A QUIET NIGHT

 

Had this title for a month after my wife uttered the phrase "I just want a quiet night." Knew it was a poem, just had to be patient until it was ready to write itself. 

As static buzzes in and around my head

Tossing and turning and tossing in bed

As heartache howls to the faraway moon

Harmonies crash in songs out of tune

As sunburns crack sores openly bared

Feet trapped in quicksand, minds racing scared

I long for the key to unlock bondage chains

I long for soothing touch to alleviate the pains

I long for open doors that lead to expanse

I long for the eloquence of the effortless dance

I long for transcendence, flying high above the fight

I long for the peace of a quiet night

 

I long for the peace of a quiet night

The plateau of wonder beyond wrong and right

The illuminated sparkle linking people together

Originating from the faraway forever

The open field where we all can gather there

Cradling, like baby girl, gently brushing her hair

The silence shimmering in everlasting light

At home in the haven of the quiet night 

 

In the knowing that battles and wars will be waged

And the bitter will fulfill their destiny rage

And players will act out selfish on the world's stage

On and on, over and over, every single age

In the knowing limelight lovers will present a two-face

And the news will drool over scenarios, worst-case

I can remain here, near and dear, longing for the truth

Never really needing any broadcast-blast outer proof

I can long for sunsets and sunrises that remind this soul

I can long for fractured parts to become complete and whole

I can long for the vistas that reveal the most glorious sight

And embrace, at the depth, the peace of a quiet night

 

A quiet night

 

James Anthony Ellis is a writer living in San Diego. His website is www.LegacyProductions.org. 

A TWIST OF FATE

 

The people came to the planet, as it was time to seed Mother Earth. Each bright baby soul, a divine spark of the Undefinable Source, arrived in order to learn of creation and manifestation in three-dimensional realities. 

 

What a trip.

 

A long journey without distance ... into the density of time and space.

 

In this green garden, these were simple times for the simple minded.

 

To help these new souls navigate this new dream landscape, the Grand Angels gave them truths to live by, and basic divine principles that could help guide their way on chosen path.

 

Building upon the ethereal principles, they would carve out an existence in physical form. The Wheel ... helpful. Harnessing fire ... be careful. And expanding upon the garden with vegetables of their own growing. Beautiful.

 

The divine principles included the wheel of cause and effect, the healing power of love and the least understood of all - “You will get what you wish for.”

 

At first this concept excited the people. “We get what we wish for!” They imagined such feasts and pleasures and riches. All they needed to do was wish for it and it would come to be.

 

So on they went making wish upon wish upon wish, their eyes glossing over with glee about such abundance.

 

But after some time the people grew despondent as their dreams were not coming true.

 

The message from on high: “In due time.” Since the people were new to “time,” they had no fricken clue what that meant. For the truth was they were born into the density of 3 dimensions in order to study - in the slowest of motion - creation as it unfolded step by step.

 

What better way to learn about creation, creativity and manifestation than to slow it way down in order to be observed in precision.

 

Previously accustomed to turning a thought into reality within an instant, this took the new earthly souls some time to get used to.

 

But they pressed on. And though they found that indeed the seeds they were planting - either in the actual garden or in their family and community - would bear its fruit ultimately, there were so many experiences that appeared completely unwanted.

 

“But wait,” said the people, “we heard we would get what we wished for. Why are we receiving such negative experiences?”

 

The Angels knew it was time to let the people in on what the people were missing.

 

“When we said, ‘You will get what you wished for,’ you did not consider the full reach of this principle. It is an absolute without any opposite or discriminatory nature.”

 

This was confusing to the simple minded. For they did not know that they would - according to the unyielding law - get everything that they wished for ... others.

 

What does this mean?

 

Basically whatever the people hoped would happen to their enemies would happen to them. Whatever wish created out of resentment, jealousy or enmity would be granted to the wisher ... for him or her. A wish for defeat would manifest their defeat. A wish for blessing would result in their own blessing. A wish for someone’s death would result in their death ... on many levels, some seen and some unseen.

