Immature – Foreknowledge – A Reflection

These little reflections Immature and Foreknowledge were authored by Akiane kramarik between the ages of 7-11 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Six Page 256 – “You will need your own copy of this book to view the full text of this poem.  I limit quotes for the purpose of discussion and to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes.”

The featured image I choose for this reflection is yours truly from my recent silent interpretative dance section that I shared on you tube…I will share that at the end of this reflection…In Immature Akiane writes…”Many mortals are too immature for true visions”…Leaving out a portion of that reflection…To build the mystery that is Akiane Kramarik and to encourage my readers to purchase your own copy of Akiane’s amazing book of prose online…Also, to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes for purposes of this review which is in the form of a series of reflections…In Foreknowledge Akiane writes…”Foreknowledge comes with the crumpled up instructions”…I would agree with what Akiane says when she writes at such a tender young age great wisdom beyond her years and beyond my years and I am forty eight years old…Tis true that “Many mortals are too immature for true visions”…I would agree because I myself am a mere mortal and I know that I am too immature myself for true visions…I am the first to admit this…All the same I insist on living the dream not only the American dream the dream of all Nations to live free and in the wild shall we say…Here is a trivial pursuit question…I intend to exercise my nineteenth amendment right a right fought for by tooth and by nail by fearless others who went before me?…Can you guess what my nineteenth amendment right is?…For those of you who live and breath governmental law and military law and civil rights why that is a no brainer…Yet for many of us myself included we often need to pause and have a think about how curious it is that our fourteenth amendment rights have been torn to shreds and the fourth and fifth amendments are often misused and abused yet other amendments like the nineteenth amendment is alive and well and I intend to exercise my nineteenth amendment right…That is the right for women to vote fought for tooth and nail by hook and by crook by strong women who were not too immature for true visions…The true vision of obtaining the right for women to vote…After all women have brains too we have much to offer our fallen world…God forbid women have opinions or speak their minds because for many men and women alike a woman who speaks her mind is often systemically and categorically silenced the same is true of men to be fair…This is a universal problem not limited to just women…Though sad to say women’s brilliance is often silenced more forcefully than the brilliance of men…You know in one of my blog posts I shared a photograph of my visit with my son to Mount Rushmore in South Dakota…Mount Rushmore is where those who pass their citizen tests often visit to celebrate becoming citizens of America…My parents made sure that I became a US citizen as soon as I was born…Tis true I was born in Ireland and God bless Ireland my own beloved homeland…My parents were both US and Irish Citizens and my parents ensured that through the USA Embassy in Ireland that all eight of their children were afforded dual Citizenship of both Nations…I embrace and keep both Citizenship’s to this day…I have both my Irish and USA passports current and up to the minute including an early renewal of my USA passport during my time in Ireland due to my own dramatic weight loss which changed my appearance so dramatically that going through customs took more time…So with the help of the USA embassy in Dublin I renewed my USA passport early…I was in and out of there in record time because I dot my i’s and cross my t’s let me tell you…I am very thorough…My son also has both passports current and up to the minute…I am giving my son an inheritance my parents gave to me…An inheritance you cannot put a monetary price on that is the inheritance of two Nations…Ireland and America…My son was born in America so he is automatically a natural USA citizen…Because I was born in Ireland I remain an Irish Citizen as well as a USA Citizen…It was through paternity being an Irish mother that I was able to obtain Irish Citizenship for my son…I am glad that I was able to visit Mount Rushmore which is a symbol of America though not a perfect symbol for many reasons…All the same I appreciate and love that America has welcomed with open arms many from all over the globe other nations to begin new lives on American soil…It is with profound gratitude respect and love for America the American dream that I state this…My now elderly mum and I do not agree on many things including who to vote for in politics…All the same I am so glad that mum has the right to vote and that my amazing mum has volunteered at the voting polls locally where she lives every year for many years…In America the land of the free we can live and let live and no we do not have to agree on many things…However, I will always love my now elderly mother and something my mother may not know about me her feisty daughter is this…I would take a bullet for my mother in the sense that if in my presence I witnessed that my mother was in danger of harm…I would take a