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Just for This Moment. I will

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Just for this moment, I will not have any regrets about the things that I have said and done in the past.

Just for this moment, I will not put myself nor anyone else down. I will do this just for this moment because life is too fleeting and fragile to be awash with negative feelings and thoughts.

Just for this moment, I will not wonder why this and that has happened to me because I know that ninety-five percent of what has happened to me I brought upon myself. The enemy within me is in my blood and the ropes that snare me is in my thinking.

So, just for this moment, I will not wallow in self-pity as this is a locked cage that wants to further confine me.

Now then, let the smile begin and let it be a sincere smile that conveys the unmerited blessings that I am receiving. I have stumbled my way into a maze primarily of my own making and so it is up to me to find my way out of it.

Just for this moment, I will rejoice even as my heart feels the hollowness of my incompleteness.

Just for this moment I will love and adore her even though I know that I cannot touch her because of the nature of the beast that flows through me.

My youth was gone when I was still in my youth and my old age is wasting away because my tainted blood will not allow me to live in peace with it.

My best friend is the fantasies in which I live but even they do not appease the loneliness that I feel.

Those who are better suited to life than I have fallen beside me like straw falling from a hay loft. A few have been taken out by Aids, while drug addiction and tobacco have undone a few. And there are those who have come to an end by murder. And then there are those who have simply faded away into timeless oblivion. And being the least of them all, for reasons unknown, I still stand.

Just for this moment, I will think kind thoughts of everyone, even those who psychologically turn my stomach, because I am no prize to be won or lost, and I have proven repeatedly that bad choices can turn the cleverest person into a fool.

Not that I am saying that I am clever, only that common sense makes no sense if it is not nurtured and used.

Just for this moment, I will open a door and not stub my toes against it.

Just for this moment, I will take inventory of my life with a clear mind.

Just for this moment I will not brood and feel sorry for myself.

Just for this moment, I will be a spark that lights a warm and pleasant fire for someone.

Just for this moment I will climb out of my hole and connect with other people.

Just for this moment I will soar to the outermost Stars and take my place beside the gods.

Just for this moment, I will do this and not look back because I can.

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Prevention and Containment of the HIV and AIDS virus

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Prevention and containment go hand in hand in living with the HIV and AIDS virus. Of course, prevention does not apply to we who are HIV positive except in our being considerate of others by living in a containment mindset and using the proper measures to thwart our spreading the virus to others.

Using every preventative measure at our disposal is the driving force behind the containment of the HIV and AIDS virus.

Hiv is a sexually transmitted disease, so unprotected sexual intercourse is a big no-no whether you are HIV positive or not. If both parties are known to be virus free, then fidelity becomes a preventative measure if both parties adhere to it.

Homosexuality is still the leading conduit for the spread of the HIV and AIDS virus. In the past HIV and AIDS was known as a gay disease, but no more, as HIV and AIDS have spread beyond the gay and drug addict barriers where they lodged in the early days of this deadly virus.

Living with the HIV and AIDS virus is no different than living with any other chronic illness except that there is a demeaning and deflating stigma attached to HIV and AIDS that are not attached to other illnesses because of the homosexual origins of HIV and AIDS. Many HIV-positive people, including myself, are embarrassed to admit to having the virus for that reason.

Regardless of the stigma that is attached to the HIV and AIDS virus, one must overcome that and honestly inform healthcare professionals and anyone else who may come into contact with their blood that they are HIV or AIDS positive as doing so is practicing both prevention and containment of the virus.

I personally believe that there is, and has been for some time, a cure for HIV and AIDS just as I believe that there are cures for certain types of cancers. And even as HIV and AIDS are still killing and destroying lives daily, it has gone into a silent phase and you seldom hear much about it in the mainstream media nowadays.

This is where organizations such as hiveaid.org and hiveaids.com come into play as voices that break through the silence by the activities of its members. An organization such as these need sincere members in the thousands to be the muscles and the voices that move HIV and AIDS from being a medicated illness into a thing of the past.

At present, the scale is weighed in favor of making money over curing misery. Join hiveaid.org now and tell your friends to join. This is a meeting place for HIV and AIDS positive people. Be proactive and supportive. Make a firm stand for living your life to its fullness. We are the cure if we are willing to stand together and go into battle to win our lives and our peace of mind back.

