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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.

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”


 

Also, if you’re interested in reading my newest writing, you can buy the first Issue of Terrible Two on Amazon.

 

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.

French Toast Tots

Open Letter to the industrial leaders of the world,

Dear Mr. Musk; Mr. Bezos; and Mr. Branson,

Please consider the following advancement to our civilization before continuing your heroic endeavors into space and points beyond Earth. The fast food industries needs you now and the people will forever be changed and grateful.

The establishment through which you chose to distribute this culinary delight is not as important as the availability it must have. Strictly speaking, it must be available to everyone all the time, especially during future pandemics.

I would humbly suggest McDonalds, Sonic, or Hardees be highly considered as a point of sale. However, you your own judgment, for it is imperative you act quickly and protect our incredibly valuable product.

There will be many fly-by-night operations which we shall not name (including IHOP, Huddle House, Waffle House, and definitely not excluding Starbucks, Panera Bread, Subway, and Duncan Donuts). These places will move heaven and Earth in an attempt to maneuver their way into this very lucrative space. Of this information, I am sure you are aware, due to your expertise in business, finance, and social customs.

I shall leave the design and exact dimensions up to you and your team of engineers. My confidence in your abilities to find and delegate experts to this project is overflowing. I have no doubt, either one of you or all of you will look back on this letter and this product as a watershed moment in your life, indeed the life of our civilization. I’m sure, as you also must be, that we can’t venture any farther into space without securing a ready and steady outlet for this product.

The Product is Trademarked as: French Toast Tots; other patents will include the “product” filled with Cream Cheese and Boston Cream

The Slogan shall be: Chicken Sandwiches might have started the Food Wars, but French Toast Tots finished it.

Thank you all for your time and attention,

Inventor. writer, musician,

Thadd Presley

Oddly Pronounced

A beautiful woman stops abruptly in her tracks. Her eyes locked on a man in the crowd. Taken both by surprise and intrigue, she found something different about him. Suddenly, the man was coming toward her, smiling. She realized, too late, that she had been staring at him. And the reason was he had a very weird nose.

He was suddenly only inches from her. His smile seemed off center because of the nose hanging over it. Without realizing what she was doing she took a step back. It could have been perceived as an offensive gesture on her part, but she didn’t know him and reflexes acted on their own. He was a bit too close.

He noticed that he was in her space and spoke first. “Excuse me, ma’am. I didn’t mean to…er… intrude.” He took a step back following her action.

She smiled. “No, no. It’s I who should apologize. It was rude of me to stare. But…” She waiting, hoping he would say it for her.

When he didn’t, she couldn’t find the words to finish. Was he going to force her to explain herself. “You see, I…” She tried to look him in the eyes, but the nose kept stealing the spotlight. “It’s just that.. Well, you see, I couldn’t help but notice that you have an oddly pronounced nose.”

He wasn’t surprised by her blunt statement. He knew right away that she wasn’t shy. She spoke to him as if she had known him for years. To him, it already seemed they were friends. He was struck by her. She was beautiful in many ways, so he admired her features closely. Her eyes burned into his soul. It took a moment for him to reply. He knew her curiosity would only be sated by first-hand knowledge that only he could grant her.

He stepped closer, taking back the ground he had given up a second earlier. He let his face fall a bit and made his voice softer, as if she has learned a secret that he couldn’t allow out into the world. “Look, I don’t know how you knew. But, you’re absolutely right. All my life, my nose… Well, I pronounce it, SCHNOZ.”

Pythagoras Would Kill For This

An Original Portlandia Skit Idea

The citizens of Portland have a rare and enviable opportunity to create a completely new shape and perhaps pave the way to creating new sciences in mathematics and social engineering.

The process would begin with the creation of a new shape and end with a naming celebration. While backed by leaders from multiple fields of science, the committee of citizen-scientists would consist entirely of volunteers from Portland and surrounding tent cities.

Monetary support would be both publicly and privately sourced and combined with governmental and scholastic grants, bringing to fruition the dream of every child everywhere, all the time.

The project will create and name a new shape.

The shape will be weird and alternative, most likely resembling something from the nineties. It’s actual purpose will be undefined and it’s tolerance of other shapes will be notably high. Non-offensive angles and un-defendable edges will be the on all sides.

This new shape, will become known to the world as the Oregon, and while it’ll be called remarkable, it’s true function will negligible to non-existent.