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God Don’t Make no Junk

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buy priligy canada This column is dedicated to anyone who has been a victim of cruelty.  To those who have felt isolated and alone, to those who have felt like they do not belong, or for those who feel a little less than beautiful.  It is for the In-between ones.

Persuasion is a powerful tool, especially toward those who lost their place and feel alone.  People are constantly seeking to reconnect with their basic humanity.  We are desperate to feel like we belong to something.  Growing up we often feel pressure to buy into some form of ideology, otherwise risking isolation.  In a world that is corrupted by dissention, isolation is not a nice place to be.  Isolation in combination with secularized pressure, often leads us to fall astray and merely feel more confused.  Opportunists are on the prowl; they use intimidation and rhetorical language to persuade people to fall under their spell.  Many of those who do this simply suffer from inferiority complexes, but have found a way to compensate through force and intimidation.  These bullies merely wear masks and are often far more afraid of facing the Truth than those whom they select as prey.  Opportunistic dissenters can be found in every arena.  Bosses who have been promoted up the food chain seeking power to fuel their ego, disobedient kids unwilling to conform to the loving hand, the teenage bad boy looking to personify his image of “cool”, or the internally ugly girl who hides under her external beauty, directing ridicule toward the socially awkward, as a means to make her way round the table of life.

We have raised the bar of tolerance in this world.  We accept behaviors that are disgusting.  Very often the bully, the bad boy, the evil boss, and the viscous beauty queen are merely victims themselves, trying to fulfill a fantasy.  Our society has created the archetype.  Consume, be physically perfect, keep up with the joneses, and watch for the new fad, never get fat or old and you’ll be fine.  That is a pretty tough deal to keep up with, don’t ya think?  So what happens to those who are in-between?  The not so fortunate, the one that is slightly chubby, or extremely chubby? The one who is partially beautiful, but has acne or awkward features?  Or the one who stutters, or has a learning disorder?  Or the one missing a limb or a finger, or vision, or hearing?  What is to become of them?  If it were true, that we must meet the model of consumerism, wealth and beauty, how would the in-betweens meet that standard?  Very often they cannot meet the standard of living sold on the public stage.  They often turn to the alternative– modification of behavior and physical appearance.  The chubby ones turn to anorexia, or bulimia, the tummy tuck, diets, personal trainers, and shallow retreats.  The one with the awkward features turns to surgery, too much alcohol, excessive drugs, and promiscuous sex.  The less intellectually capable, turn to disheartened music, dark fashion trends, and rebellion toward their parents.  The physically impaired, are isolated to a demographic for the impaired as if they should be segregated from the rest.

The world is turned upside down.  We belong together, fully integrated, unified as a species.  We flourish as we unify and fall apart when we separate.  The moment we view someone as different, we begin to push that person into isolation.  The change to be made is from within our own minds.  Our perception of the world must be clear.  There must be unity from within the mind, the heart and the spirit.  Distortion appears as we deviate from this path.  We see ugliness as we distance ourselves from our basic humanity.  We lose sight of what it means to be human; we look in the mirror and no longer recognize our own identity.  We live our lives from the outside, slamming the door on our inner-beauty, remaining desperate and afraid of our own shadow as if we were brutes attacking our reflection in the mirror.

Our vision is skewed by the beliefs we have chosen to accept.  Like a solution poured over the eye, negative beliefs can impair our vision, while positive beliefs can make the blind man see.  Likewise, by pouring thoughtless outer voices into our soul, the voice of reason becomes infected by its intrusion.  As the deaf follow their inner voice, the outer voices find no entryway into the haven of their inner-beauty.  So who is impaired; those containing all their physical faculties, with perfect outer beauty, and unified sense perception? Or those with a blind eye, or a deaf ear to the contaminated cesspool of a world we live in?   I think the answer is clear.

To those who still suffer; you are beautiful.

Written by,

John J Barrett Jr

Message to the Writer

 

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It has been said that writing is the poor mans craft.  The person seeking to write only in an attempt to earn money is writing for the wrong reasons. Everyone has a voice, and the most powerful way to express that voice is through the written word.  Unfortunately many of the voices on the public stage are sending the wrong message, while the voices necessary for revolutionary change remain quiet. I have found that writing is my passion and it provides me with richness and fulfillment that goes beyond anything of material value. This is a site for writers. It is a discussion forum, suited for creative commentary, political commentary, and everything in-between. I have begun this site in an effort to share my experience with people, with the intention to pique their curiosity and get them to think about things crucial to their personal growth. My goal is to help this site grow into something more than a blog site. I want it to become a collaboration between like minded individuals.  This is a site with an open playing field for the writer to express their opinion freely, without boundaries. I will speak specifically on topics I feel have an adverse effect on human beings in our society as well as information that is life enhancing, and personally enriching.

John J Barrett Jr

To the Recovering Addict

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As we Part Way

Fifteen years or more have passed since our affair began.  The common troubles of the adolescent were woven deep into the very fabric of my soul.  Fear, doubt, embarrassment, sadness, emptiness, loathing, anger and frustration were all a part of my youth and I was so desperate for a way out of that dark and dismal place.  I was unable to identify with my peers, and I was starving for meaning and purpose in my life.  Those feelings weighed so heavy on me at the moment we were introduced; and you were the first one to listen.  You approached me in silence, without judgment, and offered me a release without asking for anything in return.  There was no price to pay for your offer.  It seemed too good to be true.  We danced together, we laughed together, we sang together.  You picked me up when I was down, you listened to me cry, and you carried me through the darkest of times.  You were there to comfort me when I approached my first date.  You offered an entryway to spirituality; you led me to follow my musical endeavors’.  And you so easily made my deepest fears diminish as if they never existed.

Here I stand today at the age of thirty baffled by your power.  I see you offer the same relief to thousands of people all over the world and yet each and every one of their lives ends in catastrophe.  I ask myself why that is?  Why do so many come to you and continue to return ignoring the consequences as they enter?  I believe I now know the answer to that profound question.  It lies at the root of your offer.  I now know exactly what it is you offer.  Deception.  You are a salesman, not a friend.  You sell the lie not truth.  You offer only to take.  The fee for your relief is death.  Slowly you chip away at the core of human beings all over the world.  Taking everything from them that makes them beautiful. I tell you there is no greater evil than this.

I bid you farewell drugs and alcohol.  You shall take from me no longer.  I have given you enough.  And if God wills it,  may I be given my life back?  I pray that someday I can return to the fearless child I once was.  I pray that one day my mind, body and spirit can return to their purest beginnings.  I have chosen to part ways with your evil path.  And as the days pass I will offer the way out to any of those who seek a release from the awful imprisonment that you have created.  May God help those who still suffer and may I only do His will.  I have been offered a new way to live and I have fully surrendered to it without reservation.  It is the only way to live.  I am so grateful for you sobriety.  May we enter in to a long lasting relationship filled with serenity, liberation and prosperity.

 

Written by,

John J Barrett Jr