What do you Believe?

I was reading W.K. Clifford and it put me in mind of Plato’s Meno, in which Socrates distinguishes between Opinion and Knowledge. The man who has the right Opinion knows what it true but can not say why he knows it. The man who has knowledge knows what is right and can say why.

For Socrates, it made no difference whether the actions are based upon right Opinion or Knowledge because the results would be the same. But, for Clifford the difference is crucial. He insists that every person has a responsibility to make sure that their action is based on knowledge and not only right opinion.

“The life of anyone who will not accept the responsibility of acting only on knowledge will prove to be one long mistake against mankind”. — W.K. Clifford

What is Belief and how are they created?

If I were to ask you about what your belief, what you answer?

But, before you answer, I want to say that your belief is not a private matter. Your belief concerns more than yourself. Our lives are guided by the general assumptions made by society for social purposes. Our words, our phrasings, our form, and their processes, indeed every mode of thought are common property, fashioned and perfected from age to age; heirlooms which every succeeding generation inherits as a precious deposit and sacred trust to be handed on to the next one, not unchanged but enlarged and purified with clear marks of each.

It is our belief that prompts us into action. Any belief at all holds some influence upon the action of whoever holds it. Even if the action never comes to fruition and the belief is not immediately acted upon in open deeds, it is stored up for the guidance of the future.

Imagine there was once an island where some of the inhabitants professed a belief and formed themselves into a Society for the purpose of informing the populace of their belief. They published documents and did all in their power to spread the news of their belief and get others to believe. So loud was the noise they made, that a commission was appointed to investigate the facts; but after the commission had carefully inquired into all the evidence that could be got, it appeared that their belief was unfounded. Not only was it untrue, but it became apparent that there was very little evidence to support their belief to begin with and could have been settled easily if the original believers had attempted a fair inquiry for themselves.

After these disclosures, the inhabitants of the island looked upon the members of the Society, not only as persons whose judgment should be questioned, but also as no longer to be counted as honorable. For, although they had sincerely believed in what they spread to all who would listen, they had no right to believe considering what little evidence they had before them. Their sincere convictions, instead of being honestly earned by patient inquiry, were in fact stolen by listening to the voice of prejudice and passion.

Let’s say, the investigation proved the belief to be true and the Society in the right. Would this make any difference in their guilt for believing without knowledge? Clearly, they are still guilty. Of course, they would now say: “We were right after all. Perhaps, next time you will believe us.” But that does not clear them of the guilt, it only means they were not found out.

Changing Realities

Imagine how much our perception has changed in the last five years. Most of us have seen undeniable Mandela effects. We’ve faced the reality of our childhood memories being wrong, contemplated the obvious changes to the past, noted things we know that are now different, and we just write it off as a thing that happens now.  Accepted it as if it’s not that strange anymore.

The past is changing right before our eyes and the future is changing by the decisions we make. So, why is it so hard to grasp that NOW is just as flexible?

You can change the future right? 

The past is changing right? Atleast, something is changing it.So, think about it. There is a way to change your situation, your role, your everything.

People say and we read: Become who you want to be, become the greatest version of yourself, visualize what you want and you will attract it.

These are true and they work. But I want to add or change one thing:

Be who you want to be… Right Now.

You want to be a writer? Then, get a pen and write. Publishing doesn’t make you a writer, writing does. You want to be a director? Then, shoot a movie. Use a VHS camera. Use your phone. Be the director you imagine yourself being. You want to be a musician. Get the instrument and play it. You’re not going to be good at it. But, your not supposed to be. You’re just  supposed to be at it.

So, get at it.

Michael Dickel

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It’s an honor to showcase poet Michael Dickel in the first ever Fiction Weekly Spotlight. I thank him for the faith he’s showing by participating and placing his good name in my hands. I also thank him for his wonderful work, not only as a writer and poet, but as a teacher and historian. He does more than entertain his readers. He uses his gift of writing and storytelling to document our world and the many different people and places in it.

He chooses to document our present condition and put in writing the lives of the people affected by it and how it effects the lives of others. His journalistic poetry and storytelling makes me aware that he is here with us, but somehow outside looking in, which brings me directly to his book:


War Surrounds Us,” a poetry collection he wrote during the Israel-Hamas conflict in the summer of 2014. The poems evoke a resistance to the violence all around, and make acute observations of its effects on family and daily life – from the provocations before, through the disruptions of rockets falling on Jerusalem and devastating loss of human life during attacks on Gaza, and past the line of failed cease fires to an uneasy truce.





