The Map of Life

Instead of making New Year's resolutions; try looking back! Write down every single significant thing you've learned about the world, about people, about yourself, about God, onto the back of a map! After all, our experiences, growths, and learnings in life do become the maps of our future! I've needed to use maps before, I've caught myself many times at the corner of a street in the middle of nowhere, a map in hand, trying to find my way! I know for sure that you don't find your way by saying "This is where I am going to go and this is what I am going to do and that is what I am going to become!" Rather, you find your way by charting out the paths that you've already taken, the turns that you've already made, the notes you jotted down when you asked people for directions! You put that all together, and it is by these things that you find your way!

Merry Christmas To All!

My novella, Saint Paul Trois Châteaux: 1948, may currently be downloaded for FREE into your Kindle device! I gave this promo the name "The World Didn't End promo." At least, that's what it says in my Kindle author dashboard (I don't think anyone else can see it!) So, in celebration of the world not ending (or as a way to soothe your disappointment over the world not ending), I offer you my novella for free download on Kindle, from today through December 27! Consider this my Christmas gift to you, as well! 

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If you have any problems or questions, please don't hesitate to ask, and I will try my best to help you! I'm also new at offering promos, so I am crossing my fingers hoping that I have done everything successfully and nobody has any problems downloading! For any inquiries or if you need any assistance, please write on my Facebook Timeline.

The Reasons Why

The Reasons Why

The strangest things about me
Are how I trip over my words
Doubt myself every two seconds
And laugh in between all of that
Laughing at all the wrong times
And believing a little
And then not believing at all
 Everything at the same time!
I think you’ll like the way
My eyelids lower
To hide my soul sometimes
But then I think you can see
The small scars on my face
And want me
Or not want me
How can I feel so much
All at the same time?

The strangest things about me
May be the reasons why you’ll love me

Copyright © 2012 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.

What If Nothing Ever Ends?

Here's a truly frightening idea: What if the world never comes to an end? Have you ever thought of that? It seems like looking for the end of the world is more of an act of anticipation! Has anyone realized that over and over and over again, there have been "end dates" for humanity, yet we're still here until now? And just think, how much of those feelings are actually feelings of anticipation rather than dread? I think it is the instinct of humanity to search for a final end to this world, and the true fear lies in the idea that the world might not ever end! Take a moment of your time to contemplate that thought: nothing ever ending! Now, that's a true fear, if I may say so myself!

Emerald Meditations

I wanted to just share a portion of our reading today from Meditations (Marcus Aurelius). I guide my eleven year old son, Gilead, through the ancient texts, and Meditations is one of our favourites. Here's a short verse from the pages we read today:

15. Let people's tongues and actions be what they will, my business is to be good. And make the same speech to myself, that a piece of gold, or an emerald, or purple should. Let people talk and act as they please; I must be an emerald, and I must keep my colour.

This is not the only verse wherein Marcus Aurelius speaks of the colour purple and of being emerald, but while we were reading today, I simply felt like sharing this verse with all of you. 

In other news, tomorrow is the beginning of a new millennia. I spoke about this briefly on my Facebook page. We don't know exactly what is going to happen, or not happen, with regards to earth-shattering or earth-shaking events; but there are some things that we DO know for SURE: 

December 21 is:

1. The beginning of the astronomical age of Aquarius (exiting Pisces and entering into Aquarius).
2. The beginning of the Winter Solstice.

As for everything else, it's all up to personal interpretation and beliefs! If anything at all, the date is significant in that it has had the power to capture the imagination and even the hearts and souls of mankind! Everyone knows something about tomorrow, the "something" being a personal journey for each one.

If the earth falls apart tomorrow or is thrown out of orbit or whatever, rest assured I will look great for this grand finale! I will go to sleep tonight wearing mascara, lipstick, sexy boots, and a killer outfit! It will only happen once, and a girl's gotta look great for once-in-a-lifetime events! 

Pictures of Who I Am

I was recently thinking about the big difference in how others see me, and how I see myself. And also, the difference between all of that, and who I really am. I was thinking about it, because I realized that the way we act is the way we see ourselves/ is in accordance to the vision of ourselves that we have in the front of our minds. But this doesn't necessarily always coincide with what we really are like, or what others see us as. For example, I don't look like a writer, but I am a writer. I don't look like someone who has many thoughts and has a brain, yet I am, and I do have a brain. You can look one way on the outside, but be totally different on the inside. So I thought of putting these recent thoughts of mine into pictures, to give everyone a visual of what I've been thinking.

People usually see me like this:

Like this:
Midnight in Paris by Barbara Ziegler

Like this:

Like this: 

Or like this:
Nanne Nyander

But I see myself as this:

And as this:

But what am I really like? I'm probably really like this:

Pure Laughter by Amith Nag

And this:




And this:

So what does that really make me? Perhaps we are a combination of the things that we see ourselves as, others see us as, and the things we know deep within we're really most like! But I will probably always feel like I am Milady de Winter, or Lauren Bacall lighting a cigarette, giving everyone a dirty, enchanting look from under her eyebrows! I wonder if we should see ourselves as everyone else sees us? Or maybe it's about knowing and being acquainted with our own souls, then being true to that? Maybe it's an ever-changing journey! Still, Milady de Winter is a fun thing to be! Cheers!

What about YOU? Put together your own "soul picturebook" and see what you come up with!

Angels and Demons, God and Man

According to Enoch, in The Book of Enoch, the sons of God (the angels) who were watching over mankind, fell in love with humanity and all her frailties, vulnerabilities, and weaknesses. They saw that she (humanity), could be helped, they wanted to share their secrets and the mysteries of Heaven with mankind, they wanted to give gifts and to comfort and to uplift! They saw the changes that needed to be made in order to elevate humanity to higher levels of occupancy in the universe, so they chose to become a part of humanity, themselves! They knew that infiltrating the human race would serve as a doorway to transform it! They took women as their wives, and had offspring upon the earth. But because of this, they were thrown into Tartarus, bound up and concealed in darkness! Hidden so that their faces could never again see any form of light! Not the light of God, not the light of man, not the light of the sun!

At first, we ask ourselves why such utter damnation fell upon them, just for falling in love with mankind! And my heart bleeds for the angels, who gave so much for nothing. Was it worth it? Was the human race worth suffering an eternity for? And look! Look at what she has done with all those secrets and all those mysteries! Nothing! Nothing but evil! Even if you shine a light so brightly into the faces of  man, so that they will change, they still never change their ways! And where is a righteous man who will stand up in the name of justice, even if this justice does not benefit himself? Show me a single righteous woman who will take a stand for what is right, even if that stand does not benefit herself! There is none! At least, I have known none! So I cannot say otherwise, because I can only speak from what I have known!