Those who awoke to the breadth of this principle would ultimately suffer no more, at their own hands, as the tangled web of discord slowly was unwound. And peace came upon those with eyes who could see their brothers and sisters as they really were...

 

... All a part of this creation they were creating. 

 

 

James Anthony Ellis is a writer living in San Diego, on his 9,000th life. He can be reached at www.LegacyProductions.org.

 

LADY MISS HENNESSY

 

Happy birthday October 1. Today is your day Miss Hennessy!

 

So regal, so loving, so perfect, so undefinable, so you.

 

Quite impossible to capture in words, but this folly-loving daddy gives his best attempt. 

 

I've often looked over at your mother and pointed out to her, "Hey, have you ever noticed that we have an animal living inside of our house?"

 

I say it to get a chuckle.

 

But then I usually follow that up with "Well, she isn't really an animal, now is she?"

 

So true. You really do go beyond definition.

 

Such a personality. Not your average "dog" I'd have to say.

 

You with your emotional intelligence that would be able to determine if someone was feeling down, and then have you bring to them one of your stuffed animals. Since, well of course, that toy brightens your day, so why wouldn't it make one of us feel better? An emotional intelligence that can feel out the room and recognize when it's OK to act (bark) out, and when it really is a time to be cool.

 

I recall the times you would come along on our visits to my mother who was failing in health. You wouldn't do the normal run around wild there, but slow it down, sit still next to her, and lick her ankles, which were inflamed.

 

Not your average dog.

 

No, what sort of dog can be afraid of the flies buzzing around or the sound of plastic bottles crunching but be fierce enough to attack cars driving by when the pack is out for a walk?

 

You would never back down against any foe that appeared to be threatening the pack.

 

You are definitely a pack animal (if I may use that term "animal" with you.) You need all of us to be TOGETHER. I even brag about you to my men's team, which is a squad of men designed to stick together and "be there" for each other. Sometimes one of our men on my men's team misses a team meeting for some reason or other. I mention to that absent man later that having someone missing wouldn't be OK if Hennessy were on our team.

 

Hennessy, you show me much how I could be, given the freedom and instinct that you possess.

• You are authentic, not one fake move.
• You show your love so purely, never holding back.
• You reveal your disdain and your dissatisfaction so purely, never holding back.
• You clearly communicate, and we never have to guess.
• You are gentle when the time calls, you are playful when the time calls, you attack cars when the time calls.
• You are regal.
• You are undefinable.
• You are pure.

Something to aspire to.

 

Something to love.

 

Something to celebrate.

 

Lady Miss Hennessy.

 

 

James Anthony Ellis is a writer and producer living with Jennifer and Hennessy in San Diego. He can be reached at www.LegacyProductions.org.

 

THE BIRTH OF CRONYISM & CORRUPTION

Our Founding Fathers saw the writing on the wall.

People weak. Humans full of their human frailty, subjected to the will of their own selfish egos, much like tyrants or kings. They saw people capable of taking advantage of political landscapes, as they would use friendships in high places to get their little “good ole boys club” what they wanted, leaving the rest of the society to fend for the crumbs. They saw the potential of “cronyism,” though they would not use that word since it was first uttered in 1840.

According to the dictionary, “cronyism” is known as “the practice of appointing friends or associates to positions or otherwise showing them favor due to having a relationship with them, rather than for their qualifications.”

Yes, such a practice holds the seed of corruption for sure. For in this scenario it isn’t about the good of the people, but the good of the friends. Not the good of the many, but rather the few.

But where did this all start – this concept of giving favors to friends over the desire for the good of the larger population?

Well look no further folks.

You were there.

You saw it unfold.

You knew it was happening.

Hell – you may have even taken part in this despicable act.

And you let it happen.

That’s right; I’m talking about: “Cuts and cuts back.”

Remember that?