Let those who claim to be the developers of the HIV and AIDS virus as a mechanism to drastically reduce and control the Earth’s human population be happy with their accomplishments because they have wreaked havoc on the lives of millions, destroyed fragile economies, and made billions of dollars for certain interest groups.

These special interest groups only want to medicate the HIV and AIDS virus instead of releasing the counter-agents that will neutralize the virus. But the aroused voices of millions will force the selfish, the hateful, and the greedy to abandon their destructive agendas and release millions of minds from the captivity and bondage that HIV and AIDS produce.

We who are HIV and AIDS positive can either play the game of life by someone else’s rules or be our own person and live our life in the manner that we personally choose. Let’s make a stand for ourselves!

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Happy Goes Nothing

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Happy Goes Nothing. All hope of a normal life is lost as the harpoons of death course through the veins multiplying and breeding as they devour and mutate. Yet, there are no tears for the weeper who survives within the stillness of tainted blood that lapping dogs shun.

There are some that say that the cure for the HIV and AIDS virus is here, while others say that the cure for HIV and AIDS is just over there, as those who see no sunlight during the day wallow within the darkness that wishful thinking brings.

Self-pity wants to cover the body like a blanket while anger makes the mind resentful and hateful. But whose fault is it that the monkey caught a cold that developed into a lethal disease that its meat bore, so we are told. And whose fault is it that the eating of this monkey meat passed this ruinous virus to human beings?

Or if not a monkey, it was witch doctors in a well-funded laboratory who cooked up this toxic brew as a method of thinning out the human population to the numbers that they choose. Yes, the poisonous brew stewing in the kettle of death brings fortune to a few and heartbreak and misery to many. But what does any of that matter as life is but a shadow of a shadow of an imaginary shadow that disappears without a whisper.

Happy goes nothing when the blood moon turns into a crystal ball that foretells of a tomorrow that came yesterday. The sheep are herded into a pin and given expensive medications that cure nothing and side effects something that researchers can add to their flow charts of sadness and sorrow.

The prophecies of worlds are dripping from the time capsule of continuance as the blood of the Hiv and Aids infected runs cold and exposed to every form of harmful foreign substance. And who is that considering the protruding lymph nodes that are reflected in the mirror loudly broadcasting their fatal deposits of infection and disease? Is it not the casket that deceives itself as being a living being?

Happy were the days of old. The days long before the cradle of death was conceived and born. In those days, the Stars were very bright, and the many Earth-like planets were teeming with blissful light and life. In a moment, there is something and in the same instant there is nothing. From nothing came something, and from something comes nothing. And so, it is.

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Holding on to that which should be let go of

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Holding on. It is easy to allow the things that I have allowed people to do to me in the past to make me hateful and resentful. But I must rise above this. I should not and cannot give them that much control over me. They are assigned to a horrid memory and that is where I should leave them.

It is foolish for me to carry them around with me day after day. I cannot undo my mistakes. Wishing that I had done it differently is a grand waste of time and energy. They are out of sight but not out of mind. I cast my bitterness upon others who have caused me no harm and just want to go about their lives caring less about me.

When I catch, myself falling into this downward spiral of thinking I try to redirect my thoughts onto things that are uplifting and positive. I remind myself that I voluntarily played the fool for them, and that being the case, I should not resent them. Whatever happened to me I did it to myself. They did not force me into behaving unwisely as I took that venture upon myself.

Accepting my responsibility is sound but it does not ease the shame of myself that I feel for being so ridiculous. I get angry when the thought of them pops into my mind, but not so much angry with them as I am with myself.

Life is much too short and much too fragile to be living it in an agitated state. The clear majority of people are not my enemies. The clear majority of people can care none to less about me. In a world of people that are becoming increasingly more afraid of their own shadows, I should be a source of refreshment when met not an amalgamation of the whole. Maturity comes by learning from your living experiences but I now live as if I have learned nothing from the dastardly predicament’s that I unwittingly placed myself in during the past.

I make myself physically ill by holding onto things that should be let go of. I position myself as being unapproachable and my days and nights are alone and friendless because I allow resentments to influence me. I hate being around people and I don’t want to be alone.

