The Mountain

You climb the mountain
Only to stumble and fall
Skinned knees and
Scrapped hands

You shed your tears
Catch your breath
Stand up and
Dust off

You try again
Only to fall again
Bruises and blood
More scars

You hang your head
Hide your tears
Silent screams and
Waves of doubt

You look around
No one seen
Eyes to the sky

You start again
Just another round
One more time
One more


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How Old Is Old

oldest person ever
Jeanne Louise Calment

According to Guinness World Records, the ‘oldest person ever’ was 122; however, there are claims of others that are older than that……from Nepal to Brazil there are claims for persons living well past Ms. Calment’s 122 years……..

Jose Aguinelo dos Santos, has been issued a birth certificate giving his date of birth as July 7 1888; this would not only make him 126 years old, but also possibly the first free child born to slaves in Brazil, which had abolished slavery just 2 months before his birth. The senior home where Jose resides hopes to conduct tests which will support his age claim. In addition to Senor Santos, there is Senora Leandra Becerra Lumbreras of Mexico, reported to be 127, whom has out lived all 5 of her children and by her admission fought in the Mexican Revolution of 1910. Even more amazing is the story of Bir Narayan Chaudhuri of Nepal; it is claimed that he was 141 when he died in 1998.

As amazing as these stories are, there are even more amazing ages claimed in numerous ancient texts from various cultures. Once again though, the academics are faced with concepts that they seem unable to wrap their published, tenured brains around. The result is most scholars outright deny any fact in the numbers or if they do they say the numbers are wrong. Once again there is the case of scholars using part of a text for historical fact backing while completely dismissing another part of the same text as mere story telling or bad translation or exaggeration. If you follow the logic of these scholars then it would appear that ancient peoples were at best frequent liars and at worse were delusional misguided propagandists. If either is the case then how can scholars in good conscience use any of the texts as reliable sources? 

Sumerian Kings List
Sumerian Kings List via

The question that logic has to ask is… How is it that the authors of texts of Ancient Egypt and the Sumerian King List and the Bible and The Chinese Encyclopedia of Materia Medica all chose to LIE about the dates of the people? While, living a long life or ruling for a long time is an impressive thing….would not doing things in incredibly short time spans be MORE impressive? I do understand the significance of claiming ownership to land or throne based on lineage and possession….ie. this land has been ruled by Sumerians, Persians, Egyptians or this is the land of Noah or Adam or Abraham….but then you have to ask…who were the authors trying to ‘out-live’ or ‘out-rule’? And why for so many years?

There have been lots of theories, as simple as, the numbers have been mistranslated, to their ‘years’ were moon cycles not our solar calendar years, to the numbers were added for their mathematical significance. The problem that arises is thus, if it is bad translating than why was it only in numbers of ages or reigns, and why hasn’t it been properly translated since? If the issue is the defining of ‘years’ then why doesn’t any application of what their ‘year’ could have been hold across all the examples? If the numbers are a code then again for the code to be useful it has to be consistent and verifiable…..again not all the ages in any one text holds up to these tests of wrongness. But most notably, why do the ages/reigns decrease to ‘acceptable’ times within each text?

childhoodI read, in an article, of which I do not now recall, a telling question that I think can be answered in the ancient texts….Why are human childhoods so long? If you rationalize that a creature’s childhood is a certain percent of their life, whether it be 10% or 25% then you can determine that different creatures have different life spans relative to their development. You also have to define what childhood is. Is it just the physical growth to full grown; or is it the over all development of a mature speciman? If it is the time of physical growth, then humans have a childhood of about 12 to 15 years for females and 14 to 18 years for males, compared to 9 to 12 months for cats and dogs. The average life span of cats and dogs is about 12 to 14 years, with some living as long as 20.  So for simple math lets say that cats/dogs have a childhood of 12 months or 1 year and a life span of 14 years….that means they spend 7.14% of their lives in childhood. So, again just for easy math, lets say ‘all’ creatures spend 7% of their lives in childhood then humans who spend 15 years in childhood should live for about 214 years and if you top out our childhood at 20 years our lifespan jumps to 286! So maybe the answer to why our childhoods last so long is that it is left over from when we lived longer.

Most of the people that live to 100+ years seem to live mostly rural and simple lives. They seem to be throw backs to ‘old ways’ of living. They are rarely rich by material means. They appear happy, content and fulfilled. They speak of their blessings and not their regrets. It seems that the secret to living longer lives is to actually live life and enjoy each day to the best of your ability. Maybe if we all do that we can be our own amazing story in 100 years!