A Bit of Biography for Dr. Dickel

Michael Dickel grew up outside of Chicago, where he began writing young. His first recognition came as a co-winner of the Glen Ellyn Jr. High School Poetry Contest; early poems appeared in the Glenbard West literary magazine, Early Wine, of which he became one of the editorial triumvirate in his Junior Year. He moved to Minnesota before his Senior year, graduating high school in St. Louis Park and continuing for a bachelor’s degree in psychology. He continued to write during a decade of working in various youth work, counseling, and other psych-related jobs. He married and his first child was born also during that decade.He returned to graduate school, where he obtained a master’s degree in creative writing (with dual foci on poetry and fiction) and a doctorate in literature. His second daughter was born during his studies. He taught literature, creative writing, and composition (academic writing), and directed two writing centers in the next phase of his life, also divorcing. A little over ten years ago, he moved to Jerusalem, Israel, re-married, and had two more children. In Israel, Michael mostly writes, but also teaches English (mostly language, but also other courses, which have included media literacy, literature, academic writing, and creative writing).

While individual creative works started appearing in small presses from 1987, his first book didn’t come out until after he moved to Israel, The World Behind It, Chaos…(WV? eBook Press, Chicago, 2009). He self-published his second poetry book, Midwest / Mid-East (Lulu 2012). His third collection of poetry, War Surrounds Us (2015), and first collection of flash fiction, The Palm Reading after The Toad’s Garden (2016), came out from a micro press project with his friend and fellow poet, Gary Lundy—Is a Rose Press (Montana and Minnesota). His most recent poetry book is a chapbook, Breakfast at the End of Capitalism (Locofo Chaps, an imprint of Moria Poetry, Illinois). Along the way, his work has been translated into several languages, he is an active organizer with 100 Thousand Poets for Change, and has organized readings and literary events on three continents. Michael also has served as a literary editor—from the book review section of The Minnesota Daily in the 1990s, to online and print journals, to his current position as contributing editor of The BeZine.


Listen as Michael Recites “Nothing Remembers”

Hear the Dissonance by Michael Dickel


Read a review of “The World Behind it, Chaos” by The Open Press


Two Michael Dickel Books Free Online

Michael has two books online you can read for free. The first is an online chapbook titled “Then Strains to Follow” and the second a downloadable PDF titled “Breakfast at the End of Capitalism,” which I am enjoying very much at the moment and think you should be too.


“Writing well means never having to say, ‘I guess you had to be there.’ ”
— Jef Mallett


No matter, how much I want to place Dr. Dickel’s work into a box and neatly describe him as a Poet Journalist, the words of Edwin Arlington Robinson come to mind:

“Poetry has two outstanding characteristics. One is that it is undefinable. The other is that it is eventually unmistakable.” — Edwin Arlington Robinson, winner of the the First Pulitzer Prize for Poetry

From the dawn of communication, many have put verse to words, capturing our imagination by describing fictitious and fantastical worlds, incredulous cities, and impossible deeds of men and women born by gods. But, it’s few who dare to lay on page the efforts and actions of the modern man and outline for better or worse his plight or privilege.

I say few because out of the nearly 8 billion people living today, the number is quite insignificant. So, when writers like Michael Dickel write poetry and stories in a way that humanity can get a get a clear glimpse of itself, I believe we should seek out their words and read them until they become truly unmistakable.


What to expect in 2019:

Finishing Line Press has agreed to publish Nothing Remembers, a collection of poetry by Michael Dickel (editor / publisher of this blogZine). Coming in Summer 2019…


A Submission Call:


If you do more than enjoy great stories and poetry, you might like to submit to Michael Dickel’s Blogzine Meta/ Phor(e) /Play.

Here you can read the submission guidelines.



Fiction Weekly Writer Spotlight

Fiction Weekly is more than a small online library of my stories. At least, it will be.  New writers and their original content will soon be showcased each week. Whether it be stories, poetry, music, or video the weekly spotlight will reach out to writers and artist of all camps and offer them a platform worthy of their craft. Together, we will entertain the visitors and share our audiences

Fiction Weekly will also link writers to resources and website, such as Ralan and Fiction War, that will broaden their submission targets and further their online reach.

I am very optimistic about how much can be accomplished through the self-publishing avenues. Sites such as Amazon, Smashwords, and Wattpad could possibly be the launch pads many of us have been searching for.

