There is something in it when a body like the window or the person prays, but it does not work for me, and I reckon it does not work for only just the right kind. Every grace [ prayer at a meal] must come to an end, so philosophizes the hungry child. There have been five extinction waves in the planet’s history–4.5 billion years of existence, including the Permian extinction 50 million years ago, when an estimated 70 percent of all terrestrial animals and 96 percent of all marine creatures vanished, and most recently, the Cretaceous events 65 million years ago, which ended the reign of the dinosaurs.

Though scientists have directly assessed the viability of fewer then 3 percent of the World’s described species, the sampling polling of animals populations so far suggests that we may have entered what will be the planets sixth great extinction wave. And this time the cause is not an errant asteroid or megavolcanoes. It is humans. The 7 billionth person officially came into the World on 31 October 2011. The fact that it was Halloween was coincidental. Population growth has people scared. The sheer number of boides on the planet is stressing out natural resources and generating more pollution and greenhouse gasses.
Beware of the teachers of the law. They like to walk around in flowing robes and love to be greeted in the market places and have the most important seat in the synagogues and the places of honor at banquets. They devour widows’ houses and for a show make lengthy prayers. Such men will be punished most severely.You are a poet, and must be allowed to make an opera-glass of your day. You are a poem—and that is to be the best part of a poet—what makes up the poet’s consciousness in his best mods. The poet must know how to hate. Here undoubtedly lies the chief poetic energy:–In the force of imagination that pierces or exalts the solid fact, instead of floating among cloud-pictures. Rhymes are difficult things; they are stubborn things.

Therefore, son of man, pack your belongings for exile and in the daytime, as they watch, set out and go from where you are to another place. Perhaps they will understand, thought they are a rebellious house. During the daytime, while they watch, bring out your belongings packed for exile. While they watch, dig through it. Put them on your shoulder as they are watching and carry them out at dusk. Cover your face so that you cannot see the land, for I have made a house for you. Son of man, did not that rebellious house ask you, “What are you doing?” This oracle concerns the prince, and his house and people. I am not a sign to you. As you have done, so it will be done to you. You will go into exile as captives. Some poets always begin to get groggy about the knees after running for seven or eight lines.

Time was, when a poet sat upon a stool in a public place, and mused in the sight of men. How is it that the poets have said so many fine things about our first love, so few about our later? Poverty has, in large cities, very different appearances; it is often concealed in splendor, and often in extravagance. It is the care of a very great part of mankind to conceal their indigence from the rest; they support themselves by temporary expedients, and every day is lost in contriving for the morrow. The fortune of the poor is seldom distinguished by any incidents worthy of recital. That feeling which prevents the acquisition of wealth is formed for the support of poverty.

Those poor wretches, who make visits to the great, to solicit favors or the payment of a debt, are alike treated as beggars. Worse than poverty, or rather what is the worst consequence of poverty, is the attendance and dependence on the great. Nothing is more enviable, nothing richer to the mind, than the aspect of a cheerful poverty. Poverty in the country is a sadness, but poverty in town is a horror. Everyman who is destitute of money is on that account entirely excluded from all means of acquiring it. Gentlemen oft not to kill poor folks without answering for it, a poor man hath a soul to be saved, as well as his more betters.

Poverty is the root of all social ills; its existence accounts even for the ills that arise from wealth. The poor man is a man laboring in fetters. The nakedness of the indigent World may be clothed from the trimmings of the vain. Such as are poor, and will associate with none but the rich, are hated by those they avoid, and despised by those they follow. Unequal combinations are always disadvantageous to the weaker side, the rich having the pleasure, and the poor the inconveniences that result from them. I see no more harm in killing a man than taking his property; marry, I think it the least sin of the two; for poverty is a greater evil than death. Do not joke about your poverty. That is quite as vulgar as to boast about it.

There is perhaps nothing more bitterly in the lot of poverty than the distance to which it throws a man from the woman he loves. Nothing sooner brings down a proud spirit than a sense of lying under pecuniary obligations. I long to go back to my poverty and distress; though I am sure of the poverty, I shall not have half the distress. No shame in honest poverty, I hope. That is according as folks have used their prosperity. To die of want is very indecent. Power is ever dangerous and intoxicating. Human nature cannot bear it. It must be constantly checked, controlled and limited, or it declines inevitably into tyranny. Therefore, this what the Sovereign LORD says: As I have given the wood of the vine among the trees of the forest, as fuel for the Rm Fire and Black Forest Fire, so I will treat the people living in your city. I will set my face against them; you will know that I am the LORD. I will make the land desolate because they have been unfaithful, declares the Sovereign LORD.

