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Sunday, March 25, 2012

A Fateful Drive

Written By:
AJ Manetta

Along a stretch of the highway that few traveled, a lone set of headlights pierced the darkness. The driver, a girl who appeared to be in her late teens, drove calmly across the quiet and dark stretch of road. Every so often, she’d check her rearview and vanity mirrors to see if anyone was coming up behind her. Behind her head of shoulder-length, golden amber hair was only darkness. She was a cautious type, always checking for something amiss in almost everything she did. Considering this, it was only natural for her to check for anyone else on the road.

‘Just another quiet drive home from school,’ she thought. At least, that was until he appeared. Along the stretch of the road that was just coming into view, she could see a young man, possibly in his late teens, standing on the gravel with his arm out and right thumb erect. It didn’t take much thought for her to realize that the boy was a hitchhiker.

Normally, she wouldn’t have stopped for the boy, being the cautious type she was. However, there was something off about the boy that made her humane side plead with her to stop. That something was the small fact that the boy was clearly not dressed to be in this type of weather! This cold December night had temperatures of about 10 degrees and the boy was wearing only a pair of jeans and a sweater. No winter coat, no scarf, no gloves nor any other extra garment of clothing could be seen on him. He didn’t even have any bags with him. With her humanity winning out over caution, she slowed upon her approach and stopped directly next to the boy. Without the boy moving yet, she lowered her window.

“Hi!” The boy greeted her in a happy tone. From what the girl could see, his fiery red hair had frosted over some. There were little strands of frost lining his hair. He had obviously been standing there for quite some time.

“What in the world are you doing?” She asked him.

“Hitchhiking,” the boy simply replied as he looked into her bright green eyes. “Just trying to get home, really. I miss my friends and family.” She gazed into his chocolate brown eyes, trying desperately to find any hint of malicious intent. She found none.

“Get in, I’ll give you a lift,” she said after a quick sigh. The boy, to her amazement, hesitated, giving the front and back doors a glance.

“Do you want me to get in back?” He innocently asked. “I know some people get nervous if they have someone sitting next to them.” Now it was the girl’s turn to hesitate. Did he seriously just ask her where she’d prefer he sat? He did, didn’t he?

“You can sit up front,” she said, completely blindsided by the innocent question. With a friendly smile that threatened to split his face in two, the boy entered the car and sat in the front seat.

“I’m Martin, by the way,” Martin said. “Martin Sulli.” He extended his hand in a friendly gesture.

“I’m Emily, Emily Watson,” she replied. She shook his hand to complete the friendly greeting. She recoiled slightly when she discovered his touch to be as cold as ice.

“Sorry about that,” Martin apologized. “With the weather and all I guess my hands must be pretty cold.

“It’s fine,” Emily waved off his apology. “I should’ve expected as much.” After a small smile shared between the two, Emily drove off, back onto the long stretch of road.

“So what brings you all the way out here?” Martin asked. “Not many people take this road after all.”

“You first,” Emily hesitantly replied. She gazed over to Martin, expecting him to be frowning or look annoyed at her reluctance to divulge information. Instead, she found him still smiling, as if her hesitation didn’t bother him in the slightest.

“Well, I told you I wanted to see my friends and family. I’m on my way back from the city, actually.”

“What were you doing there?” She questioned. She quickly averted her eyes to watch the road completely. In truth, she became worried that he may become suspicious or something of that nature toward her because of her questions.

“I went there for a job,” he responded without missing a beat. “I want to be a reporter when I get out of school and I figured that an internship for a big newspaper company reporter would be a pretty good place to start.” Emily was surprised. He was very forthcoming with his information and he didn’t mind sharing it in the slightest. She began to feel a little bad that he’s sharing all of this with her and she shared nothing in return. At no point did she ever consider what he was telling her was a lie. She couldn’t. For whatever reason, Emily knew what Martin was telling her was the truth.

“That’s a good career to choose,” Emily said. “But I hope you’ll be reporting the truth.”

“Nothing but,” Martin commented. After a short silence Emily found the courage, or maybe it was courtesy, to talk to Martin about herself.

“I’m going home from school, actually.” Martin looked to her, a soft smile still present on his face. “It’s winter break and I want to get home to see my family. I decided to take this road since I figured it would be a peaceful drive.”

“Sorry about that,” Martin apologized.

“Sorry for what?” Emily questioned.

“I ruined your peaceful drive,” he said.

“Don’t worry about it,” she replied. Emily gave him a small smile. “If anything, you’re making this drive more pleasant. It’s nice to have someone to talk to.” Martin blinked as a small amount of blush formed on his cheeks. He chuckled sheepishly.

“What do you want to do when you get out of school?” Martin asked.

“I’m taking classes to be a novelist. So I guess we have the same major.”

“That’s a good choice too. Better than mine,” he laughed. Emily giggled as well. The two continued to talk for some time, sharing dreams and the like, if only to pass the time until either Emily reached the end of her path or Martin asked her to stop. Emily glanced up at her vanity mirror and gasped. Behind her car was a police cruiser, and its lights were flashing. Emily pulled over, turned on her interior lights and buried her head into the steering wheel.

“I am in so much trouble,” Emily groaned.

“Why?” Martin queried.

“I just got my license. I’m not legally able to drive with a non-family passenger.” Martin looked into the vanity mirror in time to see the officer leave the car. He smiled.

“Don’t worry about it,” Martin said. “I’ll handle this.” Emily looked to Martin in disbelief only to see the broad smile on his face. She nodded, and awaited the inevitable. The officer approached and tapped on her window. When Emily lowered her window, she saw the shocked expression on the officer’s face. Strangely, she even saw disbelief in his brown eyes.