bullet for that woman…God love her and God bless my mother…That woman put up with my colicky tears as a newborn baby and my many temper tantrums among other things as a sickly child and sickly weak daughter…I was always very physically weak growing up…My mother took many a bullet for me her daughter from the moment of my conception through the day of my birth a birth that was premature and required incubation for me her tiny first little girl…My mother doted on me as a new baby…I remember my mother kissing my forehead and my cheeks and teaching me my prayers…My Our Father and my Hail Mary…My mum used to smoke cigarettes and for years mum was a chain smoker…I recall that mum’s breath smelled horrible from stale cigarette smoke and tea…All the same I remember the love behind the putrid breath of my stressed out very busy Irish mammy who refused to touch a drop of alcohol…The love in my mother’s heart was beautiful and my mother was always very lovely in appearance…My mother quit her smoking habit years ago in an act of iron will my mother decided she had enough of paying too much for her cigarettes so she up and quit smoking…Something my mother may not know about me her feisty daughter…Is this…I admire my mother for her heroic strength a strength rarely witnessed these days…Gosh I do not have my own mother’s strength…I am weak and small not much at all and my mother and my father may he rest in peace will always be my true heroine and heroes…It took years for me to learn to appreciate my parents…It took me becoming a parent myself to learn how awesome a responsibility parenting truly is…Through my own parenting journey which was not without its struggles…I learned to appreciate my parents more and more…Becoming a parent humbled me greatly and brought me too my knees…Because for the first time in my life I was now responsible for the care well being and safety of my tiny baby boy…For the first time I was vulnerable in that I could not leave my child unattended and yes I would take a bullet for my baby boy who is now twelve years old and is taller than me his feisty mum…Tis true I lack the maturity for true vision I own this all the same I refuse to give up on my dream which is to live the dream to the best of my ability…I do not lack imagination and as such I use imagination to entertain others and to give many hearty belly laughs along the way…I know I am weak and infirm and not strong and really not much at all…I know I do not have the strength of my own mother who birthed and raised eight children…In Foreknowledge Akiane writes how “with the crumpled up instructions”…”Foreknowledge comes”…To me the reader of Akiane’s reflection and author of this review in the form of a series of reflections…Instructions do serve many a useful purpose and lets face it surgeons better know their stuff from years of careful instruction in doctoring or that patient is in trouble…However, there are times when instructions can be futile and are best crumpled up so as to trust your own instinct and leadership abilities when faced with adversity…Battles in various forms are an example of how in times of strife instructions can often fail us…As I write I am listening to the Republican Convention and the clapping and the chanting of four more years…You know I did not vote for former President Obama yet as he served as President of America for a total of eight years…I admired President Obama’s oratory abilities and his willingness to admit areas the administration failed the average American…Also, I would be hard pressed to believe that former President Obama who poured a lot of time and effort into Obama Care and who wrote the book the Audacity of Hope which inspired my wee song titled Audacious…I have yet to read the Audacity of Hope it is a book I intend to purchase and read…Though I did not vote for former President Obama it dawns on me as it has already dawned on many Americans that regardless of party line or who is in office…Our President’s do not have the power we would like to think they have…I am unashamed to say that I will vote for President Trump again and I know by saying this that many will call me crazy…My reply is this…Ah go on…Sure I have been called much worse…Sure I know I am crazy I’ma good kinda crazy…I would take a bullet for others in danger…Sure the whole world has gone bat shit crazy…I say if ya cannot beat em then why not join em just do not join the dark side is what I say…Ya know many love to call President Trump crazy I would agree that President Trump acts crazy at times…I tell you what I admire the strength that I see in President Trump…President Trump is a strong man a strength I admire and wish I had ounce of…President Trump is mentally tough and has had to withstand many a shit storm of hate speech…To be fair so has former President Obama and all of our USA Presidents who went before us…I do not envy the task of Presidency a task few are fit to fulfill…I know I could not handle being a President for a week…I admire President Trump’s work ethic he works his ass off so did former President Obama…No president ever gets much rest no world leader ever gets much rest…President Trump had to withstand his speech being ripped up behind his back by an angry woman who in that moment of what I call in my humble opinion as an artist – high treason – lost the respect of many American citizens and who forgot that she has now