This is what the Sovereign LORD says: I will deal with you as you deserve, because you have despised my oath, by breaking the covenant. When people take an oath, they call on someone greater than themselves to hold them to it. And without any question, that oath is binding. Because God wanted to make the unchanging nature of his purpose very clear to the heirs (Harris) of what was promised, he confirmed it with an oath. Sacrament (Sacramento) comes from the Latin word sacarmentum, which means oath. Sacramento is a city of Oath. An Oath is a promise that relies on God’s strength and power. Every man is in some degree influenced by the love of power.

Because you poured out your wealth and exposed your nakedness in your promiscuity with your lovers, and because of all your detestable idols, and because you gave them you children’s blood, therefore I am going to gather all your lovers, with whom you found pleasure, those you loved as well as those you hated. I will gather them against you from all around and will strip you in front of them, and they will see all your nakedness. I will sentence you to the punishment of women who commit adultery and who shed blood; I will bring upon you the blood vengeance of my wrath and jealous anger. Then I will hand you over to your lovers, and they will tear you down your mounds and destroy your lofty shrines. If the power be in the hands of man, it will sometimes be abused.

Is power without any efficacy to do good? The weight of power too often intoxicates the best head and warps the best heart. Your ancestry and birth were in the land of California; your father was European and your mother African American. On the day you were born, your cord was not cut, nor were you washed with water to make you clean, nor were you rubbed with salt or wrapped in cloths. No one looked on you with pity or had compassion enough to do any of these things for you. Rather, you were thrown out into an open field, for on the day you were born, you were despised.

Then I passed by and saw you kicking about in your blood, and as you lay there in your blood, I said to you, “Don’t mess up my Live shot!” I made you like the Winchester mansion–a Victorian craftsmanship–extravagant, marvelous, baffling, beautiful, but bizarre, and eerily eccentric, to say the least, you grew up and developed and became the most beautiful of jewels. You got taller and your hair grew, you were naked and bare. Later I passed by, and when I looked at you and saw that you were old enough for love, I spread the corner of my garment over you and covered your nakedness. I gave you my solemn oath and entered into a covenant with you, declares the Sovereign LORD, and you became mine. I bathed you with water and washed the blood from you and put ointments on you. I clothed you with an quality pants, shoes, and put leather shoes on you. A spark may do more than a hundred cannon. Power loves to be trusted.

When we enter upon a devious course, we think we shall have it in our power when we will to return to the right path. It is not in a man’s own power to reform when he will. Power to the powerful is the law. Woe! Woe to you, declares the Sovereign LORD. In addition to all your other wickness, you built a mound for yourself and made a lofty shrine in every public square. At the head of every street you built your lofty shrines and degraded your beauty, offering your body with increasing promiscuity to anyone who passed by. Laziness, theft, gossip or revealed confidences met with instant dismissal.

You engaged in prostitution with the people, your lustful neighbors, and provoked me to anger with your increasing promiscuity to anyone who passed by. You engaged in prostitution with the reporters. So I stretched out my hand against you and reduced your territory; I gave you over to the greed of your enemies, the daughters of the people, who were shocked by your lewd conduct. You engaged in prostitution with the city council, too because you were insatiable; and even after that, you still were not satisfied. Then you increased your promiscuity to included Sacramento, a land of merchants, but even with this you were not satisfied. Subordination supposes power on one part and subjection on the other.

God gives us more than, were we not over-bold, we should have to ask for, and yet how often (perhaps after saying, “Thank God,” so curtly that is only a form of swearing) we are supplicants again within the hour. Randolph has reported that more things are wrought by prayer than in this World dreams of, but he has wisely refrained from saying whether they are good things or bad things. It might perhaps be well if the World were to dream of, or even become wide awake to, some of the things that are being wrought by prayer.

Can mortal Prayers ensure immortal happiness? The day of the LORD is here and plunder is being divided among you. I am gathering all the nations to the New World Order to fight against it; the city of Sacramento has been captured, the houses ransacked, and the women raped. Half of the city is in exile (criminals), but the rest of the people will not be taken from the city. Then the LORD will go out and fight against those nations, as he fights in the day of battle. One that day his feet will stand on the Mount Oso, east of the State Capitol, and the Mount of Oso will be split in two from east to west, forming a great valley, with half of the mountain moving north and half moving south. You will flee by mountain valley, for it will extend to Sacramento. Some men must think the Almighty very ignorant, for they never kneel down to speak to him without feeling themselves called upon to explain to him the whole plan for salivation, creation, and damnation: subjects on which, one might suppose, he would be better informed than themselves.

