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What if we’re it?

Let’s suppose for the moment that we, here on earth, are the only life in the universe. The question then remains are we the first to form or the remains of what once was?

In either case we are a poor example of what life there is currently. Wars, atrocities, serious injustices all because someone has chosen to live or believe different than ourselves.

If we are the beginning then we are off to a very bad start. Surely this isn’t the best we can offer the universe in the early stages of life? Dare we go out into the universe with all that we currently have to bring with us? We are not ready!

If we are the last of life here in the universe then we are a sad testament to what once was and I often wonder how bad it was if we are the example, the remains of what once was? Maybe we were shunned and banished form something far greater? Are we to go out in such a sad state, a dim light fading in the darkness? Surely we could’ve done better?

Regardless of which way this is going, surely we can do better? Let us put in one major effort to start or end this better! Stop for a moment and forget your divides, your prejudices, your short sighted assumptions of that which you don’t know, and see the world as it is for what it is and ask of ourselves “How can I do better?”.

Am I ready to go out there?

Life! How do you want it to begin? How do you want it to end?

Neal Stone – The Final Transmission


What I Feel!

As a writer and philosopher I carry the heaviest burden and the deepest pain of seeing a nation I cannot change, a people I cannot save, a world who’s future is bleak and dark who’s destiny I cannot prevent.

 No one can ever understand how I feel inside and what it is I carry in my heart. Only one like me will understand this burden and pain that resides within me.

All I can do is the one thing I know how…write. Write in hope that somewhere someone who can direct these changes will see, understand and hear the message. I write in hopes that maybe, just maybe, I can make a difference even if small. Even the smallest spark can start the greatest of fires!

Maybe my small spark of desire for change will inflame the world with the fires of hope and change! Maybe not today, but maybe tomorrow the fires of change will rage!

 I carry a burden no one can take from me and it is heavy.
I feel a pain no one can cure and it runs deep in my soul.
I carry a hope for a hopeless future.
I carry the spark that could very well set the world ablaze!

Neal Stone
Philosopher of the Bayou
The Final Transmission

True Revolution

True revolution does not require weapons of war or destruction, but a change in precepts to seek out justice in the unjust and to bring about that which is right from all that is wrong. To bring about true ideals that balance lives of those who live in said nation with values of fairness, justice and wisdom.

True revolution begins in ones heart as the soul wearies of unjust acts by those in power and seeks to correct the destructive course of the nation of which they reside to bring about true peace and prosperity.

True revolution comes when one chooses to rise up and say NO MORE, that this has gone on long enough! When one desires hope for humanity in an inhumane world so inasmuch that one will stand even when at their weakest to bring strength to others just as weak and guidance to those lost of heart and hope.

True revolution begins with the spoken word or the written lines of ideals, hopes, and dreams of those who wish to bring about change, true change.

True revolution begins when we elect true leaders that support the ideals of fairness, justice, hope and the dreams of the nation of which they are to serve.

I now stand and draw the line that now is the time to start this revolution to change the direction of which we are headed. Election day is coming, stand your ground, bridge the gap, and stop letting those in power cross the line.

True revolution begins when we finally decide we want change and work as one nation to do just that. No more racial, political nor religious divides!

We are one or we are none!

Neal Stone – Philosopher of the Bayou
The Final Transmission

Shock the System!

Shock it

My Trek – That One Brief Moment

“Q: …We wanted to see if you had the ability to expand your mind and your horizons. And for one brief moment, you did.
PICARD: When I realized the paradox.
Q:  For that one fraction of a second, you were open to options you had never considered. That is the exploration that awaits you. Not mapping stars and studying nebulae, but charting the unknowable possibilities of existence.”
Star Trek The Next Generation – All Good Things

I small snippet of my favorite episode of STTNG.  It has always been an inspiration.  It, in my eyes, is about how the present and future can be affect by the past and you must deal with the destructiveness of the past to save your future.  It showed how everything, past, present and future is connected.

For most of my life I was always there for someone else and many times I lost myself because of this.  I never got to see who or what I was or explore my life to its potential.  I was the sacrifice for someone else’s agenda or goal.  My life was taken from me, now I’m taking it back!

This means removing and dealing with things that had or have a negative impact on my life.  Removing people from my life that were unhealthy and bad influences.  To finally set myself free and heal.