I want a sweet darling girl to kiss and hug, to laugh and talk with, to move and shake with, to make the day a blessing for her, myself, and for others. But bitterness concerning my past antics keeps me from reaching out and touching. I feel disgraced and stupid, totally unworthy of a companion. I feel like viciously beating myself with myself until not an atom of me stays intact.

I must get over this. Life does not stand still for anyone. In a moment, the worms and the flies will know my inward parts and any evidence of me will eventually all pass away. I multiply my past foolishness by giving the past dominion of the present. I give the destroyers the thumbs-up to continue haunting me by hanging on to them. I waste fleeting time on something that I cannot change. I know what I must do but to do it successfully on a twenty-four seven eludes me. I hate being this way and I want to change but the memory of my idiocy is like a virus flowing through my veins.

Powers that cleanse and renew, come to me and rinse my mind of the thoughts that impede and restrain me from living my life. Help me to mature and grow, to let go and move forward. Strengthen me in my body, mind, and spirit so that I may reach out and touch and diffuse kindness and caring in my surroundings. This I ask, and this it shall be.

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I Don’t Want to be Alone and Lonely

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I Don’t Want to be Alone and Lonely.

Humans are encoded to be social creatures. It is grafted into our genes to have companionship. Preferring solitude is not the norm and this psychological characteristic usually has some underlying motive(s) behind it.

Touching and being touched in a wholesome manner brings out the best in a person. Feeling connected gives a person a sense of being. That being said, there are circumstances where preferring solitude is a sound alternative in order to maintain one’s emotional stability and even one’s health.

It is not attractive to be alone and lonely however this state is far better than living in the constant state of anxiety that being with the wrong companion brings. Existing with an incompatible companion is insanity that leads to a variety of negative consequences. This living environment brings no satisfaction, joy, nor calm into a person’s life.

It is a place where no one honestly wants to be. But it happens, and when it does, run for your life because that is what is a stake. One day leads to another and each day has an array of heartaches, headaches, anguish, and distresses that must be endured.

There is this one particular idiot that I know intimately who has placed himself into this disagreeable predicament more than once. The bizarre thing about him is that he knew full well on each occasion that he was unwittingly heading into quicksand. Knowing this was an error in judgment, instead of avoiding the quicksand, he willingly walked straight into it.

When he began sinking, instead of pulling himself out of the mire, he did everything possible that caused him to sink deeper and quicker.

I cannot fathom what one would call this type of personality because it goes beyond the scope of reason and common sense. It is like a sickness that wants to get sicker and being in the possession of a mindset that is fatally stupid.

After he finally extricated himself from the latest deplorable situation that he placed himself in he reached the conclusion that his best bet is to be alone.

He hates the consequences of solitude but seeing that he has a relentless propensity for chronically making bad choices and decisions he has consigned himself to separation.

I know this dimwit intimately, and I grieve for him, but I feel no sympathy for him because he is getting exactly what he deserves. A fool and his foolishness will reap his foolish rewards, and no one need trouble themselves over him because he is not worthy of the energy that it will take to do this.

Reeling within the turbulent grip of stormy nights and tossed by tempestuous days, it is far better to be alone than to exist in turmoil, confusion, mistrust, and chaos. Misery can find it’s very own company and insanity can hide beneath the bed sheets.

Today is here, and in the twinkling of the eye, today is no more. Peace and rest come to those who look for it and who know how to appreciate it once they find it.

It is hard to be alone and lonely, but a negative alternative is far, far worse than going solo.

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What to Do If You Don’t Have Any Good Memories?

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What to do if you don’t have any good memories? The first thing that you should do is realize that you do have a good memory or two embedded someplace in your life. These life experiences may have a very brief duration and they may have come at lengthy intervals, but they are there. Another thing to be mindful of is that your memories are a product of your thinking and that your thinking is articulated by how you live your life. Not being able to see any good portion of your life logically leads to depression and even worst.

You build your memories, so it’s up to you as what type of memories they are. Even with health problems and other difficulties that are out of your control you have the mastery of your thinking. I know that this sounds all sweet and cuddly and that you have heard this over and over again before. So, have I which is why I repeat this saying to myself as a reminder when I can only see darkness in my memories and start belittling myself. It’s easy to lose what you have if you do not appreciate it. The lines of my life are not all straight and dimly lit there are shadows and colors throughout them.

