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Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Erasers End: (Unedited): 02 Dec 2015:

The end of your eraser doesn't mean your pencil is no longer of good use. It does mean however for you to stop making the same old mistakes and depending on your eraser for continually correcting all of your ongoing errors. 
C.J.MacKechnie 
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Can you handle the mind set of not making mistakes, of doing whatever it is you do correctly and perfectly the first time. Well, I write with a pen. I made that decision a long time ago.
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Back to pencils.
I saw it as a way for me to begin bettering myself even before I knew the concept or even phrasing of it even existed. It was a deep emotional need. I saw the pen as a tool for the process of betterment. The pen became that which changed the way I think. No longer did I give myself permission to make mistakes and when I did make mistakes. I figured it out instead of just erasing the error and giving myself the permission that it was OK.
Yet today, The new struggles which vexes me only manifest more and more physical errors.
Today in this modern age we have new digital erasers. They are called "backspace" and "Delete" buttons.
The perfecting of you begins when you think about how you consider mistakes. Do you just erase and forget or do you analyze your mistakes in order not to repeat them. This is a path to perfection.

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Monday, October 5, 2015

Dr. John Fifty: (Unedited): 05 Oct 2015:

Good Defined: (Unedited): 05 Oct 2015:
I choose to be defined by my new and good memories.
C.J.Mackechnie
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Well, I'm Fifty. Never thought I would live past twenty four. I'm still on this life Journey which seems to be not mine. But, I'm now OK with this ride. I've become a husband of more than 25 years. I'm a father of 3 awesome men and one beautiful daughter who stole my heart. Apparently I've become a writer who doesn't know how to write. Go Figure. Today, I'm very thankful to have had a life as rich as I have had so far. Very thankful. I wouldn't wish it upon anyone else. But the last 25 years was good. I've always had work and always worked hard. Could have been better but there has been to much to overcome while at the same time trying and failing to support my wife and kids. Family, the one thing I always wanted and had to learn how to be a member of one.
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Today, My lightning burns on my left temple decided to show their elusive selves today. It kind of looks like a two branched tree. No leaves. I guess it's my only tat. Maybe, my brother will like this revelation. That his tat-less brother has a secret one. I showed my very excited daughter. I think that was the entry. The exit was elsewhere.
I started reflecting on this life journey and how it is just not logically possible I survived. Or how I can save Mr. G group home family, bad stuck 4X4's. By doing all of the wrong things at the wrong time and yet still be able to meet up with all of the right people at the right time in the Oldsmar mud. That's a story where the door opens as i fly through it. And how is it that a 18 wheeler truck driver gets back there? just to give me a ride? Really. I would never had done that, ever. Maybe, something spooky? probably not.
Yea, read those words on the right column. That is the limited version.
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Dr. John.
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It seems those that have endured the most abuse have the most bad memories. It is easy for those who have endured the most hardship to identify themselves by the kind of memories they have. The vast majority of my memories were bad. So i identified myself as bad. But, once i started to create good memories and to act with good manners. The bad memories began to fade away and the belief that I may actually be good began to grow and develop within me. So to other concepts such as Honor, respect.
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Saturday, November 15, 2014

Educational Flashback: (Unedited): 15 Nov 2014:

:FLASHBACK:
Incredible Headache right now. Pressure and tension in the back of my neck. I feel heat.
My body is here in this time and Now. But, my mind is back when I was 17 years old. Spring is in full swing in Florida of 1983. Most everyone I knew were all excited about their college prospects and their futures as adults on their own for the first time. Of course I'm writing this with my current adult perspective. But, back then. I didn't understand. I didn't even understand the concept of wearing gowns for graduating. I did not even understand the importance of graduating high school or the symbolic importance of it. After all, most kids have worked hard for 12 years in order to prepare for college and then onto their selected careers.
For me there was no preparation. School was only that something that I had to go to because it was the law. School was a place where I was not welcomed. I have wondered why I was not strong enough to work beyond those limitations that I believed in. That everyone believed in. I was a defective person with an IQ of about 70. I believed it. I was prescribed 50 Mg of Cylert and 50 Mg of Ritalin. I was raised in a house of abuse and torture. I never did any home work and never had to. Yet, I was still passed along. Then those foster care years. Where education was not important at all and every teacher in school didn't expect very much from me. I had a guardian and they all seemed to know that I was a trouble maker. That why kids are in foster care? right? because we have caused all of the problems in our families and our parents could not control us kids. Even though I was adopted. Yea, the adoptive mother told me that she should have never adopted me. So, how could I have even had a fair chance/opportunity for any type of an education? There wasn't.
Back to 1983. That is where my mind still is and I'm coping as I type it.
I knew there was a college and it was called St. Petersburg Junior College. I knew those adults studied something but I wasn't really sure nor was I even aware what for.
Some of those whom I hung out with were going to colleges far away and to Florida State and to other Colleges. They were excited and I felt their excitement and wanted that for myself. So, I talked with my dad and I sent out for information to the University of Alabama's engineering dept. That is what my dad was and where he went to college. So, why not. I had a very deep admiration for him. The respect he garnered from everyone else. He was incredibly intelligent and everyone knew it who worked with him. I could see this and feel it as well. I wanted that for me.
The end of the school year was coming and the beach was calling me. The graduation celebration was going on and ended and I still could not fathom as to why. Some friends were packing up and making more arrangements for after high school. Spending more time with their parents as opposed to going out to Clearwater beach.

Well, A bomb hit me. I had to go to summer school in order to graduate high school. Some class I never took in the ninth grade was a required course and was necessary in order to graduate. No one even caught it. Well, My attitude was. Oh well, i quit.  I'm done with it all. I just don't care. Yes, that is right. I had made that decision over one single class. Well, the dad didn't accept that decision at all and proclaimed that I would go and that I would finish. So, I did. He had never really been forceful with me over anything. This time he made that difference.
So I went to that one ninth grade social studies class and passed it. It was easy and the teacher had mercy upon me.

I received the University of Alabama, School of Engineering welcome and information booklets. I wanted so much to be positively excited about something in my life. Even though I had no clue and no direction. I read everything with anticipation and excitement. The history and going to a school my dad went to as well as the rest of the family. This is the next step in a young persons life and I was clearly seeing it. This leads to more opportunities. Even though I wasn't exactly clear on what that meant.