Perhaps God knew that it would not be worth it, that's why the angels were damned! It hasn't been worth it, for the past millennia! So why would it be worth it, now? Now that we are entering into a new one? Maybe it won't depend on angels and demons, maybe it needs to depend on humanity, itself! It's time that humanity stand on her own two feet! Take responsibility for the pains she has caused Heaven, Earth, and Hell! And suffer the consequences! Am I being too harsh? I don't know, maybe. But I can't help but see mankind as a race that angels and other godlike beings have suffered too long for! She deceives with her apparent innocence, but betrays with her true intent! But if it is not a time to finally suffer, then perhaps it is really a time to finally change! The need for change must come from within their own hearts, because no matter of shining any light, has done any good, for so long! There should be a turning point– either evolve, or be forgotten!

Copyright © 2012 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.

Warning: I do not recommend reading the book of Enoch. It is not a reading which will be safe for everyone. You need the supervision of archangels to even begin reading this writing, and if not, you will be thrown into a wild confusion. Therefore, please don't attempt to.

The Wind Among The Reeds

Mongan Laments The Change 
That Has Come Upon Him And 
His Beloved

(1899, W.B. Yeats)

Do you not hear me calling, white deer with
no horns!
I have been changed to a hound with one red
I have been in the Path of Stones and the
Wood of Thorns,
For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire
and fear
Under my feet that they follow you night and
A man with a hazel wand came without sound;
He changed me suddenly; I was looking
another way;
And now my calling is but the calling of a
And Time and Birth and Change are
hurrying by.
I would that the boar without bristles had
come from the West
And had rooted the sun and moon and stars
out of the sky
And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning
to his rest.

I was reading The Wind Among The Reeds with my son Gilead, today, and this poem resonated with me personally. For some reason, the words in this poem move in harmony with my thoughts that hope is often a source of pain, and perchance you're better off not hoping for anything!

An Illuminated December!

Today I'm excited to announce my long-awaited TWELVE DAYS OF DECEMBER SALE! 

First of all, I'd like to say Happy Holidays to those of you who will be celebrating festivities this month! December is always a big month around the world, for a variety of reasons! We have Christmas, of course, but for those who don't celebrate Christmas; we have Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Yalda, Saturnalia, Saint Lucy's Day, Saint Stephen's Day, Winter Solstice, Hogmanay, Look on the Bright Side Day(Ironically, coincides with the end of the Mayan Calendar this year which is "supposed" to be the end of the world!), National Chocolate Covered Anything Day (Come on, anyone can celebrate this one!), Ice Cream Day (Hurray!), Human Rights Day, Poinsettia Day, International Civil Aviation Day, Wear Brown Shoes Day (Yes.), Roots Day (No, it's not the day to visit your hairstylist!), and so on and so forth! Yes, there are even more holidays in December! So as you can see, no matter who you are or where you live, December is the month of festivities and felicitations! And if you're not the type of person to care about happy traditions and joyous festivities (hello, Ebenezer), the lights which illuminate everything during this season, should be enough to bring you warmth in the heart and a smile on your face!

There's been some whispering going around, as to what I've got up my sleeve for December (since I hinted at some plans a little earlier on my Facebook Page) and today I'm excited it's finally December 1, because now I get to announce that for the FIRST TWELVE DAYS OF DECEMBER, ALL OF MY BOOKS WILL BE ON FIFTY PERCENT DISCOUNT! For twelve days in this twelfth month in the year of 2012! The beauty in this, is that it allows you to create gift bundles! That means, you can buy all three of my books and bundle them up as a single gift for someone, which would be a lot more affordable with this 50% off of each book! And if you're wondering how I can do this, well, discount codes like this are intended for wholesalers (those bookstores who will place an order for 15 or 20 books at a time); but I want to give this discount out to individuals, all of you my readers, as a special treat for this month of December! Do take advantage of it! I also encourage you to become wholesalers, yourselves! If you want to buy 10 or 50 copies, go ahead! You can then resell them elsewhere for the full price!

Here's the code: P5TN9Q6Z

All you have to do is copy that code and then paste it in the blank box when you see this:

This discount applies to all three of my books

For The Sun Is Snowing: Poems, Parables and Pictures ; please click here.

For The Suns Snow And The Sands Move: A thing of magic, a gift of poetry and prose ; please click here.

For Saint Paul Trois Châteaux: 1948 ; please click here. 

I wish all of you a full 31-day event of happiness, all throughout this month of December! You know, if we all make it past the 21'st!

"Even if I knew the world would end tomorrow, I would continue to plant my apple trees."
~ Traditionally attributed to Martin Luther, but could have been written/ voiced by Thoreau or Goethe.

Even if the world ends tomorrow, buy my books today! Hurry, this ends on December 13!

Here's some December music to put you into good cheer and ring in the Holiday spirit:

Taking A Good Look At Beauty

Just want to share something I recently discussed on my Facebook Page...

I feel like people today are confused in the area of beauty and substance. In our modern days, it seems like people either have a disdain for physical beauty so that they may "go on the path of enlightenment" or they have such an adoration for physical beauty that they believe any enlightenment of the soul would contradict that. Its funny, and it is a modern-day dilemma. Perhaps the minds of people cannot marry the two together? But beauty is the ultimate form of the wholeness and highness of every philosophy. Plato himself said, the only good in pondering is to be able to see beauty when it is there. Yes, this pertains to inner beauty also, but there is nothing wrong with outer beauty, and in fact outer beauty is highly prized by the gods, the angels, and man; if one is to study the ancient ways, one will see that the creation of every single beautiful statue that we so admire today, is because of the adoration of physical beauty! If not for that, David wouldn't be so beautiful as depicted by Michelangelo. Oh, all of the statues would be ugly! All of the paintings would be unsightly! As a matter of fact though, the great driving force of Michelangelo and those like him, was the beauty of the human body. Enter modern day times and people have become so incapable of encompassing anything more than one train of thought! If you are a truly enlightened individual, there is no need to make dull your outer shell in order to allow your inner light to shine! Beauty is a beautiful thing, there is nothing wrong with seeing it in the eyes and appreciating it with the mind and the heart. Let us expand our expectations. Beauty is given more to some and less to others, just as the light of the soul is brighter in some and dim in others, there is no fault in seeing these differences.