What to do if you don’t have any good memories? If a person has lived to be age twelve and beyond, just as an example, it’s hard to imagine that this person does not have at least one good memory that they can relish. This good memory is undoubtedly deeply submerged within the mind by other life experiences, but it is there.

This good memory can be as simple as your smiling to someone and them smiling back to you that gave you a good feeling for that moment. Or the sound of a bird singing, or how wondrous out sister planet the Moon looks in the day or night sky. Good memories of your past are not hard to find if you want to find them. I must remind myself of this when I want to weep and mourn for myself.

As you can imagine, changing your set way of thinking is a difficult task. You are reconfiguring the chemical composition and electrical circuits in your brain when you are transforming your way of thinking. Some people attempt to do this by the use of certain medications. Others by engaging in a belief system that is greater than them. While others want to use brute force to modify their thinking habits and patterns. Whatever works for you, that is what works for you. As for me, I reach to a source that is greater than me to help me find those many hidden positives that have occurred during my life.

At present my success rate by using this approach is dismal, not because of the source, but because I am a terror unto myself. I want to change the way that I think and yet I resist this change at the same time. Like a seed that will not germinate, I allow the life-giving waters of thought purification to have no effect on me.

This is not because my current way of thinking is my comfort zone, on the contrary, my current way of viewing myself and the world around me is fractured and shattered. It highlights and underlines everything that I dislike about myself and shroud that into a world view.

One thing that has prevented me from tumbling into the deep end of self-loathing and depression is my ability to laugh and make fun of myself. I recognize my faults and shortcomings and make an effort to correct them. This is an LTE (Long Term Evolution) process that will take as long as it takes to complete it. I fall on my face daily, get up, and continue the process.

Hopefully, I have learned something valuable each time that I fall that I can use to achieve my goal. My willingness and effort to improve myself is a good memory that I can feed upon from the day or hour before. Good memories are not hard to find if you are willing to find them. However, finding those good memories is just the first step of recognizing them as being part of my life’s experiences along with the not so good memories that I tend to focus on.

Once those good memories are found I must diligently pitch my tent over them so that the negative electrical charges in my brain are equally balanced with positive ones. There must be a balance because too much of a good thing is not necessarily good and may hinder personal growth because you are using only one pool of your life experiences to pull from.

As the electrical impulses migrate opening new channels and closing old ones the chemistry in my brain is changed by this as well. Hopefully, the result of all this electrical and chemical modifying is a refreshing of the inner person that has become stagnate in thinking. I shall see.

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There is No Making Up for It

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There is no making up for It. There are certain things that have been said and done in the past that cannot be made up for. I may spend time with the elderly and ailing children. I may volunteer to help the needy and the homeless. I may deprive myself of certain indulgences and luxuries. I may do all of this and more in an attempt to make amends for something that I have said and done in the past. But the past is written and there is no changing it.

Yes, do all of the above mentioned as it is good to be considerate and helpful to others, but do not expect these labors to be an eraser for past deeds. I have said it, or I have done it, or both, and that is the way it is forever. Each day of physical life is its own unique chalkboard that we write for ourselves. We make entries as the day progresses and at the end of the day our log is finished and complete. We can review our log to see what we can gain from it and apply that insight to the next day, but we cannot remove anything from it.

No one is perfect and mistakes will be made. However, there are some things that are said and done that can easily be avoided if my thinking is mature and not restricted to “Me”, “I”, “Mine”, “Myself”, and the like. It is natural to take first thing first, which is me, this is how we not only survive but also excel.

However, we must look at ourselves through the broader canvas of existence that has the panorama of other people, the ecosystem of the Earth, and all of Earth’s many other life forms to be fully mature in our thinking. I said it, or I did it, or both. It’s in the record book of life and cannot be blotted out by remorse nor misplaced good intentions.

I wish that I had not said that. And I wish that I had not done this. So, I will drop the change that I receive at the checkout counter into that donation cup atop it as I leave. This is good as our donations are much needed, but do not consider the misdeeds of the past to be purified by this generous, worthwhile act.