Then I got to the minimum requirements page and my heart just sank. My high school GPA was a 1.81 something. Which doesn't really qualify you for entry to anywhere let alone a top notch university. What little self esteem I had was lower than ever. I watched people say good bye to their old friends and said goodbye to them as well. Never saw them again.
I would assume they went onto college. Celebrated graduation and entered adulthood with excitement.
Sitting on the living room floor. My dad was quiet and I just threw it all away. I'm useless. Now all of a sudden I'm thinking about my future. The other kids had 12 years to prepare and plan for college and adulthood. I only thought about this for less than 45 days+/-. That quickly I was denied.
My hope was again gone. What little bit of hope I had and I wasn't even aware of and now I'm aware of hope and it was gone. This has been a brutal joke and just accepted that my life would end in some tragedy. Thus ending it all. It would probably be the best thing for my dad if I died. He never really cared as I knew I was an embarrassment to him and yet again I proved it.
So I just went on living my life as I had done. Until, I died. I figured I could not live past 24 years of age.
End of Flashback. Though the head ache is still very painful. Sounds hurt. Lights hurt. The typing rings echoes in my brain.
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:Prophetic Observations:
Back in 1983. A four year college degree would support your family pretty well. With only one parent working. Today, This what I am about to say seems to still be some secret. You now must have and be able to obtain multiple related college degrees. In order to have a comfortable lifestyle. In which both parents must work. In thirty years. These are the changes in which I have witnessed.
I do foresee more education for more advancements and income potential. The day where all you need is a single four year college degree is over. Do not become forty years old with only one singular four year college degree and do not get entrapped with one of those fake college degrees from Phoenix, Devry or ITT type of phony schools.
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Please learn this wisdom and understand it's message. Make those right and correct decisions in your life. Plan your progressing educational future accordingly. Accept this truth that education is forever and is necessary for promotion and more income potentials.
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I am exhausted from this. Back pain and tensions. I work through this one. I do not drink nor take drugs. I do not smoke anything. I do not take any mind altering medications.
When you have much trauma in your life. You just gotta let it flow and learn all you can from those flashbacks. It also, helps to have much hugs while your enduring through them.
You must understand. To take any mind altering medication does not help you through the healing process. It hinders and stops it. Drinking alcohol and smoking also do not help you in healing from what ever trauma in which you have survived. Even if the end results of your trauma is, that there is no logical way or reason as to why you have survived. But you/I did. Because, of that fluke of nature. We must choose to march forward and onward.
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NO EXCUSES for the life you want for yourself tomorrow. Live all of your tomorrows with purpose, focus, determination and meaning. Your not a fluke nor are you an accident.
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Monday, March 11, 2013

