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In Fear Will Be Found

In Fear Will Be FoundRecently, I was invited to speak at a conference that would be hosting around four to six hundred people. Of course, I accepted and spread the news in small ways and because of this, I encountered a repeating conversation that went something like the following.
“You must be nervous. I would be terrified.”
I always answered with the following response.
“Why would I be nervous? It’s only four to six hundred people.”
“Only four to six hundred people?” They would reply. “That’s a lot of people!”
And this is where I shall end the transcription of the conversation that I had several times and begin upon a trail of thought that will prove that four to six hundred people aren’t a lot of people.
Why are four to six hundred people not a lot of people, you may ask? Well, actually it is a lot of people. However, if I compare four to six hundred people to the rough estimate of nine billion people who exist on planet earth, four to six hundred is not a lot of people. Therefore, I am not the teeniest bit nervous about speaking to an audience of that size. Because unlike others, I do not operate in an individualistic manner where it concerns the logistics of the Human mind.
The moment I found out I was invited, I was terrified. However, the moment I reviewed the matter in proportion to another matter is the moment that my emotional state returned to a level understanding. I am not going to speak to nine billion people. I am not even going to speak to a tenth of the human population. I am only going to speak to four to six hundred people which are not a lot of people when placed in proportion to a larger amount. Therefore there is no need for me to be afraid. Instead of allowing a fear of fumbling in front of a large audience to paralyze my speech-writing process, I realized that I could very well be fumbling in another situation that could possibly be much more embarrassing. Because of this newly installed perspective, I remained entirely calm.
Obviously, I do not operate as most Humans do. From what I can tell, most Humans rush about dependent on each other, their emotions and substitutes for happiness. I do not do any of these things because I have come to realize that dependency is unnecessary when perspective is provided.
Human Beings are somewhat predictable. Many of them fall into profiling categories and are then funneled through a myriad of personality trait sub categories. Eventually, after being analyzed and cross examined, they are slapped with a label describing who they’ve learned to be and are rushed into the tightly packed sardine can of society. And this is the very reason why Humans are predictable. Because out of perspective, our choices are made, and when everyone is taught to think alike based off of indoctrination processes that began when we were young, everyone’s perspective tends to wear similar. Therefore, people’s choices are easily seen coming. From what I can tell, people are taught to place themselves in proportion to smaller matters so that their personal lives seem bigger than they actually are. Like I said before, once I placed my conference invite in proportion to a larger situation, I was no longer afraid and was completely calm. Yet, most people would consider speaking at a conference hosting four to six hundred people absolutely terrifying because instead of placing that situation in proportion to a larger matter, they instead would compare it to something smaller. Instead of seeing how four to six hundred people is a very small amount compared to the whole of Human existence, they would rather see how four to six hundred people is a huge amount compared to the close circle of friends they speak to on a regular basis. In essence, they limit their opportunities and abilities and allow fear to determine their identity and possibilities.
This is actually very intriguing to me; for this seems to reveal a hypocrisy in the Human banter of hope. For many of us, while narrowing our scope, claim to live peaceful, happy and successful lives. However, this is not possible unless we’ve just learned to become content with a Smartphone’s view of life rather than a fifty inch 4K High Definition Picture perspective. We are, as some would say, blindly chasing our tails while claiming to have suitable reasoning abilities. And what wraps this entirely hilarious situation in a pretty, pink bow is the fact that we justify our dumb existence with the following phrase.
“Follow your heart.”
What makes this so utterly funny to me is the fact that we do not follow our hearts. Then what do we follow, you may ask? Well, you’re in luck because I have an answer that just may solve your dimwitted mystery.
We don’t follow our hearts, we follow our fears. For to follow the heart is to cast aside all fear. For instance, you’re afraid he/she will turn you down, so you don’t ask him/her out on a date. You’re afraid you’ll be removed from your home, so you pay the rent. You’re afraid you’ll be fired from your job, so you arrive on time and treat the manager(s) with respect. You’re afraid you’ll be arrested and put in prison so you pay your taxes and follow the law. Everything we are taught to do in society is based upon fear. Fitting into the norm requires us to fear civilization while all the while claiming the comfort of acceptance. So we do not follow our hearts as we so stupidly go about and say, we follow our fears. For in following the heart, we cast aside fear and understand that in love lies the answer. Now, I’m not one to dabble in emotional reasoning. Or, I used not to be one who dabbled in emotional reasoning. But the more I wander through this fascinating life of mine, the more I realize that perspective does not begin in the mind but instead in the heart.
From what I can tell, there are two source emotions that drive us as Human Beings; love and fear. Now many people believe that the source emotions are instead love and hate, but if one takes a moment to ponder this, they’ll realize that hate is birthed out of fear. Hence love and fear are the two emotions that compel us as a whole. When faced with this notion, it is suddenly realized that every choice we make in life is determined by either our love for something or our fear of something. In this respect, we truly are simple creatures. Our very existence can be boiled down to one ultimate choice. And in this choice, we find the extent of our identity. We either love the prospect of life, or we fear it. Hence the predictability of the human race.
It truly is funny how so many of the complicated and seemingly unsolvable problems we face today are actually quite simplistic when placed in proportion to this new understanding. Racism is a fantastic example. Our hate for those with different colored skin can almost always be traced back to a fear of some sort. The president that’s elected or the fact that you don’t let your children out at certain times of night. The fact that when you leave your home, you lock your door. Or the fact that when walking down the street, you keep to yourself and avoid others afraid that someone may attempt to harm you. The reason that you don’t leave that boring job of yours for something a little more exciting or the fact that you still haven’t had that heart-to-heart with that certain someone. Fear is the inspiration of stagnation. When afraid, we are paralyzed. And when paralyzed, we remain firmly planted upon our thumbs.
I implore you. Do not sit on your thumb. It is quite disgusting. Instead, take a leap into the unknown and allow your tantalizing fears to crumble away. Begin to force your weary eyes open so that you may view the beauty of life and furthermore fall in love with it. For in love will be found the solutions. And in fear will be found the confusions.
Candidly,
Twisty Ceives