I have touched someone’s life in a negative way either accidentally or purposefully. I have said it, or I have done it, or both. Someone is wearing a physical and emotional scar that I have purposely inflicted upon them. This is my guilt and shame that refuses to leave my thoughts because it is clinched firmly within the solidity of the unchangeable past.

Good deeds will not clean the slate of my past childish behaviors because the past is inalterable. My loss of self-control is a personality deficit that I must learn to live with in a way that does not interfere with my daily life. Hopefully, we have reviewed our chalkboard and have highlighted words and actions that we want to avoid repeating. I conduct this self-evaluation often, and guess what, I do and say the very same things over again.

 This vacillating behavior is much more than simply not learning from the past it is a nest of damaged brain cells that desperately needs healing. The heart(mind) is active and willing to make amends for past offenses but the past is uncompromising. The chalkboard of our living is engraved in permanent stone. We have allowed our wrongdoing to mark us with a seal of regrets and ineffective penance. Our afterglow is unbecoming and our nature is pinned against a wobbly cartwheel.

There is no making up for It. Our days are numbered and the count is swiftly running out. We would like to start this reality called physical life all over again with the knowledge and understanding that we have gained from this venture. We would like not to say and not to do the things that we have done in the past during this new birth. But it is likely that we will say and do the same things all over again if given a blank sheet.

We have been measured out and calculated beyond the molecular level. Our very essence has been formulated and numbered to a precision point that gives no fault-tolerance in the equation of what makes us, us. There is no making up for it. We have said it, or we have done it, or both, and that is that. The Monkey is on our back and the banana is in our mouth, so we must learn to live peaceably with them.

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The One Mistake That Canceled a Productive Life for Me

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The one mistake. One night, after being in my drug addiction for a few years, I decided to break into a school in Tampa Florida, where I was residing at the time, looking for something that I could steal so that I could buy a hit.

After getting onto the school grounds, I broke into a classroom via one of its windows. Upon entering the classroom, the only thing that I saw that may be of value was a television mounted on the wall. Using a chair, I disconnected the television from its wall mounts without any problem.

With television in hand, I now decided that I did not want to go back through the window with the set, so I opened the classroom door and walked out into the hallway. As I scanned both ends of the hallway I could see cameras mounted in certain spots close to the ceiling.

I knew that I was being recorded but I didn’t care because I figured that I would be long gone before the police arrived on the scene.

I took my time leaving the premises, and not because I was feeling confident, but because I was numb from drug use. I reached one of the gates leading out of the building structure and was met by a security guard with a gun in hand. He was on one side of the gate and I was on the other.

My first instinct was to run, instead, I obeyed his instructions to sit the television down and get face down on the pavement. I did as he told me to do because I just did not feel like running.

Working as a day laborer during the day, using all of my pay to buy my drug of choice, very little sleep and even less to eat, I was in no physical nor mental shape to make a break for it when I encountered that security guard on the other side of the gate. He unlocked the gate and entered, handcuffed me and then told me to stand to my feet.

Once on my feet, he asked me if I had any weapons on me. I told him that I had a small pocketknife in my pocket, which he removed. Soon afterward a police car arrived on the scene, and I was taken to jail.

When I went before the judge and heard my charges it was like I was hearing a recap of one of Jesse James escapades. The security guard had beefed up his report of the incident in such a way as to make himself shine like a determined Texas Ranger who had just captured one of America’s most wanted.

Even so, I was placed on probation and released in the middle of the night. This, of course, was a felony and also the first time that I’d ever been arrested. This one drug driven mistake in judgment now haunts me relentlessly.

Some years later after completing a six months’ drug rehab program I became clean and sober. Thankfully, I have remained clean and sober for more years than I want to admit because at the moment I am age sensitive. Sobriety did not and has not erased that felony from my record.

That one charge has been like a nail driven into the back of my neck each time I have applied for a good-paying job in my field (Computer troubleshooting and repair). It has also kept me in the reject bin on all other non-computer related employment that pays well and jobs that you can feel good about going to every day.

It feels great to be clean and sober. My decision to use drugs changed the entire course of my life in a most unfruitful and unproductive way. My decision to steal has kept me in bondage significantly beyond my original jail sentence.

One bad decision and a lifetime sentence. A criminal record that cannot be expunged lies in wait at the end of every job application to turn my hopes to dust and keep me at the poverty level.