Personal Comments: (UNedited): Various Dates:

Jun 12, 2010
I really hate when people say to those who are suffering from past trauma. To stop living in the past. When the result of everyday life is directly related to your past. You may not be able to do anything about your past but you can do something about your today and your tomorrow. By doing things that are positive and constructive in your life. Can you then begin the healing process. The healing process will truly begin when you begin to live clean. When you begin to live your life in accordance to old religious values. Just don't give up.
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Jun 15, 2010
I'm a social misfit. I guess it is because I spent most of my childhood heavily medicated. Did not go to school much. I wasn't taught anything. Beside why should they. I had a tested IQ of 70. Then there was the closet. The belt. Other weapons of discipline. Being knocked out by various means. Mom proclaiming that we should not have adopted you. As a child of around 10. I have slept in a tree, under a railroad bridge. Inside of the big pier 60 on Clearwater beach, FL.
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Jun 28, 2010
with no one she quietly enters. Love so pure within her softly beating heart. Dark sparks of invisible misfire emanates from her very real mind. She dutifully sits at a table and silently waits for her love to bring her a popeyes fried chicken meal. She never takes her eyes off of him. The crowd dissipates. Confusion and loss sets in as she pushes up her rectangle rimmed glasses. She hand combs her auburn hand cut hair. Without a sound she walks up to the popeyes counter and asks where the man went who was just standing here a minute ago. The popeyes woman reinforcing her realty of delusion. Says he left. She quickly leaves alone and into her pretty blue car rushes off. C.J.MacKechnie
This really happened. Yesterday. Sawyer, MI. I-94, exit 12. T/A Truck stop. 
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Jul 4, 2010
I've discovered in life. That there are usually 3 choices to make on most problems or decisions to be made. Even in movies this is often true until the evile villain gives you only two choices and the hero saves the day or planet with the third option. I'm not big on horror movies. Probably because my chilhood was a continuous horror show. The current vampire/ werewolf/human movie. Is very similar with three choices in life that a young girl must make. I'm gonna call them the three important decisions in life that we all can make or have made and can still make. I think i'm running out of cell phone space so I will continue this in the comments. Forget about all of that girlie love and passion stuff in that sissy story lines. My observation is also lacking any testosterone manly manliness. So. Just open up your mind to the possibilities of the 4th choice. Forget the hormones. I heard you girls make those noises in the dark theater. Go to comments. Just breathe and cool down first. 
1st. Choice. The human choice. Which is very boring and your stuck in a week body that is always getting sick. Then you die. Very negative.  
2nd. Choice. The werewolf option. The emotionally primal and physically powerful werewolf is always the fun choice. That we can all choose to become. when we choose to de-evolve from our current human state.
3rd. Choice. The ultra cool and mysteriously dark vampires is always the sensible and chic/civilized/modern choice. That we can all choose to become when we deny our humanity and our ties to what it means to be human.  
The 4th. Choice. We can all choose to evolve and become the possible next step. Energetic light beings or enlightenment. This may also seem as boring as the basic human decision. There shouldn't be any drama and trauma as always associated with the werewolf and vampire decisions. Besides, when the vampires, werewolves and anything dark comes into your presence. They will become like fading smoke and Ashe. The end. C.J.MacKechnie 
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Jul 9, 2010
When your a slave to anyone, any group or any political thought. You will never have to concern yourself with anything that is important or complicated as defined by your master owner. Being a slave, you will never have to worry your pretty little head about thinking or planning, success or failure, profit or loss, efficiencies or waste, ideas or improvements. As a slave you will never become anxious about housing, education, food, water and health care. All of these things will be provided. So as long as you are of use and worth to your master owner. If you are not a slave to the master owner. Then you will not be allowed access to anything. Until you choose to become a slave and receive your mark. C.J.MacKechnie 
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Eye of the Storm:
Jul 12, 2010
You have been warned by those who are in the know. You set your sails and turned your rudder into the oddly beautiful sunset. For a short time the gentle breeze was fun. Then the winds became thrilling. The lightning and the waves as exciting as you have ever known. A new dawn approaches with it daylight you will not see. Your rudder damaged. Your mast is snapped and your boat is taking on water. The thrill and excitement you felt some time ago is now turned into a desperate weariness to helplessly stay alive. You call for help but all you get is unwanted verbal static. Suddenly like a blessing from GOD your underneath a beautiful sun and clear sky. Except all around you is dark foreboding clouds. You scream and cry for help. No response on your radio. All is hopeless in your cries for help. The ocean is unforgiving and it seems you will become one of the nameless many who have gone to the bottom. Not yet, for you. Your still alive this day. You can still be alive tomorrow if you you just continue to struggle. 
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Standing Strength:
Jul 13, 2010
There is always those that we encounter in our daily lives whom we admire for their strength and courage. Especially when they have been tested and purified by fire. We see them as heroes set above us common people. While us common people seem to always be less than or lacking in some way in comparison to these admired heroes. The truth will always be seen when you dirt bag of a common low life human bug discover. That these heroes in life are no different than you are. The only real difference is not so real. The hero decided to step up and stood alone in the face of the monster and conquered it. That single decision based purely in emotion is the only real difference between you and the hero. When the hero completes his heroic deed. He/she is still the same dirt bag low life human bug. With the same problems as you. Maybe even more problems. Decide to stand and be a hero that only can be defined by you. Face and confront the monster before you and inspire people that they to can do the same as you and better