Of course, there are literary services all writers need from time to time, such as editing, graphic design, and ghost-writing. Fiction Weekly will begin adding links to connect the artists and writers.

I believe everything can be accomplished when time and energy is applied appropriately. Potential is in everything and we only have to act with intention to make our desires a reality. Nothing is just going to happen. We must always be making the “happening” Now.

 

“Our ideas are only the blueprints of our dreams. It’s the combination of our intention, emotions, and actions that create the steady platform and solid materials of which our reality is made.”
— Thadd

Age of Ages: part 2

Age of Ages: Life’s Secret Menu

Thadd Presley

 

It was the fourth venue on John’s tour. He’d sold more than three hundred books, everyone of them signed, and shook nearly a thousand hands. He was getting into the swing of things, when he was stopped in his tracks by a man in a wheel chair.

The man held his hand up to John and waited for him to shake it, which of course John did. The way the man sat made the twist in his spine obvious and it brought reality rushing in on him.

Why did these things happen? Why are people crippled? Why do I get to think an achy back is any reason to whine and fall into depression?

The man in the wheelchair smiled as he held up John’s book. His thin arms shook with the weight of it. John’s breath shook in his chest and a sob escaped his lips.

Everyone noticed. The man in the wheelchair looked john directly in the eye and exhaled a slow breath, in an effort not to cry himself. John took the book, signed it quickly, and laid it in the man’s lap.

Then, he took a card from his back pocket and help it out to the man. “I’ve got to go on stage now. But, please call me tomorrow at noon. I want to speak with you.”

A woman standing near the man reached for the card. She took it and nodded her head. “He’s looking forward to it.”

“Yes, ma’am So am I.”

On stage John spoke to a crowd of nearly two hundred people, who had come to the Hyatt Regency to hear him talk about what he thought life was and what people are.

“By the time we are teenagers, most of us have been taught to believe in only what we can see. All the wonder, fantasy, miracles, and magick of the world, while encouraged in the early years, is quickly discouraged as we get old enough to act upon them. The moment it seems we might be in a place to make our belief in the invisible world a reality, we are told that it’s childish. If we insist with our interests in the invisible things and things actually begin to happen, we are shunned and told that only demons will give us the things we desire. To get happiness and become fulfilled, we must have sold our soul to the devil.

“The powers that control our culture and society want us to know what is out there. They tell us that we can have all of these amazing things that exist in the universe. But, they warn, it’s wrong to want them. So, we’re not being denied the gift’s of the universe. We’re not having our happiness taken away.

“Oh no.

“Eventually, we’ve become convinced that it’s an evil impulse and a selfish desire to want worldly treasures and beautiful things. We chose to forfeit our rights as the Prince or Princess of the Universe, as a living Child of God, and we’ve forgotten the amazing temple we are: a temple that houses the creator’s spirit and acts as the sanctified connection between us and the infinite treasures of timeless wealth and knowledge.

“But, it’s our creator’s will for us to live fulfilling lives and have abundance overflowing. More times than we realize, we are blind to the real treasures of life. We are on the receiving end of unlimited lifeline of happiness and pleasure, but we disconnect ourselves.

“Life has a secret menu that we are taught to ignore. We close our eyes to the reality of receiving gifts from the universe.

“We believe it’s demons and devils that grant our wishes, but what if the universe is a mechanism built for the sole purpose of fulfilling your desires. This is hard to believe because it seems as if the universe is actually working against our will.

“And perhaps it is. But, it doesn’t have to be that way.”

The audience did not stand when they clapped, but John liked that best because it meant they were thinking.

Corporate Friends

Corporate Friends is the newest novella by Thadd Presley. Available for Kindle.

It’s not a story for the young ones. It shows the great length people will go for their love of money. Even friends will stab each other in the back for more.  Sexual perversion, evil, death, hatred, treachery, and greed follow the people who hold money above all else. “Corporate Friends” explores Friendship when it becomes the shield enemies use to hide behind.

https://www.amazon.com/Corporate-Friends-Thadd-Presley-ebook/dp/B07FXSXR88
Sexual perversion, torture, death, kidnapping, and the abuse of friendship is explored in this short novella. It is not intended for children.

When you purchase a copy of “Corporate Friends” you are supporting my dreams and the continuation of free short stories on Fiction Weekly. Thank you for your visit and for reading. Even if you don’t buy the book, I truly appreciate you for being here.

Benefits of Calm Isolation

Alone in Calm Isolation

What is to gain from isolation?

