These are all essential to our existence.

Yes,some people live without one or the other but none live without all three.

What if you open your horizons???

Don’t... My momma use to say don’t. Don’t open your mind to see it or you will.

I’ve heard stories of the ones who search for things they shouldn’t have!

This is why I refuse to believe in certain things. Those things could take on a life of its own and become your reality.

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil!

Some Native Americans still believe

in soul-theft through photography

I’ve wondered if pictures can fragment the soul,

could this be a means of losing control?

Could the selfie-obsessed open doors to dark worlds?

Or does one simply seek to over-indulge,

in things that are selfish, in things that are reckless,

in things that are wrong, deceitful and senseless?

Maybe we shouldn’t dismiss this belief?

I don’t mean to cause anyone any grief,

but our ancestors knew things we can’t even fathom.

Maybe because they were closer to Adam,

or maybe because they were simply attuned

to the things of the spirit, the things we outgrew,

the things we keep thinking are in the rearview.

Where are the curious and seekers of Truth?

Where are the brave and unsatisfied youth?

Where are the elders who still want to fight

to bring forth the answers occulted from sight?

We all have more power than we have been told,

we receive what we believe in mind and soul.

Our emotions and words create our reality,

and all is dependent upon our energy.

Keep your thoughts pure to manifest love,

Peace, joy, harmony, good things from above.

My grandma bought a book about

Apple cider vinegar.

She told me that if I

drank a glass every day,

that it would cure my horrible acne.

So for the next month,

over and over,

every night, I

drank a glass of

apple cider vinegar. And

suprise, suprise!

Nothing happened.

A weird belief we were told when we were small was step on the crack break your mothers

back. All my childhood life I dodged cracks so my mom would not be hurt. LMAO. If you split a pole or tree you would have bad luck. So if we walked and split a pole or tree we would go a half block or where ever to go back around to the side the other person were on. "Jigs on you, you owe me a soda", was a saying that gave me alot of soda when I was small. And that was when someone said a word or phrase at the same time you did. If you broke a mirror you had 7 years bad luck. I'm still getting bad luck, because once I thought of that say, something would happen and I would break it. Black cat cross you

bad luck for life. I wouldn't get near a black cat for a long time. LMAO. Well, now I don't

believe in superstition. So I have done it all. LOL..

How strange it seems to me

To fear such a sweet natured creature

Just by the midnight hue of its fur

To think a cuddly, fluffy kitty,

Who wishes nothing more than to be loved,

Could bring misfortune upon anyone

If anything, cats have brightened my days

Filling them with joy and laughter,

Making them not so gray

All of it would be the same,

Even with a black cat

The supposed bringer of bad luck

Well, if that's the case, feel free

To invite misfortune upon me

So many, “words of wisdom” surround the importance of family. From greeting cards to television dramas, the world is in love with the concept of family, togetherness, and the strength that growing up together imparts. According to this cultural deluge centered on genetic associations, everyone should feel that being part of a family is the greatest thing ever. I call bull shit to almost the whole lot.

Before you blow me off as a bitter, hateful, unibomber loner type, let me say this. I have a family of my own. I have a wonderful wife, three sweet/bratty kids, and a couple of cats too many and I am content with the situation. I also have four brothers, one sister, two thankfully divorced parents that are still living, a gaggle of nieces and nephews in addition to a whole circus freak show worth of aunts, uncles, cousins, and inlaws of various types. Outside of my little nuclear family, I really don’t care much about the rest.

I haven’t seen a single sibling in almost twenty years and feel no regrets for the lack of contact. If my wife wasn’t vaguely attached to my litter mates on social media I probably wouldn’t even know what part of the world they call home. As to those whose fornication gave me life, my parents live a thousand and three thousand miles from me respectively. You could triple both distances and I wouldn’t feel left behind. As you have probably figured out, the Norman Rockwell depictions of the extended family gathered around the Thanksgiving table just doesn’t jive with me.

You may wonder if I feel less than human because of my bent towards familial indifference? No, because I feel an all consuming love towards the four people and five felines that are the nexus of my universe. Am I antisocial or an elitist? think I would better be described as selectively social. As to being an elitist, my career is in the social work field and I am regularly humbled by the strength and goodness of those who are not as fortunate as me.

I think what I am is a person who has a smaller capacity for the intamacy and patience needed for being an enthusiastic part of an extended family. The reason I call bullshit to the presumed importance of familial ties is that it does not take in to account the variability of feelings that exists in humanity. Some may live for seeing their great aunt thrice removed. Frankly, I’m good with receiving a Christmas card. I don’t feel alone in my apathy towards extended family, nor do I think that I should feel that I lack something vitally human because of it. In fact, I believe that my feelings are not rare. I think that my anti-family feelings are felt in greater numbers than advertised. So, to those who share my feelings about family I say, be proud and be content. Just please don’t invite me over for Thanksgiving.

I was minding my own business,

and my parents call me over.

they say, "sweet child,

I need some chillies please,

go on, get it please."

I, most certainly a child,

bolstered by the flatter,

go get the chillies.

I bring it to them,

and hand it to them,

when they flinch back,

eyes wide,

and tell me to put it on the plate.

confused, I ask why,

and they say,

"although it’s an old wives tale,

never hand chillies to one’s hand,

or it means you wish for their life,

to be against yours."

Bananas, what is it about these strange fruits that leads to such odd beliefs?

‘Bananas and eggs must not be eaten together or you will die’ codswollop!

There’d be dead people all over Canada and it’s neighbors every breakfast time if that was true, pancakes with bananas for breakfast anyone? Coffee shops all over New Zealand would be for ever hauling out dead bodys mid morning.Banana loaf with your latte?

English seaside tea rooms would have the local ambulance on quick dial when the silver surfers came into town, just in case anyone ordered banana and walnut cake with there tea!

How about ‘ mustn’t ever take a banana on a boat it’s really dangerous ’ just think about that, how on earth do they get to your local supermarket? Walk? Swim? Do you see bananas hearders leading their charges down the street? No you don’t they come by ship

While we’re on the subject of ships, there is a whole new load of nonsense there

‘must never have anything green on a ship it’s very unlucky’

what about the starboard light captain? Or all those green bananas in the hold?

or am I missing something here ?

Is it that, green = unlucky + bananas= unlucky somehow lucky?

I think we need some new superstitions

’see a discarded plastic bag, pick it up

then all day you’ll have good luck

provided you take it home and put it in the bin’

Or:-

’its realy unlucky to drink drink fizzy pop

On any day that has a ‘y’ in it‘

Or:-

likeing this piece of nonsense will bring you luck!

yer right !

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