Finding Old Friends

Finding Old Friends:

As we grow older in our lives and loose contact with our childhood friends and others; sometimes one of life’s greatest joys is to reconnect with those from our past. Sadly though, there are very few resources out there that will help us with this task.

Websites want your money, and sell you useless information. You can’t trust most of the “People Locators” that promise you everything under the stars for a measly $24.99 fee.

So I decided to try a new approach. The people below are the ones that I am trying to find. If you know them, know somebody that knows them, or happen across them; then by all means drop me a quick note. It would surely help to ease the burdens of my own search.

Marsha Uliano, (Plant City, Florida)

Marcia Uliano, (Plant City, Florida)

Jimmy Burgess, (Battle Creek, Michigan)

Jimmy Salter, (Battle Creek, Michigan)

April McClellan, (Franklin, North Carolina)

Robin Bennett, (Columbus, Ohio)

George Harrison, (Iowa)

Scott Milner, (Massachusetts)

George Harper III, (Chicago, Illinois)

Jannell Bradley, (London, Ohio)

 

Frankeschein@hotmail.com

Consciousness Awakened

Transversely upon this globe that we have named “home”- many people look upwards into the dark skies pondering upon the universal question; “What is my destiny in this life, why am I here in this place-now?”

One could spend several lifetimes enclosed within a meditative state seeking answers to these complex equations that have eluded us for so long. Answers, if offered, that will somehow provide us with the rationale for our existence, and perhaps even show us the path that our footsteps must follow.

One cannot hope to find those answers from outside of ourselves, for the harder one seeks those answers, it inexorably opens the doorways of our minds-filling it with even more questions. An overwhelming cycle that repeats itself throughout our solemn existence. Along the broad spectrum of life itself, we are already cognizant of the answers that we so desperately wish to hear. But our own philanthropies have clouded the answer to our life’s questions, because we were unwilling to recognize self-evident truths, even when they were clearly placed in front of us.

 This denial of reality has created within ourselves a subdivision of our own consciousness-a division perpetually and inexorably conflicting upon simple truths, that no matter who we are, or what our life philosophies necessitate; we are human beings that have been put upon this earth to perpetuate our own existence, and to propagate, through our children and their children, the lesson that we have learned along our own journey.

That is the cornerstone of life’s foundation, and one that cannot easily be bargained or theorized away. All of us, across the world-share the same hopes, dreams, and aspirations. We ask only the simple things from life; a chicken in the pot to appease our hunger, a roof over our heads to shelter us from the elements, and education for our children-more so than what we have accomplished.. This alone is the nexus of our daily struggles. A struggle that has ensued throughout time itself, and will eternally remain an integral part of each and everyone that follows us, when we are long gone.

We are not much different. Our lives move parallel along the journey of birth and death. It is only when we further cloud our existence with degenerate issues, that inherently our lives become ever more complex. Life is like an artist’s empty canvas, filling it with abstraction of pain and hurt-results in our lives taking on the pensiveness that darken the canvas upon which we paint. Since life is beautiful when filled without its harsh problematical issues-it becomes paramount that we fill our canvas with pleasing renditions that stimulate the soft caress of life upon our soul.

It is only when we come to terms with the simple reality that each of us are interrelated to each other by only six degrees of separation, that we can come to awareness of this astounding truth itself. Then, and only then can the unbiased mind begin to comprehend that battling each other becomes inconsequentiality unnecessary in the promulgation of life upon this earth.

Our ideologies and opinionated views-are simply a struggle within our own minds in identifying who we are. Compelling by force of will, others to identify with us, is yet another step that we undertake to mastermind our individual personal identification of self. It provides us with a reason to stand high upon the mountains of life, shouting angrily into the thunder filled skies-that we exist and are unique upon the globe. The reality is that each person upon this earth has their own special journey-our machinations represent nothing more that our own inner perplexities that have been painted with a colored dissatisfaction of others moving across the peripheral fringes of our life.

We cannot force dominance upon one another. Dominance requires submission, and to submit to be dominated is inherently against the elemental basis of life itself. It results in the proliferation of fear. Fear of reprisal, fear of reduced stature among our contemporaries and peers, and ultimately fears that our submission of dominance is resultant of our own weakness against perceived injustices.

Our leaders, those that are tasked with administrating our individual countries; are the ones most responsible for the dissonance and discontented plaguing humanity itself. Theirs is a world, built upon the foundations of governance that seeks to vanquish the very continuation of life amid the principles that they hold highest and closest to their chest-greed, personal power, and the omnipresent self-serving aspirations that have insulated them for the beauty of the world, and further isolated them from the self-evident truths of synchronization of thought and mind-from the rest of the world.

Domination of the their own countrymen’s minds, is paramount to their existence and continued survival. For without deviant supremacy, their world of convenient self-righteousness would quickly crumble under the weight of humanities denial of the fear that these pious loathing autocracies represent. Their own fears of inadequacy, oblige these despots to consign upon the globe the broadcast of their twisted ideologies.

The dogma contradicting the fundamental understanding that we are all brothers upon this globe, having arisen from the greatness of our creator, to arrive simultaneously herein, and to struggle with our inclinations uniquely identifying each of us as a member of mankind. Our reticent denial of these facts have poisoned many people with cynicism, and separated the populace of the world, pitting each against the other. We are, simply put, garish painted marionettes under the influence and manipulations of militaristic and political deceit.