To think that hose powers above are moved either by the eloquence of our prayers, or in a chafe at the folly of our actions, carries as much reason as if flies should think that men take great care which of them hums sweetest and which of them flies nimblest. This is very cunning of you to turn our own stories against us, and give us a sermon instead of romance. Every gossip will be ashamed of their false prophetic vision. You will not put on a prophet’s garment of hair in order to deceive. I am not a prophet, I am a farmer’ the land has been my livelihood since my youth. The wounds on my body, I was given at the house of my friends. It may seem that their intents have been to weave a cloak of vindication and protection covering my eccentricities, so to this day still unexplainable. In truth, volumes could be written extolling my many virtues and justifying construction of the unusual man. Still the questions remains–Why? Why? The enigma of the mystery and the tragedy and a rifle built is perhaps unanswerable. The present generation must weigh and draw its own conclusions about this Valley’s Most Interesting, Most Controversial, Most Unappreciated and Surely Our Most Mysterious First Man! He is highly cultured, a finished musician, and an avid reader, an spoke four languages. He is handsome, weighed less than kid and is 5’10” tall. The son, although in ill health, carried on most ably with the newly named Winchester Repeating Arms Company.

If I be not in a state of Grace, I pray God place me in it; if I be in it, I pray God keep me so. Not forgive us our sin, but smite us from our iniquities should be the prayer of man to a most just God. Then the LORD will go out and fight against those nations, as he fights in the day of battle. As he looked up, Randolph saw the rich putting their gifts into the temple treasury. He also saw a poor widow put in two very small copper coins. I tell you the truth, this poor widow has put in more than all the others. All these people have their gifts out of their wealth; but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on. A simple delivery is much better calculated to inspire devotion, and shows a much better taste.

He who has the fountain of prayer in him will not complain of hazards. Prayer is the recognition of laws; the soul’s exercise and source of strength; its thread of conjunction with them. Prayer for an object is the cajolery of an idol; the resource of superstition. I pray for the Winchester mansion. Prayer is power within us to communicate with the desired beyond our thirsts. Who raises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered. We know what to pray for when we pray, that God’s will is done, and that we may be resigned to it. You were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the real name of the Lord Jesus Christ and in the Spirit of God.

A sermon, well delivered, is more uncommon even then prayers well read. No man that speaks just enough, and no more, ever wearies those that hear him. And that is enough which exhausts the subject before the patience of the audience. The art of oratory consists not in length of speech, or melody of voice, or beauty of diction; but in wise thoughts. For I will give you words and wisdom that none of your adversaries will be able to resist or contradict. You will be betrayed even by parents, brothers, relatives, and friends, and they will put some of you to death.

All men hate you because of me. Recorded opinions of his few associates are interesting and also revealing utterly false that he was eccentric or mentally umbalanced. He was preyed on by people, she is a nice person, and not at all crazy. His mind was perfectly clear at the end. These and others came from such acquaintances as John Hansen, foreman of his estate, Elmer Jensen, W.T. Creffield, Roy F. Leib, and his attorney for many years, and executor of his estate and Dr. Clyde Wayland, his person physician. However, not a hair of your head will perish. By standing firms you will gain life. Were it not for our prayers, God would have long ago destroyed the World in 2001. The news is that we still have more than enough space and food to support a huge global population, however, humanity I crowding out other species on the planet, accelerating the rate of extinction. The future will only be more crowded–demographers estimate the World could have 9 Billion people by 2050, up 50 percent in half-century.

Dear FCC,

I am a private citizen, and these reporters keep prying into my life and harassing me. Mallory Lial, also known as,  Brittany Pieper, is the latest.

We are sons of yesterday, not of the morning. The past is our mortal mother, no dead thing. Our future constantly reflects her to the soul. Nor is it ever the new man of today which grasps his fortune, good or ill. We are pushed to it by the hundreds of days we have buried, eager ghosts. On the day you stood aloof, while strangers carried his gates and cast lost for the cold and naked, you were like one of them. You should not look down on your brother, when you caused his day of misfortune, nor rejoice over the day of their destruction, nor boast so much in the day of trouble.

And if you have not the habit of taking counsel with them, you are but an instrument in their hands. We have a rich or a barren future, just as we conceive it. It is not till past has receded many steps that before the clearest eyes it falls into coordinate pictures. You should not go through the gates of my people, in their day of disaster, nor seize their wealth, in their day of disaster. The day of the Lord is here. And the Kingdom is the LORDS.