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The New Confused (Facebook Post)

womens-1838149Recently I stumbled upon a video showing a young child being beaten by an adult who seemed to be in her mid-thirties. The dialogue was foreign to me so I could not interpret the reasons for why this child was being beaten, but simply looking at the video showed me that the child did not deserve such a fate. The adult used both her hand and a wooden broom to beat the child over the head, back and on the buttock. The video was obviously real and it absolutely broke my heart. However, what broke my heart the most was not necessarily the fact that the child was being beaten, although this was saddening. What truly broke my heart was the child’s reaction. The child, who was no older than six or seven, simply cried, shielding herself from the ungodly onslaught the best she could. But her tears were not necessarily sourced from anger or pain but from confusion. Anyone else who has had experience with Human emotions would know instantly that the child was confused more than anything else. In her eyes, one could see love towards the person who beat her, but because of this, she was confused at to the why. Why would she ever deserve such a punishment? I’m sure, in her mind, she raced to understand what she had done to produce such anger in this person who was most likely a relative. She simply could not understand why she deserved this, yet if this person she loved administrated such beatings, then it must be the sad truth of life that she did indeed deserve it. While you and I know that this child did not deserve such pain, the child did not. She simply continued to protect herself the best she could.
I could not even finish watching the five-minute video out of total anger and maddening sadness. It was simply too heart wrenching. I could not comprehend someone doing something like to a child, no less. Just from the little I saw, I could only imagine that the child, if not amended, would grow up to become immensely insecure and lost in horrible rejection, feeling unaccepted by everyone and everything.
Summing up this very long post, I would just like to take a moment to reassure you, the reader, that YOU are not unaccepted. YOU are cared for. YOU are loved. YOU are NOT rejected. YOU are NOT evil. YOU are AMAZING! And nothing could convince me otherwise.
-Your Friend, Twisty Ceives

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I Interviewed God

I Interviewed God  I had a dream just the other night in which I interviewed the Almighty God. He is not as terribly judgmental as some fear Him to be. Despite what so many have claimed, He is actually quite kind and understanding. His form was simple. He did not wear long, flowing robes that glowed startlingly white and He certainly did not have an elegant, brown beard. Surprisingly, he shocked the cliches by wearing a pair of corduroy overalls under which he wore a white short sleeved shirt. His rugged hands were donned by a tan pair of cowhide work gloves and His long, unruly hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. Although I knew He was the all-powerful ruler of creation, He did not seem as such. From the best of my observations, He seemed just as normal as the average Human Being. In fact, He seemed to be a farmer just recovering from a long day of hard work. Even though He was exhausted, He was very gracious in granting me an interview.
 