Jul 13, 2010
I remember a story about a WW2 medal of honor winner. He was the loser among losers. Then one day something happened. He saved his brothers lives by rushing a German fortified pill box. A time passed and a general arrived with the media and no one could find him. He was peeling potatoes. He didn't even have a proper uniform. Your regular Forest Gump or Gomer Pyle i suppose. The point of my unedited write. Is to cause each of you to believe in yourselves. That you to can be that hero and at least save your own selves from the whatever monster that afflicts and torments you. You the unknown and forgotten are equal to or better than any known and famous hero. All you have to do is decide not to give up and quit ever. Period... An emotional decisions. That is the only difference between you and a claimed hero. A fireman will always find those he cannot save. A cop will always recover the body of an unsaved victim. Their failure they will always remember.

Jul 13, 2010
the average man who witnessed evil and did all he could. He had his list and cried that he could have saved more after the fact. Schindler. He stood alone in the face of the monster. He is no different then you are.

Jul 13, 2010
The simple and humble volunteer. Who does and does and does. Just a little bit everyday. The blood donors who have gallons of giving. The auto mechanic who fixed a car for a desperate woman. Etc. We all can be a hero to someone. 
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Expectations:
Jul 18, 2010
We as children often become exactly what our parents and society expect us to become. I figure that is why so many of my foster brothers and sisters end up in jail, homeless, mentally ill or a combination of all three. What happens when you realize that you are better, stronger, smarter? Than what your parents and all of society expected of you. What do you do now? Do you remain a turkey after tasting daily that your truly an eagle? But, always returning to the comfortable familiar life of being a turkey. Being a turkey is like being just average. You don't have to do anything very hard. Maybe society has expected you to be a farm animal. Everything is provided for the farm animal. Food, water, medical care, housing and the education needed to remain a farm animal. Just remember turkeys and farm animals always become food product for the farmer who is in complete control of your life. C.J.MacKechnie

Jul 18, 2010
the farm animal will always become upset when they learn something that they were not given permission to learn. The farm animal will always become upset when they are forced to think for themselves and in a way that is not common to the rest of the herd way of thinking.

Jul 18, 2010
you can substitute the word animal with slave. The mind sets and thinking process are similar. The end result somewhat the same. When the farm animal or slave is no longer of use. the farmer kils them.

Jul 18, 2010
What will you do or me for that matter? Will yo go back to sleep or remain awake? If you remain awake? Will you remain a farm animal slave? A free man is always responsible for the contents inside of their own brains. A free man always decides for themselves how and what they will think. Then take decisive action with their own conclusions.

Jul 18, 2010
We all must decide for ourselves. If we each decide to freely soar as eagles. The life and ways of the farm animal will become alien to you and me. If we each decide to stay and remain as farm animals. Then the wild savage beasts like eagle and big cats will be something to be feared always. Farm animals are taught to fear the beasts of the wild brutal and barbaric lands. Their is safety and security when your within the cage. Safely and securely Locked from the outside by the farmer. How will one within the cage pray? As prey or as free beings?
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 Aug 2, 2010
Torment, insanity, misery, suffering, sadness, loneliness, confusion, abandonment, torture, disease and sickness. You die a thousand times everyday and yet you continue to believe that GOD ALMIGHTY has forsaken you. Deep within the valley of death all you know is the cold steel blade that pierces deep into your soul and burns you from the inside out. Your wails and cries hauntingly echoes from the canyon walls causing you to become more paranoid and more fearfull. You look into the shimmering shadows of the canyon walls only to discover. There not walls of rock. They are walls made up of a billion billion souls. All singing their same insane song of miserys lament. Your life, your energy, your hope, your love, your compassion, your kindness, your light, your heart is all being drained out of you. Soon very soon even your very identity will be gone from you as you become a part of the valley of death. The end is at hand and yet it is still your choice. Which song will you sing? C.J.MacKechnie

Aug 2, 2010
yes. There is a positive message in this one. Really? U have 2 thunk it thru. This is written for those of you who seem to continually suffer. GOD IS always with you. Remember it is not you who is lost to GOD. It is you who lost GOD. All you have to do is reach out for GOD and he will do the rest. 
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Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Free Bird: (Unedited): 19 April 2010:

The caged jail bird can be more free than the human owner who is locked within his own home. 
C.J.MacKechnie 
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While in Foster care. I just needed to be free. Free from the foster care abuses. Free from the abuses from my adoptive parents. Free from being unwanted and unloved. Free from being deemed a waste of effort from the free educational system. Free from Ritalin and Cylert. Free from any mind altering contaminant. Free from being labeled a bad man.
I've studied all aspects of ADD/ADHD as well as the old medical terminology of Hyper-Kinetic. There is absolutely to physical proof that this disability exists. There is absolutely to medical test proving the existence of the disabilities. The scientists who search for a sign of a problem will accept anything. Even a diminished blood flow through certain parts of the brain. While never even thinking or considering of an increase in efficiency of the brain. A brain which thinks faster than normal or average brains is not a possible indication of a disability. On the contrary a faster brain process may be an indication of continuous incremental evolution. 
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Free Bird. Gotta love it. There was much feeling I felt when listening to this song. This is the good long version.
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