“...for the object of education is to teach us to love beauty.” (Plato)

I received a comment from David Shand in Scotland, he said: "Inner beauty shines brightly on the outside and overrides what is on the outside. When someone is beautiful both on the inside and the outside it is such a bonus. Some of the most beautiful of little birds look so plain on the outside but stun you into silence when you hear the beauty of their song. It is amzing those talented individuals of the human race who extend beautiful creations inside of them in to the world for others to admire and adore through the ages."

To which I replied: "I like your example of the birds! Makes me think of the Nightingale! A plain bird with a beautiful song! But then there are also the beautiful birds that also have equally beautiful songs. Perhaps it is the "stunning" part that gets to people so much (when they don't expect something to sing so beautifully, they become so delighted when it does, as opposed to seeing the beautiful bird and then expecting to hear a beautiful song.) This all reminds me of a piece which I once wrote, entitled "The Error of Mortal Men" ; wherein I discuss that mortals delight in their own discovery of something whether it be a shadow in a perfect diamond, or a faint beautiful reflection in an extremely dull mirror! This is why, people delight in finding a flaw in the beautiful one, and delight in finding something beautiful in the ugly one. People always complain why they don't get what they want, but the truth is, people do not want what they think they want!"

"What if the man could see Beauty Itself, pure, unalloyed, stripped of mortality and all its pollution, stains, and vanities, unchanging, divine, ... the man becoming in that communion, the friend of God, himself immortal; ... would that be a life to disregard?" (Plato)

I wanted to share this discussion here, while taking it even further. I wanted to point out, that beauty amongst people is not a very prevalent thing. And I am talking about true physical beauty, not just whatever or whoever is walking down that catwalk. There is true physical beauty in the world, its just not a prevalent thing. It's rare like diamonds, and it is desired like diamonds. Truth is, everyone would choose to be beautiful if they had the chance to choose that, nobody would say "No thanks, I'll pass." But in the world today there seems to be such a huge amount of justification of ugliness, that it feels unreal already. The idea that every unsightly person has a beautiful soul, is erroneous! It's a misleading concept, and just because you grab onto every unsightly person you see who has a beautiful personality, that does not represent everyone. There are beautiful people on the outside who possess amazing character and beautiful souls, then there are those who are beautiful on the outside and ugly on the inside, just like there are those who are ugly on the outside and beautiful on the inside; but then there are those who are not physically beautiful, and they're really not great people, either! There are lots of spiteful, unforgiving, bitter, hateful ugly people! Are you kidding me?

“And the true order of going, or being led by another, to the things of love, is to begin from the beauties of earth and mount upwards for the sake of that other beauty, using these steps only, and from one going on to two, and from two to all fair forms to fair practices, and from fair practices to fair notions, until from fair notions he arrives at the notion of absolute beauty, and at last knows what the essence of beauty is.” (Plato; The Symposium)

I wonder if this mindset in question is a product of Hollywood. Just as the romantic poor man is a product of Hollywood; the romantic idea that every poor man is a wonderful man and every rich man is a douchebag! I can attest to the fact that there are rich douchebags, but then you will find no such pride in the world as the pride of the poor man! It's not the rich man who's proud, it's the poor man who's proud and stubborn! Because it's the only thing he's got! His pride! Apparently there is that attempt to romanticize the unromantic and to beautify or rectify the undesirable! Why is this the case? Shouldn't we see things for what they are? Certainly there are rich douchebags, but then there are poor douchebags, as well!

People read the things that I write, and imagine in their minds that I am a lowly, unattractive person. I know this because they actually message me and tell me that they're shocked that I didn't meet their "expectations." This obviously means that people have an ingrained belief that wisdom, substance, enlightenment, love, peace, freedom, etc., cannot be embodied by anyone who is not plain and lowly. Why is this? This is not what the ancients thought like! Has humanity really come so far from her ancient fathers? Really that far? When people look at my face, they cannot reconcile my writings to my outer appearance? Why does humanity have such a low opinion of beauty? This is an insult to Venus, to Aphrodite! To Athena and Selene!

“What shall we say about those spectators, then, who can see a plurality of beautiful things, but not beauty itself, and who are incapable of following if someone else tries to lead them to it, and who can see many moral actions, but not morality itself, and so on? That they only ever entertain beliefs, and do not know any of the things they believe?” (Plato; The Republic)

I will leave you with some videos of beautiful birds with beautiful songs! Hope you enjoy!

The Color of God

When asked what "race" I think God is, I answer, God is multi-racial! All of the races on earth, I believe, are the different emanations of the race of God! All the full races on earth are a single emanation of one small part of the "blood" of God. Every race on earth shares a small part in the whole racial structure of God, that is what I believe. To be multi-racial is to be just a little more like God. It is odd how people can believe that everything is an emanation of God, but then believe that God most assuredly looks like what they look like (if they are white, they think God is white, so on and so forth.) But if everything is an emanation of God, then every race is an emanation of God, a small part of God. Therefore, the total structure of the race of God is not a single thing, but the whole of many things. Funny how a white person will see himself as "full white" or a black person will see herself as "full black," so on and so forth, and think that his/her essence represents fullness– again with the arrogance. The fullness of man is a small speck of God. God is multiracial.

Copyright © 2012 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.

The paradox of atheism

If you ask the religious person "What do you believe in?" he will tell you about one thing. But if you ask him "What do you not believe in?" he will tell you about many, many things! And if you ask an atheist "What do you believe in?" he will say "Nothing." The only difference between an atheist and a religious person, is one thing. If one thing isn't there, there would be no difference at all! When I say I am losing my religion, I am not saying that I'm losing my belief; but I am saying that I'm losing my disbeliefs.

I have written pieces about atheism time after time (it would be beneficial for you to click on these three links first before proceeding with this reading.) Today I want to talk about the paradox of atheism. I do believe that atheism has come about as a result of religion; this in itself is a paradox, because this means that atheism is the product of religion. Is atheism the ultimate, secret goal of religion? That is a far-out question, and the answer is probably not, but then there is always the small probability that's left to the imagination.

Atheists do not believe in God, because they cannot accept the God that religion presents to all of mankind. They see the inconsistencies, the lies, the violence, and the faults. They disagree with the God of religions, and so they determine by this that there is no God. This is a paradox! Their disbelief has come about as an exact parallel opposite of the religious belief!