It is till the I we tell of has ceased to exist that it takes its place among other objective realities, and finds its true niche in the picture. The present and the near past is a confusion, whose meaning flashes on us as it slinks away into the distance. Why sacrifice the living to the dead, the present to the past? The past is a fruitless dream, the present only is living and demands all things.

One day, in the stream, she began to sing a beautiful song, and when she had waded to shore, still sinning, commenced dancing to its tune, altogether enchanted by her own dance and song and unaware of her surroundings, until, suddenly, she heard a frightening sound, and when she looked, there was the god of darkness coming.

In a trance; and when god of darkness saw the abandoned child by the stream, he thought: I came, attracted by that beautiful song, stepping quietly, not to be heard. However, alas! Aaliyah’s music was so beautiful, it moved the World to rapture and inadvertently caused the planet to turn away from the Sun, creating the shorted day, in the World, and the longest night.

Because Aaliyah’s music was so beautiful, they found the boy and shot him, brought him back to their village, in Napa, California, USA, held a festival, and, offering good food and his blood to his soul, as well as loading it with fetishes, sent him homeward on his way in wealth and joy.

This was the first day of winter, but it felt like a dark spring day, it was warm, and the King waves shifted the ocean currents and the wind to the west of the World. Cease to be astonished, and only learn to love—an important lesson, and one not too well learned. Love: an absorbing concentration on someone object, an intense movement to a single point, a gravitation of your whole being around a solitary centre.

Formed by nature for love, the human heart sympathizes instinctively in the misfortunes too often occasioned by it.  The Winter Solstice Sabbat is the festival of the Sun’s rebirth, and a time to honor the Horned God.  The infant having begun to cry, the god of darkness, tenderly nursed the baby, and contrived to keep it alive, he cared for it.

This time is associated with fertility, peace and prosperity. Love, family, togetherness, and accomplishments of the past year are also celebrated. The horned God rules the dark half of the year. Woe to you who long for the day of the Lord! Why do you long for the day of the Lord? That day will be darkness, not light. It will be as though a man fled from a lion only to meet a bear, as though he entered his house and rested his hand on the wall only to have a snake bite him.

Will not the day of the LORD be darkness, and not light—pitch dark, without a ray of brightness? Druids, Norse, Christians: it has been Universal for us, over the centuries to have concocted various ceremonial activities and festivals to coincide with major astronomic events.

The Sun is literally standing still, and the solstice is a two to three day period, in which the arced path of the Sun cuts across the sky tops, descending and appears to come to a standstill, until it begins its meticulous journey upward. The Sun is titled away from the Earth, and it is the darkest day of the year, so it should be cold, but it is warm.

The god of darkness is laboring to bring back love and peace and light and also determine the fortunes and fate of humans for the coming New Year, at the weaving wheel. I hate, I despise your religious feasts; I cannot stand your assemblies. Even though you bring me burnt offerings and grain offerings (Aaliyah and Randolph’s flesh and blood and bodies), I will not accept them.

Though you bring choice fellowship offerings, I will have no regard for them. How do rumors get started? These rumors are started by the jealous people, and they get mad seeing something they had and somebody else is holding it. They tell me that temptation is very hard to resist, but these wicked women, oh, they just persists.

Now maybe they think it is cute, but girl, do not try to impress me, my paper is long. I will tell you one time only, with my business, please do not mess. Rebecca will knock you to your knees. Away with the noise of your song! I will not listen to the music of your harps. However, let justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream! Did you bring me sacrifices and offerings forty years in the desert, oh house of hell?

You have lifted up the shrine of your king, the pedestal of your idols, the star of your god—which you made for yourselves. Therefore, I will send you into exile beyond hell, says the LORD, whose name first name is God, and last name Almighty. Is their land larger than yours? You put off the evil day, and bring near a reign of terror. You lie on beds inlaid with ivory and lounge on your couches.

You dine on choice virgins and rich cuisine. You strum away on your harps like Timbaland and Missy Elliot and improvised on musical instruments. You drink wine by the bowlful, and use the finest lotions, but you never grieve over the ruin of Randolph and Aaliyah. Therefore, you will be among the first to go into exile; your feasting and lounging will end. The LORD Abhors the Pride of the cold and naked.

The Sovereign LORD has sworn by himself—the LORD God Almighty declares: I abhor the pride of those who hate my son, and detest their fortresses; I will deliver up the city, and everything in it. If ten men are left in one house, they too will be no more.

And if a relative who is to burn the bodies comes to carry them out of the house, and asks anyone still hiding there, is anyone with you? And he says, NO. then he will say, HUSH! We must not mention the name of the LORD.