  In this very odd dream, God led me to a small, two-story farmhouse that was antique but nice. Once inside, I found myself rather shocked by the appearance of this home’s interior. I’m not positive of what exactly I expected upon entering, but whatever it was that I hoped for was completely dismantled as I wandered the halls of what appeared to be a mansion. The preeminent Father of all things was humored by my shock and asked of me what I surmised before entering. I related to Him that I did not know what to anticipate, but was astonished by what I saw. He continued to guide me down a long hall that was arrayed with all sorts of paintings as I did my best to memorize the scenery for this article’s sake. Then, finally, we arrived at a small room in which rested a mini bar.

  Now, many of those reading this article might find it offensive that the Almighty God owned and operated a mini alcoholic bar in His own farm/mansion. But what I’ve found in life is that nothing is as it seems. For every time we’ve learned all we think there is to know, our knowledge is shocked by some new discovery. Therefore, it should not be offensive that God owned a mini bar, but instead it should be looked upon with curiosity and understanding.

  Offering me a drink as I took a seat in a plush, red leather chair, God began to ask me why I had come to his mansion. I answered by saying that he had led me here. God chuckled in response as He finished mixing my vodka martini. Of course He had led me here, that much was obvious. But why I had chosen to come was a different matter entirely. He then handed me my vodka martini, and asked of me what questions I would be asking Him in our interview as He took a seat opposite to me in a black leather chair that was lined with silver stitches. I suppose that most of my questions were rather standard when interviewing others. I usually begin with their occupation, then slowly move onto their beliefs in this matter. Afterwards, I transition into their personal ideals and their goals in life. In essence, I look to determine a rough sketch of who this person truly is and what they wish to accomplish with themselves. But God, I realized, was a vast and enormous being with an infinite past and future. It was nearly impossible for me to ask Him any questions as I was paralyzed with the awe of this dreamy moment.

  Seeing that I was having difficulty in picking a series of questions for this interview, God began by humorously stating that this very situation was why He owned a mini bar; so that those he graced with an interview would not be paralyzed as the alcohol would help them to relax. He then continued by saying that the first thing most people wish to know is why God allows bad things to happen in this world. I suppose that this was a rather standard question to begin with, but something within me seemed to reject it nonetheless. For some reason or another, the answer to this question was so obvious that I could not possibly ask it. Because after all of the articles I have written, I once again realized that the reason bad things happen on this Earth is because of Human Being’s choices. We ourselves are the basis of the reality in which we live, so God was certainly not to blame for the horrors of this world. But then again, He is the one who created this earth and the evil within it. So in one way, this question was an interesting point with which to begin.

  So I told God that since He already knew of one question He could answer, He might as well answer it. God sighed in exhaustion and downed a shot of tequila that he had previously poured at the bar. He then said that this question was extremely repetitive, tiring and insulting. So He began his answer by asking me a question in return. “Who am I?”, God asked me, the great Twisty Ceives. I was a little surprised by His question. Why would God ask me who He was? He clearly knew His own identity. But then I realized that God was not asking me who He was so that I may answer. Instead the question was of the rhetorical variety. He wished to know if I knew who God truly was. This intrigued me greatly because in this question was found the answer to why God allows bad things to happen. The answer is that He does not. But those who do not truly know God’s identity will automatically assume that He is of a negative nature. Those whose own image of God is skewed will automatically assume that God is to blame for the problems of this world. Because of God’s rhetorical question, I recognized the fact that God does not allow bad things to happen but instead we do. Just as we create our own demons, we too create our own problems.

  God and I did not talk anymore after His rhetorical question. In fact, I abruptly awoke at this point and immediately set off to write this article. Meditating upon the revelations I received from my slumber, I began to realize that misunderstood identity is the true reason that this world is in disarray. For in not knowing who we truly are, we will stumble blindly without any understanding as to what we are meant to do. Just as we blame God because we do not truly know Him, we also blame ourselves and others because of a lack of knowledge as to who we truly are. If one were to ponder this, one would realize that the source of disunity is because we are unaware of our own identities. We are often told that we forge our own fate yet we ourselves are oblivious to what that fate actually is. Sometimes we are instructed that destiny is an uncontrollable force that dominates our future, but in other instances we are informed otherwise. These clashing beliefs do not necessarily cause division. But they can cause confusion which can, unfortunately, lead to chaos. However, no matter our beliefs, it is still an undeniable reality that our identity determines our future. And when one is unaware of one’s identity; one’s future will be a shamble. This is why so many endeavor to search for who they are. Many look to find their place in this gigantic universe, yet so many are turned away from this quest.