I am non-religious, which means I do not believe in religion, but does not mean that I don't believe in God. Why must I cease to believe in God, just because I do not believe in what people have instated about God? If I become an atheist because I cannot believe in what people have instated about God, then that would mean I believe what religion says about God! Which would mean that I believe in religion! Are you following me here? The atheist believes in religion so much, that he/she is actually willing to not believe in any God, at all, because the face of God in religion is just so misconstrued, deformed, manipulated, and twisted! I on the other hand, being non-religious, do believe in God because I don't believe what religious people and religion have to say about God! 

Through studying history, we can see that the human race has always believed in God. We see God in every single culture, ethnical background and practice on the face of this earth! Man is born with a spark of God inside of Him, therefore he seeks to replenish this source: man seeks to find God. That is just the way it has always been. We have evidence of all sorts of spiritual practices from all over this globe! One may argue that there is violence in all forms of spirituality, and I agree with the belief that if there is violence then this is not beneficial to the soul at any level! But then one can also counter argue the fact that violence may creep its way into anything, wherever there is a corrupt soul born into the earth, with which I also agree in the belief that it is the form of soul which created the outer action, not the outer action that molds the soul! On the other hand, there are those forms of spirituality that are truly peaceful and contain no forms of violence, such as Taoism, Buddhism, etc. Notwithstanding, the point of this paragraph is, mankind is born with a connection to God, and seeks to hold the root of that in its hand. And why am I pointing this out? I am pointing this out because I want you to take notice of the fact that atheism is a new movement which has truly come about as a result of organized religion. 

When did Christianity come about? Well, not so long after Christ's death, the Romans came along and took Christ and decided to create a religion around Him– Voilà we have Catholicism and then Protestantism as a result of a rebellion against Catholicism. And there you have it, the major religions of the more modern-day-era have emerged! Islam is a major religion, as well as Judaism, but those are not modern-day religions, those are ancient religions! So if Christianity came about only after Christ's death, then that means Jesus wasn't a Christian? Yes of course that's what it means. Then what was Jesus? Well, we know that Jesus was most definitely not a Pharisee or a Sadducee , because we can see in the Bible that Jesus was the enemy of the Pharisees and the Sadducees. So what was Jesus? The answers to some questions shouldn't be answered by another person, but must be answered by yourself! But we know what he wasn't– he wasn't a practicing Jew of the major forms of Judaism in his day– that of the Pharisee and the Sadducee (which is why the Jews won't accept him as Messiah.) And he wasn't a Christian, because Christianity didn't exist yet! If there's one thing we do know, its that he was a radical! He came along, and told the holiest Rabbis of his day (to their faces) that they were hypocrites and would burn in hell, then sat around eating and drinking with tax collectors and prostitutes. He was the first person in recorded history to create the frame of thought "Let he who has no sin cast the first stone." Huh. Funny that he sounds nothing like the Jesus of the Catholics and the protestants, no?

I am non-religious, because I believe that God is far greater than all religions. I am non-religious because I do not believe what religion has to say and am not impressed by the religious. I am non-religious, because I retain the right to believe in the many truths placed into the never-ending universe by God. I am non-religious because I can see God in everything, not in just one thing. I am non-religious because I have sought and I have found.

Copyright © 2012 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.

A short, astronomical thought

As some of you may already know, I am an amateur astronomer. My books tell me that the universe is so vast, the human mind cannot even come to terms with it. In our galaxy alone, there are billions of earth-like planets, billions of suns (I'm talking in terms of hundreds of billions here), and billions of solar systems. The fabric of the universe is intensely dense but at the same time considered as barren space (everything is in nothing but then nothing is in everything). When one thinks about the Milky Way Galaxy, one cannot even fathom that vastness – his own vastness (of his own galaxy) but then the truth is that, there are trillions of galaxies in the universe! The planet earth resides in only one of these galaxies! The universe is eternity– it is continually expanding and what is it expanding from? It is already expanding from eternity! The limitless grows to become even more limitless! Therefore, based upon these facts, these truths, I am astounded at the thought that anyone on this earth could even begin to think that there is no other form of intelligent life in outer space. In fact, how the hell could there not be any other form of life elsewhere? Why are people comfortable with what they can explain and immediately feel insecure when approached with something for which they have no explanation? This is a form of arrogance mixed with cowardice. And why is it that if something doesn't fit into our scientific mold (which is more like a minute, tiny, little thimble in the universe), we laugh and consider it to be hogwash? Why, we've only had how many thousands of years of civilization to come up with scientific theories and thoughts? And we think we can fit eternity into these finite ideologies? Come on now. Let go of arrogance, and open yourself up to the world, and then beyond!

Copyright © 2012 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.


I thought I'd elaborate on my closing thoughts in the post I made below (bad mothers). "So how are we to see our children?"

As we have already discussed, it is the selfish view of one's children as "self-embellishments" onto one's own self and life, that is repugnant. It is repugnant, but it is all too common. I won't reiterate every point I've already surfaced, because you can read the earlier post, yourself. I want to expound on the beautiful nature of the relationship between mother and child, without repeating what I've already said.

I personally don't shout out from the tops of the roofs that I'm a mother. As you can see, I don't have the classic "mother, writer, sister, blogger" at the top of this blog, and not even often in my author descriptions. I have no opinions about those who do use the word mother as an adjective in describing themselves, for all I know, they are simply proud and happy to be mothers! I can only look inward into my own consciousness and know my own self. I know that I feel strongly against using the word "mother" often, as an adjective to describe myself. I write about being a mother with much fondness and affection, but at the same time I don't milk that cow. I feel (personally) that I am uncomfortable with the idea of doing that. Yes, when my son came along, he made me a mother, but then I don't see that as a hat that I wear, I rather see that as a deep description of my relationship with my son at a seed level.

What if you were a spring of water bursting forth from the earth and a bird of paradise came to drink from you? Is the bird of paradise a form of embellishment for the spring of water? In my eyes, it is not. The wellspring of fresh, pure water is a source of life and a sustenance of life, for the bird of paradise. Once the bird comes along, you become a source for that bird! You have become the giver, not the taker, but in that very same instant there is a beautiful relationship that happens! The essence of you is brought forth by the bird seeing you as a source of life and sustenance! The essence of the wellspring of water is brought forth by the bird who drinks of your life-giving nature! So you have given, but in your giving your beautiful essence is brought forth; not through self-embellishment and sticking the bird into yourself to decorate you; but the very material of your essence is brought forth by the divine act of giving from the very nature of what you are made of. This is the area, the plane, where the relationship of mother and child must thrive! This is the living, existing Eden for mother and her child, the sacred beauty of the relationship. Anything else has fallen short.