Yet I do not surrender even knowing that I will be refused the employment opportunity once a background check is undertaken. Hoping against hope for some wayward burp in the system that will allow me to prove myself and show that I can be an asset to my employer, I fill out applications hoping for the best and expecting the norm.

The choices that I have made so far in my life have damaged me almost beyond repair. I decided to be a thief and have had so many precious years of my life stolen away from me because of my choice to be that. Days, weeks, months, and years of life do not come with a refund.

There is only one opportunity to make it good within this physical sphere of realities. If you choose to do drugs, if you choose to steal, you must be ready to suffer the consequences of your actions. One way or another you are going to get it.

There is no such thing as getting away scot-free. The life-slayer is right at the other end of a bad choice and decision, and it will rip your hopes, dreams, goals, and future to pieces. Your rap sheet lurks silently in the background waiting for you to make a charge for upward mobility so that it can zoom face-front and deflate you.

But I have done this to myself. I have leaped upon my own neck and have strangled the crap out of my career ambitions and goals. I have created my own stumbling blocks by the choices and decisions that I have made. I have doomed my life to being unfulfilled and a heavy burden upon itself.

I have given the Grim Reaper my flesh and bones considerably beyond the appointed time of my terrestrial demise. I have done this to myself because I would not take command and control of myself but commissioned my life and wellbeing to be grafted by cravings and passions that are earmarked for my absolute destruction.

The end of me is at hand. The custom-built has been broken and slayed by the butchers thinking. The assassin has chosen himself for the next kill. The bullet was shot from the chamber the very instant that the muck and mire was conceived. The murderer has justly murdered himself. Finished. Complete.

Feel free to read my autobiography “Fatally Pathetic: The Story of an Ill-fated Conception” at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00U7YWVC4

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Nine and a Half Years of Fleeting Life Wasted Because Of Lack of Knowledge

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Nine and a Half Years of Fleeting Life Wasted Because Of Lack of Knowledge became hooked on crack cocaine at the beginning of 1987. From the start of my addiction, I knew that the consequences of my habit would be the total subjugation of my life to it, the wreckage of all my hopes and dreams, the demolition of my computer hardware career, and everything else conducive to a wholesome and fruitful life.

I allowed the weakness of my mind to transform me into a slave in bondage to my own desires. I knew that if there was any hope of me getting my act back together that it must start with the complete abstinence from my drug of choice.

Now, I felt that I was looking at myself from a remote place that I once inhabited. Everything was surreal and lacking any sense of genuineness as I muddled along in the grip of my drug craving. I cried and I prayed for the strength to get out of the ghastly predicament that I had foolishly placed myself within. I was ashamed of myself and kept as far away from my family as possible because I did not want them to see what I had done to myself.

At this early stage in my addiction, there was a faint ray of hope that I would be able to strap my groans and get it back together because I had the desire to do so. During the following year of 1987, this tiny ray of hope was given a death blow when I was told that I was HIV positive. I was informed of this diagnosis at a blood bank that I frequented to get funds to support my habit when I was unable to find work on that day.

Needless to say, this news was like being shot in the head with a cannon. At this time, in the middle eighties, the common consensus was that a person who had HIV had from six months to a year at most to live. I believed what I was hearing about my illness and based on that information I utterly gave up on life.

What was the point in being drug-free when I only had six months to a year at most to live? I isolated myself even when people were all around me. The only thing that I had to look forward to being was becoming very sick and dying miserably.

For nine and a half years I waited for the moment of my demise while living in the wasteland of a drug-controlled life. With every cold, I prepared myself for the coffin as this was the knowledge of the consequence of my scourge that I had. I placed my confidence in the wisdom of mortals and wallowed in my death garment as I went about making money to support my drug habit.

Now my cries and my prayers were two-fold, that I gain my freedom from drug addiction and that this wicked plague is taken away from me. Nine and a half years of an already brief moment to experience physical life was shattered by the use of drugs because I placed my confidence upon the carbon-based and did not cement my cries and prayers with celestial faith.

For nine and a half years I lived as a vagabond, as a vagrant in my disease infected body, as a drifter in my loathsome mind, and as a wandering lifeless spirit because of my lack of knowledge.

