After newly a year of closure because of litigation I decided to reopen the blog since freedom of speech has no tolerance for censorship.
“There is never a shortage anywhere of lawyers eager to attack the First Amendment, as though it were nothing more than a clause in a lease from a crooked slumlord.” ~Kurt Vonnegut
I closed the blog due to ongoing litigation. I have more active litigation now, than I did then. Most trial lawyers recommend a run silent, run deep social media mode once litigation is started. The reason is your opponent’s lawyers and insurance people will scrutinize your social media accounts so that they can find anything that you say and use it against you. Let them. I stand my ground. I was born with inalienable rights that no power can take away.
I wanted peace. I offered peace from the beginning. I gave them many chances for peace. They wanted war. Then so be it. It is war they shall have. I will give them a war they cannot win.
I was born under God, in a free nation that is symbolic for its unalienable rights carved into its constitution and documents of creed that provide the framework for the basic laws that govern all its citizens and the people of the world.
I was not born under the red flag with the yellow hammer and sickle that announces Communist-Marxism, nor will I bow down to it. Or, any other symbol of tyranny and oppression.
“…Man did not enter into society to become worst than he was before, nor to have fewer rights than he had before, but to have those rights better secured. His natural rights are the foundation of all his civil rights.” –Thomas Paine, The Rights of Man
“I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.” –Euripides
Shhhhh! Keep the secret!
Our first orthonym-published eBooks will be our inauguration editions. The first released is a nonfiction book from the Clifford G. Harrison DIY Freedom & Independence Library™ entitled Secret Weapons to the DIY Bedbug, Cockroach, Super Lice and General Insect Eradication Systems Book 3. It is the Ultra-Abridged Edition. It is Book 3 in the Revolutionary Eradication Systems (RES) Series. The series revolutionizes insect extermination with safe, effective, efficient and unique harmonizing weapons systems.
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Today, I Educate the Teachers, the Editors, the Grammarians and the Grammarists and all those with Lexicons
Nobody seems to know what the word orthonym means. It means; when a writer uses a pen name or pseudonym and then he writes under his real name, he is writing under his orthonym. The real name of a person who uses a pseudonym is an orthonym. J.K. Rowling is the orthonym of Robert Galbraith. Washington Irving is the orthonym of Jonathan Oldstyle; Rip Van Winkle and The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, (even though the author is past tense, his work is still in the present tense), Stephen King is the orthonym of Richard Bachman. It’s great to learn something new, isn’t it? Books and reading teach you that!
As we enter a forever more turbulent world, encountering the evil forces that destroys our peace, we must find alternatives for a sanctuary.
An overload of negative news, division, war, hatred and disgusting abuses of other human beings, dilution of diversity, an increase in uniformity, a loss of individualism and a rise in conformity, failed leadership and aspirations, a delusion of the American Dream, of our dreams, of Freedom & Independence, we must seek the tranquility of solitude, the serenity of imagination, to create a world in the depth of our mind that as creators of imaginary worlds and imaginary friends
The amity of life in the distant dimension of the mind, one’s own field of creativity, the fertile cells that stimulate worth add purpose. Somewhere in the depth of that vast cerebrum so small, yet filled with more creativity than all the universe, are the solutions to every problem in the cosmos. Stuffed inside that little object that is your brain is vast storage systems as intense as the solar system, yet so slightly tapped. Not even an iota of its volume has been mined. Only you can mine your own mind.