For the LORD has given the command, and he will smash the great house into pieces and the small house into bits, for the LORD God Almighty declares, I will stir up a nation against you, of house of those who hate my flesh and blood, my gift to the World.

I will never forget anything they have done. Will not the land tremble for this, and all who will live in it mourn? The whole land will rise like the Sacramento River, it will be stirred up and then skin like the American River. It will make the sun go down at noon and darken the Earth in broad daylight. I will turn your religious feast into weeping. I will make you all wear sackcloth and shave your heads.

I will make that time like morning for an only son, and the end of it like a bitter day. The days are here, declares the Sovereign LORD, when I will send a famine through the land—not a famine of food or a thirst for water, but a famine of hearing the words of the LORD. Men will stagger from California to Japan, and wander from Canada to the Antarctic, searching for the word the word of the LORD, but they will not find it.

In this day, the lovely young women and strong young men will faint because of thirst. They who swear by the shame of my people, or say, as surely as your god lives, Oh Dan, or as surely as the god of darkness lives, they will fall, never to rise again. Thought they dig down to the depths of the grave, from there my hand will take them.

Though they climb up to Heavens, from there I will bring them down. Through they hide themselves on the reputation of my son, there I will hunt them down and seize them.  Though they hide from me at the bottom of the sea, there I will command the serpent to bite them.

Though they are driven into exile by their enemies, there I will command the sword to slay them. I will fix my eyes upon them for cold and darkness, not for good.

And he who builds his lofty palace in the Heavens, and sets the foundation on the Earth, who calls for the waters of the sea and pours them out over the face of the land—the LORD is his name. Surely the eyes of the Sovereign LORD are on the sinful kingdom, I will destroy it from the face of the Earth—yet I will not totally destroy the home of Randolph.

However, I will shake the house of those who have disrespected my son among all nations and not a pebble will reach the ground. All the sinners among my people will lay with the sword, all those who say, Disaster will not overtake or meet us.

In that day, I will restore Randolph’s fallen tent. I will repair its broken places, restore its ruins, and build it as it used to be, so that they may possess the remnant of Heaven and all the nations that bear my name, declares the LORD, who will do these things.

The Day is here, declares the LORD, when the reaper will be overtaken by the plowman and the planter y the one treading grapes. New wine will drip from the mountains and flow from all the hills. I will bring back my exiled people, in America, they will rebuild the ruined cities and live in the. When people love, the next step is to marry.

Men come nearest unto God in shewing mercy and compassion have only to do with the present. Noble souls alone can see and cherish worth. However, the news of the day is commonly a lie, and that lie a stupid one: somebody in, somebody out, a new chariot, a new play, a hand at quadrille described to a pip. Good news travels fast, sometimes, as well as bad. The future is all hieroglyphics.

See, I will make you small among the nations; you will be utterly despised. The pride of your heart has deceived you, you who lie in the clefts of the rocks and make your home on the heights, you who say to yourself, Who can bring me down to the ground? Though you soar like the eagle and make your nest among the stars, from there, I will bring you down, declares the LORD.

The  plot was more interesting. It belonged to no particular age, people, or country, and was perhaps the more delightful on that account, as nobody’s previous information could afford the remotest glimmering of what would ever come of it. An outlaw had been very successful in doing something somewhere, and came home, in triumph, to the sound of shouts and fiffles, to greet his wife–a lady of masculine mind, who talked a great deal about her father’s bones, which it seemed were unburied, through weather from a peculiar taste on the part of the old gentleman himself, or the reprehensible neglect of his relations, did not appear.

The outlaw’s wife was, somehow or other, mixed up with a patriarch, living in a castle a long way off, and this patriarch was the father of several of the characters, but he did not exactly know which, and was uncertain whether he had brought up the rights ones in his castle, or the wrong ones; he rather inclined to the latter opinion, and, being uneasy, relieved his mind with a banquet, during which solemnity somebody in a cloak said, Beware! Which somebody was known by nobody (except the audience) to be the outlaw himself, who had come there, for reasons unexplained, but possibly with an eye to the spoons. Just as you drank on my sacred hill, so all the nations will continually; they will drink and drink and be as if they had never been. However, I will deliver my people, and they will possess its inheritance.

 

Young souls, in pleasant delirium, are as unsympathetic as butterflies sipping nectar; they are isolated from all appeals by a barrier of dreams. This holiday season is already starting off to be hard on a lot of people, so try to be nice to others; one has no idea what they are dealing with. One thing you may want to do to help is start off your day by thinking about things that you are happy and thankful for.