“Hey, Pete!” Martin greeted happily. Emily looked between the two, noting the pleasantly shocked expression on Pete’s face growing. Pete took a few breaths and replied.

“Martin... It’s been a while. How’ve you been?”

“Pretty good. Emily here is giving me a ride home. She’s being a good person, so if you have to give her a ticket or whatever, give it to me instead. I am the one imposing on her after all.” Pete shook his head.

“T-That won’t be necessary. If she’s being a good person, I can’t really punish her for that, can I?” Emily couldn’t be sure, but something about this situation seemed very odd. The officer would stutter or hesitate slightly between certain words, yet something told her this wasn’t normal behavior for him. Her passenger and the officer were talking to each other as if they’d known each other for years. Not only that, but by the law, Pete should have given her a ticket regardless.

“Oh,” Martin jumped. “Congratulations, by the way!”

“For what?” Pete asked. Emily glanced to Martin in confusion, wondering what he knew that the officer didn’t.

“Well, your son got the lead role in the school play, didn’t he?” Pete nodded. “Congratulations for that! And I heard you got that promotion you’ve been gunning for, so congratulations again! There’s also a third thing I want to congratulate you for, but you have to go home first before you can understand why.” Emily was now concerned. Martin clearly knew something the officer didn’t and that worried her. To her surprise, Pete wasn’t concerned in the slightest. He just smiled and, in the light the car was giving off, it looked like he was crying. There were several tears in Pete’s eyes that threatened to spill out, making his eyes shine in the small amount of light.

“Well then,” Pete began, “you two have a nice night and be careful.” Pete nodded to Emily and looked back at Martin. “I’ll see you around, buddy.”

“See you around, pal,” Martin said with a small wave. Pete left the car, went back into his vehicle and drove off ahead of them. Emily looked to Martin.

“What was that about?” She asked.

“Pete’s a good friend I’ve known since I was in diapers. We always looked out for each other.” That statement made little sense to Emily. Martin didn’t look any older than she did and Pete appeared to be in his late twenties. How was a kid supposed to watch out for an older person, beyond the obvious checking on him every so often. It was clear Pete could do more for Martin than Martin for Pete.

“Thank you, though,” Emily said as she drove off.


“For taking the blame if I was going to be in trouble,” Emily lowly stated. Martin’s smile grew.

“I didn’t take the blame from you,” he said. “I am the one imposing on you, after all.” The two drove in silence for a time, simply enjoying the other’s company. After a while, Martin tapped on the door. “This is my stop.” Emily pulled the car to a stop. “Thank you so much for the lift, Emily.” Martin was about to open the door but found himself stopped by Emily.

“Wait a minute,” she said. Martin nodded and she rummaged through the back seat until she found a long scarf. “Take this. At least it’s something to help keep you warm.” Martin eyed the scarf and looked back up to Emily.

“Are you sure?” He asked. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” Emily said as she smiled at him.

“Thanks,” Martin thanked her. He wrapped the scarf snugly around his neck. As he opened the door, he turned back to her. “You know, you should drop by sometime to visit. I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll do that for sure,” Emily cheerfully said. She never expected to make a friend this far out. She pushed a few buttons on her car’s GPS and marked the spot. For some reason, the GPS didn’t give a name to the area she was in, not that she let it bother her. How far away could he be?

“I’ll see you around,” Martin called as he jumped out of the car and walked off into the night, his new scarf blowing slightly in the wind. Emily smiled.

“I’ll see you around,” Emily repeated softly into the darkness. With a smile on her face and a new warmth in her body, Emily drove off again, enjoying a peaceful drive home.

After the winter break had ended, Emily found herself driving up the same road she took down in the middle of the day. She promised she’d see her friend again and darn it she was going to.

“You have arrived,” the GPS announced. Emily was confused. There were no houses anywhere near the spot she’d marked. Even stranger, the place she stopped was a snow covered cemetery.

‘This couldn’t be where Martin lives, could it?’ Emily thought. She left her car and looked around, finally spotting someone standing atop a hill in the cemetery. The figure appeared to be looking at her and, upon closer inspection, a scarf remained snugly wrapped around his neck. Emily couldn’t be sure, but she could almost make out a soft smile on his features. Emily immediately recognized the scarf as the one she’d given Martin just last month. ‘Martin?’ She wondered.

She began to run up the hill, if only to confirm for herself if it was true. She’d gotten close enough to completely identify the figure, which was, in fact, Martin, before he turned and walked deeper into the cemetery. As she reached the top of the hill, Martin had vanished entirely. She now found herself staring out at a near endless sea of tombstones and mausoleums. Near one of the tombs a good distance away, she saw Martin looking at her again. How had he moved that quickly? He turned again and walked behind a nearby mausoleum, prompting Emily to chase after him again. Passing behind the tomb, she stopped dead in her tracks at the grave in front of her. It was a small tombstone with some writing on it.

Here lies Martin Sulli.
May you find your peace and complete your dreams in Heaven’s arms.

What shocked Emily more was the presence of a familiar object tied around the tombstone lovingly, gently blowing in the soft January breeze. Her scarf. Emily’s hands rose to her mouth. This couldn’t be possible!

‘M-Martin?’ Emily thought as she dropped to her knees in the snow, her eyes unable to find the strength to look away from the grave. ‘B-but I just saw him last month... He couldn’t have really been gone for almost ten years!’ Emily could almost feel the tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

“So, you came to see him too, huh?” A familiar voice asked. Emily quickly rose to her feet, wiped her eyes and turned around to see Pete approaching her with some flowers in this hands.

