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Stewed Thoughts,
with Over-Ripe Opinions
Home-Grown Philosophies 

While They Last!!


 

Sweat Drenched,
Steaming.
The long, hot Nights
slowly melting
into Tomorrows,

Safely, Quietly,
within my Dreams,
There’s nothing between me

and everything.

As I evaporated
sliding ever closer
to the abyss of sleep,
Suddenly, dawned on me
was the Why,
things change.

Why everything,
Peacefully,
Miraculously,
So, completely,
Comes to me
As if I planned it
all along
The darkness begets dawn

The sun rises
beautifully, 
uncovering hidden relief,
burning through
all aspects of disbelief.
Drying the Oasis
of thirsty doubters to stone
until dust is made of the skeptic bones.

On the inside, I was troubled,
grateful,
but still I wondered
How did all this change?
Was it a miracle?
A mystery?
Maybe I sold my soul accidentally?
Or maybe…

I had curiously,
willingly
connected to an abundant,
inexhaustible, all-knowing
source

I was adopted,
brought in,
made an heir
to a powerful, timeless
force!

The world different
And I was changed
on the outside
and the inside

For the first time
There was nothing
between me
and everything.

Haiku Twenty Twenty-Two

From Page Number One
Haiku: Number: Two Zero Two Two
Thaddeus Maximus
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Whoa! And Wow Wee Wow
We’re all Willing Witnesses
To our Promises

 

We Are Constructs
Painful wrecks carefully chiseled
From God’s Own Image

 

Ring Ring Tinnitus
Musical Gift That Keeps Giving
I hear you, clearly

 

Click, Pop, Magic Knees
You are amazing, thank you
for everything

 

Patience, I see you
Growing, silently, But True
The things we will do

 

Gratification
The Great I… Always Me… Me!!
Get A Grip!! Grow Up!!

 

Elusive Story
My American Novel
I know you’re in there

 

Instability
Mental Chain Reaction
Chemical Spirit

 

Our Lives Read Quickly
‘Though Your Character Lives
Your Fable Will Fade

 

Great Shepard, My Lord
I am your littlest sheep
Please remember me.
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First Words Written in
the year 2022
Thank you for Reading

Thousand Acre Garden

That Garden, That Knowledge,

And Why We Keep Coming Back to the Table

For the first time, possibly the first time ever, we are all faced with a thriving 1000 acre garden of knowledge, topped to the brim, overflowing with information and teeming with teachers from countless colleges, and online classes. Any hobby, any subject, career or past time can be studied from anywhere in the world by anyone at anytime, at whatever pace suits best.

Any endeavor can be explored through pictures, books, and a myriad of multi-media. Lectures held either in person or remotely from over 70 years of archives can be attended immediately; language and location is no longer of any consequence.

Files of dedicated data are constantly compiled and stored outside of the normal channels of learning, the reasons for this ranges from professional, to corporate, to amateur. Every step breaking down every facet of any imagined interest into bite sized easily digestible portions ready to deliver. There is no limit to what a person can learn or where they can apply that knowledge after is is attained.

And, although this beautiful garden is a delicately designed, thoroughly thought out arrangement, perfectly planned with each lesson being it’s own individual intellectual treasure just waiting to be uncovered, this could not be further from the truth.

This garden is wild. The fruits it offers us is old and has appeared many times throughout past ages.

It is unkempt.

The fact that all this knowledge lies at the top layer, mostly exposed, or atleast easily accessible by anyone who is interested is enough to look must prove that this garden of knowledge is a natural phenomenon, like oxygen or sunlight. It’s certainly not something a human civilization or culture would created and hand out completely free for people to enjoy.

 

The seeds of this garden of knowledge were sown deep into the soil eons and ages ago by something set on the pursuit of educating and evolving a people and planet. This didn’t have to be planned by an alien race or an all-powereful deity.

This explosion of knowledge could just be part of a very simple primitive system.  Even the fundamental system that brought subatomic matter together, is the same that produced gigantic organic factories able to manufacture and pump out megatons of complex molecules into the universe.

Time and Gravity started with electrons and protons and grew into galaxies filled with stars and nebulae and planets, which in our case became a world filled with animals and cultures and who knows what else is to come.