If you seek to replenish your insecurities, your lack, your losses, your bitterness, resentment, and spite, through the means of your children, you will never enter into this Eden, unless you fully see what I am trying to show you. There is no selfishness that exists in the spring's relationship with the bird, yet in giving of herself, the spring has been able to receive replenishment and confirmation of the very fabric of her essence, from the bird. This is the relationship in it's most perfect form.

In the heart of God, lies the heart of both a mother and a father. It is the very material of the nature of God to give, and the pleasure lies not in what we can do for God, but the pleasure of God lies in how we are there to replenish and confirm the very fabric of His essence.

Copyright © 2012 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.

Bad Mothers

Why are bad mothers among those who have the highest expectations and opinions of their children? This is the question I want to examine, today.

First, we need to identify what case of "bad mother" we are looking at here; I want to look at the mother who sees their children as an accessory to their lives: insurance policies in a marriage, a means to step into a higher class of society, a new way to live down past childhood insecurities– all in all, when one sees their children as self-embellishments. That's the kind of bad mother we're going to discuss today. Of course I know there are much worse out there, but then anything worse than what I'm proposing, I consider to be a product of Hades (seriously, because Hades has his own posterity too), so let's not go there. Without giving any thought on judging the reasons people get married (I personally believe that's 100% none of my business), let's look at the active, apparent choices that bad mothering exudes.

So, back to the question: Why is it that a bad mother is most likely to be of the persuasion that her child/children must shine the brightest? I'm not saying that all mothers who want their children to shine the brightest are bad mothers; I'm talking about the moms who compare their own kids to other happier, more intelligent, well-rounded children whilst the green-eyed monster takes ahold of them! For some reason, they cannot accept that in this big world there exists those who are better (especially because they are terrible mothers, of course other kids are going to turn out better!) In their unrelenting pursuit to fill the many voids within themselves, they fail to connect with their children/child at a seed level. They fail to become that pillar of wisdom, the gentle touch of the potter's hand! They forget to see their child.

I think I understand this phenomena. We must not have a hate, but an understanding. A woman who sees her children as a means of self-embellishment, in any way, is mainly just thinking about herself. Her insecurities. How she didn't shine when she was little. How the kids back then were mean to her. One day when she has kids with a rich man, she's going to make sure that they don't live the life that she lived! There's a tremendous amount of unaddressed insecurity there. Bitterness and spite. Every time another kid in the class is happier, shines brighter, this mama once again feels the sting of her yesteryears. Her focus is all on herself, really. Instead of seeing her children/child as their own people with their own lives who are her biggest blessings to have and to hold and to teach and to mold; she sees her offspring as a second chance at her own life! The life she once only dreamt of. And so the child becomes an object. Yes, the object is living, breathing, laughs and cries– but it is an object nonetheless. It is not a bearer of a unique destiny, the bearer of an individual soul!

So how are we to see our children? Well, I believe that children have souls, those souls could be older and wiser than our own, we never know right away! There are many old fools that have grown old as baby souls while there are some children who were born emperors and empresses! A child isn't about you. I'm sorry, but once you become a mother, you are about your child! It's time to create sacrifices in the form of letting go of your insecurities, bitterness, spite, unforgiveness– for the very sake of your child/children! Maybe you never did make amends; but now's the time to forget all of that!  If you are to throw away that gift from your mind and your heart, and would rather see yourself as a prism of light with attachments that happen to have come from your womb– well, it's time for some metanoia! It's time for some true change. (Click here to continue this thought...)

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Your judgement of others could be the single greatest obstruction in the path of your destiny.

The minute she was born into this world
Her soul was rooted into her path of destiny
Looking unto the rainbow that cast itself
Ever so gracefully over her horizon
She looked into her destiny with eyes
Free of defilement and hurt
The path was straight, the rainbow was
Painted vibrantly onto the air
There was no way she would get lost
She stood at the beginning of her destiny
Her soul peered through her path
Her eyes fixated onto her destination
It was grand and good, molded by God’s hands

The minute she stepped into church
She was taught to see sin
This was the sin of others
That was the sin of those people
These were the sins of her neighbors
Herself, her family, her friends...
The preacher taught her repentance
The priest taught her to identify insufficiency
On her path where she stood, her gaze
Began to falter as she turned to face the left
And the right: seeking for the sins in others
She began to point, she began to scorn
She began to take offense in actions that did her no wrong

The minute she lost focus of her beautiful rainbow
Her horizon was out of sight
She strayed to the left, she strayed to the right
In pursuit of all that was wrong with the world
All that was wrong with all the people in it
Her vision was no longer set on what was her own
But was set on the shortcomings that were not her own
With these judgments, she filled the void that was inside her soul
The great ravine dug by the hands of her many judgments
The many catechisms tempted her astray
They say sin is temptation
But no greater a temptation is there that exists
Than one’s own attraction to self-righteousness

The hands of judgments covered her eyes
The songs of insecurities sang her intoxicated
She drank on wines of wrath and spite
It was her own pursuit of holiness that
Turned her into a whore; a squanderer of ignorance
She desecrated her own mind
With her judgments of others
The shit in her mind fouled not the people
But only trashed her own spirit!
Until she found herself standing
In the very shoes she once despised
All too soon, she found herself standing
In the very shoes she once reviled

Looking into a mirror, she saw the very person
That she had once looked down upon
Looking into a mirror, she saw the very soul
That she had once counted as a candidate for hell
“Oh God, forgive me!” She felt shame, shame, shame
And remembered the first day of her birth
The way she once saw her destiny, her journey, her destination:
With untainted eyes, open and fixated!
With untainted eyes, transparent and free!
She remembered how it once was
How it should have always been
And saw how far away from that path she’d strayed
Her roots so far away

“I am nothing but a whore of holiness”
“Oh God, release me from my bonds!”
Step after painstaking step
Sojourning on the path of true light
The weight of the past years crumbled and fell
While she journeyed closer and closer to the light
The veil over her eyes cracked like desert earth
It dissolved like useless dust
Each step taking her home, bringing her home
Until she finally stood back at her point of birth
Where all the memories returned
She saw through newborn eyes, once again
The rainbow in the horizon

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In The World of Typeface

Fonts are just powerful. Typeface, I have to say, is one of the most powerful little things in the world, in this day and age! I know for a fact, through observation and keen empathy, that one can change the nature of the feeling that is expressed by a writing, just by changing the font that the piece is written in! I have tested this in fact; by changing each stanza of one of my poems, into a different typeface and though the entire poem is a collective idea, each stanza immediately began to tell its own story in a unique voice! I immediately began to see a different type of person speaking the lines to my face! One was leaning on a window with a cigarette; chic and worldly wise! The other whispered skillfully, another spoke with eyes transparent and open, eyes that conveyed wholeheartedness and sincerity! Another undermined itself, like a woman possessing understated elegance!

