Tuesday, September 23, 2014



You used to live in a house
Filled with people
Who were afraid of the world
And of living
The world was sinful
And living was mostly wrong
Unless you had a Bible with you
Fine, fine people
Like fine, fine tulips
Lined up all in a row
Walking through life
So as not to touch it
As if life is
A glass shoppe
And they are the visitors
Don’t touch anything!
You’ll break something and go to hell!

You used to live in a house
That went on and on
It wouldn’t end
You escaped by climbing trees
And by watching The Wonder Years
You wanted to fall in love
And to cuss sometimes
Without feeling guilty
Boys shouldn’t be bad
And cussing shouldn’t be
Damned to hell fire

You used to go to a church
Filled with people who were happier
Because they were richer
So you escaped by
Staying with your grandmom
In her vast and opulent mansion
Most of the time

You lived in a neighborhood
Where lawns were mowed
And people had white picket fences
There was even an old people’s shelter
At the corner of the drive
And a cop mom
On the other corner
But white picket fences make you puke
It’s a trap, it’s a prison
You want the big cities
You want to live in a big city
Where you can hear all the people
From all around
Moving like water through a brook
Rippling over stones like
Clear water through a brook!
And mowed lawns are only any good
If your lawn is the most mowed
And your flowers are the most trimmed
So you planted a garden
You were eating fruits one day and you
Sprinkled the seeds on the ground
It turned into a garden
Then you could pick watermelons from it
And tomatoes too
(Where did the tomatoes come from?)
Then while everybody else
Had perfectly trimmed flowers
You had your own little garden
That you planted
Because you wanted a garden
Not daisies that looked like
Everybody else’s daisies
Certainly not
A white picket fence

Now you live in the city
Where people and things
Like clear water over stones
In a rippling brook
And you’ve planted avocado trees
You don’t go to church
Some of your friends are gay
You love the world, it’s not a sin
You cuss when you want to
You’ve fallen in love
Maybe too much
You’re not going to hell
And you puke
Whenever you see
White picket fences

Copyright © C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.

Monday, September 22, 2014

These Days

         I think that these days, people have no concept of what love is, because people have no concept of sacrifice. There is no love without sacrifice. If there is no sacrifice of the self then there is no proof of love. And I don't mean that everyone should lay down their lives for one another, but I simply mean this scenario:

"Why are you together?"

"Because it feels good."

"Why are you no longer together?"

"It stopped feeling good."

         And that is a scenario that can be applied to many areas of life. If something is not in the best service of the self, then it should go, even if it is other people. "Get rid of people in your life who do not feed your higher purpose" and blah blah blah. Right, because other people are supposed to fulfil your higher purpose. So, what about them? Is the whole world supposed to answer to you?
         We live in a self-serving time. Everybody wants to be served by everything and everyone. Nobody wants to be "brought down." People bring you down? Leave them. Your job brings you down? Quit it. Okay, what about loyalty and hard work?
         The problem is that much of the time, people envision that they have higher callings and sacred paths to take, whilst failing to see that their higher callings and their sacred paths are right there in front of their eyes and right there under their feet. They just need to see and do. People think that their destiny equates to whatever they feel like. Everything is emotion; everything is either a total weakness of flesh (always giving way to where emotions lead), or a total absence of emotions (sociopathy and psychosis.)
         It truly is a wretched, wretched time that we live in and there is not even a reason to pretend that it isn't the case.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

No L.O.A

         I just want to say, officially, that I do not support the LOA movement. Yes, yes, I know it has taken the world by storm, but I do warn against it. You see, the Law of Attraction concept is a latter concept found further along the path of initiation in the Ancient Schools of Mystery. But what Rhonda Byrne has failed to tell the world, is that before that latter stage is reached, there are life-threatening, very difficult and very dangerous stages that a person must go through to be able to execute the benefits associated with what has now been coined "Law of Attraction." In essence, the soul must first go through "chambers" which is basically a crucible of fire and the only kinds of things that get through that crucible, are "gods and godlike beings." At the end of the day, attempting to live by a "law of attraction" is essentially just mimicking the final outcome of the crucible, and I can't warn enough against doing that. You will be able to mimic it for a while... but not for long. The rest of the path you "skipped" is going to come after you! ;-) By the way, it is outlawed amongst the ancient schools to teach hidden principles for financial gain, which is obviously what Rhonda Byrne has done. Sorry Ms. Byrne, but you have led people astray. :-)