Tapping deep into the imagination, tooling the lexical components of language, a writer creates his or her own composition like a musician assembles notes, beats, meters, keys, dynamics, harmony, melody, rhythm and whole bunch of other stuff that makes the final creation pleasant for us to listen to. I don’t know about you, but I rely on music heavily during my periods of writing. Music gives me mood, and launches the spaceship of creativity and opens the frontiers of imagination into distant dimensions. Dimensions that only the mind’s eye can see and the inner voice can speak. It’s the place where some souls think we are foolish or dreamers and unproductive to their standards or worst, insane, but they are kind and sometimes keep their opinions to themselves, locked away from their voice box. Ah, but as writers, we all understand exactly what other writers are going through, what they try to convey when they speak of writers’ life. It’s a mystery no wise detective has yet solved on why we do it, what motivates us and exactly where we get our ideas from. Our ideas rain down upon us and turns our minds into the plush, lush, fields of soft green meadows with bunny rabbits hopping when not nibbling on yummy clover, butterflies floating effortlessly above or at night, the lightning bugs under the moon, and imaginary friends dotting the landscape to paint the picture we transfer into words. Stories.
Every movie has a soundtrack and most writers write as if a movie is playing in their head and they try to capture those butterflies of ideas and translate them into words. Harder than it is imagined. At least in the smooth movie-flow.
There are an unlimited number of mediating music videos you can listen to on YouTube. You can select other music as well, if it helps you in your creative writing. Many of the mediation videos are 3 hours long and then there are those mixes that are even longer providing nonstop music. Plenty more than you’ll ever need to get yourself in the writing and creative mood, to get your literary juices flowing.
The elements of writing is the same, yet different for each of us who hold a pen as the most valuable tool in the world and paper our greatest treasure. Sure, in this modern world we use computers and word processors, and all the technology that advanced life can supply us, but we all share that high-quality time once in a while with the good old-fashion pen and paper. It makes us feel… well, alive and creative. Some do and some don’t. There are dreamers and there are doers. But it doesn’t really matter. We strive to make today better than yesterday and no one, but no one is going to read this until it if picture perfect. Some of us can write a darn good book in a month, others take a lifetime before they finish their project. Some never see their project through. No one ever reads its but them. We ask ourselves, why is something so easy, so hard? Why does it take so long to get it right? Maybe that answer is locked deep in the mind where the wilderness journey takes us on those moments of adventure with our imaginary friends. Maybe there is a sliver of remedy in an iota of mindset that we walked past a dozen, maybe a hundred times and never once saw it before. We have to look. Search deeper. The cerebrum journey where ideas and creativity are buried like treasure waiting to be discovered. It’s so near, yet so distant. It is like being on the moon, yet being at the farthest distant of the galaxy. It is within your reach. Just put on your cerebrum spacesuit and travel where only you can go, where no other human being can journey.
The gatekeeper of ideas and creativity is between your ears. Listen to meditation music while emptying your mind of disturbing thoughts, interrupting communications and negative visions that take you away from creativity and replace those negatives with a creativity-tapping mediation of deep mind exploration and harvesting.
Solitude. Atmosphere of your environment. A good pair of headphones. Mediation music. Maybe even a glass of your favorite wine. Your pen and paper, or word processor while you type like a pianist and create the melody of your words and lexicon that you structure into a language that become literature.
It is there that a writer walks through the deep forest of his or her own mind and ventures through a virgin wilderness of untapped discoveries to harvest the precious ideas of an imaginary world that one day might become reality. The journey beyond the boundaries of common sanity, the place only other writers can understand the description made by a fellow lexicologist in his work of expanding lexicons.
The crafter of words, the blending of language, linguistics and labor of lexicologists, lexicons and literature, the art of craft.
When the author provides the lexicographer with more words to add to his dictionary an accomplished writer is finished, the project complete.
Let music help turn your words into a melody.
Image of brain from: wikipedia.org/wiki/Brain
WE ARE AMERICANS
When America Had Leadership
A Rendezvous with Destiny
On 8 November 2016, Vote for leadership or vote for failure
“Don’t be afraid of being outnumbered. Eagles fly alone. Pigeons flock together.” ~Anonymous
At 6:06 PM today on 8 August 2016, a beer, a pizza, a prayer and a celebration for the two-year anniversary for the sweet taste of victory.
