Demon Slayers

There's a meme on Facebook saying "It's terrible when you realize you are the same age as old people." After celebrating a milestone birthday, I reflected on my life thus far and realized I'm a much better person now than when I first considered myself GROWN.

I have told my husband several times that I hope I'm different every decade of my life. Being alive means constant learning and growth. And it's true. If I look back, my foundational beliefs pretty much stayed the same, my worldview changed somewhat, but my core values in religios philosophies remained pretty much the same. That was the MAGIC or BUZZ word - RELIGION, wasn't it?.

Living a holy life, required in Chrisianity, is easier said than done. Sins known about can prove difficult to quit cold turkey and you hear a lot of Christians saying, "I'm a work in progress. The Lord ain't finished with me yet." Our change comes with time and a lot of failing.

People long to be WISE like the gray headed, wrinkled, filled with a lifetime of experiences, old man/woman. They not only have wise answers, they seem angelic, like they never did anything bad. This is more than likely far from the truth. They slayed a lot of personal DEMONS to get to where they are - serene and loving. They slayed lying, fornication, unforgiveness, hateful heart, foul mouth, cheating, stealing even small things like from work, and other PRIVATE demons. Grandma and grandpa did some killing to be who they are now.

When we look back at who we were in comparison to ourselves now, this latest version is probably a good place to land. But no one knows your private demons, the ones not dared to be spoken have been VANQUISHED out of necessity for peace. Our sins are enjoyable or torturous, but designed to cause pain in the long run. There is always a precious sin the Christian does not offer up to God to be over come, they still ENJOY or use it as a CRUTCH in some way. A person may even INFORM God they need more time on THIS sin. And, if they live long enough, they do give up or SLAY that sin because they have grown TIRED of its consequences. They HAD to for their own peace in their own life.

And ,'Tah Dah," you have a sinless heaven bound old person. No one saw the battles they fought about something more than likely enjoyable - for a while. It may be their slow inevitable march towards death that makes them dislike sin, but eventually it happens. The old heads say, "They finally SETTLED down." The march has begun.

Most people burn out at being themselves. Nice people get tired of being nice. Givers get tired of giving. So, I guess sinners get tired of sinning. They like being washed as clean as snow and know they are acting brand new. Through the years they faced and killed their demons and now enjoy the quietness of life, or at least they look like they enjoy their quiet life. People tend to only remember the changed good person. Why not? The elderly's bad behavior was decades ago and BEFORE social media.

So, yes the oldest generation should be lauded for their wisdom and their victories over their demons big and small. Love them with or without their baggage. Side note, the worse they were, the more demons they slayed, and the WISER they are. Love you grandma and grandpa, you did your work.

Go On, Google Yourself

Do you believe you have an ego problem if you google yourself just to see what pops up? I mean, we all believe we are the center of the universe right? I mean the world DOES revolve around us. On social media we are exciting, beautiful, fun loving people. Not an ugly one amonst us.

But my children once caught me googling myself and scolded me. They said, "What type of person sits around googling themselves?" I mean the internet is there! Why not give my name the good old spin and see what happens. Well, they google shamed me and I stopped doing it way back in 2011.

But, tell the truth. HAVE YOU GOOGLED YOURSELF? Did you like what you saw? Was there a gorgeous picture of you there for the world to see or the horror of knowing your address is available for ever crazy person out there to see?

Even before the INTERNET we humans have left a footprint wherever we went. We leave impressions dailiy on family, friends, and even strangers. We are not an island of solitude nor does the world revolve around us. But special and unique we remain.

If you have googled your name, do you look good on paper? One RIGHT or one WRONG comment can be life changing living in our era of cancel culture and trolls. A heavy presence on social media can make you or break you.

Google Blac Chyna and get an eye full. She is in the process of transforming herself but the OLD her will remain for all to see when her name Blac Chyna is searched. Being clever (not) she is now going to use her birth name, Angela Renee White, which will be forever linked and pulled up with the name Blac Chyna. She recently earned a doctorate degree from a Bible college. Okay. That's a 180 for the lady.

I said all of ther above to say this: So funny. While trying to set up a gardening page on Facebook (4) Black People Garden Too in Mississippi | Facebook I had to Google the link to my blog page. I had forgotten the exact name of my blog because I had recently changed it and THIS popped up.

