I want to send you a special 2023 year-end heartfelt message. To set the stage up front and ease my writing direction, this is a written declaration, of my pure intentions. So dictate by the sands of fate, you’ll read this when it’s time, but never too late. So, sit a spell and enjoy this written ride, for your Merry Christmas delight.
My little “Piggyback off the Positive” experiment is picking up momentum. This audacious endeavor spawned after my own words read like a stranger’s handbook in “Power of Positive Thought.” However, I feel this positive energy journey started many years before I bid my absent friends fairly well. It spawned before my Old-Testament long ride, and before the night I almost died.
What would you do if you knew the day your heart would shatter? What’s all the fuss, why would it matter? Would you choose light, and put up a fight? Or would the cold smoke, consume your night? Evil is easy. Love is effort.
I’ve yet to mark this next statement outright, it’s a typewritten repetition, to highlight our radiant delight. With a deeper peek behind the scenes, detective readers will soon glean. Every written word, from my collective work, is a puzzle piece, with a plan to esteem the meek. We live a timeless tale of sacrifice to suffer, then a solar flash wakes ye key players, to balance our upset mother. We’re all scheduled to settle this score, we victims of your evil systems, never no more.
So, why do I write in cryptic sayings and signs? I write to find the frequency, of your dormant mind. But why? To wake a slumbering giant who sits on a throne, and forever firm, your fresh new backbone.
More ‘why’ for the head-tilted jilted? I write to rise and rage, for those who know not they’re enslaved. For you to stand tall, and see the Saviour, in your stained-glass bathroom mirror. I write so our ailing numb neighbors can see Love, Dylan’s green bays, and the sun above. I write to remind wailing widow mothers, of the rays, just under the covers.
The most precious commodity in the Cosmos is not water or wood. Diamonds and gold have no value where spirits grow cold. Where, then, do we find this priceless universal oddity? How do we find it, then pack it in a basket? Oops, you already missed it. It’s gone right by, one more time. What is this slippery Saviour, of mankind? It’s the “now.” A present state of mind, to see the Divine.
St. Thomas wrote words from a living man who, too, saw the side-eye fight, of those who hide in our plain ‘ol sight. He wrote, “… Know what is in front of your face; what is hidden from you will be disclosed to you. There is nothing hidden that will not be revealed…” Now maybe we know why, they create the conditions for us to fight, beg, and die.
More sage wisdom of times long past, our ancestors knew the path to ever-last. Marcus Aurelius once said, “It’s not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.” From their perspective, and the heart of my disdain, the best class of slaves are the ones who don’t know they’re enchained.
I’m often unsure if my words guide my behavior, or if my behavior guides my words. We’re all authors of our short lives, why not write a tale, without any lies? Be true to yourself and see the Savior within, some love the dark, I only see the grin. It’s a timeless tale of honest intentions, rewritten to encourage, your deep reflection.
With a nod and a wink from notes galore, rudder words steer this tired vessel, to that sunny shore. My published works are a fraction of the song, to steer right, what’s gone so wrong. I live my life by the words I write and will not go gentle into that good night.
I have grand plans, if you’d like to join this song, have a seat, and help others sing along. We walk with clear new sight, we the people, will endure this new-age fight. We’re uneasy now, wobbling about, careful of the dark ones who stand with established clout. “Titan” is a moniker I dub to those who see beyond the color wheel wall. It’s a spiritual side-eye battle, we welcome one, where we go all.
Our best defense is a lock-tight mind, framed in positive frequency, we human Divine. Your brain is a powerful tool, up for bid, by those who think you’re a fool. It’s logical we return to the enemy, a volley of positive energy. These are laws of physics, so say those doubtful of mystics. What’s the harm in being kind, for ye, the 3d-minded mind?
Early departure from the framework of slavery systems creates a razor edge between infinite-Love and a 3rd dimension waking nightmare. Unguided missteps can cause a cataclysm for the tremble-legged modern-day Titan. May this letter grant your new legs, a sturdy stance to carry the gift we’ve all been granted.
We’ll tell you the same, like we did of times long past, we’re here to face the Devil, and earn the right to last. A cycle of destruction is upon us, may these written words, unify the honest. Those who reside in the shadow of fake flesh skin, will tremble from the light, of our timeless fight. Words will waken the walking Titan, then show all, we brave are Enlightened.
Scott “Longboard” Chapman served in 2nd Battalion 75th Ranger Regiment from 2001-2005. He deployed to Iraq during the 2003 invasion and then to the Afghan theatre 4 times. After the military, Scott worked in the executive protection space and then as an OGA security contractor. Providing security support to the Intelligence community where he deployed 17 times; mostly to the Forward Operating Bases (FOB). He provided security support for Intelligence personnel and operations. Scott continues to work in the contract security area. https://scottchapmanauthor.com/
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