placed herself in the history books as a woman who was out of control in that moment…Regardless of party line our President deserves respect…I for one am sick and tired of all the negativity in the media that is hell bent on dividing and conquering this great nation that is America…As a people I say this let us all show the world how great America truly is by being kind to our loved ones at home and to our neighbors too…President Trump is unafraid to be “unconventional” and to speak his mind which I find refreshing and so what if President Trump appears wrong in the eyes of many…I would like to see America rise above the shit storm that these riots in the streets truly are so as to let our own small lights shine to help one another locally in real ways…What makes America great and not just America Ireland and other nations great…Is the love of our families and our neighbors by being kind to others…Kindness does not cost money…Kindness is free of charge and being kind sets us free in times of adversity…I dedicate this reflection to President Trump whom I will vote for by exercising my nineteenth amendment right as a woman thanks to the fearless suffrage movement…Sadly politics which I really do not understand often divides and conquers families…My mum will likely vote for the democratic party…That is my mum’s right as a woman who votes…I do not let party lines diminish or change my eternal love for my own feisty strong Irish mammy…My mum raised me well and I am my own person unafraid to speak my mind…I also dedicate this reflection to my own feisty Irish mammy who showed the world by her own example of fearlessly birthing eight children I am her numba five…That though mum is a democrat my mum values human life for by her own heroic example my mother never denied any of her own children the God given inalienable right to life…Many democrats are very pro life like my mum…I state this because sadly many love to use party lines as reasons to hate and foment hatred…I refuse to do this because I know many democrats who are very pro life…What we need to realize is this…Our Presidents do not have the power we would like to believe they have…I shared on my blog my own expression of what I would do if I were President of America…The reality of the scope of ability of our Presidents to effect change is very different and limited sad to say…Regardless of party line I have observed that abortion was not abolished in America which is tragic and is an example of the imbalance of power that is cruel and merciless in nature and tis cruel and merciless powers behind the machination of evil that abortion truly is…My own feisty Irish mammy would agree that abortion is pure evil…My mother instilled in me my pro life values not by cheap words or rhetoric or cheap talk…My mother instilled in me my staunch pro life values by her own fearless example of birthing eight children…My father the same…Parents teach by example not by words…I would like to say thank you to my own feisty Irish mammy for teaching me by her heroic example the pro life values that I hold dear…Thank you mum you raised me well…I want to share a part of my story with my readers a part of my own frail humanity…………

Stress can kill

In recent days I was shedding a lot of tears because as I let go of my painful past I am sorrowful about many things…Consequently I shed real tears…I am an empath and very sensitive so I cry about everything anyway…I am one who cries at the movies…This morning I was feeling very ill very weak and I felt like I was going to pass out…Feeling very concerned I decided to go to the emergency room because I had just completed a medication that I had to take for three months in total called Terbinafine…Terbinafine is processed through the liver so it is very important not to consume alcohol while on that medicine and to eat right…Well two weeks ago I had muscle cramps that left bruising on my legs from that Terbinafine…Though I discontinued that medication a few weeks ago…I have been experiencing increased lethargy and feeling exhausted…My exhaustion is spiritual and emotional in nature due to many tears that I have been shedding lately…All the same…I decided to be seen to rule out any possibility that my vital organs could be adversely affected…I gave my twelve year old son specific instructions and because I do not drive and was so very weak…I did call the non emergency dispatch number and requested an ambulance…The first responders were very kind firefighters who happened to be close to my home and took my call…My vitals checked out ok and they agreed to take me in to be seen to rule out other complications…The kindness that the first responders showed me in that ambulance was exemplary…My son was fine at home as he was logged in and busy taking his virtual home schooling coursework…What moved me about my ordeal earlier today is this…I am not used to people being genuinely kind…Sad to say I am not used to genuine kindness…For years all I got was hatred and abuse both directly and indirectly via hate speech crimes done behind my back by many a false friend…Prior to being seen I asked my twelve year old son to please pray for me…His mum…That I know my son is not convinced there is a God or that a God exists…All the same I asked my son to pray for me his praying mum…Though I am no longer a participant in organized religion of any kind…I most certainly do