My Rock may not be your Rock..

Hello readers and sweet friends!

Good god it seems so long since My last entry..Typing, thinking, and editing these series of articles is not easy..especially when nobody ever reads them..Well there are a couple of readers who do..and my hat is tipped to you! You took the courage to read something which may be of value to you, or you may have had a few laughs or two when reading certain passages or you may have changed your life profoundly!

Life per se is not easy, and the day to day grind of life takes a serious toll to certain people or it may make other people creative artists and when the last chisel stroke to the statue of life is hammered we either have a masterpiece or something chaotic and ugly.Each swing of the hammer to the chisel must be planned and syncronized to what our third eye of perception imagines.The rock of life and it's associated beliefs is the rock we must carry with us to the other dimension.My rock are my beliefs my sweet friends! NO man ,woman, beast or even an alien from another galaxy can convince me other wise! If I truly believe that processed slices of meats are bad for you nobody will ever force me to eat them! Oh my my...they taste sooooooooooooooooo good with mustard and pickles and tomatoes on them! Others may have been eating these types of sandwiches for 20 years and the mind is a hard thing to change ..why? Because the mind always takes the path of least resistance..Changing to a more healthy non fat and low salt veggie diet is something which is almost foreign to a mind which is used to aquired tastes!

The freshness and natural taste of plant foods is something which the mind will not accept! My rock are my beliefs based on educated opinions..I won't eat something for the sole reason that it tastes good! It's so easy to fall into that trap isn't it? Smoking one cigarette is not enough for a devoted smoker is it? You need to smoke 12 or even 20 because there are times we need that nicotene! We need it to finish our day! We are like robots and are programmed to believe that smoking relaxes us!Your rock my friend is not my rock! I now don't believe in smoking..I have learned not to smoke..My rock now is not your rock..I have evolved based on my personal beliefs..So now I can say that I will never ever smoke again..Similiar to someone who has not touched a drink in 40 years based on her rock of beliefs.She or he may have been convinced through AAA meetings and as a result her or his rock now is that drinking is senseless and drinking to get drunk is pointless and leads to the destruction of the personality and the potential of the person:

So, let's realize that our beliefs should be considered important to us..There are people who are closed minded and or stubborn concerning their opinions...but universal truth seems to win in the end and to be different is really a perception call: One thing comes to my mind..as I ponder about the funny side of life..Let's state an example..How many people do you see on the subway wearing baseball hats?
Well..as I ponder this question and I'am sure a lot of people will wonder why so many people wear them..They are as common as a canadian loonie coin..When I walked down the street or sit down in the subway I wore a toronto blue Jay hat and no one noticed me..If I stood on my head maybe they would notice but as I recall now...hardly anyone noticed...maybe a glance or two but that glance made them yawn! I was part of the flock..part of the human chain of uninteresting events: Well one day I did an experiment...wondering in my mind's eye how people might react if I changed my image: I went to a thrift clothing shop and saw a beautiful 2 dollar white cowboy hat...One of those mexican types...that almost passes for an exciting all american fedora..Well all I can say ...all hell broke loose! lolololol!

I got stares like you wouldn't believe: People would smile, people would wave and a lot of people would have the nerve to say hello: My my...how funny human nature is!I was exactly the same guy before ..that same dull guy wearing that baseball hat and now all of a sudden I have been magically transformed into an all american country and western star...it's as if they actually thought I was a John Wayne type ready to lassoo my challenger until he submitted ...Funny thing though: I really did feel different..There was a magic power eminating from my persona as I strolled down memory lane of nastaglia city: Walking, weaving past the multitudes of common folk: I, all of a sudden, was a breath of fresh air who happened to present myself at a time where a lot of people would feel indifferent to the dullness of life...To make their world really rock I would carry my guitar and case and they would stare deeply into my eyes...wondering and maybe even hoping that I would be their savior or at least an emerging country and western star ready to lassoo their dull life into my assumed highly exciting country life...lolololol...Well, my rock is that I haven't really changed by wearing a country style hat> I'am still the same person with the same rocks of beliefs that make me the person I'am: Not the person that people want me to be: Their rock of beliefs are distorted and inaccurate and there are millions of people who misjudge people every day.Maybe not this way but in other ways...People assume to many things and adopt strange quirks of visualized biases which really does not equate to what is actually true.

Well i still wear that mexican style white hat and nobody in this god forsaken world will ever prevent me from wearing it! It's not that I crave attention it's because my soul feels like it's crying out into the wilderness..I love the truth axioms of life..If it fits wear it, If it feels good do it, If it is funny ,laugh...etc etc etc

It's funny though, I'am the verifiedbeliever and not your typical canada cowboy! I don't ride a horse, dont have a farm, and don't even round up cattle...Hell I'am not even a farm boy or country boy...I am what I'am and if that fucking hat makes me feel good well I'm going to wear it to my grave! I'am italian and I don't even feel like one....lol...I don't work in construction and don't even fling pizzas, or don't get overly agitated when I talk.. I'am a deep feeling person with deep feeling ideas...My rock of perception or beliefs may not be yours...but I can truly attest that my rock of beliefs could be universal and could stand for truth in it's truest sense..Your rock my friends is not my rock..but I will accept your rock of whatever beliefs you have..I will not be influenced by your beliefs because one man's poison is another man's antidote..I can ramble until the hormone injected cattle come home lololol...

Are you yawning my friends! lol...Love your mama, love your father and love your neighbour! Before you can love them you have to accept their faults as far as human decency can take you: Remember, my sweet friends: The world is one big stage and we all have a part to play in it! Ce la vie mon ami! The Verifiedbeliever loves you with all his heart and soul and that is my rock..But your rock is not my rock...because you may hate my stinking Mexican Cowboy hat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(lololol)

Stay tuned for my next entry of the Verifiedbeliever!