All it takes is Time and Gravity and boom, you get everything we see, hear, taste, and think.

So, after eons, and ages, and ages of eons, Time and Gravity could be responsible for some very delicate and highly sophisticated factories that are able to pump out some very surprising results.

Maybe elements we call Language and Knowledge and Technology.

We know that many Mysteries and Secrets existed in the past and even still today.

At one time, not long ago, the formation of elements and the forces inside of stars was beyond the horizons of our imagination. However, we can now look in at atomic structures and out at astronomical structure and see science as just a fact of life.

 

Our history is just as elaborate and extensive as it seems to be. From the things Egyptians did to the things modern civilizations can not do, we are overwhelmed by the things we have forgotten. Just the magnitude of ancient truths we see, yet have no explanation for, should be enough to convince us that we are returning to a level of knowledge we once had.

Sea of Love

As We Cast Ourselves Onto The Sea of Love

Thadd Presley

Anyone who talked to, or knew anything about, those who went out onto the sea and over the horizon in search of the elusive dream, must imagine crossing that strange ocean and how it will feel when first they set their feet and plant their flag somewhere in the pristine sands. Stories told of warm beaches and  hinted about the many ways it changes a person’s life.  No one knew for sure what lied out in the depths nor could they name the island.  No one ever dared a guess as to what it would be to go there and no one thought to ask the best way.

It was enough, only, to have hope and strength enough to set off alone into the vast ocean with nothing but a small boat and excited expectation. Arriving alive upon one of the sandy islands with a face full of sun during the day and eyes filled with countless stars at night was more than most would ever acheive.

“I’m going to that place lovers go,” one young man burned into a small piece of leather and that was enough, that was just the way of it.  All the directions around the compass and all the destinations on the world map meant nothing if love didn’t set the wheel and drive the vessel.

No one took provisions or asked for a map, no first mate ever boarded with the explorer.  It was a lone voyage.  On occasion, there were a few words quietly spoken by some who cared to announce their departure, but it rarely surpassed: “Bon voyage.  If I don’t return just know I am happy and I did as I knew best.”

An endless blue sky sat above a never ending ocean, indistinguishable except for sliding wave or a floating cloud. Then, with a pull of anchor, onto the sea of love they went.  Just a hope and a prayer.

A Low-Life at High Tide

 

A Low-Life at High Tide

by Thadd Presley

 

Breakwater Town
Out on the prowl
A million waves crash with one sound
To a short, fat light house

East-End friend
Best of the best of them then
Out on the point
Just more of my kind
That chick was way out of joint
I was a low-life at high tide

The battery at dawn
A quick shot across the bow
Is my soul for sale
or am I just a pawn?
For cryin out loud
It’s far too late for that now

Sudden movement of the crowd
She was left with no soul of her own
Everything’s not lost, it’s just for a sale
For crying out loud
It’s too late to save me now

No fool like an old fool
Super cool dude from the old school
I’ve been like this a long time

I’m a low life at high tide

In Shades of Red

 

The focus of “In Shades of Red” lies solely on the words of Jesus Christ.

It serves to only highlight what Jesus said. You will find the books, chapters, and verse numbers of the Holy Bible have not been included. My hope is that the reader will have a greater a chance to hear what Jesus taught and to see what His life meant for the rest of the world.

 

In Shades of Red – paperback

Metaphysics? Is it Science?

I have been asked about the science of metaphysics many times over the last twenty years. One of the most asked is: What does the subject cover? But right behind that is: Is it about ghosts and spiritual world?

 

I don’t think it is about ghost and the spiritual world at all. It does have the reputation of looking into subjects that are unknown to other science fields. But, that is why we need metaphysics. It does look into the unknown.

The best description I can give about metaphysics is that it’s the science of finding the right questions to ask about an unknown thing.

Once the right question is found and it makes enough sense to have a logical conclusion, then that question usually becomes it’s own science.  At one time, gravity, the atmosphere, the lights in the night sky were all approached from a spiritual angle of questioning.  But, once some insight was gained, and many hundreds of years of thinking was accomplished, the right questions began to come into view. Quite literally into view, as with the telescope and the microscope, for instance.