pray every day of my life…I am a huge supporter of our second amendment rights to keep and bear arms which includes gun toting Priests and Pastors who are unafraid to defend their flocks from those who dare to enter any church of any kind to do harm to the holy innocents who go there to pray…Some may try to accuse me of hating organized religion…No sir and no ma’am I do not hate organized religion I do however hate crimes done by those who enter organized religions around the world to access men women and children for harm…That I hate with a fiery passion which is why I am a huge supporter of our second amendment rights to keep and bear arms…My son agreed to pray over mum and this is the prayer my son said over me his grieving sad mum…”God I do not know if you exist or if you are real but my mum is sick and she does not understand why she is sick…God can you help mum to get well because my mum does her best to be a good person…Something many do not understand or care to know”…My son told me that should others need to care for my son should I become very sick that he will staunchly defend my good name as his devoted mother because my son sees by my example that I put my son and others before me on a regular basis…Sadly, and I am not alone in this saying…Many good things I do go unnoticed and few ever truly appreciated me…My son appreciates me his mum and I am eternally grateful for this…On my way to the ambulance a maintenance worker who works hard to keep this property safe and nice…Asked me if I was ok…I thought that was kind and I replied I sure hope so…The ambulatory workers were very kind and the staff in the emergency room were also wonderfully kind…The doctor was kind and listened to my concerns and agreed to check my liver and addressed all my concerns in a very caring manner…My blood work came back pristine the doctor said everything looks perfect and I signed consent for my regular doctor to receive my work up…I have a good doctor now but it is hard to get in to see her quickly…Through the kindness of others I was able to get a ride home from a kind taxi company that allows me to pay once a month for their service…I pay every month and I always tip the driver because I appreciate them…It is because I appreciate local businesses that I am treated well with kind consideration that is rare but not impossible to find…In Ireland I was blessed to be well taken care of by a number of kind and patient taxi drivers who allowed me to pay up later in the month…There are many good people in the world and good people are not hard to find though the media frenzy would rather have us believe otherwise…Upon my return home I had some treats to give my wonderful son…I also provided positive feedback to management here about how kind maintenance have been and the marked improvement I witnessed in one of those workers who had a history of being very rude in the past but whose behavior towards me has greatly improved…I asked the manager to inform the kind worker that I am ok…I received a very positive appreciative response to that feedback…Being kind is free of charge and does not cost much money…I discovered that my anxiety levels are high these days…I am not afraid to share with the world my own frail humanity for it is through our infirmities that we can help others and be strong in our own small ways…Stress can kill and I sincerely do believe that stress added to my anxiety…Stress intolerance is part of my special needs and condition…I must take things very easy at times…By the grace of God my blood work is pristine…To all the healthcare workers and first responders who showed me great kindness not just earlier today but over the years during my years in New York and South Dakota my time in Ireland and now in Texas I cannot thank you enough…You are angels put on earth to help the little people like me during our times of distress…There is no shame in being small and needing help from time to time…As the republican convention ends I listen to the music at the end…Long Island Tenor Christopher Macchio does a great job of singing a popular song in Ireland and around the world called Alleluia…Now Christopher Macchio is singing Ave Maria and I am elevated towards Heaven…For I love Mary whom I call Mystical Mary…I will share Christopher Maccio’s wonderful voice on my blog for the Ave Maria song…Sorry I cannot find the Alleluia song sung by Christopher Macchio…Pentatonix is another group of singers who do an excellent job of that Alleluia song…I will share their version on my blog…And now Christopher Macchio really shines singing America the Beautiful…Once more I fall in love with America the beautiful…Regardless of party line let us all unite in singing the Ave Maria for America and the world…Kindly pray for me too that I will learn how to handle stress better…I do not deal with stress well…I will pray for all of you and your concerns as well…Let us all pray for one another and look past party lines to make America Great Again…Heaven help us all…Heaven help America and the world and I say yes to four more years with President Trump…Sadly the better choice was likely aborted since we have sixty million boys and girls in America alone destroyed by vile abortion laws…

…………Namaste…………

…………Silent Interpretative Dance – I am listening to music through my ear buds – Enlarge to see all of my crazy dance moves…………
Hallelujah – By Pentatonix