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Special Mentions from The Sun Is Snowing: The Scrapbook

This is a list of photographers who appear in The Sun Is Snowing: The Scrapbook. I would like to acknowledge their presence in my scrapbook, but before all of that, I'd like to give a special mention to Deanne and Kaye of Scrapbookingdom, for all of the scrapbooking elements used in the making of this book (including the cover.) If you are a photographer with your work in my book and you cannot find your name here (GASP!) this only means that I spaced out at some point or another, please don't hate me, just send me an email, or drop me a note on my FB Timeline to let me know of my blunder. :-) And now for the drum rolls...

Steven Schlagel Photography

Alister Henderson

James Donnelly

Marek Sybal 

For further details about my book, including various links to purchase, please visit my website.

Why I Don't Play Games

         I tell people not to play mind games or heart games with other people. The problem with playing games of any sort with others, is that you really are playing with fire and those who play with fire, no matter how cunning they "think" they are, will get burned. The burn is usually self-destructive in nature and happens because he who plays games, develops an innate belief that all others play games, as well. He becomes wary of his own tactics, she becomes doubtful of the intentions of others. A thief knows the ways of another thief but also sees the worst in everyone. When you start playing mind and heart games with people, for whatever reasons you have, you turn into a thief. You turn into a person who steals, who takes from the goodness and distorts it, turning it into something rotten. It is reverse alchemy, it is taking the good and the worthy and turning it into something bad and worthless. Reverse alchemy is death and destruction, therefore, the player of games invites death and destruction into his/her life.
         There are so many books out there that will teach you the tactics of "seduction" and so on and so forth... someone once said that to read evil words is to poison one's own soul. In the same way that to read true and pure words is to nourish one's soul. People think they are too wise and cunning, and they think this to their own demise. At the end of the day, most of the people aren't either of those things and it's usually those who think they are both of those things.

Friday, September 19, 2014

I Can't Wait!

         I made this book cover from scratch (front and back from scratch). The other recent book release of mine, "Raising Nobility", was also self-made, although I did use a template there. I used no template with this one and created this from my mind, with the help of GIMP. Yesterday morning I was sweating cold sweat, thinking there was no way on Earth I could make my own book cover from scratch, I could have cried! But then I did it anyway! By the time the day was nearly over, I had created my own book cover, front and back, and almost couldn't believe it! Moral of the story: when you think you can't do something and you're sweating cold sweat and nearly crying, do it anyway!
         This is the third edition of my original title, The Sun Is Snowing: Poetry and Prose by C. JoyBell C. The second edition was called, The Sun Is Snowing: Poems, Parables and Pictures. This third edition is officially entitled The Sun Is Snowing: The Scrapbook, and like before, features photography from all over the world (including my own personal photos that I took), poetry, theories that I concocted, short stories (fables) and prose. This third edition, though, stands out from the rest because I literally made a scrapbook and not really a book! From cover to cover, I poured my own original creativity into this work, to pull together the very first scrapbook that I have ever made! It's also been a very unique journey because I've been half-terrified all the way, from start to finish! When I started making this, I didn't know I could make a scrapbook, at all! It's been a very exhilarating, painstaking journey, that's for sure! It's taken me a month to make this edition and that's a month of short sleeps and small eats! That's just the way that I work— constant, raw, wild effort until I accomplish what I set out to accomplish! I am just so excited to present this book to you, today! I am so looking forward to you having this on your shelf and loving it and passing it on to those whom you love the most in life! Can't wait! :-)

Cover element credits:

Ana Guerrero