  “Who are we?” and “Where do we come from?” are the two questions that befuddle us as a Human race. Even though many of us do not know these questions consciously, our inner self pushes nonetheless for the answers for which we so desperately long. Those of us who are aware of these two queries, we are the lucky ones. Or are we? For if our identities are still unknown, how will we know who we are? And if we do not know who we are, then how will our future be determined? We ourselves are the basis of the reality in which we live. But if we ourselves do not know who we are, then the reality in which we live will inevitably reflect this. No wonder the world is so chaotic for we do not even know who we are.

Candidly,
Twisty Ceives (mr. ceives)

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I Interviewed Myself

i-interviewed-myself  I interviewed the Devil just the other day. He is not as formidable as some fear him to be. Despite what so many have claimed, he is actually quite reasonable and composed. Although I knew he was evil, he did not seem as such. He was very gracious in granting me an interview and we talked for what seemed like days although it was most likely a few hours. During my conversation with the Devil, he memorably enlightened me to the fact the he himself had no power of his own but instead only the power of those who feared him. For as he pointedly pointed out; what we intentionally endeavor to fear is what we most certainly will become. He also explained to me that the Devil is merely who we perceive him to be. In this, I realized that the Devil is only an elusive myth to whom we dedicate all darkness. If this is the case, I wondered while I interviewed the Devil, why is it that horrible things happens? Yet after my conversation with the Devil, I came to understand that every evil thing that has struck this world at one point or another has been because of Human choice. For even if we are not directly involved in whatever horrid happening that is taking place, many of us still empower such atrocities with our words and thoughts. As a Human race, we should have already realized that what we declare and announce is the catalyst for our future. After my interview with the Devil, I was convinced that there was no such thing as an evil overlord that controlled all darkness. If this were the case, darkness would not be chaotic. The reason darkness is chaotic is because Human Beings control both the dark and light. We Humans scramble for power in a mad flurry of chaos while not even realizing that we ourselves are the very power we seek.

  Several days after my interview with the Devil, I began to meditate deeply upon the truth that the Devil is merely who we perceive him to be. Thinking through this, it came to mind that we also create our own demons. So, if the Devil is merely who we perceive him to be and we create our own demons, it’s no wonder that this world is such a mess. For we create demons and then perceive their master to be the Devil when, in all truth, we are their master for we created them in the first place. The very demons that haunt us are the very demons which we create by our own thoughts, words and actions. This was a startling revelation for myself, for in an instant of time, I began to view my life’s past, present and future through an entirely different perspective. As I just wrote one hundred and fifty words ago, we ourselves are the very power we seek. And that power may be used however we Humans decide. Even if we decide to create horrific demons that haunt us in our sleep, it is our choice to make. For Humans have been endowed with the unbearable gift of free will. We may choose to do whatever we like in this world.

  However, an interesting query that occurred to me while I meditated on these things was this; if we can create demons, then can we create angels as well? The answer that I have chosen to believe is yes; we can create angels just as we create demons. For example, perhaps a child strives to be kind, delightful and understanding to all yet after a few simple mistakes which are then removed from context, they are continually told that they are indeed the opposite. Someone like myself who is interested in creating angels can encourage a child that he or she is indeed kind, delightful and understanding – for he or she is indeed a little angel. Perhaps a man strives to be great but because of an insignificant family lineage, he is told that he can never accomplish greatness. Someone like myself who is interested in empowering people to become great, honorable leaders in our world can encourage this man to aspire to great feats. Perhaps a young teen strives to be intelligent beyond the normal capacity, but is considered typically egotistical because of average Humans by which he or she is constantly surrounded. Someone like myself who understands this feeling all too well can encourage such a teen to change his or her ways in some areas and teach them how to be understanding towards others; for everyone perceives the world uniquely. Perhaps a teacher wishes to learn but cannot; for no one else is willing to teach. Someone like myself who enjoys teaching could teach the teacher if the teacher were willing to listen. Perhaps a chef wishes to eat but cannot because no one else is willing to cook. Someone like myself who enjoys cooking could cook the chef a good meal. Perhaps a coward wishes to be a hero but cannot for the hero will not empower such a person to take such steps. Someone like myself who could be considered a hero in some ways could empower such a person to take steps towards becoming a braver soul. Perhaps the listener wishes to speak but cannot because no one else is willing to hear. Someone like myself who endeavors to learn new knowledge and information could sit down and hear what this listener has to say. Perhaps a photographer wishes to be part of the family portrait, but cannot because no one else is willing to take the photo. Someone like myself, who should never be seen in photographs as I am quite mysterious, could take the photo. Perhaps a certain writer wishes to devour a magically and deliciously yellow, golden fruit called banana but cannot for his household is lacking in such foods. Someone like myself could run to the store and buy him a bunch of his second favorite fruit so that he may continue to write amazing and wonderful things.

  Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. The world is full of situations which we can change with our own thoughts, words and actions. For those who wish to change the world must first perceive it differently. Because the world is a very beautiful place if it is perceived correctly. As I said before in my previous articles, perspective is the basis of the reality in which we live. So instead of perceiving the world as a dark, grueling place ruled by an evil overlord controlling many demons causing chaos, I will instead perceive the world as a light, enchanting place ruled by whomever chooses to rule it. For we are the masters of our own fate. And as a consequence of this, I will create angels along the way. For we are both the Devil and God in the sense that we are the destroyers and creators of our own lives. It is our choice whether or not we create demons or angels just as it is our own choice whether or not we succeed in life. For the first step in changing the world is perceiving it differently because perspective is the basis of the reality in which we live.
 I suppose that I did not really interview the Devil just the other day. For I just stated that we are both the Devil and God. I suppose the person I truly interviewed was myself. All I had to do to retrieve the many truths I have transferred to you, the Reader, was to search my incomprehensibly extensive self. For engrained into our hearts is the truth we desperately crave. Not only are we the power we seek, we are also the truth we desire. For in the beginning, we were made perfect and in the middle we found ourselves imperfect. But in the end; what shall we be? It is our place to decide.

Candidly,
Twisty Ceives (mr. ceives)

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I Interviewed The Devil

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  I interviewed the Devil just the other day. He is not as formidable as some fear him to be. Despite what so many have claimed, he is actually quite reasonable and composed. His form was simple. He did not wear a slick business suit and certainly was not painted red. Surprisingly, he shocked the cliches by wearing a pair of blue jeans and a red, plaid shirt. Although I knew he was evil, he did not seem as such. From the best of my observations, he seemed just as normal as the average Human Being. He was very gracious in granting me an interview and we talked for what seemed like days although it was most likely a few hours.

  During our conversation, I asked many questions. But, out of all the questions I asked and all the answers I received, there was but one question that he answered that was memorable. I remember every increment of time during his response to my memorable question so vividly. We had been sitting across from each other in an obscure cafe. He was mildly sipping from his cup of tea with his legs crossed in a dainty manner while I jotted down a few ideas he had presented to me previously. Upon finishing, I looked him directly in the eye which I was advised not to do and asked him why he insisted upon destroying the world. He merely put his cup of tea down on the small table that sat between us and cleared his throat as his eyes wandered slightly to the left. Once prepared, he told me that he did not insist upon destroying the world and furthermore claimed that he was not even the Devil. I was shocked at his response. If he was not the Devil, then who had I been interviewing this entire time? However, the continuation of his reply brought my questions into perfect understanding. a-statement-of-ceives-xviiiThe Devil went on to articulate that the Devil was not just one man for the Devil is merely who we perceive him to be. For example, a victim of rape perceives their rapist to be the Devil, do they not? A victim of cruel abuse perceives their abuser to be the Devil, do they not? Even a victim of intense fear perceives the monster that induces such fear to be the Devil, do they not?

  The Devil then explained to me that he was indeed the Devil for he took delight in hurting others. However, he then continued by saying that he need not hurt others when others persist in hurting themselves. He need not destroy the world, for we Humans are already doing a fantastic job of tearing it apart ourselves. And this is where the Devil found irony. He found it truly ironic that we tear down ourselves, others and the world in which we live all because we have become the very things we fear. For what we intentionally endeavor to fear is what we most certainly will become. So the Devil was not just the man that sat before me, but instead is every man and woman who purposely fears the Devil. Why, you may ask? Well, I asked as well. The Devil leaned forward very quietly across the table and lowered his voice accordingly and responded by saying that, in all honesty, he had no power of his own but merely the power of those who feared him. The Devil was nothing more than a figment to which we dedicate all darkness. He was nothing more than an elusive myth operating in the shadows of our own lies which is why he is never seen in the light.