This has been my journey, dealing with destructive issues of my past to save my present and future.  To experience that one brief moment of realization of all the possibilities of my life.  To see what my life can really be and to experience and explore so much more of life.  To open my mind to options I never even considered.  To live!

That is the exploration, the journey, that awaits me!


Live a Life


The Life


Legend of the Lady of Sioux Bayou – by Neal Stone

The Legend of the Lady of Sioux Bayou

Her name was Katalina and she lived in the Gautier area around the early 1900s. It is said that during the hurricane of 1906 her husband abandoned her leaving her to die so he could steal her inheritance. Rumors state that he tied her up and threw her into the Sioux Bayou to die.

About twenty years later stories started to emerge of people disappearing while in the Sioux Bayou. On one such occasion all that was found was a boat with a message scribbled in blood “Beware of the Kat”.

In the mid 1940s a story emerged of a man, covered in blood, found in his boat floating in the bayou in a near catatonic state and repeating the phrase “The cat will kill you…” over and over.

He regained consciousness long enough to relay the following account:

“I was rowing my canoe through the Sioux Bayou doing some fishing when I heard a woman’s voice. I rowed in the direction of the voice and I saw what looked like a woman from afar off. I rowed towards her and saw a lady standing there, it appeared as if she was floating on the water. I figured she must be standing on something. She appeared to be in distress so I rowed closer asking her name. She replied, “It is Katalina, I need you.”. I was about 20 feet from her when she raised up her arm, pointed at me then wiggled her finger for me to come closer. I rowed over to her and…”

The man died of catastrophic heart failure before he could finish his account of events. To this day he is one of a few to survive long enough to report this deadly encounter. All have died as a result of this encounter even the survivors don’t last long and soon die after being found.

Over the years the occasional report of someone disappearing in the bayou would surface. Often only the boat was found covered in blood. Many locals attribute it to gator attacks but a few knew the truth, it was the Kat that got them.

The final account occurred in 1988 involving three friends, Richard, Marcus and Johnathan, who were on a fishing trip.

The friends went kayaking fishing one day in the bayou when a strange fog appeared and they found themselves separated from each other. All three were experts on the bayou and knew their way around better than most, yet they found themselves lost in the fog. All three carried walkie-talkies and began to communicate to each other. The following was overheard by a fisherman who was a few miles away.

Jonathan: Where you guys at?

Richard: No idea, I don’t recognize this part.

Marcus: Ditto, this is strange…what is that? I hear something.

Richard: I hear it too. Flash your light I think I see you. Yeah, yeah I see you, stay there. I can barely see in this fog!

Fisherman: Hey, you guys need assistance, I’m out here on the river and can come get you in my boat….what fog? It’s clear as can be today!

It is important to note that none of the men heard the fisherman.

Jonathan: You guys ok?

Richard: Yeah, I found Marcus and we’re alright, but we hear what sounds like a lady yelling for help. Gonna check it out.

Marcus: There! Over there! Floating…on…the water? She must be standing on something. She’s wiggling her finger for us to come over. Says she needs us. We’re gonna go help her out…

Richard: What the…!

Jonathan’s radio was filled with horrific screams from Richard and Marcus then followed by an eerie silence.

Jonathan: Guys! What he hell is going on! I’m coming! I can see your lights from here! Wait…who is that? What the…! Screams followed.

A bright light appeared out of nowhere followed by a loud rumbling noise. A strong arm reached down and pulled Jonathan out of his kayak. It was the fisherman! He was able to find Jonathan still alive, but Richard and Marcus were nowhere in sight. All that could be found was the blood soaked kayaks.

The Fisherman gave the following account:

I maneuvered by boat into the bayou and looked for the men. I found myself encountering a strange fog that immediately started to lift upon my arrival. I was then able to see the three kayaks in the remaining still thick fog, so I turned on my search light to see better and increased my speed. I saw a man, Jonathan, swinging in the air at nothing, as if defending himself, and I reached down and grabbed his arm and pulled him aboard. The man was covered in blood and was cut up pretty bad. He was barley conscious and shivering in terror. He regained consciousness long enough to tell me the following:

“I saw her, the lady! I saw my friends hands sink into the water and disappear. If you hear her call, do not go, for once she points at you and calls you to her, you are hers forever. Beware of the Kat!”
He died soon after. I sold my boat the next day and have never been back!

Authorities searched the bayou. No bodies were found.

If you go into the Sioux Bayou and hear a lady call, don’t go for you will never return. Beware of the Kat!