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Thadd Presley’s Terrible Two: Issue One

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Mechanism for Manifestation

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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.

Life’s Terms or Your Terms

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Living life on your own terms VS Living life by Life’s terms:

The misunderstanding is simple, but powerful

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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?

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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.

Music From a Dark Scale

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This is a new song written in a dark, minor key. In fact, it is the saddest key I could arrange with my limited skills. So, I wanted to share it with everyone and get a bit of feedback.

This is a one minute excerpt. Please feel free to be honest. It’s the only way I can grow and find other’s to work with.

Also, if you like this piano piece and would like me to write something for you. I have jobs listed on fiverr.com for both piano and strings

https://www.fiverr.com/thaddpresley/compose-piano-for-you

Galaxy University (part 2)

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Galaxy University
(part 2)
by Thadd Presley

 We walked quickly through the over-capacity cafeteria. Her carrying a stolen tray and I hoping no one recognized me as the Compu-Server Attendant. I had shed my green and brown shirt and tried to keep from running. I felt much better once we got outside in the open air.

On beautiful days, the dome is barely visible and the red dwarf shines through like a small furnace at the end of a long hallway. Most people don’t appreciate the clarity of a dirt-free dome and it should be a crime to not hold the Honorable Guild of Dome Scrubbers as a cultural treasure. It’s not many who would go into the harsh elements of a hostile planet and power spray, acid wash, towel dry, and shine humongous domes, some the size of large cities.

The open spaces of the campus were freeing in a way that only an institute of higher learning could make is seem. It lifted my soul to know such amazing architecture of intellect like Campus 514 existed. Not all Campuses were like ours.Just to know that any place could gather together people from across the galaxy and openly share ideas of life and the future in a fearless way made all the hardships of being away from home worth it.

Back on Earth, the people who controlled the wealth controlled the schools and the food and the many of the workers had no choice but to do what everyone else did.Wars were fought and ended at the whim of the wealthy. But here, at The Europa Science Academy, no one had money. In fact, currency had become tied solely with oxygen. All data was encrypted and compiled in a closed computer system that adjusted the oxygen according to the schools placement, ranking, and listing against all other Campuses. It allowed us to be independent from economics of the system and most importantly it loosened the hold Earth had on us.

Only a few families held all the wealth of Earth and it’s Companion Planets. They dictated the cost of ore, goods, foods, and water. For most, oxygen was free. But everywhere the air was free, it was polluted. In places jobs flourished, famine and disease was rampant. Only the cities of theIdle Rich were clean, healthy, and overflowing with abundance.

There was once a great scientist, a man who’s name is only known by few and utterly unimportant to the rest of humanity due to his not signing his research papers. He explained in a lengthy letter to all the Heads of States on Earth and it’s companion planets that the culture of “currency” as we know was soon going to become nothing but a reason for war. When he wrote is paper, he described it as being invented more than 6,000 years ago and was no longer a viable way to distribute resources. He went on to describe a system of a “resource-based-economy” and how it could be initiated. He drew blueprints from what cities would look like and described how everyone would have what they needed and there would be no need of excess. Machines would build, mine, and make everything needed.

His paper was ignored by the powers and unknown to the public due to the media being owned by a very biased, but wealthy and powerful, few. The self-made videos and published books were uncovered long after his death. It was one of his students who brought the paper to light and showed the academic world the amazing promise of a resource based system.

Even as the people of Earth counted their money and scoffed at such high minded idiocy, a team of ship designers and specialist were building the first of twenty“free-ships” which were to go into orbit the very next year.



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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.

Galaxy University

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Galaxy University
Campus 514

by Thadd Presley


“You in a jam,” she asked teasingly. Then, she waited for me to respond. When I didn’t, she continued. “You want if I should help you or something?” I was struck by her thick accent. It was rough and strong and sexy. It had me interested in her from syllable one.

I always wondered how a simple thing like an accent could prejudice someone in our mind. I suppose it was written into our DNA. Either that or I could be a shallow person. But, I felt it was more than that and if she gave me half a chance, I believed I would find many reasons to want to know her.

 “Hey, are ya listenin’ ta me? I don’t have much time for lunch. I need to be –”

“Yes, yes. I’m listening, but give me a moment. I’m thinking on how to –”

“How to What? It doesn’t take this long to laser scan a lunch tray.”

“I was just about to get to that. First, though,” this is when I looked up at her. “I was trying to figure out how you might help me.” She blinked at me and I waited a beat before continuing. “That’s what you asked right? If I wanted your help?”