This was the popular practice in grammar school when you were in line with the rest of your classmates, and a friend approached you wanting to be placed into line next to you. Well, you couldn’t just give your pal “cuts.” For that would put an extra person in front of you. The ingenious move would be to:

1. Give your friends “cuts” in front of you.
2. Then quickly cut back in front of your friend.

It was a perfect system. The friend already in line lost no ground, and the pal newly in the line would be way ahead of the rest of the pack.

Who else could fashion such a system but an 8- or 9- or 10-year-old?

For this is the level of consciousness where such behavior belongs.

It’s cute, it’s quaint, and it doesn’t really hurt any people.

The worst case scenario: a bigger and tougher kid towards the back of the line approaches the two little cheaters and pushes them around a bit for their mischief. Maybe, if they’re lucky, someone will see this minor act of breaking law-and-order and make it right. Kick the new kid, and maybe even the other kid, out of the line. That’s if they are lucky, and have the chance to recognize at a young age that there may be another reality to which they aren’t yet attuned.

That reality would be called “other people.”

The immature mind of a child mainly sees only his or her needs. As we grow, we expand to include others, as we broaden our field of reference and awareness of a collective good.

Heck, we’ll forgive the kids in line at school and even ourselves for the minor infraction in the act of “cuts and cuts back.” Young minds are immature because … well, because they are immature.

The adults who carry on such shady shenanigans? Sorry, there will be no excuses.

We won’t allow it. We will cut it off at the pass. No “good ole boys and girls club.” No cronyism. No special treatment. No two tiers justice system where one group or individual is given different treatment because of who they are, or who they know. Everyone will live under the same rule of law – keeping it all fair and square. We’ll call it a "Constitutional Republic," and we’ll fight for it in the name of the free.

And if any fanciful folks do so happen to go to that self-serving, selfish place, they’ll just have to take the consequences, learn the lesson, and then apply the principles of true equality and freedom the next go around.

Oh, and they’ll also have to go to the back of the line.

Right where the Founding Fathers envisioned it. 

 

James Anthony Ellis can be reached at www.LegacyProductions.org.

AND SO I PRAY

(I thought of another prose that could be part of a concept album, touching on the topic of bringing the sacred to our Earthly experiences. Find it in your discount bins at any participating Tower Records.)

 

On the surface we may suffer, as we ride the wild rides

Falling and scraping our knees, in the playgrounds outside

The fragile frames fight gravity, from the cradle to the grave

The body can be the home of the free and the brave

And yet tragedy can strike it down with one fatal blow

As we push and pull our way along the pathways we go

Disease and viruses can attack, and force decay

And so I pause … and so I pray

 

Relationships continue the glory of the wicked unknown

Revealing secrets about ourselves even we had not known

There is he and she and then me and we

Pushing us beyond barriers, so we can be who we can be

Discovering new hearts, new eyes, open to see

Uncovering the truths that shall set us free

But first we may walk through darkness, as we fight, separate, betray

And so I pause … and so I pray

 

Communities, societies, nations hold hushed destinies

Broken systems, politics, prisons, crimes, felonies

A shutdown shuts us up and then shuts us down

Corruption now normal, once hidden underground

Children abused, misused, or even missing out of sight

An empty swing set, squeaks and sways silent in the night

What is our birthright, what do we all deserve

Leveraging leaders forget the masses they are supposed to serve

The power of the people must stand up and have its say

And so I pause … and so I pray

 

Moving from the outward to the inward in one brief motion

I see where I must first put my energy and devotion

Delusions – a free-for-all for the sickened mind – hold no power

As we evolve … in the end … in the final hour

We hold out for the truth, and we envision the best

The illusions dissolve and die, and are simply laid to rest

I’ve got to get out of my head, out of my own way

And so I do what I must do, even in this passion play

In contemplation and meditation, the chaos and static simply fades away

Because I pause … and because I pray

 

Sixth Sense

 

 

I wasn't really looking for a sign or anything.

