“Don’t allow your deep thoughts to affect the happiness someone else gets from enjoying simple things.”
Thadd Presley
Category: writing
Thadd Presley’s Terrible Two: Issue One
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Life’s Terms or Your Terms
Living life on your own terms VS Living life by Life’s terms:
The misunderstanding is simple, but powerful
There are many people who are just beginning to wake up to their reality. They are slowly realizing that their very vibration creates both the seen and the unseen parts of their lives. Just as particles vibrate to create atoms and the unknown “strings,” or possibly it is the space itself that vibrates to create the particles, at some point in that exchange our vibrations are taken into account. We affect locally and also through entanglement, the reality we see and feel.
So, when you are meditating, you are not only affecting your mind and body, but also your friends and family because they are entangled to you. If you’re interested in learning about entanglement and how scientists think it works, a quick google search will keep you busy for hours. But, what I want to point you to you is that very powerful vibrations come from you whether you believe it or not.
The fact that these vibration are coming from us and are affecting the world around us is starting to dawn on everyone. Not only because it has been proven over and over by practitioners, and possibly even been demonstrated by science, but also because it is so obvious to anyone who allow their disbelief to be suspended only for a moment.
Just the act of allowing yourself the possibility of having power and control over your thoughts changes the outcome so drastically and quickly that never again will there be doubts. It works because once you suspect your thoughts and intentions create something tangible, you immediately begin to pay attention to what you are thinking, who you are thinking about, and why you are thinking the way you do. This alone changes everything.
I have heard it said, that once thoughts are in control we can live life on our own terms. And while this sounds right and feels wonderful, the truth is exactly the opposite. We have actually started to live life on Life’s terms because we are finally in alignment with our true nature.
Before putting this idea away, please try to understand, that we are creators. We were created for the purpose of creating and endowed with the amazing ability to create anything we can imagine. Over and over, the fact and magnitude of our power is pointed out in religious texts. From Genesis Ch 9 to the new testament Gospels, it is repeated, saying, that because we have said it, it is done, and by our faith is it done, and that we can achieve anything we set our hearts and minds to. In addition, there are many ancient religious text that say the same thing, but instead of trying to be specific and miss the mark, I’ll let you find your own way from where you are now. So, Go and Live Life by the terms it has set, not the terms we have been programmed to believe by our schools and government.
What Do You Believe?
What do you Believe?
If I were to ask about your beliefs, what would you answer?
Would you say they were strong? Would you say they re the same as your family’s? Did you get them from a book? Perhaps, you wouldn’t tell me anything. Instead, remind that your thoughts don’t concern me?
None of my business, huh?
Before you answer, I want to make something clear, your beliefs are not a private matter. Your belief is written all over your face, it’s seen in everything you do, it’s felt by everyone around you, and it’s certain to concern more than just yourself. So, now you know: everyone knows what you believe in some way or another. Your thoughts and ideas and perceptions are not a mystery.
We have been sold a lie. In the form of a general rule. A rule created by the rulers and governors, those who strive to keep their beliefs, thoughts, and intentions secret from us. They told us that our beliefs and thoughts are private and it’s not politically correct to spread them round. All our hopes, whether of a holy and higher realm or of a natural and sponteneous creation should be kept to ourselves. Our ideas might offend someone and that is not they way civilized people act toward one another.
But, the purpose of this lie is to keep our prayers, wishes, and our intention separate from others. So they won’t grow together and strengthening each other and become strong and unstoppable.
So, before you tell me that your beliefs don’t concern me, I want you to know that your words, your phrasings, and the very doubts you have about your hopes, dreams, and ideas create and set in motion invisible processes that make your reality what it is. Not only that, but your reality affects my reality very much. In fact, your thoughts and beliefs should be of my concern. I should want to care about your dreams and ideas because they bounce off my dreams and ideas. Even if we only look at each other in passing and don’t speak, we affect each other.
Everything we see, touch, taste, and smell has a vibration. Everything is only a vibration. Fields of energy. Thoughts too are nothing but a set of vibrations, common property felt by everyone, fashioned and perfected from mind to mind, down through the ages; heirlooms for every generation to inherit as a precious gift, deposited as a sacred trust, to be shared and freely handed to the next, not only to be changed, enlarged, and purified by the masters, but with instructions and warnings for those who are just learning to grow, hone, and eventually used the ideas to change their lives forever.
I Can’t Remember
I Can’t Remember
by Thadd Presley
Frantic urgency pushed his failing memory into action. Who was the young woman in the faded photograph? The pictures were placed strategically to help him remember things and people from his past. Why couldn’t he remember this woman? She was in many of the pictures.
For a long moment, he stared at the small, pale face inside the brunette bob. She wore a cloche hat and a fluffy shawl. “Who are you?” he wondered aloud. Then louder: “Am I supposed to know you?”
“Dad?”
“Albert! Be a good boy. Tell me who she is and I promise not to forget this time.”
“That’s your wife, dad. My mom.” He waited and watched, hoping to see a glimmer of recognition in his father’s face. “You remembered her yesterday. You told me she used to…”
The old man raised his hand and waved his son quiet. “I can’t remember.”
Albert took his dad’s hand. “I know.”
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.
GI Joe Cellphone Camera Proof
I have been revisiting my past by watching old cartoons. I found out quickly that I still enjoy the Hanna Barbara characters, but the Loony Tunes episodes fall flat. Eventually, I began to remember some old favorites like the Thunder Cats, Blackstar, He-Man, Silver Hawks, and Smurfs. That’s when I landed on a website that hosts enough cartoons to keep me and anyone busy for years.
So, I come to the reason for this post.
Last night I was watching “G.I. Joe: Operation Dragonfire” which is a two season series that aired in 1989. In the Episode “Kindergarten Commandos” (Season 2: Episode 5) one of the Joe’s pulls out a cellphone with a camera. You will see it for yourself at 3:33, if you can believe that.
Yeah, I know… I know. They rub the truth in our faces and dare us to question them.
I couldn’t believe how much it looked like the cameras we have today. It’s placement on the cellphone is right on and it makes me wonder just how much farther ahead technology is than we know? I’m sure we have no idea unless they give us hints like this.
The official release of the first camera phone was in 2002, but some say it was 2000. No matter which is accurate, someone knew about them and gave it to the G.I. Joe’s in 1989.
Take a look at the screenshot for yourself. The video link is above.
What forms your Belief?
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.
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.