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A new path, a new career & new challenges too..
A totally different environment
N maybe a new me stronger than before, experienced than before.. a bit better version of myself
Ready to dream a new dream, Ready to achieve new targets, Ready to face every challenge with much courage.
I may take rest for a moment but will get up the next moment.
Visiting her grave was part of my routine. If I returned I would know exactly which wooden box to walk too, in which flower patch her body rests and exactly how far beneath the ground her degrading body sits in harmony with the earth. She was ready to die. She was ready to die six months before I forced her body awake every morning. Before I coerced her to eat her wet soggy food. Before I held her so close to my body and dripped my tears of optimism all over her back. She was ready to die long before I decided she should live.
On September 6, 2010 Mother Nature decided that Idaho was ready for winter. The clouds swirled into a monotonous tundra over my home. The hawks mocked us for not being prepared for winter. It’s easier for them – they fill their stomachs and fly south. It was their time to eat. They flew in circles over my chicken shed meditating on their prey. As I saw the commotion in the sky and the craving of flesh in their eyes I knew it was time to corral my chickens.
My chickens roamed around the ten-acre land as they pleased. Some would make their way into my home on occasions and eat the food off the counters and others would go near the barn and roll their bodies into the hay hiding themselves from the rest of the world. The ones with more exploring initiative would lay on their sides in the middle of the fields like they were born in the tropics – stomach turned toward the heat finding every way to become one with the sun. They didn’t succeed but when I would pick those ones off the ground their heat would soak into my body and I would understand their logic. After their day of roaming the world they would find their way back to the coop. The coop was painted with my neighbors and my love. The names of the chickens were written on the walls and amateur drawings covered all the nooks and crannies. It was comforting to me. I wonder if they thought it was too.
As the hawks picked their prey I was frantic. My mom and I frolicked the land, me in search for all my babies and her supporting hers. I was yelling trying to scare away the hawks but they knew I couldn’t fly. I could never reach them. The sound of my petrified voice didn’t pierce the hawks as much as it pierced myself. There was one chicken missing. Where was the last one? I saw her body frantically trapped on the other side of the fence. I guided her around the fence to the shed and I pushed the last chicken into the shed and slammed the door shut. As the door slammed I heard the cries of a bird. Did I miss one? Did a hawk steal it before I did? But the distant noise wasn’t so distant at all. As I turned my head toward the door the chicken I had just saved from the hawk I had shut in the door. She lay – just like she used to lay beneath the sun but this time it was not out of pleasure. I opened the door and my chicken rest, her neck strutting in multiple directions and her eyes looking at me in desperation.
I convinced my mom to let me buy chickens when I was eight. She said “if you pay for them and take care of them – you can get them.” So, I saved my money, did my research, and found it only reasonable to make a business to pay for my chickens. I would sell eggs and thus my chickens would be paid for. And this is what I did. But the relationship between my chickens and I over the years became less of a business venture and more of a companionship. When I heard the arguing in the house I found solace in the chickens outside. I talked to them like I was a chicken myself. I would tell them my secrets and my fears. They would sit in my lap and tilt their head whenever I said something noteworthy. After I paused they would come in with some of their thoughts. It’s too bad I didn’t understand their language.
My chicken laid in my arms. My mom took it upon herself to make a bed in the warmth of our home. I brought the barely breathing chicken to the bed that was so delicately made and placed her in it. My tears of optimism didn’t cover the chicken today – they covered her body creating a coat of pain and suffering. I’m sure this coat wasn’t ever taken off my chicken – but I pretended it didn’t exist. I’m good at pretending.
In the preceding days, every morning, pre-lunch, lunch, pre-dinner, dinner, pre-dessert, and post dessert I would feed my chicken food that I soaked in water so it was soft enough to go down her broken neck. I wasn’t an anatomy expert but somehow I figured that with a neck that looks like a 90-degree angle it might be easier to eat if the food is soft. My chicken laid there day after day – gaining energy by night. I convinced myself or perhaps I dreamed it – that she was getting better. I imagined her standing up. I craved her leading a happy life – the life that she deserved.