“See him?” She replied with a question.

“Martin. You came to see him, right?” Emily nodded. “I’m sure he appreciates it.”

“B-But... How is this possible?” She asked.

“You mean how Martin shared that nice car ride with you almost a month ago when he’s been buried here for almost a decade?” Emily could only nod her head. She didn’t trust her voice right now. “I’ve been on this patrol for almost a decade. And, every time I pull over someone for picking up a hitchhiker, I see him sitting in the passenger seat.”

“Wh-?” Emily couldn’t form a complete thought.

“Maybe I should start at the beginning?” Emily nodded. “Martin and I grew up together. We were best friends. He had one quirk that used to make us all laugh. No matter how cold it’d get, he’d never wear a winter coat. He used to complain that they were uncomfortable so he’d never wear them. Once we made it into college, he went off to the city to try and find an internship.”

“He wanted to be a reporter,” Emily said.

“That’s right, he did. He was gone for a while but, when he came back, he came back really sick. Eventually, the sickness beat him and he passed away in his sleep. I remember what he told me on his deathbed. He said, ‘Pete, when your dream comes true I want you to tell me about it. I want you to tell me all the good things that happen to you and I’ll congratulate you. Don’t think this means I’m going anywhere, I’ll always be around. One way or another, I’ll be around.’ After that, he fell asleep and passed away.”

Emily looked to Pete, only to see a few tears falling freely from his eyes. “I’m so sorry,” she said. Sadly, that was all she could think of to say. What were you supposed to say to something like that anyway?

“Don’t be. I kept my promise to him... and he’s kept his. He’s always been around, one way or another.” Pete pulled a flower from his bunch and handed it to Emily. “Here, put this on his grave. I’m sure he’d like it.” Emily did just that. She leaned down and placed the flower on the grave just underneath the scarf.

“He said there was a third thing he wanted to congratulate you for,” Emily remembered. “What was it?” Pete looked to her and smiled.

“My wife is going to have another baby. She went to the doctor and found out and it’s going to be another boy.”

“Congratulations,” Emily said with glee.

“Thank you,” Pete responded. “I’m going to name him Martin, after my best friend. He’s always been around, now his spirit will live on through my son. I can only hope my son becomes as good a man as Martin was.” A gentle breeze kicked up, blowing the scarf again. In a way, that was Martin saying thank you. For a while, the two just stood there, talking to their friend in the January breeze.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

LOVE, It Is The Energy Most High

Written By: DJ Escho

What is true love and where does it come from?
Love is when someone shows you this love with a true smile, a warm hug and a peck on the cheek that teaches wisdom and brings you up in truth. This you immediately learn and return it. You begin to base all your thoughts and all your power and all your might into this energy because it is the ultimate force indestructible and never fails.

The thing is that there are those humans who never let go, some who let go a little, some even a little more of love and hope so then the let go of love all together and don't know how to receive it but we give it to them anyway because we do it for the sake of love…

Well I’m glad you get it because there are so many people that respond and don’t respond to love in different ways. None of us know exactly what everyone needs but as we figure it out we receive from the universe and we are responsible for teaching that and always giving it because giving is the birth pain of love.

For me, it was my Mom, Sisters, Brothers, Wife, Daughters and close friends and every woman in my life who gives me that lesson of love.
However, my Mom, this lady, she’s the top candidate for true love in my book. She has the best credentials for loving a human and not just me but so many people. This is where I learned and returned and knew that it wasn’t from this planet. Don’t ask me how but it’s true, so for me, I believed that there is something so great out there and a wonder of an existential proportion. This energy called Love, so vast and so true is enchanting to my spirit, with all due respect to perfection. These are just my words and thoughts which can never compare to the true power of Love. Love is the ultimate and the most high and its love can love all the people in the world even if they would all hate love and I’m so glad to know just that.

I’ve heard many say “Forget doing this and that for these people, do for yourself first!”
AND, Sorry but you can’t say, “I can’t for myself so how would I do it for anybody else?” Sorry but that is not love. Love is when you are at your lowest level, even lying down and you are asking someone “how can I help you.” This is an earthly manifestation of love. Usually, the ones who are lying down are the silver headed lovies of our life. The ones who are true blood to the bone and back again. This is where you know Love. This is where you received it.. Love is you, it’s all about you. Isn’t this the best? I mean, did you ever think that love would be about you because it is. Love is never me saying it’s about me but saying it’s about someone else and really loving that person. Love cannot even say that its will is the ultimate power but us which is only the act and by word because Love is the greatest power of all and after all when we do say or do anything whether we do good or bad, Love gives us the power to do just that.
Love can grant you something so great for no reason at all or because you acted upon it. Love is to be adored and uplifted in word yes and you do love but you also to do it by word because Love spoke existence to exist! Love spoke everything to be created and when he did it obeyed. It’s funny how sometimes you are asked “Can you do this for me?” And you could have but you decided not to or you decided to put something else that could have waited or if it is a treasure that you do something so great but you give it up to do something that may seem at the time unreturning. This is love!

Love is the ultimate continuum of peace and joy. Anyone can see it and embrace it by living it through hope. Instead of being concerned by things that happen on Earth, everyone can join in together knowing that this love that we speak of is the ultimate power and it can’t be stopped and only loves. Once engaged in this state of mind, one can will anything to come to existence that Love has waiting specifically for you. These emotions and decisions that a human can be made without fail and can reject all negativity and or accept negativity completely and fail and the power of Love remains the same.