  The interview went on for quite some time after this, but this is the one part of the conversation I had with the Devil that was truly memorable. For here the Devil admitted to me that he has no power of his own but only the power which we give him through our own acts of fear, darkness, hate and despair. The very things we claim to despise are the very things which we will become when we continually focus ourselves on them.

  Afterwards, when the Devil had left in a cloud of black smoke, I sat there in the obscure cafe wondering at all the things the Devil had told me. In my own mind, I began to realize that every evil thing that has struck this world at one point or another has been because of Human choice. For even if we are not directly involved in whatever horrid happening is taking place, many of us still empower such atrocities with our words and thoughts. Shouldn’t we have, as a Human race, already realized that what we say eventually comes to pass? A Statement Of Ceives XVIIWhat we declare and announce is the catalyst for our future. After my interview with the Devil, I am most assured that there is no such thing as an evil overlord that controls all darkness. If this were the case, darkness would not be chaotic. The reason darkness is chaotic is because Human Beings control both the dark and light. Although the Devil found the notion ironic that Humans have become self-defeating creatures, I found the notion ironic that we Humans scramble for power in a mad flurry of chaos while not even realizing that we ourselves are the power we seek. For in the beginning, we were made perfect and in the middle we found ourselves imperfect. But in the end; what shall we be?

Candidly,
Twisty Ceives (mr. ceives)

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An Unusual Deviation

an-unusual-deviationI am random in my actions quite often; or, so it would seem to others who do not know me as well as others might. I am seemingly strange, sometimes insane, eccentric, forgetful, unconventionally imaginative, unorthodox, socially whimsical, wildly humorous, goal oriented, egocentric, overly curious with a tendency to sometimes complicate straightforward understandings. Although these words are a mostly accurate portrayal of myself, the great Twisty Ceives, I must comment on the fact that these words do not reflect my being in wholeness. For I made of more than simple words, you see. I have much more to offer the world than the rendition of myself created by others who do not know me as well as others might. However, it is the sad reality of our modern American behavior to assume that another is something they are not based on the image that others have placed on such a person.

Perhaps a child strives to be kind, delightful and understanding to all yet after a few simple mistakes which are then removed from context, they are continually told that they are indeed the opposite. Perhaps a man strives to be great yet because of an insignificant family lineage, he is told that he can never accomplish greatness. Perhaps a young teen strives to be intelligent beyond the normal capacity, but is considered typically egotistical because of average Humans by which he or she is constantly surrounded. Perhaps a teacher wishes to learn but cannot- for no one else is willing to teach. Perhaps a chef wishes to eat but cannot- for no one else is willing to cook. Perhaps a coward wishes to be a hero but cannot- for the hero will not empower such a person to take such steps. Perhaps the listener wishes to speak but cannot- for no one else is willing to hear. Perhaps a photographer wishes to be part of the family portrait, but cannot- for no one else is willing to take the photo. Perhaps I wish to devour a magically and deliciously yellow, golden fruit called banana but cannot- for my household is lacking in such foods. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. There are so many Humans on this planet who wish to become more yet because of the titles flung upon them by the world in which we live, they simply cannot aspire to extraordinary deeds. They are trapped in what they know to be true. But there is a difference between truth and fact.

According to my 1982 Webster’s New Dictionary which I ordered online via Amazon.com for the purpose of unveiling the fact that our American understanding has been becoming slowly perverted; fact means “that which is done” while truth means “the quality or state of being true”. Therefore, fact indicates that I am egocentric based on my actions while truth implies that I am not truly egocentric; but instead, have another side that is not yet revealed. Just because someone lies does not mean they have now become a liar. Just because someone steals does not mean they have now become a thief. Just because a certain writer forgot to purchase himself a magically and deliciously yellow, golden fruit called banana at the store does not mean he has now become a raging lunatic experiencing withdrawals from his second favorite fruit. The only meaning these examples can give is the fact that certain people commit certain actions that may or may not be a reflection of the truth.

