Money and the root of all evil in the dereliction of duty dance.

Opportunity knocks.

Will you answer.

Won’t you answer.

How will you answer.

How may you answer.

The Call.

His Call.

His call about the accountability of your actions.

For good.

For evil.

For benefit.

For competitive benefit.

For points.

Disclaimer: I am not afraid to die.

No.No.No.

No need to call the de-funded police about my claim.

I really am fine.

And to boot: I do not plan to leave here any time soon.

No matter what comes my way, in any way, shape or form.

Why?

My skin is thicker than it looks.

And.

I like people.

I know what I am up against.

What we all are or can be up against.

And I am here, on “paper” to proclaim.

I am here for you.

Even if you don’t really like me.That is ok.

I know from the cloth of where I came.

I follow His rules. And if he were to call me home sooner that I think I “deserve”.

So be it.

There are many things I will miss about earth.

Planet earth.

There are lesser evil things I would miss about humans.

Earth planet humans.

Maybe it comes down to the testament that I DO want to be liked. DO. Want to fit in. Somewhere.

But at the end of the day.

We are all given that day to do as we please.

Well.So far so good. Do as we please.

What the future hold is any one’s third world country guess about being back to the good ole’ days of slave labor.

Gives dying whole new meaning.

Depending on who you follow.

Here.

On this soil.

Not.

Your soil.

Brave men.

And.

Now do not get your undies in an already bungee.

I was going to say

Brave women.

Too.

But come on.

Be real. Get real. Stay present in the now.

We are not all heroes.

Of our story

Or of anyone else’s story.

I simply feel happy to be

Here.

Where I aspire to do some good.

Because where I left, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that,

I always feel and felt the same way.

Do good.

In the least of my bretheren, that you do unto to me.

Hint: The term bretheren is an inclusive term.

No need for gender or any other modifications.

IE: Be you. You beautiful you.

I just read a thorough piece of information about lies.

And it is nothing short of scary. For all of our futures.

Here.

There.

Anywhere.

Everywhere.

Initially I am talking about Planet Earth. Because let’s be honest with ourselves. Do you really want to plant the rest of your life on Mars, or Jupiter, or Pluto.

What will we learn of substance that we are already giving away for free here,

On planet earth.

No buying in or coupons or redemptions in the whole world rival that of a good and honest day’s work.

Right?

So. Setting one’s sights on the Land of Opportunity is a noble and obvious goal.

However.

The bumping has to stop.

The bumping must stop.

In the name of the liberty carried on the backs of so many who have given their own life, lives, limb, limbs, future and futures on it.

There are no shortcuts.

Here.

We are all created equal.

And, if you are here. Plan to stay here.

It would behoove your future, your future plans to get with the program. No anchoring allowed. Unless you prove yourself worthy to stay.

Here.

It wasn’t my call.Ever.

To decide or decide for you if you were to be here.

I just believed and still believe in providing you with the tools to know how to

Belong.

Grateful

With gratitude to be the light that dawns daily in our lives and in the lives of others.(pf)

There are no shortcuts.

Vulnerabilities aside.

We all have them.

They count.

And. They don’t count.

So I would not bet your life on the demise of another’s life.

Shakey foundation point forward.

Trust me.

Time has taken a toll on many things in my life.

I speak from experience.

And. Experience is most often the best, the very best teacher.

I wish for you only the best in the life you seek.

But.

To stay in good graces.

Defer. To those who came, were here before you.

And.

Follow the rules.

Discrimination is not the salt to the pepper. Is not the pepper to the salt.

Truth is.

Truth is up there at the very least. We use our faults and failings to better ourselves and to teach to one another what NOT to do. In a time of crisis. Lying only prolongs the inevitable opportunity to be stupid again. We all do it.

Hey. We are tired. Of it. I think that it one thing we can all agree on.

Tiredness.

Who needs security cameras at every square corner of this planet when the greatest watcher of our intimate actions is higher up there than any of us doing the dance down here even can fathom?

Run on sentence, for sure.

But. I am rather certain you get the point.

Stop.

The dance of the sugar plum fairy.

Or any other fairy.

The fantasy of a life never seen, never existed.

When and if you set foot on the soils of the land of opportunity, please do not think it or you will be

Taken care of.

That has both positive and negative connotations,

When and if you really stop to think about it.

About the dance.

The ones holding the purse strings generally have a sickness already at their core. All shiny, new handsome or beautiful. Makes no real difference of the outcome in the long run.

There is a lot to be commended for longevity. But. Only if built on a solid ground. And right now the ground is shifty. Hopefully not shifting or else we will all be up the creek with no paddle of defense of our citizenship, birth right or not, rights. As measly as they seem to be at this point in time on planet earth.

If you really aspire to plant a seed.

Do it the right way.

Respect.

For those who fight the good fight.

For those who came before you.

It is our duty to one another.

But if and only if we have earned the right.

And at the very least, an invitation to the dance.