Love transcends all space and time
~Lenny Kravitzs~

Love is a force multiplier and it is a blessing, which no man can curse. Love is the action of giving one’s self regardless of outcome with complete and utter happiness manifested forward. We humans have been created in love. Therefore, we have the power to manifest the exact in which we were created which is love. Love is the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end. Love is the on-going of the infinite to the starting point of the finite and the day of judgment in the end. Love is the infinite of all the cosmos and all of life and all that exists because it is the creator of it all. Love is and was and is and is to come…

What is love? I would like to believe that in my life and experience, love is a decision and not just some mushy emotion. Love is not just a feeling that you may think you feel for a person or an animal or a living thing or a position or a place or a happening. However, love is a decision that you make because of an energy that is or has manifested through your mind, heart, spirit and body. This energy is a living and operation life force. This in turn causes you to care deeply for a living being and make a decision according to this living being that may not seem comfortable for you or may seem as though this decision in which you just have made for this person will not be in your favor. One can however, just feel emotionally happy to be around a selected fellow whether it be a person, animal or living thing.

Love at this time is shared by all people, all nations, all religions, all animals and all life. Many say that love is an emotion but emotions are manifestations of energy. When an emotion manifests itself through a human, the human is the only one able to allow this manifestation to resound at a high or low effect whether the manifestation yields to construct or transgress, Love conquers all! I really love every person. I love people in ways that are asked upon by the universe because I don’t know so they say if you ask, you might get the right answer. I’ve been getting a lot of the right answers in my life because I ask of the universe and it gives to me all that I ask. I uplift Love always to all people and for those that turn away from me, and say all kinds of evils against me, well I still love them because the First Born of infinite loves them more and I will do the same and follow that forever SHOUT AND DANCE FOR LOVE, it is the ultimate power. This means you can live your whole life and do whatever it is in your desire and the power of Love will never change. HOW COULD YOU NOT WANT THAT?

This is DJ Escho signing off, and I just want to say Love everyone with an unmerited favor and it will be returned to you even greater… Peace out yo

Monday, February 6, 2012

The mind of Vincent Guagenti

FDR oncen said there is nothing 2 fear except fear itself, he forgot to mention the cowards in the shadows, it is what U have 2 fear, yourselves...

Saturday, January 28, 2012

No, i dooeee i dooeee

Written by:
DJ Escho

Giving is the greatest action. Giving's power brings the receiving factor away from dark energy because dark energy is the enemy of giving but it is a defeated foe. Dark energy was defeated by the sacrificing of the first born of heaven, the infinite, the cosmos, therefore, it can't stop giving but run away from the presence of the act of giving because it cannot stand in the presence of Love which is the only pure thing. Giving changes the flow of your base surrounding in the Universe from that present time until you retract the light. Giving's birth is you. You are the residue of the birth of giving. Life is a gift from the infinite giving birth to the cosmos and life and earth and humans and animals and plant life and bugs and air and the clouds and the sun and the moon and ever fiber and element existing today. because it was the first action of existence which manifested creation in the cosmos.

Lets take this time to give. Not just a little here and there but always even if it is a little at a time because everything we get is from Love, the ultime light energy which is the only and greatest power of all existence.

There are times we think to give and then we say, Oh, now that I've given this giving of my last whatever, I think I'm going to hold on to it because I wont have it later. Maybe I will give a portion." This is what keeps us from having more of what G-d has for us. I mean really G-d is taking care of you and you don't need to hear what I say, or do you...

This giving of your time treasure and talent is G-d's giving to people from your obeience to him for what, only your family, friends and neighbors? NO, but to EVERYONE! Don't miss out on more of what can open your eyes more. The magical side of it is amazing and great to have witnessed in one's lifetime. An individual of any walk, any way, any orientation, any religion. I don't care if you are a man, woman or a child. Children are not dumb, so they will do what they see you doing. Teach them right and you will see the hand of G-d move greater and greater with the newer generation.

GIVING IS A FORM OF PRAISE TO G-D, it is the way to see G-d's exceeding and great glory.

Give and you will get it all back and so much more because it all belongs to love, the greatest light and greatest and only power energy...


Friday, December 9, 2011

Spit'n Love from A - Z

Written by:
DJ Escho

I have to say that returning home from my journey down south is well worth it, especially last night. The Captain aka Jimmy C and I and all had some crazy fun and I met some cool peepz. You know they say that the world is your oyster but I didn't think that it would be anything like this. G-d has given me an extra blessing by taking me to Mcfaddens in Bayonne, NJ. Talk about a sound emporium that this show brought to me just by showing up. It was a night of talent sharing called Organyzed Micz hosted by IN HOUSE UNIT & none other than EisMe DaHost PatienoMics aka Ely M. Cartagena along with mi sangre DJ KO spinnin it on the 1 & 2's for all the people that came out to share there time, treasure and talent. I just wana give a big shout out to DJ KO because we been through it in life together since dyper dayz ;.)

My experience was profound. During the beginning of the show, the people were packing it in with eager anticipation. I saw alot of good ol folks from the past and reminiscing and sparking up nostalgia with my friends and neighbors from back in the day. DJ KO was grovin and Geedeep aka Geedah Burgess, gave it a nice flame to set off the crowd at Mcfaddens on 20th Street between Broadway and Ave E in Bayonne. Geedeep spoken word is fab and his piece called "Natural Me" let me know that this brotha's mind is no fool's playground. What an intelligent and warm hearted individual. His love is definitely not from earth and I am blessed to make myself known to this man. G-d bless Geedeep...