To the grace. To the happiness. To the love that she’s found. Her bae. To the freedom and independence she possesses. Not only did she earn it, it was stolen from her the moment she was born a girl in a dark world of patriarchy. To the pursuit of life, liberty and happiness. To the Guardian Angels whose wings forever shadow upon the wings of the great Eagles she now soars with….
Today was the day, today is the day, of the hour of “Touch down in Vegas!” 6:06 PM. Today, we celebrate the two-year anniversary of the 8 August 2014 touch down to freedom and independence. Upon that hour, two years ago, the Eagle had landed. From there, she soared into the skies of freedom and independence. A day and the hour that will live in gracefulness in my memory for all of eternity. The moment that marks the end of a long journey. The hour of a new beginning. America, the land of the free, home of the brave. Now we continue to focus on breaking the chains of other sisters that are restrained by the patriarchal hands of evil….
As I have said before, “Freedom comes to those who preserve and prevail in a steadfast manner without ceasing a single moment, until the restrains of slavery are broken and the chains fall free.” Your restrains of slavery have been broken, Justine, the Free One, and your chains have fallen free. Prosper, the fourth P that follows the three Ps of success. ENJOY!
Happy Anniversary Free One
You know who you are… one day the world will, too.
At 6:06 P.M. one year ago today, you touched down on the soil of your new home, free and independent from the tyranny and suppression you escaped from when the chains of your bondage were broken… forever.
You are home now. Home, in America.
You are my admired one. Always will be. Until I draw my last breath. I’m so proud of you.
You’ve demonstrated unbroken courage, relentless work ethics and unshakable will that I have seldom witness in my long life.
Your talent, your creativity and your literary art is beyond description. I just know in my heart you are the making of something powerfully great. You just have to be patient, practice and persevere. You’ll arrive at your destiny and shine like an eternal flame in the dark. Your light will be a beacon for those lost in darkness to follow. A flashlight that illuminates a path out of darkness. I promise. Just keep working it.
Your turbulence never ceased, everyday, every hour has been a continued struggle. Your journey has not been without obstacles, tears or broken heart, yet your drive is unswayable, your resolve untamable; and many are the days and hours that are troubling for you, yes, I know, but you are free. FREE! You are independent. You are in America. Your ankles are unshackled. Your chains are broken and no longer are you held in bondage or fear the same as that darkness you escaped from. You are free and independent in a nation that is
free and independent. You are in a world that is not perfect nor pure, and our nation is not without its own dark side, its faults, but we are a people who for the most part will fight to the death for our freedom and independence–and yours, too–and we will fight to the death against those barbarians who you are now free from. That dark corner of the world will never leave your memory, there are fond memories of home and loved ones attached, but it is a distant land and you now have new hope, new opportunity and new rewards. New adventures. New roads to journey down. New mountains to climb. New people to meet and new places to go and new things to do. You are liberated. And there is no greater taste in all the world than the sweet taste of victory and liberating.
Yes, there will be challenges and defeats and trying times ahead that will seem to never end, but the taste of victory is the sweetest thing you shall ever taste, and make it all worth it. Improvise and hold fast and steady to your resolve for you are strong, much stronger than many I know. I know you can do it. Never give up. Never forsake your dream. Never quit. Never cease your strong will. For your character and personality is of such that champions are made of. I know, I used to walk beside them once. Your composition is what makes you great. One day it will all come together for you and you’ll understand what you went through is what you had to in order to be the better person who lived the fullest life, a life worth living. You can do it, now forge on. Be proud.
May peace and prosperity be the rewards of your life’s struggles. May you receive every thing you hope and dream for. Know, my precious one, that although you are some times sad, that when things don’t go just right, there is a reason. That reason is because those “things” don’t belong in your life, as much as you want them to be, and they are rejected by the powerful One. They are rejected for a reason, to make room for the better things to come. And they will come. And when they do, you’ll rejoice.
My long-lasting friend, forever may God’s best guardian angels look after you and protect you.
I will always love you…
May the wings of our friendship never lose a feather…