As if this article isn’t already filled with a myriad of illustrations, I shall provide one more in hopes that my argument will, in time, reside within your beliefs. Let us say for a moment that a certain man who is truly genuine and nice to all those around him one day explodes in a fit of furious rage. He not only frightens his family, friends and colleagues but also drives away his best of friends; those he thought would never forsake him. Now, after this happening, the man will indeed begin to question from whence this outburst emanated and might even begin to dispute the truth that he is indeed genuine and nice. Having said that, we must wonder what could have caused this horrid outbreak of anger. For all we know, he simply had a bad night’s sleep or saw someone he wished not to see. While this man questions the truth, fact lays before him declaring that he is cruel, angry and metaphorically heartless. However, the truth of such a matter would be that this man has always shown that he is kind and gentle. Yet, because of one outburst, which is only Human, might I add, this man now questions the obvious and nearly embraces an entirely new identity. Eventually, if this man continues to dwell upon the situation, he will have more frequent outbursts and will, at some point in time, become the monster he always feared becoming. Simply because he dwelt on the fact of his actions and not the truth which resided in his heart, he would become what he truly is not

This parable is a fantastic analogy of the American people. Facts can tell us many things. However, facts can never deduce the heart of a person. Only the truth, and nothing but the truth, can set us free. This is why, in a court setting, witnesses are always made to swear that they will tell the truth and nothing but the truth, so help them, God. For it is the truth that reveals what is concealed, enlightens what is dark and unveils the frenzied lunatics in places high. The truth is the basis for all realities, unless of course we choose to build our own false reality based on a lie. I once said that perspective is the basis of the reality in which we live. So if one chooses to live one’s life by means of the truth, then their reality will automatically reflect this. But, if one chooses to live one’s life by means of lies, than their reality will automatically reflect this as well.

There is a somewhat old statement that is usually used in the setting of humor, but since I am unorthodox, I shall use it in the setting of seriousness. This somewhat old statement is “Do not cloud the issue with facts.” Although this statement is more of an imperative sentence, it will suit my needs nonetheless. In many instances, one can actually cloud an issue with facts. For if one continually bombards oneself and others by that which was done, then oneself and others will ultimately repeat the same mistake at greater lengths. Fact indicates that I am sometimes insensitive to others emotions which can make me look quite cruel and uncaring. Truth, on the other metaphorical hand, indicates that I have a good heart that cares very much for people, but simply has become lost amongst the facts that others who do not know me as well as others might have so hastily cast upon me, clouding my mind.

Whoever you are, reading my article right now, I do not know you. Well, I might, as I know quite a few people, but let us assume that I do not know you. Let us say that we have never met and for I all know, you live on the side of the earth opposite to myself. Nonetheless, I am going to make a bold speculation about you. I speculate that you are an intelligent, amazing, humorous, good hearted, understanding Human Being with no pretentious evil within you. I speculate this because it is true. For every Human Being on this planet has the capability for good just as they do bad. But truth says that you, the Reader of this article, will prevail in the battle against factual evil. Usually I end my articles with some sort of well put query or convicting statement, but for this article, I shall simply say that you, the Reader, have the potential for amazing feats. That is all.

Candidly,
Twisty Ceives (mr. ceives)

 

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The Human Race(ism)

The Human Race(ism)Words are perhaps the most powerful form of communication there is. Actually, now that I muse over this, I realize that they are the only form of communication there is which makes them all the more powerful. In the English language alone, there are around 1,025,109 words that exist while the average American typically uses 20,000 words in their active vocabulary. Out of all these words, there is but one word about which I would like to write. Shockingly, this one word has inspired chaos all over the globe in more than one instance. It is the very scion of hate and is avoided in average articulation yet expressed in modern demeanor regularly. In fact, this word is so controversial that my editor has advised me to handle it with great sensitivity as it is quite a delicate topic. This specific topic happens to be “racism”. According to the “all-knowing” internet, racism is defined as the belief that all members of each race possess characteristics or abilities specific to that race, especially so as to distinguish it as inferior or superior to another race. Screenshot_2016-07-21-20-00-14However, in a 2004 Webster’s New Dictionary, racism is defined as a belief in innate superiority of a particular race causing antagonism towards members of a different race. So, according to 2016’s understanding of racism; racism is nothing to be worried over as it is simply a belief of superiority because of specific characteristics or abilities’ while in 2004, America defined racism as an antagonist belief that entails that a particular race holds innate superiority. After reading these vastly different definitions, we discover that America’s understanding of what racism truly is has become perverse. In my article 1+1=?, I confront this where it concerns history. Apparently, we no longer consider racism as an antagonistic belief. But when looking at the mainstream news media, we realize that this is a huge contradiction to what we actually believe or what we are taught to believe.