I had a great pleasure of seeing a good friend from the past, (((((SPADE MAN))))) who most definitely brought it to the mic last night with his hit single "More Than Rap", NO QUESTION! You see yall, DJ Escho was the lead singer of Imbrued America back in the day and Spade Man was our first producer; so to speak but it was all good and Spade Man is still doin his thang. Big up to Spade Man and you can catch him on facebook along with all the artists.

Wallace aka Professa Blunt, mah dude from way back bangn on 19th street brought his comedic talent to Organyzed Micz, had us all rollin talkin about losing your job to mexicans because US MEXICANS CAN! Still, Wallace is funny as funny gets and he will have yo azz in a state of hysteria. Wallace will most likely come back to Organyzed Micz which will be held every Thursday night under IN HOUSE UNIT & Ely Cartagena and DJ KO spinnin crazy nasty beatz fo yo enjoyment.

On the come up rap group BLOCK BANG under Stepping Stone Records gave a rock hard performance with their hit "MARIA" Block Bang consists of a three man group making their way in Buddaville Bayonne:
Cally Peterson
Dappa Don
Morris Johnson
All interest in Block Bang music, please visit

I was also pleased to hear some amazing freestyle from up an coming artist VIZION. I have not heard freestyle like that in a long time and I must say that mahnik was doin it on the mic like he didn't even give a shyt. Like, what the fudge man, his best to my ears was just him fuq'n witcha. I could imagine this kid studying eschatology or celluloid engineering and rappin to that, man if I had my own record company I would sign him without question and that goes for Spade Man but Spade is his own universe ;.)

Well folks, this is not all but for now please be a dear to your self and love everyone around you and once in a while give a look up in the sky and give G-d the praise y'all. What ever religion or non believer you iz, love everyone with unmerited favor always and the gift of love will most certainly be returned to you.

IN HOUSE UNIT, Ely and DJ KO: I gotcha backs yo! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILL...

Thursday, September 8, 2011

A Table of Love

Written by:
Katie Farmer

When I was a little girl at the age of five years old. I went to a really big school with many different groups: Sports Fanatics, Preps, Nerds, Gothics, Kids with Special Needs, and outcasts to name a few of them. I thought that having cliques was really silly. I thought to myself why can't I start a Table of Love. What would happen is everyone from the different groups all banded together. Of course me being really vocal in sharing my ideas the students who heard my idea just laughed at me.

So I decided to begin my own table of love. I started each day in the school lunchroom to scan the room and the first person I saw how sat alone no matter what group, race, culture or background they came from I sat with them. I would start talking to them. In 8th grade I met a girl her name was Stephanie. I saw she was sitting by herself so my being the new kid to the school I walked on over to sit with her. She was quite surprised I would do it.

She shared with me that the reason she sat by herself is because she was 6 feet tall and many people were intimidated by her tallness. They would run away from her. She also said she was a special needs student and many people called her mean names. She was shy at first but then began to open up to me in a way that no one ever did before. AS I shared my own story she found that we could really relate to one another.

As some other friends watched me sit with her they began to follow suit right after me, my friend Nick Goldey was the first one to join us at the table of love. He was outcasted because of his weight he was also a really big guy as well, then came another friend Jamie who was also a really big guy as well. tthis at first was ' the 8th grade table". But soon some 9th graders saw what we were doing and a bunch of them joined us. people from all different groups, backgrounds etc coming together. I ended up moving away my 9th grade year when my dad passed away from cancer. sad to say I didn't get to do the table of love my remaning high school years. I was dealing with moving back to a town I hated, and my dad's death on top of other things.
But I will tell you this because of the table of love my friend Stephanie (I am going to try and find her on facebook) we kept in touch for a long time even in the midst of the moves from 8th grade all the way until we were 25 and 26 years old. My other friends Nicky and Jamie I also hope to find on facebook and the bunch of 9th graders who joined us. By a little girl at just the age of 5 years old and in Kindergarten started the table of love by herself. She believed in her dream so much that even though the other students laughed at me eventually some other students joined me and followed suit. we had a big group of friendship and love. the most meaningful conversations. It all started when I began to start my own Table of Love.

Thursday, August 4, 2011


Written By: Gail Chasin

So what makes one think that the person who inspires and drives you doesn’t have a deep connection with you? Do you think that in helping and giving of her experience, strength, hope and wisdom that true caring of the Muse isn’t equally experienced?

It happens rarely, for a Muse’s job is to detach with love and let the person move on to integrate all that’s been shared. What they do with it, is frankly, none of the Muse’s business. However, once in a great while, there is a true God/Love connection that develops and grows like a rose between the two. Velvety petals of rich color shine in the eyes yet just below, the thorns wait for you to accidentally prick yourself to get your attention. It’s not a bad thing - it’s just there to remind you that life’s events are not necessarily an easy or straight path.

However, once the line is crossed from Muse to Lover, the edges can become blurred and confusion and crossed boundaries remind her that love is a responsibility.

The Muse wonders if the original context of the relationship can be restored – and if it even should continue. She sometimes feel like the lighthouse in a raging sea…shining in the dark so that the seeker will not crash and burn, for the priority is to make sure to the best of her ability that the person leaves safely, with a better attitude, a new hope for their future and with a deeper sense of themselves. It is a selfless act. The Muse remembers that her job is to be a vessel of God and that some roads will continue to be an ongoing process while others move on. At the point of acceptance she knows that we are all ONE and she cannot help herself from continuing to give - all the while trying not to losing herself in the process.

