Yesterday morning, as I pondered life, I wrote about being an actual blueprint, the design or model chosen by the architect, and many other things as I looked at experiences and creating- true story;
I almost added a picture because I stamp date/time my ideas daily.
I remembered a man in a wheelchair conversing with me a week ago.
He was drawn to me as people are— he started chatting.
I learned he has a movie out, gives hope to others as he speaks about his life,
and said all he has left to do is write a book,
Roger Queen.
A handicap ((supposedly)) labeled
or was he allowed this systematic tag,
to be launched instead
from beyond
—-one with such an incredible journey—-
a man in a wheelchair with more hope
than many men walking having mobility
in their limbs—
Who conceives disadvantage, the one with full ability or the one with limited?
To shorten all I received from him,
I told him I am an author, in school, working and writing more books.
He prayed for me, I prayed for him —-we saw the connection of why we were introduced in that moment.
It is essential to share our knowledge and the affairs we claim with others.
The world is so sick and crippled (no witticism in that statement)
because many have hidden information someone needed.
This causes accidents —-it’s like driving a car in the darkest of night without light.
See this from outer space with me: picture it bumper to bumper, mostly including the impatient, lost, indignant road ragers and all others just moving without guidance, but all have to get somewhere, so they just go with the flow —- as many do while trying to finish the race of life.
Whether this road be narrow or wide, danger in this scenario—-how do we solve it?
I began to question so much as I reflected
Why—are we withholding with grudges—
We need to ask ourselves what did we encounter or possess that can help another grow
and possibly flourish.
There is such a demand, such an outcry from the earth itself.
I saw the scripture ((write it down, make it plain)).
True story.
Habakkuk 2:2–These were my thoughts on August 22, 2023.
In the words of my dad,
who is the main character in my true stories
as my uncle Jabey stated to me before his death,
My father said:
(( you don’t have to believe me, but just because you don’t doesn’t make it not true ))
These were words my father told me one night,
trying to apologize for things he’d done in the past.
He left the ((( words ))) to walk with me
because I didn’t give him the chance of doing it physically,
this was what my dad asked for
in that moment.
How meaningful are your moments that are now memorable and vaporized into a bank holding treasures and trash?
It may be time to sort and solve all the problems not answered in our world.
I then shifted into:
People will sometimes forget a message spoken if it’s not recorded;
It’s important to document your details for reference to prevent the perishing of any aspect
like Anne Frank did for another's fate
And for the simple fact of stating the knowledge of.
Did you guess?
I had a moment of: What is all of this writing for Cassandra?
Yes, introspection is necessary; I like to add them to my book as I end chapters.
In the diary of Frank, Anne, even though she was in hiding,
she showed how free she was at that moment.
She found a way to release what she was actually in and all she held,
which seemed to be bottled up -
now the entire world still reads (her most famous)
is the most famous Jewish story in history.
From her penned, those wondering what happened have details through her purpose of writing.
I am a nonfiction writer, and she always inspired me because we were born on the same day.
So anyway
— I meditated for an hour more about different forms of death, theft, and destruction—
instances of opposition stealing from persons
without proper intel of any school of thought.
My point is, what is your purpose or pursuit in adding peace to the chaos many suffer?
Some of us are placed on the mountain to be the message.
Is your missive a beneficial quarter,
or
is it breaking birthplaces that could have started
princely kingdom assets patterned
instead of
a pauper’s liability —a pedaling cycle?
Is your news an announcement laced with poison,
or is it a promise-filled notification?
This world has so many serpents and fakes that it’s crying out
for facts in truth while hollering for honest servants.
Is your motive -polluted, or is your heart's mission- pure?
All of my above thoughts stemmed
from researching Van Gogh’s illustration
of the
“Starry Night”
—can you believe it, this
is how I process
—true story.
Here are my thoughts:
Deeming justification for why people behave
foolishly without pointing out their emotion of fright
in ways that express craze,
without calm
many reveal and
—-give proof of their mental status
gone wrong
inputting others
continually judging
what they can’t measure of another’s heart,
In the game of life,
At this time I am having all these considerations of his mindset
in the borders of an asylum
How did he portray beauty
if his insides were nonbinding
While the barricades were painstakingly white
Was his mind actually clear
As he took a pale palet and produced color,
perfecting a portrait of dark
with spark
using blue to speak
resulting now as a timeless piece—-
What did he really see as he brushed and stroked
with the intent to accent this hue dominantly
Was he asking heaven to help
the depressed fit suicidal state of the studio
within Saint-Paul-de-Mausole
in which he lived,
I wonder because a Dr— labeled him unstable,
but was he?
Was he seeking the universe
because of a lack of loyalty in people
That he now lacked trust,
Was he calm but seemed insane
because he expressed so much raw truth of his reality?
Was he coherent, or was he crazy,
or was he a bit of both like many I see and know?
What about the frankness of Anne?
Was it a coincidence her last name means candid, open, and honest
—-or did an alien rig all of this imagery,
and E. T. actually does exist?
Which one is it?
People are so fickle;
they show us who they are.
They would rather believe in science fiction than nonfiction;
it’s why I proposed my life with fairness and chose this division in creative writing
—-to help our disconnected
our particular piece
or our part to walk in peace of the puzzle.
Stop listening to hear only, understand their verbiage,
read between the lines they intentionally left out
—-go deeper.
They tell us what —and how their deal,
or dissection through a deranged or a cured
way of seeing
—- a personal experienced lens —-
perceives.
As it develops,
Experience can be both good or bad,
and so can a tree or instructions.
Believe the characteristics but leave the weighing to God.
Let Him assess;
The replicated fashion model of how the individual wants to be imagined is often a fantasy;
rarely will you receive raw and uncut—-
and it’s because of the rejection
another self doesn’t want to identify
as a likeness shared most times.
Embarrassed from faking it to make it for so long.
How do we stop the AI humans ((not the robots))
—-remember humans are consulting automation to do just about all of their duties,
but complain when all of their tasks or assignments are removed
from what was once their responsibility.
What don’t we like so much about humanity,
this is my question?
We have a likeness of God, but many are so plastic
(not with products, only)
with actuality in facts of the matter at hand;
Because of this,
the kingdom of God being at hand
seems to be unreachable.
How do we fix this?
—-I at the end of the day—-
Can say so many are walking around
in need of further development—-
It’s a choice with chance while time ticks.
The Gogh, Van man,
He chose to draw beauty in an ugly situation.
He was probably more sane than the orderlies.
What are you doing about a condition that seems to have locked you up?
Like Anne, Like Van Gogh, Like my new friend Roger—-
What are you doing with your time,
As the clock ticks
—— and chance waits for you to turn a prospect into profit?
It’s not all about money,
It’s about your measure—
Be careful with your life.
I can say I am gaining more understanding of my personal experiences
and I will write about every one of them,
You will read all about it.
Extra Extra
Stay tuned as I turn it for someone’s good.
It will be to help; that’s my heart's motive,
what’s yours?
Written by Cassandra Lee Wiltz © August 23, 2023
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