Just a simple connection.

I knew such a connection could come in various forms. When you are talking about the "other side," there are so many ways to go beyond the veil and connect: meeting up with a loved one in the dream-state, a sensation when a song comes on the radio, an emotion arising from out of nowhere, a communion during a meditation, an actual apparition.

I was looking to make contact with my mom, but no big deal, no big drama. Perhaps just a simple hello.

It was last Wednesday. I was at the dentist. 

And the thought came to me. "Oh hey, where are you Mom?"

You see, once upon a time, when I was a kid, my mother would take me to the dentist. Like any mother would, I imagine. And during those very scary times, with my little body and mind filled with fear, I held solace knowing that she would be near, if even just sitting in the close-by waiting room reading a magazine or looking at the fish. 

Flash forward three years ago - not too long after she had passed away - I was sitting in the dentist chair again. This time as an adult. This time in San Diego. Though I still held a similar anxiety and dread. In fact, this dentist visit was downright scary, as I was having some surgery done. Because I felt the same sort of fear I held as a kid, wouldn't you know it! Out of nowhere, my mind was filled with a childhood memory, and the room was filled with a presence. I recall sitting there as emotion rushed up in me, thinking - no ... knowing - my mother was once again here for a son going through one of those tough times. 

I started to tear up out of love. The dentist asked, "Are you OK; am I hurting you?"

"No, you are not."

That visitation from my mother was so real to me. I really could feel her presence. Some may scoff, think it a figment of my imagination, and that's all right. I know what I know. And I know my mom's energy and her presence. I know it so well, that in other subsequent visits to the dentist, I have thought of her and then asked, "Hey ... where did you go?"

Included in these other visits was the one last Wednesday, which didn't hold the same fear and dread as previous visits. And since I didn't feel my mother's presence, I figured the easy-peazy procedure did not warrant a long-distance trip to some dentist office in San Diego. 

Coincidentally, earlier that day, at breakfast, my wife Jennifer and I were talking about current affairs that included a childhood memory of mine - how my mom used to put my milk money into an envelope, so that I wouldn't lose the two coins in my pocket as I walked to school. Remember milk money? Did you ever have a mom who put your coins into an envelope for you? 

Mine did. And that memory, talked over breakfast, brought back good feelings of loving support. 

On the dentist visit later in the day, the thought of my mother did indeed cross my mind. But nothing too grand. I thought she may have other things going on. I don't know her current schedule; I've no access to an online calendar or anything. Even so, I did float the idea that it would be nice to connect somehow ... you know ... if it works out. 

Upon leaving the dentist office, I thanked the office staff there, grabbed my phone, knelt down to tie my shoe, picked up a random nickle and penny at my feet, put on the headset of my phone and get to my car. After getting home, I recounted the story of my dentist trip.

Not even fully noticing what had happened there, Jennifer had to remind me of our previous conversation - how my mother would place into an envelope my milk money ... a nickle and a penny.

Six cents.  

Not two nickles. Not one penny. But a nickle and a penny. 

Six cents. 

Doesn't sound like much. Not too much to find on the ground. I mean it couldn't even buy some milk nowadays. Not even close. 

But it was nice to find. It was a pleasant memory, a lovely sign from the universe. It was a wonderful connection to rekindle.

 

 

It Will Come Upon Our Shore

Wrote this after realizing there is no more "over there" as everyone and everything ultimately counts in our one world. 

You've heard the song before. It speaks of the tragedy, darkness and ugliness that happens in a location that is - thankfully - far away from where we stand.

It all happens over there ... over there.

Over there, over there
Send the word, send the word over there
That the Yanks are coming
The Yanks are coming
The drums rum-tumming
Everywhere
So prepare, say a prayer
Send the word, send the word to beware
We'll be over, we're coming over
And we won't come back till it's over
Over there

It wouldn't be until September 2001 when the real wake-up call would come - on a Tuesday morning, sunny, clear sky. 