This troubled world and the discord and chaos is felt by everyone on the planet, whether it’s consciously or unconsciously and human beings cannot help but be affected energetically on some level by other's pain. It is the Muse’s responsibility to leave her comfort zone and reach out, yet keeping a sense of her self at the same time, so as not to give biased, judgmental or opinionated information. Her focus, no matter how she personally feels, is always the higher path – not an easy thing to do sometimes.

Great songs, poetry and writings throughout history have been inspired and created from this very place, and sometimes the comfort zone becomes boring and non-challenging to her personal growth, so the Muse, who MUST continue to grow in order to be effective, goes through the pain of growth just as anyone would. There is no going backward and no regrets – there is just no getting away from it and willingness is the key to shifting and moving forward for her.

I am that Muse. I am human. I am vulnerable. But I am of God and I do not fear floundering or making mistakes because the alternative is stagnation. Jesus died for me so I am absolved.

How much of yourself can YOU give?

Are YOU someone’s Muse?

What will YOU do with your opportunities?

Tuesday, August 2, 2011


Written By: Hector Rivera

Beep...beep whoosh. Beep...beep, whoosh. That sound has been my companion for these last two months. My last two months in a hospital room. My last two months in a hospital bed.
For most of my life I can't say I ever hated anything as much as words unsaid and this evil bed that I currently reside in. It's just not the kind of bed you want to die in. One would hope that death would come on billowy sheets made of clouds. One could even pray that termination could arrive with an enormous thread count of lush vivid dreams.
Beep...beep, whoosh. Beep...beep, whoosh.
Did Death have to come on a bed that leaves bruises? Did it have to come when I had so much left to say? My own father. A devout catholic, as strong as the brick and plaster of an ancient gothic cathedral. As pliant as one too. Don't get me wrong though. I love the man. He is and will always be my father. My father has taught me a great many things. Like the time he taught me that even on my own mother's death bed a man must never be who he is not.
"You know Pop, I've been thinking...I want to give the last rights to mom before she goes."
"Number one, your not a priest David. Number two it's not your place..."
"How dare you say that to me." I said it low and out of gas the way you say things after the longest day of your life.
"Mom never agreed with how you saw things."
"So typical...for some kid soaking wet behind his ears to judge. Do you know what I sacrificed to give you a life?! Do you know all the days I bled for you and for her?! Just to put food on the table?! Damn you! You have always resented me!!"
Beep...beep, whoosh.
I am so wealthy as I rot in my cot in this hospital. Nothing but all the things I said wrong to keep me company. All my acquaintances are now every one of my misunderstandings and rushes to judgment. My failures are my furniture.
I didn't make it easy for him though. I was as bullheaded as he was. A chip off the old super structure. He was a catholic and I read like a protestant. He liked the Yankees and I was a red sox fan. You catch my drift? I didn't make it easy on him and so we drifted apart like to sail boats in a calm blue sea. We drifted slowly away from each other.
It was Mom's cancer that made me show my face again. That woman put up with our bickering for years and like any good Christian woman , she suffered with all the stoic grace God could lend. My Mother, now resting in the arms of Jesus waiting for the day of judgment to live eternally in the new Jerusalem. My father , too concerned about finishing up the funeral arrangements he didn't have time enough to consider that I might want to give the last rights to a woman who helped me in leaps and bounds to my salvation.
There I go again. Wasting my time on anger. I can count the breaths I have left and I'm that foolish enough to waste it on bitterness.
Beep...beep, whoosh.
Long story short, here I am counting the days until my death. I sent my father a letter. I told him how long I had left. I wonder if this is how a man feels when he is on death row. They get one dying wish right? Or is it the last meal of their choosing? Hard to tell. The morphine doesn't help me focus. Well, anyhow I sent word to him of my dying wish. I don't have much time left and all I want near me is the warmth of love. I am too weak to hold my bible for myself. Reading the words of life always sent me back to the days of my mother still playing the peace maker between my father and me. Reading those words gave me hope and peace and love all in one. This damn cancer is eating me alive and I have lost all of my strength. I am a pitiful thing to behold.
Beep...beep, whoosh.
I pray my father will get my letter and he will come to me and read to me. My father wasn't always so gruff. Before I started to rebel we were best buddies. We had high adventures together. Before I questioned his authority I dreamed of the bed time stories he would read to me. My favorite stories were the ones he made up off the top of his head. I remember one in particular about a miner out west who armed with his trusty pick found the ancient city of Shangri-La. They called him black Bart on account of his black beard and bushy black eyebrows. My father told me though that when he came back from seeing all the wonders of the cave all his hair turned white. White as snow he said. He needed a new nickname and everything. What was that nickname my daddy gave him? he he. Snowflake I think it was. Yeah that was it...snowflake.
I woke up today with a lot of pain. They keep giving me morphine and something tells me that is not a good sign. I keep coughing and hacking. It's hard to breathe today. My vision is blurring in and out. I black out and hours have passed me that I never attempted to race. Everything has the tinge of a shadow behind it. I believe another day has passed or maybe it was ten years. My vision is worse today. My breathing is shallow. I'm lonely. I miss my mom. I hear a voice. It must be God...
"Hello Son. I got your letter. I love you. I can't say it enough. I love you my sweet, sweet boy. Forgive me David. You and your mother were right...about everything. I remember everyday. Every second with you. I'm so proud of you."
"I love you Daddy."
"I love you too son. I have your mother's bible with me. I was going to read to you if that's ok?" He said this like a little boy.
"Thank you Daddy."
"Your mother had this marked. Ye that love the lord, hate evil: he preserveth the souls of his saints; he delivereth them out of the hand of the wicked. Light is sown for the righteous, and gladness for the upright in heart. Rejoice in the Lord, ye righteous; and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.” (Psalm 97:10-12)