My mom used to say that if she got in an accident and was unable to move or do anything with her life that she would want to die. She wouldn’t want her children spending their lives caring for a cause that we cared so deeply for but that she left long ago. Our family likes knowing one another at our best and at our worst. But when our worst makes others suffer it becomes a problem that affects all those around us. When I ponder the chicken months today – I always wonder if my chicken was like my mother. Did she want me to let her die? Did she want to close her eyes and sleep to her death? Had I stripped her of her one wish just like I would strip my mother?
As her health improved and she began to seem more alert to the world we started having daily sessions. In the morning’s we stretched. I would pick her immobile body up and slowly move her legs away from her body. I would do the same for her feet. I trusted I was saving a child from its misery. I know now that death isn’t something to fear. I feared for my chicken – I’m sure she didn’t fear it. I would put her body to the ground like she was walking – reminding her of a past long forgotten. A past that today she only sees in her heaven. I didn’t put any of her weight on the ground – it was more of a presentation. When she gobbled, I thought she was telling me things. I would listen and try to pick up on her words. But somehow her gobbles never translated to English.
When people visited our home, they wondered why my mother let me keep a dying chicken in our bathroom. You couldn’t use that bathroom because it smelled of manure and death – so people were ushered to the one in my mother’s room. My mom and I thought it was normal. She was a part of the family. I considered her a part of me just like a person would consider their sibling a part of them. My mother felt the same way. Often when I slept in too late my mom would do my job for me. She would help her walk and feed her her wet food. I remember her words ringing in my head “if you take care of them, you can get them.” I knew she believed this but my mother would also check in on my chicken day and night when I couldn’t care for her myself. She is a mother after all. I learned my ways from her.
A month later my chicken could stand up. I never thought her progress would be so vast. Balancing was a difficult task for her. Her vision was off – or at least something was because when she stood up to eat her food – she would go to peck the liquid matter but she would miss and peck the ground instead. It would take her a few tries to get her beak into the bowl. I didn’t know how to teach her without moving her head in the right direction. Sometimes I would place my hands around the bowl covering the ground. My chicken knew when she pecked me – she never wanted to peck me so she would try to find the bowl. When the days were still warm I would bring her under the hot sun to some of her favorite places – to the sawdust where she used to roll or to the blanket of grass where she would heat her body. She loved the days when it was warm. She would place herself near a tree and sprawl on the ground.
Sometimes my mother would come play the guitar outside. Her lyrics penetrated the atmosphere. She wasn’t playing for anyone – or at least anyone I knew of. But I know my chicken would sit under the tree a few feet away from her and she would turn her head, in any way she knew how, to look at my mother. She would tilt her head, a sober sign of listening and she would keep it that way until my mother’s words receded. Then she would go back to sticking her beak into the ground in search of insects but whenever my mom started up again she would always repeat her actions. I think her voice was a gift into a world of pleasure that was absent from her life. My mother’s voice was a gift to more than one.
As time went on my chicken became stronger. She could walk. Her head and neck leaned to one side of her body making her unbalanced. When she could walk, she would only go in a circle. Her circles eventually got bigger and some days she would make it all the way across the yard by way of circles. When I think about spending life only able to move in circles it makes me shiver.
We could never reintroduce her to the other chickens because they would peck her to death. Chickens are cruel birds – or cruel to the human eye. If one has a disability they will peck it until it dies. I couldn’t let this happen – but maybe that’s the way of the chicken world – and maybe that’s what is best.
My chicken would go to the fence and stand at it looking at all the other ones on the other side of the fence. She looked in desperation as if she was so alone – as if she wanted to be pecked to death – as if she was ready to take death. I couldn’t bear to see her own kind kill her and I couldn’t leave her knowing exactly what was going to happen when I left.