 

So, is metaphysics finished.  Not by a long shot.  There is still many unknowns in the world. Such as. what is consciousness?  We still haven’t found the right questions to ask about that subject.  And there are many, many more questions about our reality that we haven’t yet found the right instruments or tools to get at them in such a way as to form questions.

Is there other dimensions? This question is much about Gravity, because in many ways Gravity is still a very invisible subject to our sciences. Sure, we can see it interaction on our reality and we can quantify the force, but it’s not the whole picture.  Much of what we know as the force of gravity is not interacting with the stuff we see. It is leading researchers and physicist to consider the possibility of other dimensions which might explain where the undetectable fraction of gravity is manifesting.

What is a dimension? Where is a dimension? These are the questions that metaphysics think about and work on until a better question is formed that might lead to actual answers.

Another phenomenon, which has yet to have the right questions asked about it, is what happens after we die?  From the accounts of many people who have actually died and had what is known as a Near Death Experience, we get have sworn statements and must take them seriously.

So, we search for the right questions. What do people see?  What is the tunnel and the bright light at the end of it?

Answers then flood in from the other sciences. DMT from the brain, some say. Jesus and God, some say? It’s just a hallucination, other say.  and we can get no further that that because for one we have no way of recording and observing the actual event. And we don’t know the right questions to ask the witnesses.

Sure, we can say what did you see.  But, crime scene investigations will show you that many people don’t know what they are looking at most the time. So, we have to find tools and that involves finding the right questions to ask, so that a science — and no one knows which one — can invent a machine or a measuring device that will bring back data and concrete evidence.

So, metaphysics in a nutshell is a science that looks for the best questions to ask.

See, science is easy. Anyone can do it.

True Freedom Needs No Audience

Sometimes, when I sit with a notebook, I pretend there is no one. No one who will read it. No one who will ever even know I wrote it. This way, I can enjoy the moment for what it is. I am a writer and I enjoy writing.
No frills. No pretentious thoughts of where the creation can go and the over-arching story the character will eventually fit into. For that moment, I seek only the thrill of being alive and free.
True freedom needs no audience.  This is a truth we, not just the young, but all people have forgotten. More and more, every detail seems to deserve a place on a public timeline somewhere.  Social media is changing the way we create. And I don’t mean for the worse or that civilization is on the decline.
I’m only saying, it’s nice to write and create. No client needed, no deadline looming, nothing pushed onto the back burner to make room for it, it’s just life being lived as one would live it without instigation or worry.
A Life lived Free.
A new stories written only because I had the time to stretch my mind and allow it to be itself.  A relaxed look into the faces and at the voices of the characters who have lived in my head since before I can remember. All those people that have shaped me. everytime I allowed one to tell me a story, I learned something I never knew before, I realized there was a direction or a perception I had yet to explore.
Who are these voices, exactly? I’ve taken their advice, enjoyed their exultation, and heeded their warnings for decades. I learned from them how to quiet my inner voice, to just listen and allow them to hold the pen.  For the first time, I was the one listening, I was the one being entertained.
Freedom needs no audience because perhaps we are the audience of our own freedom. We enjoy watching ourselves enjoy the benefits of an understood life.  I can take my rightful place and simply watch the show unfold.

Introducing Carl Gaskin

 

In the coming months, our goal here at Fiction Weekly will be to introduce Carl Gaskin to the literary circles of the world.  Not only will we get to know the characters and the worlds created by his original fiction, but also through live readings where he so effortlessly brings his craft to life.

So, join me, my friends, as we close our ranks around and rally support for a new voice in writing, a true creator, and architect of the human experience. Help me as we get behind Carl Gaskin and lift the words and voice of this talented storyteller into lives and the hearts of readers around the world.

Thank you in advance for your responses.

Join us for this adventure.

[UPDATE]

you can now visit,  subscribe, and soon be able to submit your own writings to Carl’s Blog

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In To Views: a great forgotten interview

I really like this interview.   I would like to know the name of the interview and where they are now.  If you have any information please let me know.

Take a moment to read the interview.  It’s really fun to look back at thoughts from the old days.


Interview from 2011  “In To Views”


 

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