Today, I have created a positive change for myself, by changing the type of fonts used in my POP mail accounts on my desktop! I chose Alex Antiqua Book for the headers, and Centaur for the main messages. The feel was immediately free-flowing and serene, as if I could read an entire serious message and just breathe a sweet smile at the end of it all, as if the Centaur font had just given me the power to take over the world!

How does one tune in to the influence of the typeface? I believe it requires very honed and keen empathy– the ability to recognize the emotions as they form and unfold in the air, in relation to even the tiniest things that have triggered them!

Interestingly, Alex Antiqua Book transpires beautifully as a typeface for headings, but not for main text! Centaur is serene as a main text while Perpetua is solid and dependable. Aaaahhhh... we could all change the world! By choosing our fonts more carefully! And by caring about our fonts more often!

To Which School of Thought Do You Belong?

"I’d rather be first in a little Iberian village, than second in Rome." (Julius Caesar)
– Motto of Gangsters.

"I am not an Athenian or a Greek, but a citizen of the world." (Socrates)
– Motto of demi-gods.

A Burning Set of Questions

I am currently faced with the search for answers to a burning set of questions. I primarily ask myself "When your visions supersede the visions of those who are supposed to be responsible for providing the best for you, how do you expect to create that positive change?" I think this burns in the hearts of many people at many different levels and for a variety of reasons. If the people of a nation have visions that supersede those of their government, what can those citizens do to change their country? But this should be a question that is over and done with, given the fact that we have seen beautiful visions materialize in many different nations. We have The Velvet Revolution in the Czech Republic, The Singing Revolution in the Baltic States, etc etc etc. However, there are those nations that still exist in darkness. We have many third world nations ruled mostly by the mindset of elitism, and what visions can prosper in the atmosphere of elitism?

We have seen communism overthrown various times and so one may ask him/herself "If communism can fall, how much more elitism?" But look at this, while communism imposes equality for all, elitism embeds in the minds of people that they are only worth how much is found in their bank accounts. People grow up this way, it is engraved upon them at a volatile age, they are formed in the mold of belief that their visions do not matter, that their opinions are worth less, that their desires will amount to nothing, that their passion for change will not hold water. How do you topple the dark dragon who thrives in its own small, toxic atmosphere? On the other end of this same table, are those who grew up being taught that they are worth more than everybody else, due to the large sum of their bank accounts, that them and their offspring are/ or should shine brighter or be better. They are surrounded by those who whisper things in their ears that they so long to hear, they are cushioned in their small worlds, and believe things that they deem as universal truths, meanwhile, they exist in a small bubble cut off from reality. They are surprised by reality, they are taken aback by the world, they lie to themselves about themselves and about other people. They cannot see their own reflections in their mirrors. How does one give reality to those who have not been given the chance to acquire wisdom? To even simply look at their own reflections in the mirror? Because the first step to the acquisition of wisdom, the first step into reality, is the seeing of your own true reflection in the mirror: look at what you really are! Realities cannot be hand-picked, especially when they are being picked out of a very small box.

Questions like these, are not of my primary concern in life. But they are of primary concern in the lives of millions of people in this world. Millions of people suffer under "dark dragons." Millions of people are made to feel like they are of less importance, on a daily basis, by the use of everyday words and actions. They have learned to accept these feelings, to not reject these feelings, to act as if they deserve that treatment. And what can we do? What do we do? We can carry a mirror in our souls and lift this mirror into the faces of these big dragons in small places, showing them their reflections for what they are truly like; but does this really change anything? Does this really make any difference in the lives of millions? Should we be happy to light a small flame, a small spark? Or should we realize that monsters create monsters and feed upon monsters and this is their abode and monsters should be allowed to have their caves and dwell with their bats? Yes, we all love the equines and the dolphins, but who is to say that bats should not exist? Darkness is darkness– should we let it be?

Only one man and all of this.

You only need one man to love you. But him to love you free like a wildfire, crazy like the moon, always like tomorrow, sudden like an inhale and overcoming like the tides. Only one man and all of this.

"Natural Magic" by Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale (1872- 1945)

I recently shared this piece of art on my Facebook Page, along with my writing as seen above. There is something I would like to briefly discuss. First of all this was done in pencil and watercolor by the British Pre-Raphaelite, Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale, who bursted into the said era with color and vibrancy! She came onto the scene in the latter years of the artistic era, nevertheless, she remains one of the most celebrated Pre- Raphaelites and one of the very few women to grace this era, as well! Now with all that been said, I want to point out something that I think allows people from two mindsets to see this one piece of art in two entirely different lights. It all has to do with the crown in the hands of the woman! Now, when I first looked at the crown in her hands, perpetually suspended above the man's head, I immediately believed that she was adorning his head with a crown, because she had crowned him, she had chosen him to be her "only one", she chooses him to be her only one and crowns his head with her favor! Then after studying the work of art for a while longer, I realized that it could be seen in two lights; the first one being the light in which I immediately saw it, while the other one being in the light that she is removing his crown! So which one is it? Is she crowing him, or is she dethroning him? To which school of thought do you subscribe?

I think that seeing this photo in either light, tells the heart a tale of truth! Because I believe that to crown a man with your favor is one of the most honorable and noble expressions of a woman's love! Oh yes, in the streets (like on internet forums and in magazines) we hear so much of women complaining how men think themselves to be kings and princes or what not! But when you take yourself out of the streets, you can take yourself to a place where the crown of favor is something a woman desires to give and a man desires to accept (as you can see in the painting above, he is at her feet, swooning over her in adoration). There is nothing shameful about being a man's crown, or in crowing a man with your favor. Afterall, you must realize that if you are the one crowning him, that means you are the one from whence the crown came! You're the original royal!

Now, for those of you who see this is her "dethroning" the king/prince, I nonetheless see this as a beautiful allegory! To reduce a king or a prince to nothingness in the presence of your womanhood is just a day's work in the realm of Venus! And so a depiction of magnificence that is brought into the levels of gentleness and adoration (we see the man kneeling at her feet) is a profession of love, and it's a very beautiful one! Yes, yes, in this day and age of "expert dating books" and "expert relationship advice" people are taught the craft of manipulations and deceptions and the "game" as if love is a competition! As we can see from this timeless work of art, such isn't the case, it doesn't need to be the case. And that's why I like this painting so much! Because it has the power to take people's minds out of the gutters and allow them see love through the original eyes of the soul! 