Sunday, July 24, 2011

A Pizza So Close To Home

Written By:
Crispen Eschobar

Being a New Yorker, I don't think even pizza in Florida comes close to that Brooklyn Pizza taste. I never thought chillen in the country or in the south that I would or could ever find Pizza so close to home. I was going for a walk with friends in Fallsburg, OH when we stumbled upon a nice place called FALLSBURG PIZZA. I could smell such an alluring scent from outside of the place that I had to just go in. I met the owners Vaughan and Lina Richards which was a delight. I was served a personal pizza by Linda, prepared by Vaughan of onions and musrooms and loads of cheese. Man, that was just right up my alley. The cheese and the sauce complimented each other as if I was right in Brooklyn or even Hoboken, NJ where the pizza is also great. I said to myself, "I could eat ten of these," but I was satisfied and was happy that my friends and I stumbled across this wonderful place.

Vaughan and Linda told me how they came upon owning this nice pizza restaurant. Vaughn, originally from New Jersey, told me how in 1976 finding work was a peculiar task with so much politics going on, he just wanted a normal life where you could work for what you know and not who you know. Vaughan left Jersey and headed for Ohio where he worked as a manager of Ponderosa Steak House then later became a police officer in the town of Newark in Ohio. There in Newark in 1993 Vaughan met his sweetheart for life, Linda. Now Vaughan and Linda Richards own and run Fallsburg Pizza which I have to say including Lancaster, Newark and other cities in OH, Fallsburg Pizza is the best pizza in all of Ohio and none of the chain pizza places can hold a candle to Fallsburg Pizza. This is Crispen Eschobar signing off. "Enjoy your life and live it to the fullest and if you are ever in Fallsburg OH go to Fallsburg Pizza located on 11550 fallsburg rd. Beautiful scenery and beautiful tasting pizza.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Isms & The Existential

Written by DJ Escho

I truly believe isms to hold no water to the existential. Life is a manifestation gift of a being having the ability to speak life to exist, that which does not exist. Only one being can perform this action and it is not human, but has already become human. This is the infinite and humans now have the opportunity to become this perfection if they were to touch this way. Not a change for those out there who believe that but a release of dark residue that clouds are steps and yet leads us to muck where here on earth we are stuck left wondering how these things happen to us but if we pay attention to something the general public calls Karma, well basically every thought you allow in your mind is a track that you set your life upon and we if you don't bring your mind to this kind of intimacy. This being love, is how the cosmos and all that exists were created, and remains to exist at this moment but if you don't bring it their,your individual thought pattern, then the darkness shall over take your life on earth as it already is in the cosmos when you agree to dark thoughts.

The minute that a person is certain about something that does not attain ability to manifest life through words of love, then that person is in danger of following a lie. These kinds of people are in danger of facing extinction. Since the beginning of time we have had so many chances to make things right with mankind and the infinite but now there seems to have been a change in the cosmos. The universe seems to have taken action in regards to the earth and its negative push. This negative push has caused a compressing of space and time and is now causing the universe to crush itself. Just imagine, if these actions started with just lies, then I wonder what would be the worst possible outcome with all the corruption on earth. Destruction and all the natural disasters all coming together may be but one could not be sure, only follow along. Once the interaction of human and lie have become a conjunction then this gives existence chance for more fail and the need a sacrifice because humans cause a flow of this failure and can without intention lead a mass of people to this very same lie, until someone else is able to redirect that human and or all humans back to that which is truth. Only that someone could be a sacrifice so that people can touch a metonioatic anacroni. This then will a human be cleansed from the intimacy with dark energy and or dark matter.

If humans give existence a chance for fail and the growth of it , then existence is in danger of becoming extinct. This process is called the cosmological constant. Humans do have the ability to redirect other humans to truth only because of the fact that Love has manifested itself into a human at one point in time and has performed the greatest act of love which no human has ever had the power to do. The only being that can redirect humans from that which is a lie to that which is truth must be born first of a cosmological existence on earth. This First Born of the infinite is the existential, this is love. Humans cannot be born of the cosmological existence because they were born as human on earth. However, humans can have a rebirth of themselves from lie to truth. This rebirth then gives humans the ability to speak that which does not exist to exist and to cease all works of dark matter and dark energy assigned by the abyss where the energy which is called the prince of darkness, the son of the morning now abides until further action by the infinite. The only way to revers all of this is by unity. If we embrace an eschatological frame under the mind of the infinite and further build a colony of a people to be redirected from a lie to truth, then we can all live in unmerited favor. This is why there is only one first born and this first born remains to exist and is the ultimate super power of all that exists.

Fear in the essence does not exist in truth because it is the opposing factor of love and it gives birth to hate and hate gives birth to perversions and perversions gives birth to fornication and this is known as transgression which ignites the cosmological constant bringing curse to the terrestrial, adding spiritual death and bringing existence closer and closer to extinction. As something that is not able to live in the infinite is held up as a false truth by something or someone that exists, makes an ism. People who do not understand will follow this out of weakness and believe this ism to be true. This is the exacta to engaging in a process of extinction. The existence of something that remains in a lie eventually becomes inexistent as far as what happens after that well, that which exist continues without suffers greatly but those who follow a lie are going to suffer because right now as you read this, there are so many suffering either in a fire or freezing place made for the energies whom have rejected the first born and wanted the throne of the infinite.