ME being quoted for an upcoming movie release in 2012. “The Voice of John: a nurse speaks out on a baby born alive after an abortion.” By Kristi Burton Brown September 27, 2012 , 01:18pm.

I’ve been quoted before in articles, but not a film promo. My friend just recommended my book to someone in which this quote was taken from: “When Will Eve Be Forgiven?” Thanks friend.

What was the reaction from one of my children when I told them about my google search, "Wow! That's crazy!."

Do you realize I couldn't have beamed with pride for at least a week from my name and book being mentioned in connection with a movie release!!!! The window is GONE now! No peacock strut for me! 2012 is a decade gone by. DAMN!

So, even if the world does not reolve around you and you're not the center of the universe, go on do it. Google yourself. Let the people talk.

 

A Hell of a Blog or the Blog from Hell

 I know, I know. Everyone believes their blog is great and that they say profound and enlightening things when more than likely it is a toddler's rant, the 10th how to on an overdone subject, or a patch work of the current news headline (or that can just be me).

Well, truth is --- I may fall into all of the afore mentioned categories. But the workings of my mind - I believe - adds a little spice, a twist, a jolt, and a lot of Food for Thought.

I don't even try to be a 'Shock Jock.' Rush Limbaugh (R.I.P.) set that bar way too high, and I hate self-righteous Saints spouting angel dust and Jesus coated posts. So where do I fit into this blog-a-verse?

That's just it. I don't even begin to try to fit in. I love my own blog and think it is one hell of a blog.

I had a man call me some kind of Jesus sex freak because I wrote a post about Viagra. I was like Wow someone took the time to call me a sex freak. A first of many firsts yet to come in my writing career. The ability to offend is easier than falling off a log, little effort is required. Just write something, anything and BAM! Offense taken.

Of course, I have had people say 'Oh, I love your take on that topic. Great piece." And I am like Wow someone said I was a great piece. A first of many firsts yet to come in my writing career.

But the one thing I am most proud of is the fact that I do not sit in my underwear, in some Emo type room, dark and dank (I had to clarify Emo because since Covid I do sit in my underwear), using an anonymous name, being crude, rude, and lude. I like the Emo look. I just used that generalized group borrowing their dark coolness which is nothing like the Goths of my day. Sorry, but the Goths were only depressing, not engaging, and scary. I'm out of the loop and I'm not sure if Trolls, spun off of the Emo's or just festered into the people we came to loathe, or if they have their own look, but they are not cool.

But I digress. The point I wanted to make before going astray about underwear and trolls is, there are so many bloogers with great blogs on any topic you can imagine and they are informative, uplifting, inspirational, and some just for fun. The blogging community is supportive and encourage sharing of blogs just like authors do with fellow authors, bloggers, and writers.

That brings up the thing I am least proud of when blogging - not knowing what words are considered to be cool? Hip? Banging? Ab Fab? Crunk? Gucci? Fire? You get my drift. Hey, my target audience includes the twenty-somthings even though I believe I am failing miserably using their lingo. Well, hell, they don't even use their own lingo they use EMOJIS. 

One thing I keep in mind as I write on topics the timid would never touch is: "Wonder if this topic is going to send me straight to hell?" 

I wonder about this because I write about Christianity, Politics, Womanhood, Racism, and Uglyism. Yeah, I make up words as I see fit. I'm not as good as Snoop Dog, but I do alright.

Each new dawning of a new day I invite my Twitter followers and others at nauseum on Twitter to read my latest post, share, comment, retweet, and most of all I hit that more bang for your bucks writerslift. Facebook is not spared from being asked to come on over and have a gander at my blog on my Facebook page: Dorothy Guyton, author. I must admit my Facebook page is a no-man's-land. I have as of this date 112 followers. OUCH!! I also have a whopping 7 followers on my blog but a large number of readers. Hey, lemonade out of lemons people. I'll take that WIN.

Having viewers but not followers is like being told "It's not you. It's me. I've always had trouble committing." The rejection cliche no one ever wants to hear. but hey, I'll go along with it and agree it's you not me lol.

BUT, if you want to live on the edge with me; take some time and become one of my followers, tell a friend, list me as one of your favorite blogs on your blog page because

THIS IS ONE HELL OF A BLOG OR THE BLOG FROM HELL.

please feel free to peruse OLDER posts for your enjoyment.