This is not an epitaphic discourse concerning physical existence in spiritual death, because it is most laughable as a fool and his or her aspirations are quickly disjointed when they place all their assurances on maggot food such as they are, and not look towards the true knowledge base that surpasses the breath and make void the shovel.

For nine and a half years, the count is finished, and the hours are a complete waste because a little knowledge is a grand destroyer, and if the knowledge that one does have is not seasoned with wisdom, time becomes a looter, but only if one surrenders and does not stand up and fight against the odds and the general consensus.

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Using Your Thinking as Part of Your Anti-Aging Regimen

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Using Your Thinking. I am not a Bible thumper, however, there is a certain verse in the Bible that I have been considering lately; and it reads, “Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle’s” (Psalms:102:5). What is this verse saying that I should take to heart?

The “Who” in this verse, is, of course, God. The word “mouth” in this verse can be inferred as being a reference to the mind, the way that we rationalize and reason, and our thoughts. “good things,” “youth,” and, “renewed,” should be self-explanatory. The word “eagle’s,” in this verse can probably be inferred as being a reference to flight (a free spirit, soaring, unencumbered).

Now that I have a few basic definitions of certain words in this verse to work with, what can I deduce from this Bible verse that I can put to best practices? My thinking influences my temperament and disposition at any given moment. What comes out of my mouth is a product of my thinking. My thinking also has an influence on the way that I physically feel (my health).

So, what does all this mean and how can I use this to combat the appearance of aging that so disquiets me when I see my reflection looking old and ugly back at me in the mirror? Mirror, mirror on the wall, gosh darn it.

This could mean that I have the cognitive ability to manage my aging processes. Not that I can think myself back to youth or stall the aging processes. There comes a point in everyone’s life, if they live long enough, that becoming old and ugly is a given, there is nothing that can be done about this except somehow learning to comfortably live with it. Many factors interact with each other to produce physical aging.

Many of these factors are beyond our ability to control, such as the radiation of the Sun (even when we attempt to hide ourselves behind sealed shelters), micro-organisms that live and breed on and within our dirt bodies, our Solar System and our Galaxy moving into different regions of the Universe, to name a few.

However, if the way that I think of myself when I look in the mirror, how I think of other people, and of my world is unadulterated and wholesome it will produce words of refreshment and renewal from my mouth. Many wrinkles, blotches, dark spots, and sagging skin come from stress and worry. The quantity of stress and worry that is resident within me has a direct bearing on my health as well as on my physical appearance. There are some factors contributing to the processes of my aging that I cannot control, but my thinking is not one of them.

Unconstructive thought habits drain the electrical charges that sustain every cell in my body. As the energies of these cells are reduced deformations began to appear in my physical appearance and the way that I feel. The consequences of this damaging thought habit are many, one being wrinkles appearing before their time that is exaggerated beyond what they would have been under natural aging conditions.

Some people who claim themselves to be in the know attribute sagging skin to gravity. Gravity may be a cause of sagging skin, except for one thing, gravity is just a theory and does not really exist. The loss of collegian and elastin in the skin as we age are two of many factors that result in sagging skin. How positive thinking can combat sagging skin is an experiment in progress. I will give you an update on the progress of this experiment in roughly one hundred and ten years, stay tuned.

“Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle’s” (Psalms: 102:5). “Mouth”, a tool used for broadcasting my thoughts among other things. “Good things”, wholesome and uplifting things and personality traits given and received. “Youth is renewed”, reducing wrinkles, blotches, dark spots, and sagging skin and invigorating my mind by thinking positively. “like the eagle’s”, becoming unencumbered by stress and worry as much as possible, taking a lighthearted view of myself, thinking graciously and kindly of others, accepting the inevitable whether I like it or not, soaring in free flight even in the face of metamorphosing into a walking fossil.

Practicing this Bible verse as a daily way of living my life may have the benefit of being an inexpensive supplement to any anti-aging regimen that I may undertake. My thinking both uplifts and deflates me and can turn one day into a number of months of physical aging if the structure of my thoughts is negative, or I am constantly in the company of negative acting and thinking people. Using this Bible verse to hide and improve the effects of aging may or may not work for me, but when I look at myself in the mirror, what the hell, why not give it a go.

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