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“Yeah, OK.” She smiled. “You got me.”

I melted a little bit.

“So, tell me how I can help?”

My mind whirled. Just her playing along with me was more that I would have dared dream about with a girl like her. “So many things come to mind.” I opened the top of the Compu-Server and unplugged the motherboard from the power supply without looking up at her. I knew if she saw how nervous I was the illusion would be broken. I wanted it to seem as if I could talk to her this way for as long as she wanted. Because, we all knew that I talked to girls all the time and innuendo-laden banter was natural for me.

NOT!!

The cafeteria was full as usual.The eleven-fifteen lunch crowd was already cramming themselves into every possible inch behind the eleven-oh-five crowd. Which was usually not a problem, but today the new Compu-Servers were glitching and not accepting the Meal Card.

Already chaos had erupted in line.People were cramming their face with macaroni salad and hamburgers before paying, the school’s security drones were buzzing in all directions getting video of every infraction, and the human security was just beginning the mistake of physically taking food from hungry people.

Just as a drone passed my station. I got an idea. “I know how you can help?”

“Yes. Yes. Anything” She was not comfortable with the break down of lunchroom etiquette.

“Come with me. We will eat off campus.”

“You could do that?”

“Yeah, I can eat anywhere I want after my shift ends in nine minutes.”

She smiled. “I mean leave these people here with no chance of paying for the lunch they’ve eaten?”

“Oh yeah. I wouldn’t worry about that. There’s nothing I can do about the glitch in the Compu-Servers anyway.” I casually slapped the base of the computer and watched the touch screen wobble. “There’s nothing in here except cables. All the software is in the…” I pointed up. “You know.”

“Be careful.” She touched the screen and settled it’s wobble. “That’s not yours.”

A drone flew close to my head and someone spoke to me from the speakers. It was a male voice. “A level three infraction has been documented. You are charged accordingly and will report to the Commons Area for sentencing at Eighteen hundred hours.”

I smiled at myself and tried to look unworried. “I’d like to report a problem with…”

The drone spoke in anticipation. “I have informed Control that you are having problems with the interface. A two hour mandatory community service of Compu-Server training has been scheduled.”

I looked back at the girl and asked. “Would you like to go eat with me?”

“Right now?” She smiled. “No. I couldn’t.” She blushed a little and smiled again.

I reached under the small podium that held the Compu-Server and reached for Standard Procedures Notebook. Once I had it, I opened it to the first page and read the scripted announcement to the starving students. “On this notebook,right here, you need to Print your name, School Number, and list all that crap you just ate. On this, right here.” I raised the notebook over my head and shook it. “If you fail to do so, the drones will know and Control will charge you with theft. Remember, it is Station Five-Fourdeen Policy to prosecute any and all infractions. If a cartoon milk is missing at the end of the day, the oxygen to air ratio will be reduced to make up the difference in cost.”

The crowd booed and the drones buzzed. I saw it as a good chance to make my get away and took the woman’s hand. My actions were not my own. I was just feeling it, feeling her, and coupling it with the emotions her accent gave me. I felt chills up and down my spine. “Are you ready?”

“What?” Her eyes got wide and I saw a gleam of excitement in them.

“If they get hold of me, I’ll be trapped her all night making reports and looking up Student Numbers.”Of course, I’d have to do it all in the morning. There was no getting away from the responsibility, but it seemed rebellious to leave in the middle of a panic and take her with me. It was a spontaneous way to make the day more interesting and a good excuse to hold her hand. “I’ll take you to a five-star restaurant with an unfiltered window looking toward the galactic center.”

“Alright. It’s a deal.”



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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.

Rubbish Day (part 3)

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For a while, Jerald allowed them to race with him side by side, speeding at nearly eighty on the newly black-topped road towards Crossville through the community of Deer Lodge. When the Honda’s wheels lost traction, it spun the car into the shoulder where it began to fish tale wildly.

Jerald’s heart leaped into his chest.

Just when it seemed the G-forces were going to take the car over into a roll, a stroke of remarkable luck sat the car down hard on all four wheels. It swerved back into traffic, not far behind Jerald.

That was close enough for Jerold. Too close. All he wanted to do was scare them a little. But it couldn’t take him away from getting to see his daughter. He slowed the Porshe to the posted forty MPH and said her name. How had he allowed these kids to get him so out of control? It nearly ended the very important things he had to do.