Box of Macaroons

I was taught that the more I gave, the more I would receive. But then when I gave away all the macaroons in my box; I saw that I was left with no more macaroons! And everybody had already eaten all of the macaroons I'd given them, leaving not even a crumb for me! So then I concluded that the more I give, the more is gone! Now I keep my box of macaroons for me and for those I know love me too!

Joy To The World!

That's what I feel like right now! Marvelous! There's just nothing that can compare to how I feel upon finally being able to see the fruit of my labour! 

I am so pleased to announce that I beat my deadline (10-11-12) for the release of my newest book!

I passed my polished PDF (I proofed it nine times before finally feeling satisfied) and went to sleep, not expecting it to pass the review process in time (a process that consists of human experts viewing the final manuscript to see if it meets industry standards, which usually takes 48 hours); but lo and behold, this morning I woke up to the most pleasant surprise! My manuscript approved and ready at the printer! On the exact day that I dreamed of it to be born into the world! 10-11-12! I guess it was meant to be! I'm very happy with the cover of the book, which to me is in itself the beginning of the whole story! You see a girl in her ethereal blue dress walking on heavenly-vanilla sands and you know she's beautiful even from behind! You know she's going somewhere... a journey of discovery... to a shore that meets with the rest of the universe perhaps... oooohhhh what wondrous things she will find... and then you open the book and begin that journey, yourself

I really do just feel like releasing balloons into the air in celebration! It is just tremendously rewarding to reap the fruits of your labour! Especially when it is the labour of something that you so love! 

When I looked into the book's pricing, I was a little disappointed to see that the book is selling for the same price as the first edition (because it's expensive), but then in a few seconds I realized that this second edition is 170 pages thick while the first one was only 112 pages thick! And when I realized that, it made me so happy! I know I'm offering my book at a price that speaks for its quality, therefore, it's very affordable! You see, this is how books are priced at Createspace: first of all, the price has to cover the costs of manufacturing (of course) and then there are other costs, in the end they suggest to you the lowest possible price to cover all costs, and you can choose the lowest possible price or you can increase the first suggested price to increase your royalties. I'm offering my book to you at the lowest possible price of 
$ 31.99 which makes small royalties for me, but that price speaks for the grand quality of the book itself! I myself always like to know that I'm getting what I'm paying for! Felicitations!!!!!!!!! 

Of course, we can't possibly complete this celebration without some cake! So here's a celebration cake for all of you out there! Joy to the world! My book has come! 

I also want to share with you the list of participants, photographers who contributed to my book!

Get your copies soon, everybody! Joys and wonders to all! 

(All photos above belong to the public domain, belonging to or authored by no known source.)

10-11-12 Release Date

We finally have a release date for The Sun Is Snowing: Poems, Parables and Pictures! Mark your calendars for 10-11-12! That's October 11, 2012! 

Book cover photo by Ana Guerrero with her daughter Sofia in the beautiful blue dress.

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A short talk about the literary world

Do I think that the literary industry is an unfair world to be a part of? Well, most certainly. But then I don't go through life wishing for things to "be fair" so I can't complain.

Being an indie author is no piece of cake. As an indie author, I am not only an artist but I am an artisan as well, I not only am a writer but I am a book maker also, I not only create things with my heart and mind but I create things with the skill of my hands, too! And then I earn pennies. Now, compare that to the sponsored author who is backed by multi-million dollar publishing houses; all she/he has to do is write something and that's it. The sponsored author is lying in the wings, waiting for whatever the consumers want next, and then provides that for the consumers, which isn't difficult to do when the author is provided with everything: copyediting, marketing, advertising, distribution, promotions of the books and the person of the author, too! In a way, the sponsored author (usually called the traditional author), is providing a service. The traditional author is detached from the whole process because his/her involvement ends with the words at the back of the book "The End." In contrast, the indie author's journey has only just begun with the words "The End."

It's hurtful to read what the traditional authors and their multi-million dollar sponsors have to say about indie authors. After all, the main differences between the sponsored author and the indie author are that: the indie author works harder, puts more time and backbone into her craft, has most likely become attuned to the book making process, is most probably a headstrong person who won't write something just because its what the consumers want, is most probably a very dedicated individual who gives time and effort into his/her own copyediting, marketing, advertising, promotions, and etc. while the traditional author has less involvement in the whole process, is marketed and promoted and advertised and distributed by their sponsoring companies, and they (majority, but not all) always have this arrogant attitude while talking about indie authors as if indie authors are from a lower class! I think it's all very despicable, people trying to reassure themselves of their self-importance is the very reason why people lose class in the first place, so doing such a thing as a "proof of one's class" is just the echo of what classlessness is! By jove! The confusion of people! 

I have respect for traditionally published authors, and I don't wish for them to feel that they are lesser, after all, the world is so big with so many things in it, why do people always feel the need to make comparisons, anyway? But I must say that the indie author possesses a unique capability exhibited in the talent of being both artist and artisan, in being so attached to the whole process of what it means to be a book-maker, in being fully given to his/her craft and so fully given that he/she truly becomes a book-producer in the full sense of the word! It's just unfortunate that the traditional authors get all the praises because their publishers have all the money to send copies of their books everywhere in order to receive all of that praise (newspapers, magazines, bookings on t.v. shows, etc.) But you know, c'est la vie! That's life and I wish them all much success!

Much like the indie actor, is the indie writer. It's among the indie films that you will find such raw craftsmanship, yet you wont see those actors on billboards spread all over your main highway or in the tabloids! No, nobody even remembers the indie actors! Because they're thespians, they're not celebrities. They're actors, they're not entertainers. They love their craft, period.

Think about this. Walt Whitman, the author of Leaves of Grass, was an indie author. Paris Hilton, on the other hand, is a traditionally- published, sponsored "author", does that make her a better writer? Does that give her more "class"? What about all those other people who are actually paid by publishing companies to write anything at all for them, just because the companies know that they can cash in? Does that make them more respectable "authors"? 

We must all take a step back and think first. Life is not about proving one's self-importance to others and we shouldn't feel threatened by something that's different. I would be so pleased to see the day when sponsored authors feel secure with their status, secure enough to leave the indie authors alone. And all indie authors, we should wish the traditional ones well, because we all have our own lots in life and that is just the way it is! 


A short letter for you all...