How could something that is false even exist to those that exist unless they have given themselves as slaves to fear. Are those who follow Love, because Love is the truth, the exacta of perfection. This is for certain then that isms fail and why should we follow a failing thing. How do we know how to distinguish from ism and true existence but in love. There was a movement to attempt to empower the state of extreme logic and the state of the secularism all across the world. This movement was not a religion or a governing sect or any popular group but men of the highest wealth who knew something that has been hidden and continued to hide it for the growth of their wealth and control, power and freedom to uphold the practices of dark matter and dark energy. However, those in power at the time have set a precedence to the searching of the existential and locked away information that was able to free the minds of sickness and disease. These men have yielded to dark matter and dark energy have made it so that the normal every day people of the world would struggle and only exhaust themselves to the point of not being able to keep peace. Due to the confusion, so many people searched for truth from time passed over and over again and now it has developed in to sects and religions because it made so many people feel good, so they engaged in it and redirected to the seducing of people on earth to making this a G-d. People behaved seemingly at one point and were not out of control. The lie was that people were out of control so they needed a governing sect to lead them to civility. The number of people before the United States was created, who governed themselves were of a high calculation and did not need governing. Now there is so much separation and hate because of fear from failing and wanting to be against the infinite when finite formed and began to exist. This is called the beginning. Isms are an ugly canker worm eating existence. Religion is destruction and its cruel to give someone this type of option to fixing problems like poverty. When you can release yourself from these isms and grasp the existential then you and only you will be a true light to people because you will really understand and know what true love is and how it works. The existential is all we have and it will lead us together and may reverse the cosmological constant. Fortunately, for the people of earth, many years ago the planets aligned and the first born of the infinite came to be on earth. This first born is the only way to the infinite life and not infinite death but dark matter and dark energy entices and seduces and if you follow it and obey it then you will not only bring sickness and disease but death and then infinite death which is to become extinct. I warn you today! Walk away from dark matter and dark energy and come into the light which is love. Deny yourself and embrace the first born of the cosmos because it is our last hope for existence. This first born is the existential. Come into the light and you will get to the infinite. If you deny the first born of the infinite, then you are already becoming inexistent. Its the only way, this is love...

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Washing Off The Fear

Written By: DJ Escho

I remember as a teenager I used to attempt to engage in coping mechanisms to fight depression. These mechanisms have been taught to me by doctors, therapists and just simplistic advice from older people who I might have had trust in. Today, I realize that the only real way to beat depression is to one: Accept that this feeling that you have believing to be overtaken by depression is a problem and two: You have to get to know what the problem really is and where it stems from.
I believe not all humans were created equal but all humans can do the one same thing and that is, after knowing what your problem is, accept that you have the power to change it. This power is inside of you and has always been since birth.
I remember when I was 21 and I was fit, happy and didn’t have a worry in the world. I was so loving towards every one from my family, friends and even strangers to the troubled and even criminals. I came to a stop sign in my life that took me for a peculiar ride. I didn’t know what to do or how to feel. I began to believe that people didn’t like me due to these obscure responses that I would get from people after talking to them. I would perhaps make a mistake in their mind when speaking or performing some kind of action that would cause them to immediately react negatively towards me. I couldn't understand why I felt as though all this black thinking from people made me fall so hard and then after all that negative acceptance, I began to look at my idiosyncrasies as a threat to my life. Whether they were quarks or just physical imperfections, this process of self destruction lead me to enter in a severe state of depression. I began to worry and either one year gain weight from escaping into over eating, become completely enveloped in drinking and drugs to losing weight from starving myself.
One day, I was walking from a friend's family gathering and as I walked past this window, I looked at my self and saw something not acceptable. I thought in my mind that this was the reason why I thought people had hated me. To be honest the only reason why I began to fall prey to all these lies in my head was because I had surrounded my self with people who didn’t believe or didn’t share the same vision as me. If some did, I wouldn't doubt that they probably felt as though this road to succession in their visions and ideals would be so far away and to walk that road would be a burden. Now, as they see me walking happily on this road that they reject, it is quite easy for them to attempt to stop my mission. So every time I would open my mouth, they would either mock me or just ignore me. This is what led me to think that they were the ones who had the right of way. I was so wrong. I fought and I failed and I came to so much loss because I never stopped to think that maybe, just maybe my happiness and my ideas and my heart was sufficient for people and life. I just had to find the right people and why? You see I believe I was made to help people and I was made to just live as an en-sample to men, women, children and elders.

Today I live happier and more sure about who I am and what my purpose is than I ever have. How did I get out of this funk that kept me mentally bound to the mindless chatter in the air? Well, I know that it wasn’t on my own strength and I know for certain that any one can do what I did and even better and faster. I can sit here and give you made up theoretics on "how to" but if you picture depression as a bully and you muster up the will and the courage to stand up to this ugly and unloving bully you will come to know for certain with out a shadow of a doubt in your mind, that depression is always brought on by fear. Fear is the only cause of depression. Fear is F.alse E.vidence A.ppearing R.eal and it is a real battle. Allow me to encourage you today to become intimate with this thought. A perfect Love casts out all fear. Love is perfect. Us humans, we mess up and boy sometimes I mess up real bad but one thing I am complete in my mind and in my heart about is that Love is perfect and it teaches us and watches us. Love is free and if we accept love for its perfecting existence, then we can let go of the fears which is the tie that binds us to depression. I know that music is a part of a tool that I use. I now listen to love songs mostly and there are so many musicians that write truths in there song lyrics. So I would say positive music that speaks truth is love and that love will motivate you to let go of the fear that lies to our minds and keeps us in bondage. Get up! Wash off the fear today my friends and accept love for being perfect and love everyone regardless of the race, color, creed, religion, or financial status. Love is for everyone and it can change your life. Real love wins, always…