(1) The final result from isolation is Original and Intentional Thought. To know yourself and the thoughts you have allows you to realize the repetitive thoughts that invade your conscious mind and steal your time and emotional energy. Over time, you will change the amount of invading thoughts that get through or stop them completely.

Why change your thoughts?
Because you become what you think about most. You are your thoughts made manifest. If you change your thoughts, you change your emotions, which changes your DNA and your experience.

(2) Isolation gives you ample time to learn how to calm your rushing mind, to bring it under control.

How?
As we all know, it’s not easy to control your thoughts, but with time and focused practice it gets easier. It simply takes time to listen to your thoughts and get to know your mind. You will eventually see the repeating thoughts, the patterns, and the fears. Knowledge of your thoughts will lead to a change in them, if change is indeed what you want to achieve.

Three Keys to Receiving Your Desire

Three Keys to the Magic of Receiving

I realize that most people think they want money because then they’d be able to buy all the things they want. But what if I were to tell you that money is an illusion, a distraction from the real things you truly want in your life. You’ve heard it all before: money can’t buy you happiness. And, if you’re honest with yourself, you know it’s true. But, what it really means is that money can’t buy you the things that create a happy life. All the little such as: a good job, a peaceful home life, sense of accomplishment, love, true friends, people to lead, and a direction to follow.
Do you even know what you want?
If you do, do you know how to get it?
Here are three keys to receiving your desires. I’ve covered them before, but this is a stripped down version that will, hopefully, give you a better understanding of what you want and how to get it.

First off, I want to say that most people aren’t supposed to have this knowledge. It’s forbidden for a reason. You have to have a basic understanding of the mechanism that controls the universe before will begin to make sense. It will take more than reading this to get you up to speed on how and why you are in control of your experience and your reality. There are three keys that will truly manifest things into your life, but you have to be careful. Please read: 14 Laws of the Universe and try to put into practice the guidelines you find there.
Second, not everyone can grasp this technique. Especially the focusing aspect. Distractions are near and dear to us all, but some of us are complete slaves to their distraction. I want to urge you that, even if you don’t believe this will work for you and never plan to try it, you should still put some effort into distancing yourself from your distractions. Be it your cell phone, television, Netflix, Youtube, Yahoo news, the news in general, you should spend a few minutes everyday just sitting lone with yourself learning to enjoy the sound of your own mind. This will create all kinds of happiness for you.
Third, for those you who are certain of your powers and have had a peek into the secret workings of reality, there is a warning even for you. The more you learn about this and the more you practice creating your own life, things will seem easier and more rewarding. But, there is a price to pay. You will lose friends — some who are dear to you — and you will find yourself alone more and more.

I admit, on the surface, both of these symptoms appear to be terrible and lonely, and they truly are at first. But, over time you will learn that you were using those people to mask the fact of your were not spending quality time with yourself. You were getting to know other people to replace not knowing yourself.

Below are the three keys:

Number One:  Intention:

You must have good intentions concerning the things you desire. Many people have fear or hate at the core of their desire. This is an element of black magic and will not turn out well. So, why do you want what you want? It would be wise to think about your desires carefully. Imagine what your life would be like if you had already received your desire. How does it made you feel? How would your life be different? How has your desire affected the people around you? Will your desire affect people you don’t know?

Spend time imagining in great detail your desires appearing in your life. Do they come all at once or it a gradual accumulation.

The Second Key: Emotion

Emotion is the energy you use to will your desire into reality. You must get this right. If you feel more emotion and see it clearly, the faster it will happen. I find the strongest is the emotion of Gratitude.
This key is something that takes time to perfect. You will have to work at it. Practice it.
How?
Meditation.
Just as in the first Key. Imagine your life with your desire already achieved. How does it make you feel? You must feel it in detail. The stronger the better.

Three: Ask

Who do you ask? What do you Ask?

This is where people split up into groups and begin drawing lines between themselves. People who are over there are deemed evil or selfish or crazy. But, I want you to know that the most important aspect of receiving your desire is not convincing a higher power to give it to you. It’s convincing yourself that you can have it and that it’s available for you at any time.

Ask out loud and make your desire known. Remember this reality is made up of vibration. Use your voice to speak it into existence. Imagine your vibration, your energy (both physical vibration and emotional energy), transmuting everything it touches into what you want.

Some of us might pray to God. Others will ask the source. And then others will look to the universe to provide what they want. Either way, there is nothing standing between you and your desire. Ask for it and know you will receive it. Feel it getting closer to you, draw it in like a sponge, begin to live as if it is already part of your life.

