The Soapbox

Now hear me out as I am gonna take a pause on where we were going with the stuff I was writing and roll things back a bit…past few weeks I feel as though something has been lacking in my writings. Yes, those are subjects that highly interest me and I did want to share, but I honestly don’t think my heart was in them as it should have been. To me they felt clinical and watered down for the masses and I hate to say that is not the real me. All my life I have worked hard to be the individual that I am and here I am trying to shoebox my written word for mass consumption…well that’s hogwash. I felt I was getting too preachy and caught myself slipping into a soapbox sermon more than once. Well I come from a long line of school teachers, Sunday school teachers, laymen and women, and missionaries so I guess it’s in my blood to preach and teach a little and even though my spiritual beliefs are not cut from the same jib, the fire is still there…

 

I was born, raised, and have lived in the same holler for over 30 of the 40 years I have walked this physical plane (for you non-southern folk, a holler is otherwise known as a ‘hollow’). It has meant more to me than anything I can ever put into words. As a teen, all I could do was think about how to get away and away I got, but all I could think of was that no matter where I went nowhere felt like home like area I came from. And the more stupid the world got, the more I needed to get back to where I felt grounded. In 2000, my eldest was born and that was all I needed to give me the swift kick in the butt to get home so that my family could be raised with as close to the same surroundings and structure as I had. I made it back to my hometown which was a start and it took some work, a new marriage, bouncing around a few times to different houses, and some very mixed blessings but after a few years I got to come back to the house where many of my childhood years were spent. My brother and his wife-to-be for several years had been staying at my grandmother’s house as live-in caretakers as she started to slip into the now all too common Alzheimer’s and dementia that is running rampant amongst the older generations. He had a calling to go back out west and the family needed someone else to take care of her, so my family and I answered the call and moved in with her during what would be her final year on this plane…I won’t lie, those months were some of the most challenging of my life. My grandmother was one of the strongest and most inspiring figures of my life and watching her wither away into hardly more than a blithering idiot hurt. Also during this time was a major custody fight for my eldest 2 that was between us and some other family outside of the courtroom and that was more salt on the wound. Around here, you deal with your kin folk face-to-face, there is none of that dragging your blood through courtroom stuff…But with all that going on, I was home. The land, the woods, the creek, the rocks in the soil, and the ancestral spirit of what I considered my homeland as well as my best friend (and wife) gave me the strength I needed to soldier on…that and Grandma didn’t raise no quitter, a pretty big screw up, but not a quitter and I as long as I am under the roof she and my grandfather built with them watching over me, I was keep my chin up and make the best of the hand I have been dealt.

 

Now at this point, you might be asking what this sob story has to do with a hill of beans and what the heck is it doing in a blog about the paranormal. Well it’s me coming clean and setting some records straight…the story above is not to garner sympathy and I am not trying to have a pissing contest about who’s got the biggest boo-hoo, cause I am sure half of you out there can top it without trying. It’s about what makes us who we are and what it gives us to bring to the table when working in this field. Think of it like making a sword the blacksmithing way. You take a lump of metal and you heat it to the point of melting, then you hammer it into shape. If there is not enough heat and shaping, the metal of the sword is too soft and will not hold an edge and will likely bend when it comes against something hard during its existence, but if its exposed to too much heat and hammering, it becomes too hard and brittle and you run the risk of it shattering or snapping when it encounters an obstacle. But you take that lump and you allow it to be exposed to just the right amount of heat and work it with the proper amount of care, you will have something that will forever hold an edge and will not falter when it comes across something hard. So if you are working in this field, and I mean really mean working not weekend warriors or Sunday driving through it, but doing things like spirit rescue, battling dark things, bringing peace to people’s homes, and most of all bringing peace to people you have to have that edge, stay sharp, and on point. You need to be able to stand your ground and be able to defend and protect and if the occasion calls for it, fight back…

 

So in the process of making a very long story short, to merge my story and my analogy into one, you are the sum of all the parts of your life that makes you, you. You are in control what shapes you, your experiences, what you do with them, and what you surround yourself with and let in defines that shape. Your mindset, discipline, and how you educate yourself is what gives you your edge. It’s important that you stay in a constant state of improvement to keep that edge sharpened and not to grow complacent and allow yourself to dull…cause that’s how you continue the good fight and not allow the bad that’s out there in and get the best of you.

 

Now as I warned at the start, me and my soapbox pulpit were back for another round. If you don’t like it and this is not what you hopped on here for, then be my guest and go about your merry way as my words were not meant for your ears but if I helped and inspired one person, then I consider this time well spent. It was important for me to come back to myself as I felt my edge dulling and I am not going to stop with reading and sharing about all the fascinating things that are out there…I am just gonna do it the best way I know how to stay true to me and you…