This visit to his daughter’s new house in Crossville was already going to be a bad situation. One that would require a good helping of courage and decisive action. It was imperative that he remained calm and clear-headed. Not a word of his introduction could be out of place or his daughter would suspect that something was wrong before he got the chance to fix her situation once and for all.

Once and for all, he thought.

Yes. It would be just that.

 ONCE because it would only take once; and, FOR ALL, because he wasn’t doing it for himself. He was doing it for his daughter, his wife, and everyone who might have to interact with the man. Jerald was doing this FOR the benefit of ALL.

Suddenly his nose began to burn and tears blurred his vision. Just the thought of his daughter being mistreated was more than he wanted to know.Also, the shock of the near accident possibly had something to do with the rush of emotion. He allowed it to wash over him.

It was enough to cement the fact that he couldn’t get sidetracked by distractions. Anything that might cause a show of emotion at his daughter’s house would ruin everything. Hiding the immense and deep anger he had toward his daughter’s boyfriend, would be hard to control on it’s own.

He shook his head, as if scrambling the thoughts that were beginning to stack in his frontal lobe. He saw no need in letting the idea of consequences gather against him. Nor could he allow the idea of his daughter’s freedom psyched him up before he actually had accomplished something.

He knew then that he needed a moment of peace before he went any further. He had to take a breather.

He pulled off the highway onto a familiar dirt road the locals called Rocky Hollow. The road was rough on his Porsche, but he’d been down it many times before and was sure he could get in and out without much trouble.

 Jerald enjoyed swerving around big ricks and through the mud puddles. Above him dark clouds began to blow from over the mountains giving the woods a dark, fairy-tale atmosphere. At the end of this road was a deep rock quarry where he and his friends used to swim as teenagers. But he hadn’t been all the way to the ledge in more than twenty years. He’d smoked his first cigarette on the ledge and drank his first swig of whiskey there.

Jeez, that was over forty years ago.

He knew the area well and was looking forward to seeing the water again.He made so many memories in this one place, it seemed wrong that he never brought his wife her and had a picnic. But then, perhaps that wasn’t wrong. He had the right to keep it a secret if he wanted.Maybe something in him didn’t want to tell her about the quarry.

 It was his secret place. No one from his adult life knew anything about it or the things that happened there.

Just as he got to where the trees opened up enough to see the ledge, he saw that all the water had been drained.



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Rubbish Day (part two)

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There weren’t many Porsche in this condition. Ever since James Dean wrecked and killed himself in the same car, they were prize possessions and most were repainted, reupholstered, and otherwise ruined by zealous owners in an attempt to copy the car Dean drove on that fateful day.

Jerald could have driven any of his cars, but he chose the Porsche on this day because he was on an important mission. Perhaps even a dangerous mission. The weather was nice, the sun was shining, it was not too hot, and the Porsche gave the day – and his life – a nostalgic feel. Today, Jerold was taking his life back from the all the indecision he had surrendered to over the last two decades. He was taking charge of everything and making sure he was in control of everything that happened to him.

When the Honda suddenly jumped up it’s speed in an attempt to pass the Porshe, Jerold swerved aggressively and cut it off. “You shall not pass,” he said to no one and laughed a little. The Honda sped up and tried to stay on his bumper, but it was easy or Jerold to pull away from it. He gunned the motor a tad and looked in the rear view.

The Honda tried to pass again, but at the last second Jerold gunned the motor and pulled away easily. The Honda had no choice but to follow at a distance. It had no chance against the Porsche.

Of course, the young man driving the Honda couldn’t have passed the Porsche even if he had a faster, more powerful car. Jerald was a much better driver.

It amused Jerald, as he watched the driver grow visibly angry, but he didn’t want to put any of the other drivers in danger, so he did not taunt the driver. He did not want him to become any more aggressive than he had been. That was exactly the opposite of what he wanted.

Jerald kept his eye on the Honda in the rear view and thought of an endgame. This couldn’t go on for much longer or they’d both get hurt or go to jail. The driver showed no signs of slowing.

Then,unexpectedly, the driver flipped Jerald the bird and sped toward him.For a moment, it looked as if the Honda was going to ram the rear of the classic, but at the last second it backed off.

Maybe,he backed off because he thought better of it or maybe he was a coward. At any rate, and with a sigh of relief from Jerald, the cars did not collide.

Jerald pressed the clutch and revved the engine. He easily left the Honda in a cloud of black smoke. After that the Honda never gained an inch that Jerald didn’t offer.



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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.