By May 8, 2010 my chicken acted as if she had never got her neck crushed in a door. She laid eggs, she only tilted her head slightly and she befriended the less cruel chickens. She still slept in a different place than them, she would still eat wet food, and I would still watch her with a hawk’s eye.
Months later I walked into her bed and she lied there dead. I still wonder what caused it. Was it her age? Was it something from the event that occurred seven months earlier? Or was she just ready to die?
We buried her on the same day and my tears covered the dirt of where she lay. My tears soaked the area – I’m sure they reached her body that lied so far beneath the dirt. Her body lays in the dirt that I shed my tears on today. But, she doesn’t lay there. She is somewhere, in some beautiful place, dancing with the land just of how she always dreamed. A rock lay by her grave and on it are the words ‘Crazy 8.’ We called her Crazy 8. Her name is Crazy 8.
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Essentially, please take this spirit encouragement resource how you may.
I know that it is a gift from my heart to inspire the better good in others.
It's gift of my own thoughts, that this is a reasoned to be deemed acceptable recentering point for all, allowing the choices that are to be made exactly when your starting point for a new collectiveness begins. That is all based on and around the ideas of love, pride and the new and fresh, infinite outlook you can begin to implement from today.
Let's reflect inside ourselves and focus today, on channelling the required energy not just to shape but to industrialise on what has already been built. We commit to this unhinged lifestyle surrounding a modern ever so vibrant; vibrational society, based on what we already practice as the intelligent socialist nature blessed with the greatness of modern technical power. Throughout our lives our communication stands as our beacon and that expression that comes is such a fantastic vantage point, for the fulfillment of the ever so raw and divine, understanding we spread; around the world, today and so forth.
Let's have no limit to possible outlooks and compell ourselves to be accepted as we too appreciate our brother and sisters ability to form the connection of intellectual love. Let's have patience and time for the thoughts expressed amongst ourselves or even whispers gone unheard, we will be creating endless matter with the added bonus of knowing we are expanding further and further. As an example of our strength as initiatives we take, let's celebrate and create more of what has not been blueprinted yet.
Within the vast cultures and societies that represent, such a golden diverse age of connection and mutuality. Be the truly unique people of every walk of life to be our leaders. Do not stress or worry where they're from or what their world has taught them, showed or even morphed them into. Let them stand equal and have a chance just as you have the opportunities, that come and go, allow this to motivate you to become better than you have ever been. Every time you embark on this unknown adventure of life.
Even mostly underrated or even overexploited topics should be raised to the awareness of every single child, if not adolescent and not to mention every single grown adult, encourage them to recalibrate their compass. Give them the strength to test the boundaries of comfort and commitment they know so well.
Every thought leads us to our ultimate destiny; our ultimate ego, and especially our best highest levels of awareness encased within this conscious mind, growing body and loving spirit.
For every idea , let there be a convoy of gun-hoe supporters ready to receive the intended appointed perspective and allow this to act as a condition of interest. Pioneering throughout on unknown open paths be ready for an explanation of the convictions justified. Then and at this point only, will be the undermining and insignificant pawn; serve as a competitor, in the race against every new replicated form of intelligence, in no time become totally responsible for the soiling and destruction of our innocent repour we've built around the ideas of honesty or trust, in relation to the terms and conditions dividing a genuine person from a computer.
With the reigns of which, the unjust manipulation of control and order that holds us back, we will be kept as prisoners to the grasping hand of socialsm or falling victim to a single communal state of mind.
All will be that of beneficial as gained. Solemnly reserved, will be made an accessable feat for any who encompasses a willingness to open their mind, to all possibility that one can imagine. No matter how ridiculed. The one's choosing to jojn a collective that simply have the faith tied to believe. These entities or matter whom perused, are the forces that coincide, within the Nether Land or simply, the ever-restricted parallels of our world.
These non-physical and teemingly, undiscoverable lands, so imaginable although, apparent, have been an almost religious based topic.
