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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
ever closer
to the abyss of sleep,
Suddenly dawned on me
was the how
and the why,
and the reason
things change.

How everything I need
comes to me.
Peacefully,
Miraculously,
So, completely,
And just like that.
A new dawn.

The Sun rises above the horizon
beautifully, at first,
breaking the darkness,
subdued and diffused.
Then, it bursts out,
burning with fully intensity,
Drying up all aspects of doubt.
Beyond any reasonable explanation
it turns to stone the Oasis of Skepticism
and bleaches the bones of the disbelievers.

And a reverse mystery.
It goes forth
from completion to conception.
Effortlessly, if not quick,
always and obviously, eventual.
At least, to those who’ve seen it.

On the inside, I bubbled
grateful for the wonder
while I broiled soaring,
soiled humidity out.
I suddenly knew
the exact moment,
down to the thought,
when it became clear
that I had curiously,
cautiously, willingly
connected to the most abundant,
inexhaustible, ever-knowing
over-flowing
family of an unknown origin.

I was adopted,
sure,
and brought in.
I became an heir
to a powerful, timeless
Creator!

Not only was my body changed, 
along with my mind and soul
But, I was changed on the outside
and the inside
and everything between.

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

Medicine People


Medicine People
by Thadd Presley

 

The man pushed the needle under her flesh and smiled when blood spurted into the chamber. He whispered into her ear, as he pulled the plunger back. “Drugs aren’t good or bad, you know?” Her blood mixed with the thick, brown liquid, delighting the man. “You’re like a medicine man,” he mused. “You’ve heard of medicine men haven’t you?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled. Already able to feel the strong concoction. “They’re like Indians…”

“Yeah, well kind of, but many cultures have them. They’re the people who had the guts to try things the others were too afraid to do.”
She nodded. “Like shaman?” She pronounced it slowly: “Shay-men.”

“Exactly. They’d go into the spirit world and come back with knowledge that can only come from the other side.”

She liked the idea of that. It made her smile. “Like wisdom.”
“That’s right! And it changed everyone’s life? The medicine people found out things from the ancestors and from the angels. Things that never made sense to the people at that time. The ideas were decades and centuries ahead of the time. Thousands of years, sometimes.

“Yeah.” She was mumbling, her eyes were only pin-pricks between a sliver of eyelids.

“Are you afraid?”

She laughed. “Not even.”

He pushed the plunger and the liquid slid effortlessly into her vein. Numbness flowed up her left arm and across her chest. As it slowly crept up her neck, her eyelids closed out the world. Then, peace engulfed her. All the stress and worry stopped as she slipped from this world and entered the spirit world.



Copyright Thadd Presley — All Rights Reserved

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Thadd Presley’s Songwriter Handbook

I have written a songwriter’s companion. It’s a short, comprehensive collection of modes and how they come together for each note. I uncovered — I daren’t say discovered — what I call a Musical Matrix while writing out the modes for each Note. I was designing an easy go-to chart of parallel modes, so I could create better chords using modal interchange.

I’m excited to share the musical collection because I’m sure it will help other’s like me, at a similar level, begin to write with chords they had yet realized would work. Not only does it make new chords possible, but it makes finding a lead scale easy to find as well.

I haven’t got a fancy name for the book and I’m not charging anything for it because I’m sure this “Musical Matrix” I have uncovered is not new. However, it is very helpful. If I must create a title it could be:

“Notes, Their Modes, and the Matrix of Music”

or, even better

“Notes, Their Modes, and The Sigils of Music Unsealed”

Thadd Presley’s Terrible Two: Issue One

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Mechanism for Manifestation

The mechanism that creates reality – your personal of reality – is gratitude. I know you’ve heard it before, but do you know what gratitude really feels like? Yes, it’s a feeling, an emotion, a deliberate way to express your happiness, but also your grief, fear, and frustration. We chose what we think about, so in turn we chose the way we feel. This action (or reaction, in most cases) determines what manifests in your life.

What makes you frustrated? Is there something you think you have earned but haven’t received? Something you have been working toward, but it’s always just out of reach?

What are you afraid of? Is there something catching up to you? Chasing you from your past life? Something you have to admit, but can’t find the words? Are you afraid to fail?

What makes you cry? Do you miss a loved on who has passed? Sure, we all do! Do you miss a part of your life that no longer exists? Is there a longing for a different lifestyle?

If you were handed or achieved everything you wanted in life, who would you be? I realize you’d be yourself, but how would you dress, what kind of car would you drive, would you have a pool in your house, or is there something special you want to do once you reach a certain place in life?

These are important questions to answer for yourself. The more you know about what it you want to have, the easier it will be to feel grateful for it. Yes, you must have gratitude for it before you have it. This is the mechanism. This make your wishes manifest in your life. This is the trick and it works like magic.

Imagine with me, now.

Once you have answered the questions above. Once you have thought about them and wrote down your dreams, your desires, your ideas, and you can see your future-self, you must sit quietly and feel what it would be like to live that life?

Feel what being that person would feel like. Let the gratitude of working your career, earning a salary, driving the car you want, walking in the home you want, giving to your friends and family, and realizing how thankful they are for you being you.

Let this grow. This is the key to your success. The mechanism to manifestation. Gratitude will bring you to the future-self you desire to be.