Suddenly in the flash of a newscast, broadcast time and time again, over and over, we realized it could happen anywhere. It wasn't just "over there" any longer. Terror and war could arrive in our own backyard. It could come upon our shore. It could happen here. 

No longer would there be the cinematic image of just dust being kicked up in the desert, or jungle villages being blown up with foreigners running for their lives, sometimes terrorized and naked.

Now it was a large US city - skyscrapers collapsing under the weight of the unknown, and bodies jumping towards their final release. It was here. Or at least nearby.

For those of us not living in New York City or Washington DC or in an empty field in Shanksville, PA, we still may subconsciously and even consciously think to ourselves: well, it didn't happen here. It was over there in another part of our country.

Still not in the backyard. Still not on our shores.

That was until 2020 came along and the terror of radicalized "protestors" decided to take their "protests," campaigns, angst, and hired directives, towards other target cities within our country. Hell, even the small, quiet town of La Mesa, a neighboring city to my own, was the site of rioting, looting and burning. It was right there in my backyard. While visiting my bank in the late afternoon, I was mere feet away from the marching crowds that became, a few hours later after being joined by the mob, menaces designed to destroy and terrorize. 

Yes, terror. The terror is here. The terrorists are here.

Innocent people walking down the street being screamed at, being struck from behind, being shot, being killed. Those with a sane mind would have no trouble defining such actions as terror-filled.

Here. Right here. And getting closer. 

This was the sentiment, here in the United States back in the early- and mid-20th century, when war took place in far-off lands, in a foreign theater that would not be observed except in newspaper clips, photojournalism, history books, some TV news segments, or war stories. The results we could view in the ticker-tape ribbons streaming down the parade on Broadway in New York, in victory. Or in the PTSD of those returning from the likes of Vietnam, in defeat. 

The most we would see of war came in documentaries on WWI, WWII, Korea and Vietnam, sit-coms like "MASH," and on the news segments if we could stomach it. Even then, though, it would be taking place on a small rectangular or square flat screen, from which we could turn our gaze and once again be in a family living room. 

Home sweet home. Safe. 

Yes, in 1941 there was that initial shock of being hit at "home," on our own territory's soil, Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, in the famous day of infamy. Shock-waves ushered us gladly into WWII. However, somehow even with this close-to-home hit, we still knew war, battles, bombs and terror took place ... over there.

And so - if this is the case, what can be done?

Perhaps it all comes down to defining the word we've been using all along in this piece. "Here." If we used to consider horrors happening over there, how would we define this term "here?" 

I would imagine we could determine that "here" would start and end with a border - at Canada to the north, Mexico to the south and some form of ocean to the left and right. I guess that would be the case if you consider yourself an American, with US borders defining you. 

And yet.

What if we expanded ourselves to include other countries, other nations, other continents? What would "here" look like? What if we embraced the entire globe as our own, with its inhabitants not "over there" somewhere, but here ... on the planet on which we stand? 

Now I'm not suggesting we dissolve borders of nations, just as we don't dissolve bodies when drawing healthy boundaries around our persons or homes. 

But if there is an underlying interconnected quality between us all - can we really be left without impact when another nation falls or experiences disaster, drought or devastation? 

Perhaps our salvation will come when we no longer feel safe because trouble is something that takes place far away in some distant land. But rather, our salvation and safety can come from embracing the reality of our unity. 

A tall order. 

But it's the only option that ushers us out of the slumber of separation that would have us go careless in the face of cities and humans left in rubble and trouble. 

We have to create a new paradigm, and live from that heightened state of mind. We are all connected. And everyone counts. When our brothers and sisters are harmed, it can impact the collective humanity, just as when our hand hurts it impacts the human on the whole. 

Someday we may all wake up to this. 

Maybe when it really counts ... when it's really real.

Maybe when it truly comes upon our shore.

James Anthony Ellis is at www.LegacyProductions.org a lot of the time.