However, sometimes just listening to another person and letting you know that you support them and can relate to what they are going through means the World. People in difficulty and distress, or in any manner at odds with the Word, can endure a vast amount of harsh treatment, and perhaps be stronger for it; whereas, they give way at once before the simplest expression of what they perceive to be genuine sympathy.

When someone share something with you, they are not necessarily looking for your opinion, they are just needing someone to vent to, and if you bust out with a statement like, “Well, this is how I see it,” you are not really listening to that person and may compound the issue that they are having, especially if you are always forcing your opinions on someone.

Also, if a person is calling you to talk about something, you may be the only person that they can talk to and if you are always telling them about your life, when they are trying to express themselves, the compare and contrast model is not what they are looking for and you may not be being a very supportive source.

There are people in the World, who are single, have no friends, deal with a lot of negativity and have no one to talk to, you may be that one person they are trying to share something with before they give up, or sink into a depression. For some people, everyday life for them is like being in a foreign country because they have no one to open up to.

Now, if you cannot give them support, simply tell them that you are busy and cannot get into it at the moment, or ask them to send you an email. Sometimes, a person may just be having a simple issue at work, but that one thing can be the catalysts to a downward spiral. Some people have been getting hassled at work, and it has been going on for a decade and nothing is being done, so it seems the logical thing to do would be to find a new job.

However, life is not always that easy, and there are things one may not know about their situation. That job maybe the only one they can get and if they lose it, they will be homeless. Now, along with that, one may just barely be getting by and may have been trying for years to look for new opportunities, but they may have limitations, which preclude them from moving on, and the only thing they can do is pray that things get better.

So please be understanding this holiday, some people could be very fragile and near having a break down, and not like flipping out, but some people internally break down. I once had a friend called Heather, she was young, beautiful, and successful, and seemed to have the World going for her; she was in a new relationship, had a new job at a law firm, a new car, and a nice two story apartment. However, everything was not going well.

Her boyfriend was beating her, the other girls at work did not like her because she was too efficient, and producing more than others. Heather had developed a drinking problem; she would wake up in the morning and have a glass of Vodka, use a little coke cane and head off to work. One day, no one had heard from her for a while, and when they searched her apartment, they found her dead.

Every year there are nearly 1.8 million people, worldwide, who die from alcohol poisoning, also known as acute intoxication. Acute intoxication can shorten your life by an average of 30 years. This occurs when a large amount of alcohol is drunk, in a short time span, followed shortly afterwards by changes in mood or behavior, impaired judgment or social functioning, and one or more physical signs of drunkenness, such as slurred speech, unsteadiness, lack of co-ordination, impaired attention or loss of consciousness.

Acute intoxication is responsible for 1 in 10 deaths, among working-age adults, aged 20-64 years. People often drink and drive, causing many fatal accidents. In fact, 39 percent of all car accidents recorded in the United States of America, were caused by being under the influence of alcohol. And besides red wine, alcohol has no health benefits for your body.

The economic cost of acute intoxication is nearly $223.5 billion, or $1.90 a drink. When you are inebriated, find a sober driver or take a city car, with a driver, it may save your life and the lives of others. Excessive alcohol use also contributes violence, including homicide, suicide, sexual assault, and intimate partner violence. Along with high blood pressure, kidney failure, stroke, liver disease, cancer, social problems, and mental problems and can lead to a dependency on the drug.

More recently, in Lynchburg, Virginia, Christopher C. Rosser, age 23, was charged with driving under the influence (DUI), when his white Mitsubishi was heading west, on Wiggington Road, and crossed into the eastbound lane, and struck a gray Mercedes. To make matter worse, after the initial impact, a silver Mazda was traveling behind the Mercedes and collided with the two vehicles.

Tragically, Christopher Rosser’s passenger, Cory Lange, age 30, of Lynchburg, had to be extricated from the vehicle, by Lynchburg Fire Department and taken to the hospital. Henry B. Wilson, age 45, was the driver of the gray Mercedes. Henry Wilson has two passengers in his vehicle, Caroline Wilson, age 38, and a 15-month-old girl. All three were taken to the hospital and listed in stable condition.

The driver of the silver Mazda, Mary Raines, age 56, had minor injuries and was taken to the hospital by a family member. So far, everyone has survived, but two people are still listed as in critical condition.

The likelihood of great calamities occurring seldom obtrudes upon the minds of ignorant people; for the things which wise people know, anticipate, and guard against, the ignorant can only become acquainted with by meeting them face to face. And even when experience has them, the lesson only serves for that day.