As long as humanity consents to ascendancy of a dictatorial force of will, our lives will evermore be subjugated under their ethics and insatiable credo; consequentially giving rise to authoritarian influences altering the very shape of our inner consciousness itself.

Until we, as one people upon this planet agree to the principles of equality, tolerance, and peaceful resolution of our differences-our children and their children, will inherit the intricate division of our struggles to identify with each other, and to find peace within ourselves.

Muslim Jihadists already in the United States

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Muslim Jihadists already in the United States

 

Chicago, Illinois July 2nd Thursday 16:45Hrs:
Yochung Xian, a 32 year old Malaysian immigrant smiled as he removed his sunglasses. It had been a long ride on the L-Train from Mid-Town center.. Standing on the train’s platform, he shouldered his small red backpack and strode towards the steps leading up to Edmore street landing. Around him a throng of commuters pushed and shoved their way onto the stifling hot street.
 
He glanced around as he made his way south along the busy street. The sidewalk covered in chalked graffiti underneath his feet, he watched his reflection in the many glass storefront windows as he passed by them. Around him the pre-holiday crowds moving slowly, stopping here and there to survey the trinkets on sale.
 
The Edmore Street Shopping center was packed as customers prepared for the long three day weekend ahead. The tiny strip mall situated on Chicago’s south side served a diverse community, most of whom worked in nearby factories and warehouses.
 
Amid the crumbling basketball courts, rusted cars in back of dilapidated clapboard houses, and overflowing trash dumpsters typical of many Chicago’s inner city neighborhood’s, the smells of barbeque and festivities filled the air with a sense of excitement.
 
14 year old Joshua Temple dropped another quarter into the pinball machines slot. He’d already spent two dollars in quarters on this machine-he was sure that he would hit the Triple Eight bonus this time. The bonus giving him eight free games. His two best friends Shay and Will crowded around the sides of the machine cheering him on.
 
The throng of kids playing video games were drown out by the sounds of lasers, bombs, and music emanating from the dozens of game machines in the small non-descript game arcade. An arcade that attracted many, if not all, of the communities children. There was nothing else for them to do, other than attending school and playing in the streets. The Edmore Street Game Arcade was the focal point of the strip mall’s proprietors, a Korean family that called the neighborhood home.
 
Rachel Meadows, a retired 67 year old white haired school teacher made her way into the small shopping center. Pushing her cart through the store’s narrow isle, she took her time in selecting the goodies that she would need during the customary family cookout enjoyed by her family every year.
 
Yochung Xian stopped in front of the Edmore Street arcade, watching as the forty odd kids played amid the twinkling lights and garish music. He looked up at the overhead sign, and noticed with satisfaction that it read “We are all God’s children”, and stepped inside of the crowded video arcade.
 
The explosion hurled bricks and chunks of cement across the parking lot. A girls pink sneaker landed on a parked car fifty feet away. The thunder like boom of the suicide bomb echoing off the buildings across the street-shattering most of the windows in the many small businesses dotting the area.
 
Inside the ravaged strip mall, mangled and torn bodies lay in spreading pools of blood. The distorted limbless bodies sprawled outside in the parking lot reminiscent of scenes occurring in Pakistan and Afghanistan. The sheer violence of the attack  and the abrupt slaughter of the people inside the strip mall a testament to the heinous planning and disregard for human life.
 
Amid the blaring car alarms and screams of the injured, there was little left of the Edmore Street Game Arcade. The roof had collapsed, crushing those inside. Jagged pieces of glass hurled by the horrific explosion had become missiles, slicing through those unlucky enough to have been standing outside of the arcade. Scores of holiday shoppers lay mangled on the sidewalk and in the parking lot. Thick black smoke rushed upwards filling the clear summer sky, as crackling flames leapt out of the arcade’s destroyed roof.
 
 
Across town at the Highland Platform, another L-Train packed with commuters screeched to a stop, its electronic doors opening. As the crowd swarmed into and out of the packed commuter train, a huge fireball mushroomed from inside the train’s center car. Jagged bits of glass and steel scythed through the unaware passengers. The train lifting several inches off the ground-disconnecting it from the others, and toppling ionto the already injured lying on the platform’s concrete walkway.
 
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Islam the death of America

Hamza Yusuf Hanson-Radical Anti-American Muslim

Islam will never integrate itself into American culture. The only way that Islam can grow, is to take over America from within.
 
The British allowed Muslims a voice in their government-and now there are 85 Sharia “kangaroo” courts doling out a 5th century brand of justice to British Muslims. Honor killings are on the rise, violent jihadists protest on England’s street, police services are unable to quell angry violent Muslims rampaging throughout their cities, and ordinary British citizen are imprisoned within their own neighborhoods.
 
Islamic University prepares to open in Berkeley, California next fall.  Zaytuna College will be the first accredited Muslim college in the United States.
 
 
“The college has been hailed as a victory for moderate Islam, a place to promote religious understanding by “blending traditional Islam and American culture and establishing a permanent place for the religion in American society,”
 
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Teenager flees possible Islamic honor killing

Muslim Dad Honor Killing In Arizona

Mariwan Halabjaee – Voice of America editorial