 

 

Remember:

You are worthy of your desires. Find out what they are, imagine them in great detail, and ask for them.

Age of Ages: part 1

Age of Ages

Part 1

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by Thadd Presley

John spoke slowly into the microphone, but his confidence soared. “We survived the Y2K bug and the end of the Aztec calender. Not to mention, the multiple other dates of destruction that have come and gone taking with them the so-called prophets who wrongly spread fear in our hearts and spirits. And I suspect we will continue onwards and upwards into the coming Age of Aquarius where the majority of the people will begin to understand that we are all part of a single cosmic experience and just how important we are to each other. Everyone will begin to see that we are all the same, but different. This is what I have come to understand as enlightenment and what my book is about. Knowing that we are all the same, but different will cause us to ask why we are different and what our true role as a human might be.

“After all, what is the point of life? Does anyone have an idea?”

John knew most people thought they had an idea of what life was about. John expected answers like: Love, finding God, helping others, even punishment for past sins. But, No one in the audience raised their hand.

“To understand that each action, even the slightest thought, affects each and every other action and thought becomes the experience we all share as reality. This is called a collective consciousness and we are all responsible for it and subject to it.”

John stood and the small audience clapped. Three people in the front row stood, which caused the others to stand. It was the beginning of his book tour. He was only fifty miles from his house, but everyone seemed to get into and enjoy the things he told them. This made him feel good.

Even better than drugs, he thought. But that wasn’t hard to do because pills had pretty much stopped working for his pain and barely helped at all. So, this was a nice surprise. A standing ovation helped his pain more than anything he’d ever experienced. Actually, it felt good just to say these things out loud to anyone. The ideas had been in his head for so long he was beginning to think he would never find a publisher or a decent distributor.

As his head continued tingling with energy. It felt as if he was having an out of body experience and, even though there were only thirty-two people in the audience, he knew this was a sign of things to come. A good sign, he told himself.

Still Alive

My dad told my mother that it was not the right time in his life; that everything was happening too fast and he wanted to wait a few more years. So, when she started crying, he knew he had her convinced. They went together.

The small office was in a house on South Laughter Street, right downtown next to the municipal swimming pool.

Outside, a few feet from the road, was a white sign with red and blue letters, sticking out of the lawn like a cheap campaign slogan. Written in Old English font, fading in the sun, the first line was written in red:

“Cash only!” —

The second in blue:

“Your privacy is our priority.”
S. Laughter Street Clinic.”

Mother cried when she read it.

Inside a man took them into a surgical theatre and asked my mother to relax and lay on the table.  My father didn’t want to stay in the room, but the doctor ordered him to stay with her and hold her hand.

“Murder is not easy, Mr. Frente.” He put on plastic gloves. “Your wife will need you to support her and take some of the blame once she realizes what she’s done. To stand at the morning mirror tomorrow, alone and before God, will not be like it was this morning. I hope you understand that.”

My mother started crying again.

“Why do you cry?” The doctor asked perplexed.

She said nothing, sobbing.

“Why is she crying?” He asked my father.

My father looked at my mother. “She doesn’t want to be a murderess.”

“Do you blame her?”

“No, but we can’t have a child now. We’re not ready. There’s too much at stake. My job, the money. There’s just to much to do before…”

The doctor nodded his head and went to his cabinet where he brought back a bible. Inside he had a page marked. “will you please read from the highlighted area before we begin?”

Pushing the bible away from him, he yelled. “What’s this?”

“Just read the last rights. At least you can do that much.”

“No. I will not. Now, you have the money. So, do your job, will you?”

“I’m afraid you don’t understand. sir. I’m not going to do it. I’m going to explain the instruments to you and you are going to do it. Anyone can do it once they are shown how.”

“What?” He couldn’t stand it anymore. “I paid you to do it. What do you think? I’m no doctor.”

“You don’t need a doctor. Doctors are for healing people. You need a clean room, clean instruments, and secret place to commit murder, which I have provided for you. You need me to stay quiet once you are finished killing this child and, since you have paid me very well to do so, I will. But I am not a murderer. No amount of money could persuade me to kill an innocent child.”

My mother was off the table and through the door before my father could reply. She did not return to the car, but instead called a taxi and only left the S. Laughter Street Clinic when it arrived.

She divorced my father and has never seen him again.

The first entry in my journal is this: my mother was convinced to have an abortion, but in the end it didn’t matter. I was still born.