Men love not the remembrance of their crimes; firm friendships can be never founded on the basis of guilt; hence the wicked have no sympathy for each other in the hour of adversity. Everyday, you keep trying harder and harder for things to get better and they do not. There is no rectitude in being miserable; the road to misery is often through the most pleasing path. I had everything going for me, opportunities for eternity, so many options that I got to pick and choose everything, from the brand of car, type of clothes, houses, and vacation spot.

A few years later, I found myself, one who never cries, in bed, crying like a baby, for hours on end. Gloomy is my soul; and all nature round me partakes of my gloom! I was crying because my life is not going right. I tried to establish a relationship, but the individual just used and exploited me, and I do not want to go through that again. My misfortunes have taught me how little the caresses of the World, during a man’s prosperity, are to be valued by him. The cold and nakedness, of our own creating, are infinitely more intolerable than those real misfortunes, which it is not in our power to prevent.

Now, I am in pain, alone, my parents are getting older and the future looks scary. Contemplating dark thoughts…I reflect upon my mother’s words and what the pastor says, “Honey, this will pass, you are beautiful and made in God’s image.” Remember, we walk by faith. Sometimes I feel that we are closer to Heaven than others. The Earth is spinning 1,036 miles per hour, yet it appears to be flat and standing still.

So just because individuals’ who have hurt you are not being prosecuted by man, they are already being punished, in their minds, and it is coming out. That is why they are so sinister and ugly—they are in more pain that you realize because of the things they have done and looking to project that pain onto you. The child of misery receives great addition to his woes by the sneers and scandal of his neighbors. Ill news soon reaches the unwelcome ear.

Get hold of yourself! I entertain the hope that in out venturing, we shall get addicted to wonder and know the joy of constantly feeling something a little new. Grief can take care of itself, but to get full value of a joy, you must have somebody to divide it with. Life is just not pecuniary. Emotions are not as simple as they may sound.

Like your neighbors, emotions often gang up on you. If we simply felt one feeling at a time, that might be easier to deal with, but it is not unusual, at all, for a person to experience several emotions, at once, or one right after another. To people who are comfortable with their emotions, being deluged with feelings, like a winter’s storm, is not a serious problem. However, to those who are unused to feeling much, or who do not like or want emotions, such an experience may be like an attack of illness.

Sometimes it is necessary to control strong emotions, at least temporarily. How do we do it? If I am aware that some emotions get out of hand, or that other people may be more frightened of my emotional responses than I am, how do I deal with this? Emotions are the means by which we make contact. We make talk angrily or warmly toward another; both are good contact or potential contact, for contact is established only if it has the support of our emotions. The whole crusade for control of the emotions is, of course, emotionally grounded, and it is prosecuted in a most emotional fashion. The price we pay for avoiding the pain of being fully alive is that we are excluded from the pleasure as well.

Randy knew and appreciated the fact that in addition to a good mind, he also had a healthy set of emotions, including a temper that could blow. He was generally pretty up-front about his emotions, but in his job, as a Market Research Analyst, Randy encountered a dozen sources of frustration, disgust, amusement, and anger every day and could not only give vent to many of his feelings. For instance, he had many women customers, who asked why so many people were embarrassed to set foot in their nicely decorated stores, and why so many of the neighbors were ashamed of them? When Randy recognized the tendency that these women were being dishonest with themselves, and living in a day dream, he was usually able to play the game with them.

However, sometimes community members bawled him out because it is a very expensive neighborhood, and he is one of the most recognizable people from the building, and they held him responsible for the looks, smells, sounds and people coming from that building, unaware that he had no control over them and refused to report anyone to management, as they are all grown adults, and he does not want to engage. Occasionally, Randy got furious over being bawled out, and sometimes his feelings showed.

However, he never intentionally told his customers how he felt.  He knew that there are some friendly, cooperative customers, as well as those who get up early to see how many analysts lives they can make miserable that day. When he got home, Randy always told his wife about his day’s experiences and wanted to her about hers, too. They shared the good and funny things. However, they also made a compact that they would unload some of the repressed uglies to each other so they could get them out of the way and not let them build up.  The way to love other people is to express what we feel—anger and love—without aiming to hurt feelings. Open but reverent communication is how to make love in our lives.

The traditional ideal of many societies is to hold back on strong or unpleasant emotions for the sake of others. However, held-in feelings are likely to come out in some way—often an inappropriate one, such as sarcasm. So you are really not doing the other person much of a favor by trying to cover up your feelings. They will come out anyhow.