As some of you may already know, I recently decided to stop "philosophizing" in public. Which means I decided to stop posting my philosophical visions in public places (mainly Facebook).

I'm naturally a shy individual, and I'm mortified at even the thought of speaking in front of many people. When I'm at meetings with several people, I feel utterly mortified after saying anything in front of them, my face starts turning red and everything! 

When I was three years old, I was supposed to be the flower girl at an important wedding. I remember standing there at the end of the aisle, the music was playing, I looked at everyone turning around in the pews to look at me, and I wouldn't budge! I decided not to move! So the minister actually had to call out to the congregation "Does anyone want to be the flower girl?"

When I was seven, I was the fastest reader and writer in class (I was also among the top five most brilliant students of the State of Florida), so come graduation, I was chosen to read a lyrical piece in front of the whole school in the auditorium with all the parents and teachers! I crossed my arms and said to the teacher "NO!" I simply refused to do it! And mark my words, when I didn't want to do something, NOBODY could make me do it!

Even now, when there are PTA meetings at my son's school, I really do feel mortified just to open my mouth to ask a question in front of all the other people that are there! So, such is the story of me! I never did see the importance in placing myself in front of people, I was quite content spending my time in nature, touching the roses (really) and walking in the streams (for real). It's not that I'm antisocial, because I love to meet new people and go to parties, and it's not that I'm a coward, because I can go to foreign lands I've never been to before, all alone, which is something that even grown men are afraid of doing (so they tell me)! It's just that I really don't like to place myself in front of an audience, that's all. 

On Facebook, every time that I say something, I feel like I'm standing on the other end of that church aisle on that wedding day I was supposed to be the flower girl in! I feel like that all over again, but then I go ahead and say it, anyway. I feel mortified every time, and it just becomes a nightmare when people challenge me in comments, people who clearly don't even understand what it is that I do. It's one thing to be questioned by people you know and trust, it's another thing to be poked by people you don't know at all. Back when there were only a few people on my page, it felt a lot better. But now, I really do feel like I'm standing on top of the Trevi Fountain, surrounded by masses from all over the world! And lots of them don't think before they speak (unfortunately).  So ultimately, even if you will miss my words, it's not benefiting me to say these things anymore. Afterall, they are just my words, aren't they?  

Anyway, it's really not that big of a deal. My books don't have anything to do with the things I say on Facebook, I think that people presume that the things I say on Facebook are the things I write about in my books, but that's not the case, the two are not related. Aside for this book I'm working on at the moment, in which I decided to incorporate some of that, as well.

I have never been interested in proving or showing to people that I am happy, I have only been interested in actually being happy. 


Labour of Love

As many of you already know, I am currently busting my arse on the second edition of my first published book The Sun Is Snowing. I'm excited about this book, because I am creating it in the form of a "field guide", meaning that I am binding together the things that I would like to keep all in one place– symbolic photos, images, my own theories, words by other people which I hold dear (like some words of my favorite ancient writers), of course the original poems in the first edition will be there as well as some new ones that haven't been seen before! It's like a field guide because I've included things that I really want to be able to go back to and remind myself of. The photos were chosen from hundreds of images, so I'm certain that they are exquisitely expressive of those sentiments I want to convey! I'm still not sure when the release date will be, I'm waiting to see a right time for that, at the moment I'm still perfecting the mold! Thank you all, for joining me on this journey which is so wretched at times yet so sweet in the end! A labour of love, indeed! 

An Introduction To Caithness Dialect

Caithness dialect is a language that, until recently while working on my second edition of The Sun Is Snowing which is entitled: The Sun Is Snowing: Poems, Parables and Pictures, I didn't even know existed! It is a Scottish dialect made up of ancient languages like Pictish and Norn! I especially like the language called "Pictish" as it has me imagining that it is a language spoken by all pixies! How divine! Anyway, the Caithness dialect sounds like a heavily-accented English, and has been watered-down through the ages because throughout history, according to my Scottish friend David Shand, the children were taught in school never to speak the local language, but only to speak English! In fact, if the children spoke the local languages in school, a sheep's skull would be tied around their necks to humiliate them! By jove! 

Anyway, you can find out why I needed to learn about the Caithness dialect for my second edition TSIS book, when you get your own copy of it! In the meantime, it is my pleasure introducing you to this language, and I feel honored to be able to share this dialect with so many people who also probably haven't ever heard about it, in their lives! I am an advocate and admirer of ancient language, so this is a thrill for me to do! Enjoy the poem below! 

Div ye mind yer Kaitness hoosie
(Taken from the book: Caithnessian Poems and Plays by John Horne.
As shared with me by David Shand.)

Div ye mind yer Kaitness hoosie wi its wheezy but and ben,
A dowgie sleepin by e' fire, aside a clockin hen;
A dresser set wi bowlies, an a bandbox on a kist,
A cowgie fu o sooans, an' a stoolie wi' a list?
Div ye mind, boy Eh? Div ye mind?

Div' ye mind e' greasy grunter wi' his muckle flappan loogs,
An e' chuckens fechtin roond ye for e' sweelans o' e' moogs?
A slated blockie, on a bool, spread dryan in e sun,
While e duekies trail'd his heid-piece roond and roond e' byre for fun
Div ye mind, boy Eh? Div ye mind?

Div' ye mind e' Knotty Club wi its game and ragged band,
Fa's clubs wis bandaged kail-runs or anything at hand?
Noo and then a tae wis opened wi' a whistle fae e' ba',
An e' linin o' a pockad wis pit roond it wi' a straw.
Div ye mind, boy Eh? Div ye mind?

Div ye mind e' whitened lirkie wi' its mooldy, earthy scent,
An e' blinkin faces roond ye, tryan hard til look intent?
On e' blessed Bible pages, ye drew sheep and stirkies lean,
An ye cut initials in e' pew fan "Thirdly" shut his een.
Div ye mind, boy Eh? Div ye mind?

Div ye mind e' jolly schooldays fan ye trowed till play "Skyhigh"
And ye tumbled in a burnie, and skelpt aboot til dry?
Bit yir mithir spread ye on her lap an' exercised her han',
Then chicked ye in yur baba 'cause ye wisna fit till stan'
Div ye mind, boy Eh? Div ye mind?

Dive ye mind e' day ye traivelled wi yur faither in a cairt,
Far fae hoosie, kirk and burnie, in e' world til act yir pairt?
Hoo ye turned an looked an looked again, wi a prayer in yeer face,
An vowed til play e' man and bring them no disgrace?
Div ye mind, boy Eh? Div ye mind?

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