Almost Halloween already. Some are already freaking out about it through fear or excitement. Doesn’t matter in the end how people react to it, it’s just a man-made holiday. People choose which pill to take for this particular holiday. I don’t pay much attention to it unless it involves writing a screenplay or playing in a movie about Halloween. I want to make money and travel the world. All these regular holidays bore me to death. When I say holidays, I refer to American holidays. They’re way too cliche for me. For people outside of the usa, they’re infatuated with these American holidays. I understand that, they’ve never experienced it before. They definitely should. I just need to see something different every few months. I can’t stay in one spot for too long. I ask the creator and the spirit of light to bring me to the top of the mountain. I’m sick of being in the same, old desert. May I travel the world and see so much that I have never seen before. May I experience different cultures and perspectives. I want to grow as a human being and spirit and of course financially. I want to make a difference and help people that I come across my journey called life.
I wish you all of the blessings you deserve! Don’t deny it upon you. Ask and you will receive. Words have power. Claim them!
I want to share another short story of being a child in a strict Pentecostal household. I must’ve been in either kindergarten or first grade, so it was either 2003 or 2004 when Yugioh and Pokémon were soaring in the USA through the tv show, video games and trading cards. Everyone in my classroom pretty much all had trading cards. I started learning about these games through my classmates. The more I watched them play during recess, the more I desired to get myself a deck of cards for myself. It had a weird dopamine effect just by looking at the many illustrations in the card game.
After some thinking and learning more about Yugioh and Pokémon, I asked my mom to buy me a couple packs of cards when my mom took me and my aunt to Walmart. Mom didn’t know what it really was, so she ended up buying me the cards. I was the happiest kid in the parking lot looking through the many cards I had in my possession. I was already picturing future card matches during recess at school.
When I reached home from Walmart, my dreams of being a card player at recess were about to be shattered. I was showing my uncle the cards my mom had purchased for me. My dad sees me showing some cards. He grabs one of the cards, examines it and then rips it in half. “Dad, why? That’s my card.” My dad looks at me, “Yugioh is a demonic card game from hell. I can’t have you playing a devilish card game. They talked about this at church recently.” My dad takes the rest of my cards and lights them on fire near the trampoline in the backyard. I remember crying nonstop and locking myself in the bathroom. After this event, I would hide my cards whenever I acquired a card from someone. Yugioh and Pokémon were demonic according to the Pentecostal church and some vision a girl in South America who overdosed on drugs and had her supposed near death experience in hell. I never truly believed this, something about these belief systems never made sense. I believe in God, the spiritual creator, or however you want to label him or her, but the doctrines of the Pentecostal church never stuck in my mind. I would like to say I had some type of spiritual discernment. Something just felt off. Maybe us kids can sense something is wrong, but then slowly those feelings are brushed off through years of brainwash.
I still to this day get a weird feeling about those moments in my life. Those moments have taught me that people can be delusional through religion, politics and current world affairs. Many yearn for a leader, or a Shepard, from being afraid of thinking. Am I saying we should be out to expose them. For some people, they may. I choose not to. There are better things I can do with my time. Some will choose to keep their eyes closed and some will open them up and question their surroundings of life.
Peace and love to all of my readers!
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