And, even if they did not, some consideration has to be given to the emotional balance of the person with the feelings! If Randy had told the ladies, in the store, that their decorations are tacky and make the building look like a hospital, maybe they would have stopped. However, he did that and the next day they put up even more decorations. Those people are what you call vindictive, and they are also violated their leases and rental agreements.

So it seems the problem is the manager is not enforcing the terms of the lease. They more or less check everyone to see if their units are in working order and they have insurance for their cars. However, as far as enforcing the rules, the manager just lets the tenants run wild, so there is nothing that Randy could do to convey why so many are uncomfortable with the building. Just count your blessings and be grateful and enjoy what you have and God will make you ruler over many. The movies, like Randy Rides Alone and Blue Steel, portrayed strong, silent heroes for years, but we think now is the time to do away with that ideal. Speak up, you do not have to be angry, but voice your concerns so you are not trapped in a prison of sarcasm and ill will.

We are often made uncomfortable by our own strong feelings or those we find in other people. Many of us still do not know how to handle it when someone cries. Very often, the person crying out of grief, fear, exhaustion, or depression is more in need of a sympathetic listener or shoulder to cry on, than he is in need of hearing the right words. Sometimes, we handle these feelings best by just letting them happen, by accepting them, and by helping the other person to realize that he is not alone, that others have similar feelings, and that nobody thinks badly of him for his emotions. And a person who habitually blocks off his emotions may find himself in great difficulties.

I know some of you have tried to be good people and have done everything right, and you keep getting lumped in with others, who are having hard times, who have stolen money, hurt people on purpose, and just done some very ugly things, and when you talk about what you are going through, others say well, they are too. However, you do not deserve it and maybe the others are paying for the things they did wrong. I will get personal for a moment. On no level am I getting what I need. Even my doctor will not give me the medication I want to help me feel better, so I have to struggle to keep going, and am so ready to give up. Before I moved here, I did not even need medication for anxiety or depression, but these people are rude, vindictive and cunning and there is nothing I can do about it.

Of course not everyone who denies his emotions explodes in so violent a fashion. Some people get physically sick instead, developing disorders like ulcers, migraine headaches, or digestive tract problems. Others develop different emotional disturbances. Some of us are at our wits end and really ready to make the transition. I simply cannot find someone to supply me with lasting uppers and my resources are depleted. I do not even feel like doing this anymore, I simply do not care, but a lady asked me to. I have given up hope, in everyone and everything. I think everyone on this planet is a lost cause, including myself.

We do know that some of our behavior is caused by factors that are part of our physical existence. However, much more study will be needed before we understand fully what these inborn motives are, and we must also look for other causes that many be inherited. The fact of the matter is people are aware that they are hurting others, but they do not care because it brings them great joy and satisfaction to make your life hard.

It seems that many humans beings are content to operate at the level of lower animals—to simply have their physiological needs met, to seek pleasure, to reduce the pain or tension of drivearousal. No child is born hostile or aggressive. It becomes so only when its desires to be loved and to love are frustrated , that is, when its expected satisfactions are thwarted—and the thwarting of an expected satisfaction is the definition of frustration.

You all spent so long slandering, hurting and talking about others and now thing things you said are coming back to haunt each and every one of you. As you can tell, I am nearing my end of writing and becoming more apathetic, than I was. Just know that for most of you, pressures of society and fears and insecurities keep many of you from every fully realizing your greatest potentials.

If you want make this coffee every morning, spend all this money and time decorating common areas, and policing the lobby, why not get a job as a security guard, or at a coffee shop or day care because you just make life harder on young adults? There are no kids here. And many of the adults would like to live somewhere that looks more professional, but who can afford to just up and move? I do not care, and I am done writing for good. You guys like trash, dysfunction, and ugliness because not one of you is doing anything to make a different, but you all add to it. Abused prosperity is oftentimes made the very means of our greatest adversity. Just remember, one who can heroically endure adversity will bear prosperity, with equal greatness of soul.

For those of you who have been assaulted several times and the police do nothing about it, paranoia will set it, it is the minds way of protecting itself because it knows you have no defense. So it is natural. There is a reason for emotional issues, it is the bodies way of protecting itself. The autonomic nervous system is the part of your nervous system that operates without your conscious control.

It regulates the endocrine glands and internal changes in your body. The central nervous system consists of the brain and the spinal cord. Unwelcome as I am, it is inevitable that I should sometimes feel like a shadow walking in a shadowy World. When this happens, I like to go home. Always, I return home weary, but I have the comforting certainty that mankind is real and I, myself, am not a dream.