 This is to honor my dad and all the cops out there!

For the last 20 years I watched you wake up and leave,
You’d put on the clothes, then roll up your sleeves.
You’d put on a smile and wear your golden shield.
Where do you go? To play on the field!

For the last 20 years I heard you say “Why?”
“God, these people did not deserve to die!”
You’d be there , first on the line,
To save a life , or put up a sign.

For the last 20 years you never shared your dreams,
Do you actually sleep or it just seems?
You’d get up, again, in the middle of  night,
“C’mon, let’s go! Two dead in a fight!”

For the last 20 years I listened to you and learned,
I remember the days when you were mad or concerned.
You gave  it all when nobody asked,
You are the one that no one surpassed.

For the last 20 years you’ve been the most amazing guide,
I want you to know you’re my strength and my pride.
Days are passing by  and times will be hard,
When you grow older, I’ll be your Guard.

Words, Their Words, Your Words

Take the road less traveled,
Blaze a new path,
Dance to the beat of your own drum,
Follow your heart’s desire.

No pain – no gain,
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,
You aren’t given more than you can handle,
Adversity builds character.

Reputation is what others think you are,
Character is what you know you are,
What you do when no one is looking —
that is who you really are.

There is nothing to fear but fear itself,
It is fear that gives rise to hate,
It is easier to hate than to understand,
Ignorance is no excuse.

Love conquers all,
With love all things are possible,
Love is the greatest gift of all,
Love is patient, understanding, and eternal.

Borrow the words,
Write your own,
Speak up – be heard,
Your voice matters, You matter.


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I Saw This And Thought

2020-03-26 17.12.23 94b08d3c70dcScrolling through my wall in FB, I saw this post from Hopeless Romantics 101’s and as I was reading it, I thought . . . . hmm, I don’t know about the conclusions made. While, yes I agree that being in love and loving are 2 different things. I believe that love doesn’t begin when being in love ends, not if it is real or true love. If it is real and true then being in love and loving join and become an incredible union in and of itself. One doesn’t stop and then the other begins, not if it is real and true.
See, I am very much in love with my man. Just the thought of him still gives me butterflies. His smile still melts me. I still think he is the best thing since sliced bread, no he is the best thing ever, even better than sliced bread. No one has ever made me feel the way he does. He can make me feel pretty and special. He lifts me up when I am down. He encourages me when I want to step outside my comfort zone. We still have long conversations, some with no pauses, some where we are so excited that we talk over each other and some with very comfortable pauses. And those hours are the best part of my day. His hugs still make everything better and his kisses sweep me off my feet.
Absolutely, yes, I still get overwhelming separation anxiety. I miss him like crazy when he is gone and hate going a day without the sound of his voice. He is the one that I always want to share my day with, the good, the bad, the ugly. He is the first one I want to ‘brag’ to. He is the first one that I want when the day beats me. He is the one who’s opinion matters most.
While I do consider us ‘perfect’, we are a real couple in a real world. We have had tears, both happy and sad ones. We have had the stress of life, moves and new jobs and new opportunities and family drama. We have had sadness, loss and misunderstandings and challenges to face and overcome. But for me, none of it was ever a chore. I never considered it to be the worst of him or me or us. And I have never wanted to be anywhere else. And I certainly have never wanted to be with someone else.
I still get giddy excited by random ‘I Love You’s. He still gives me flowers just because. I still love giving him handwritten love letters. He still calls just to hear the sound of my voice. I still get overexcited when he has extra time just for us. I am still super proud of him and all his achievements. He is still my favorite thing to brag about. Matter of fact he is my all-time favorite topic. I always feel his love and presence in everything that I do. I will always be in love with him and I will always love him and show that love in everything that I do. So no, my being in love will not end and my love already exists. Cause what we have is real and true love. It is timeless and eternal. It is both being in love and loving joined as perfectly as he and I are joined. It is that rare thing that everyone looks for and few find. It is perfect and it is ours.

Some days and Everyday

Some days I get
excited and eager,
Some days I get
productive and creative,
Some days I get
confident and proud.

Some days I get
insecure and shy,
Some days I get
doubtful and silent,
Some days I get
lost and unsure.

Some days I am
happy and loud,
Some days I am
singing and dancing,
Some days I am
smart and witty.

Some days I am
quiet and thoughtful,
Some days I am
little and distant,
Some days I am
scared and hiding.

Everyday I am
looking for you,
Everyday I am,
loving you
Everyday I am
trusting in you.

Everyday you are
my every breath,
Everyday you are
the beat of my heart,
Everyday you are
my whole world.