Saying hello

Well, we’re thirteen days into 2023. The Pale Rider is said to sit upon a green horse. How are we in our own time, to interpret this realization? This year, if I understand the information correctly, a green comet will be seen passing through the midnight sky. The color green can symbolize pestilence, but it can also symbolize money, in my own categorization. This comet has not been seen since the age of Astraea, and her return back into the heavens for the purpose of escaping the corruption of mankind. She promised to return one day in the distant future, when all of planet earth would be consumed by chaos. https://www.ancientpages.com/2020/08/01/will-star-goddess-astraea-return-to-earth-with-second-golden-age-or-apocalypse/

Already on day twelfth of this year, the much-aged uncle of my wife who we were living with, was cremated. He actually died on the second day, if I am correct in saying so. Many people had deaths occur in their own families during this time period. Might there be some sort of connection here? I’ve never noticed so much death before so early on, and I’ve lived through many a planting season already. The so-called financial experts do not paint a nice picture for the economy this year, but I like to think positive.

To me green means money accompanied by great success in all endeavors, and I want my share! Green can also mean collard and mustard greens, my favorite dishes when served with a wedge of freshly prepared cornbread. Say it out loud here to summons all of the positive spirits. I’m going to HIT IT BIG TIME, boys! I want a New York Times best seller, a literary work of long-lasting renown. I want a novel with a front paid out to me equal to no less than a fifty-thousand-dollar years’ salary. I’m trying, but one cannot accomplish such a thing without going through an agent. Landing an agent is no lean feat, to say the least. I’ve been trying for years and still have not succeeded. Its far easier to become traditionally published than to land an agent.

I have three publishers looking over some of my manuscripts. One has already accepted, and I’ve signed the contract. It’s called “The 10 Best Survival Jobs, how to get them, how to keep them.” It’s been published before but the publisher fell on hard times and had to neutralize the manuscript, and it’s based on my real-life experiences I have lived, and still am living. This is a great beginning for the year, from my own perspective. My Newyear’s resolution is to secure a dynamite career job. I have an in-person interview Monday. It’s for an entry level account manager at an insurance company. I can’t wait to work there! After 90 days or so I can make my move on starting up a true profit generating business.

Whatever value we take a calculated risk on, will be where our potential future wealth lies. If we want millions, sometimes we must commence with hundreds of thousands in potential wealth, then work our way up. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, pure and simple. Noting occurs without calculated risk. Relationships, marriage, college, cruises, writing and publishing a book for crying out loud here, driving or even walking down the highway, you name it. It’s all a hedged bet and a calculated gamble.

Don’t like your present job? Find out what you want to do, then make your move, relocate or whatever it takes to get it. Want to take a trip or live a certain lifestyle, then the perfect day and time is right now. There will never be a day in the hazy distant future when everything is nailed down perfectly. Something totally unforeseen and unexpected will always crop up, it seems. Do it now, when the possibility presents itself. That’s my motto. These are the words I speak aloud. Only 13 days have passed in the first month of 2023. Focus on the positives transpiring already.

Goodbye 2022!

It sure has been one rocker roller’s year, for sure my dear blog post family. Certainly, it ranks among the best of times and the worst of times. From a writer’s perspective, I have had an outstanding time, make no mistake about it. I want to give a huge THANKYOU to all of my reading fans. All of YOU are the ones who have made me, not me myself. Literally I have tens of thousands who make up my reading fanbase.

These past three years have been the era of the skull and crossbones. Let us pause momentarily and give remembrance to all of those who cannot stand with us now that we’ve crossed the line into 2023. In this year alone, in my own immediate family, over a four-month span there were four deaths. Two friends of the family, man and wife, died in a head on collision during these same four months. There were others who died, young and old, in the communities surrounding me. This past Friday a man I grew up with who was 49 years old, collapsed dead in my old hometown. It seems everybody I speak with has had the same experiences, so there has been what I observe to be an unusual amount of death over the past year alone, not even counting the two years previously in our dealings with Covid 19. Let us pause and give thanks to the good Lord in heaven for sparing us, since we are still yet alive in spite of this adversity. I could go on and on, but we certainly live in a true-life gothic horror era, complete with war, pestilence, tyrants, villains, and mighty fools.

At first last year seemed stuck in the mud in every way except when it came to my writing successes. The pace picked up quickly, however. I quit my head end job, hopped a plane, lived in Ecuador for three months, hopped a plane again, munked around in west central, Florida for a few days, hopped a plane again, mucked around in San Francisco for four days. Hopped a ship for two and a half weeks, sailed to HI for six days, then back to Ensalada, Mexico, then back to San Fransico. Four days later we wound up in west central Florida again. Isn’t that nice? On December 22 we rode away north to the Carolinas so we could visit a few family members. We had a real blast, but sadly, and for your good information, Covid 19 is coming back since all of my family seems to have caught it! Now its 1/1/2023 2227 and we are in King’s Island GA in a motel room on our way back to West Central Florida. Our time has been filled with cars and bars, planes, trains, busses and a few bruises, but we’ve all managed to endure to the bitter end, and it’s something to celebrate, don’t make no mistake about it. So, cheers for the stork who brings good babies. Cheers to the crow who brings bad babies, and cheers to the swallow who brings no babies. Joy to the world, and all of you, and me. Wonder how things will be in 2023! I want a New York Times best seller and to hit the jackpot. I’ll say it out loud! It’s been one wild ride of a year to be sure.

Traveling Spain On A Pauper’s Dime With A Purpose

We both arose from the Burger King and began walking around checking out our surroundings. Malaga is nice and very antique. The city is 2800 years old, and one of the longest continually inhabited places on earth. The Phonetician, a tribe of Canaanites just as the Hebrew were, began the city. It was a place of import/export commerce, since the Phoneticians build an empire on trade and business negotiation.

The Malaga exalt their history, not discard it simply because it might not fit into some sort of present day political agenda being forced upon its citizens. That is what I mean when I say that a place has soul. I found Naples, Italy, to be in the same category, as is Charleston, SC, and S.T. Augustine, Florida, back in the US. Atlanta is an entirely different story, however, but enough on that. I think that readers get the picture by now.

We found a hostel for 70 euros a night, where we book up for the next two days. Here we place our suitcases and bags, only to hit the town walking around. We both had slept on the all night bus ride and felt fit as a fiddle, being completely rested. We hopped a city bus and rode all over the town, getting off at a few places here and there along the beach. Throughout Spain the city buses only cost 1.5 euros. Along the way we also purchase a hop on and off bus ticket for thirty euros a ticket. This ticket includes a free pass to eight different museums, a boat ride around the harbor, and a Flaminco show. We hopped the bus and spent the remainder of the day partying and strolling around in the city. The Flaminco show was excellent. We made it back to the hostel at 2130 that evening, and were exhausted by then.

The wife is talking about going to Morrocco, but the travel agency was closed by the time we made it. The deal seemed really good, with a bus tour, three meals included, and a return trip. We will see how everything turns out today.

We completed out bus tour, then hit the beach, where we walked around in the sun and sand all day long. From the knees down and on my arms half way up between my elbows and shoulders, not to mention my face and neck, I really have a good tan. We ate lamb, rice, salad, and french fries for only 7 euros at one of the beach cafes. This dish included the drink of our choice, from water, to juice, to whatever. We are back in our room now at 2205. We showered and are resting a bit, where we might go back out later on.