Nonetheless, this cannot and with good reason; does not at all, create a deflection against the simple FACT, that this ideology, has almost always played a key role within our society. It has been an interest to those kinds of philosophers including the industry of the creatives. Intriguing idea, or simply an old wives tale, whatever the stance you take we must take initiative and go forth with the task of supporting our underlying beliefs with no limitations projected onto whomever invest.
We may make the efforts with a bigger outcome of the ablation of the new divergence hiding behind the unmistakable and tireless fathoms of life.
Eventually, we will piece together and decode, the unlimited amount of evidence that is out there. Ironically it is just tucked away in secret, but always visible only with those who inhabit the abilities of astral projection within their surroundings. The new thought processes, established respectively as power for the endeavourer and encourages the abilities, a thus established forevermore as an entirely indifferent type of society that will roll out when the god-like super-generation, will advances so powerful, the idea of thought seems like it was a prototype of a higher vibrational outlook. throughoutos, enabling us the functionality, to deploy a full replacement of any confusion made as a disposition within the embroidery of our own sufferance.
An influential, curiosity deep within our experience of the gift of human spirit will never leave a question unanswered... Here as a reader of this source you found yourself to come across, I encourage you to simply start your inquest with our dear information database we refer to as the holy one and only Google. Therefore, getting to the significance around this, sacred strain of thought that has impacted man.
Allows you to speak figuratively, for this common belief or imaginary representation has been the very essence of our comprehensive density of matter and space.
This could however, be based on another world that has been existing within our own, as an independent and eternal place. Full of other being, perhaps it has formed a tedious, as well as significant connection to our mother sacred. Not only would this theory provide the explanations of the unknown that has ties surrounding our societies experience of the phenomenon around us. When we realise, our truths all as well connected, run throughout the human experience without the refractor causing disruption (at which point a step for discovery is recognised simply by its temporary unattainable legitimacy, often due to our little access to power explaining this... or even just the embodiment of our vibrational energy as a negative magnetic force keeping us away for our ultimate good) the world we pretend we can keep avoiding will swallow us whole if not for our conservationalist and protecters of the natural world. Consequently, this is mostly regarding the constant, not to mention deliberate invocation that has been placed; as a somewhat, futuristic yet appropriate approach.
It is such a thoughtful idea to dwell upon, that I personally, can make no sense when it is so blatantly obvious. Whenever this manifestation occurs I call it the language of a completely nonsensical, communicae as translated through a binary time code.
I have only ever received the so called correspondence, at random intervals.
A point in the continuum that comes without any warning or reminder for me to look at the numbers on the screen but simply to recognise that I was meant to witness each symbol as a plead for response.
Intriguingly, the time and date presented through the multitude of doubled or trippled numbers in sequence, does not restrict the display of sequences even extending to quadrants. Simply, shown at an exact point in time where my collective thoughts we're so unbiased and pure. Related to the vibrational influence, that a positive mindset has on the environment, or surrounds, shortly after can manifest miraculously into the thoughts that are to indicate that one is allowed room for growth. Intiating becomings and affirmations more complex and in the interest of a realigned and strengthened relationship with mother earth.
If not from responses due to a stimulated thought pattern, then a default would be that repition had been used strategically, to engage in this simple means of contact.
In honesty it has spooked me, although heath my world, when I reassure you, this is merely an interpretation of the powerful messages I've made to reflect a possibility of an educated observation or "theory" FOR MY OWN REFLECTION within my journey.
I encourage you to make a relevant connection to the Non-Physical World. We are possessing the ability to draw the full attention of my mind to the present moment, with that the enteties are able to feel the vibrations of a fully aware state of mind.
They have adapted to the communication of the 21st century. Through a highly complex but almost skeptical form of messaging, these intellectual codes give time and numerical symbols an almost meaningful position in the universe we know.
Be aware of the pattern of time that is forever imbedded within your for eternity. Take reference of it's repetitive behaviour or numerical alignments as you embark through the journey of life throughout.