Digging further into the evolution of the English language, we find that in a 2000 Webster’s New Pocket Dictionary, racism is defined as a racial discrimination or persecution. Apparently, as the times change, so do our beliefs. Over a period of sixteen years, we as an American people have watered down the actual meaning of what racism truly is. To prove my point even further, I have gone as far as to order a 1982 Webster’s New World Dictionary from Amazon.com (which is why this article is so long overdue) so that I could reveal just how tainted our understanding of this perverse religion called racism has become.

After waiting for a solid two weeks to receive my 1982 dictionary, I found the most satisfying definition for “racism” that I could ever hope to find. According to the newest possession in my wonderful literary collection, racism is defined as a doctrine or teaching, without scientific support, that claims to find racial differences in character, intelligence, etc., that asserts the superiority of one race over another or others, and that seeks to maintain the supposed purity of a race or the races. There you have it; racism, according to 1982’s modern vernacular, is the act of raising oneself higher than another: for one feels he or she is more important because of the distinctive biological pigmentation of one’s skin which somehow affects one’s character, intelligence, etc. This mentality is perverse on every level imaginable. Why should the color of one’s skin effect one’s capability or potential? It should not, however, this belief system has IMG_20160820_201350begun to taint every facet of American society so much that it casts us into disarray. Because of the slow steadiness of change, we have slowly allowed ourselves to believe something entirely different than what we originally intended as Americans. And although it is true that when the founding forefathers claimed that all men were created equal they did not truly mean all men but instead meant those who were male, white and of the same basic beliefs; it is intriguing to me that these are the words which we choose to hold high as a banner when clamoring for more rights. Once again it is shown that we have allowed ourselves to become part of the feeding frenzy of supposed democracy.

All men, women and children were created equal no matter their status, race or belief; this is true. So why is it that we must take a side when arguing a debate that does nothing but separate us one from another? The whole purpose of racism is to divide us, as an American people, into multiple sides. To quote a statement from a supposedly great man; a house divided against itself cannot stand. So when we are divided against one another in a terrible argument of status; we have truly degraded ourselves by choosing to participate in such an obviously pointless fight. Racism is merely a religious belief based off of pride and bitterness that holds no type of evidence whatsoever. Yet on both sides, we feed it like the ravenous monster it is.

Something that intrigues me very much when viewing the Black Lives Matter movement from afar is that, through means of oppression upon those of different color, they press forward for more rights and special privileges while holding up high the fact that they are supposed to become equal with those they seek to suppress. Yet, how can they be equal when they are above? I purposely take no side in racism; for to participate in it, is to empower it. In an interview, the famous Morgan Freeman, who is a black man, was once asked how racism could be eliminated. His answer was startlingly simple; stop talking about it. Although he is simply an actor, his words are profound. The way to stop racism is to stop empowering it. And to stop empowering it, we must stop feeding it with our words.

Words are perhaps the most powerful form of communication there is. Actually, now that I muse over this, I realize that they are the only form of communication there is which makes them all the more powerful. In the English language alone, they are around 1,025,109 words that exist while the average American typically uses 20,000 words in their active vocabulary. Out of all these words, we choose to elevate the negative articulations. We bombard ourselves with the hateful side of our vocabulary as we spew forth the anger of the heart. Racism is not an issue; hate is an issue. Our perverted hearts are an issue. For out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks. And our hearts have been becoming perverted for a very long time through more ways than I wish to count.

Our American heritage is stained red in more than one thousand ways. We have fought through so much to overcome what seems like so little. Yet, there are still so many battles being fought that simply do not need our attention. They are pointless and time-consuming. They suck away the very essence of who we are as Americans. Although I disagree with racial discrimination movements greatly, I must admire the fact that on every side of the twisted, metaphorical game of life, there are those who fight for a better future. But they fight in the wrong ways and for the wrong causes. Take a moment, if you will, and imagine what would happen if we as an American people, set the standard, and united for the greater good. Chaos spreads across the earth like weeds in a farm and the only way to eliminate weeds is to pull them completely from existence. If we wish to become a unified Human Race, we must completely pull the schism from our lives that tears us apart so profusely and chokes us to death as weeds choke a beautiful flower. In other words, we must put down our pride and admit that there is so much more to fight for together than apart. For united we stand and separated we fall.

Candidly,
Twisty Ceives (mr. ceives)