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We had our first remains. he was a Special Forces soldier. He got killed when on a training operation. He was the point man. He jumped from the helicopter when it was too high. Bones were sticking out of his leg. His peers stayed with him a long while. Then we had to wait for the hospital to release his remains. Then we were able to fill out the paper work and prepare his remains for evacuation. It took hours. Sometime in the monotony I remembered my trip home in October. I remember finding many things in my Mom’s garage. You have one or more relatives with a garage or something like it. Or you might have one yourself. It’s a place where you put items from a perceived painful past. Pictures of ex lovers, presents from the deceased, and other stuff that you’ll have the gumption to look at one day and realize the fact that many horrible events and horrible relationships in your life had great moments of happiness and fulfillment. You will have great empowerment in that moment. In my

If you tell yourself, choose to tell yourself something over and over again and combine that with alcohol the outcome can be explosive. Two days into our two weeks, of training to get us prepped for Kosovo, our sergeant in charge (E-7 Sergeant First Class, two ranks away from Sergeant Major) of us decided to take us all to a bowling alley. I took it upon myself to get drunk too quick and proclaim to em’ all that I was the officer in charge of the mission. No one outranked me. So damn convinced I was. If you tell yourself, choose to tell yourself something over and over again and combine that with alcohol the outcome can be explosive. Somewhere in the time we were there I fell down face first. Carpet burned my face. I learned sometime later that that the sergeant in charge (E-7 Sergeant First Class, two ranks away from Sergeant Major) wanted me off the mission and kicked out of the US Army. My platoon sergeant back in Fort Lee talked him out of it. Therefore, to keep me in line th

You might be a drunk if you get so wasted that you hallucinate you’re fighting satan ,cut your middle finger, then fall on your butt so hard that your teeth slam together. Then you look on the floor and see your two front teeth in pieces. And to make it worse you tell everyone you got into a fight with the devil and lost.  Thought I was entitled to be a sergeant, a shot caller. I worked hard at post details (like cutting the grass) and training. Kept my boots mirror shined and my uniform was starched so heavy it could stand on its own. Kept a bald head. I stayed drunk as much as I could without getting busted. Was fortunate to not have a car. I walked or rode a bicycle. Entitled, after all I had been a specialist, one rank away from sergeant, for over two years. There was just one other soldier in the 54 th Quartermaster Company who was a specialist longer. I was an assistant squad leader. Worked hard at my physical conditioning. Well, except for my legs; mostly jogged. Over t

Regardless of the warnings about Korean prostitutes inviting me into dark armpit rooms to get knocked unconscious to wake up in the morning in a bathtub full of blood with “call emergency we took your kidney” scribed on the ceiling; and the one about catching Black Syphilis and being forced to never leave Korea, I was in an area coined “Hooker Hill” in downtown Youngson going into bars and drinking Soju. Soju was like good ole’ creeper weed. You’d smoke and smoke and not feel anything. Then in a couple hours you are stumbling, slobbering everywhere, with juicy girls commanding “buy me drinkie” fondling more and more. Damn, went through about a hundred dollars in two hours. Lucky, I was to find a cab driver who had pity on me and gave me a ride back to base for free. At first I was stationed in the Youngson Morgue. I remember seeing the remains of a mother and child who were killed by their lover and father, a US soldier. My superiors thought I couldn’t handle working in the morgu

...for some reason the doctor there, a full bird colonel, didn’t think it was too cute when I answered, “To climb trees,” to his question, “Why do you keep your fingernails, and toe nails so long?” Around late 1998? Or, was it early 1999? Still can’t remember the exact date when I was shipped back to Fort Leonardwood Missouri to be prepped for active duty. I was cleaning out, so I convinced myself, my system from the hallucinogenic drugs, powder, and weed, with booze for three weeks. In my two months that I waited to go active duty I played creepy keyboards in a band that never left the trailer park. We called ourselves Credence Cadavers (Dead Losers). I have about thirty cassette tapes of our sessions. I also flunked out in my first semester with the University of Southern Mississippi . I brought an electric pick up ukulele, my drum machine, and my tascom four track music recorder with me to Korea , telling myself that I had till age twenty seven years of age to be

...in 1903 at a rest place on the railroad track W C Handy sat by that gent who was stroking his guitar with a dull knife. That was metal hitting metal. When the trains passed its metal wheels were hitting the metal railroad.                                                                                 What was that sound? It was like the metal hammer hitting the spikes that were driven into Jesus…                                                  What was that sound?                                                          Heavy Metal!______________________________ excerpt from "0" purchase here:  http://www.amazon.com/0-honea-byrne-ebook/dp/B00DR7348S/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1417390619&sr=1-3&keywords=%220%22+honea+byrne

Try hard, get barred  Get back, write braille  Get jailed, jump bail  Join the army, if you fail   Look out kid You’re gonna get hit  But users, cheaters  Six-time losers   Hang around the theaters   Girl by the whirlpool Lookin’ for a new fool  Don’t follow leaders  Watch the parkin’ meters- Bob Dylan's "Subterranean Homesick Blues" Read more:   http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/subterranean-homesick-blues#ixzz3KKSVvxW2 One week in July 1996, I got motivated enough to go to the employment office. Landed a job at a Pizza Hut Delivery, north of I-10, as a cook. I was also going into the army in a week. Came a weekend before I was supposed to go to basic training when my childhood friend, ______, came with a couple of hits of paper, LSD, and got me with the phrase, “Just one more time before you go.” Somewhere in that trip I decided that I couldn't go into the Army because they would do a spinal tap on me and find out that I was insane. Therefore, I came up

I remember walking up and down the streets during the hot summer days. Alcohol was coming out my pores as I’d beg different establishments for work. Many people who knew me as a role model, and many relatives rode by and shook their heads at me in disgust. My mother’s parents gave me money, enabled me. I remember I’d drink a lot of Red Dog beer at the time. It had cute messages in the bottle cap like “follow the dog” “this way” And I’d use these statements as my personal spiritual guidance, like horoscopes. How many have fallen in love from their first time? Uh oh. Her name was Katrina. She was about to move away with her mother. I just had to have her. I quit college a lil’ bit up North 49, in Perkinston Mississippi . Also known as Perkatory, because for some reason students tend to stay there a while basking in their irresponsibilities. She stayed. We moved in together. For work, I started at Pizza Hut Delivery tearing up the car my father got me. Money was good. So I though

At seventeen years of age I ran away from home and my mother followed in her Mercedes Benz. I ran all the way to my grandparents mobile trailer. Started making new types of friends. Some of em’ seemed to wanted to be the first to have me get intoxicated and high. I had not done drugs and alcohol before. Started off with a cigarette, then beer, then Mad Dog, then Cisco… And once I got out of control with my drinking they let me go. Didn’t take long for me to quit Taekwondo. I took Taekwondo for seven years and had become a third degree black belt. I was a role model to adults and kids. Since age 13, when I earned my black belt, I had the esteemed title “Mr. Holmes.” I was ashamed, I’d get so drunk and high that I couldn’t defend myself play fighting my new friends. I was so scared of everything and everyone; so eager to be accepted. I ran away instead of fighting my father. He so much, seemed to want a tougher son. I did see a trend of Taekwondo, as it was taught,

Programs such as well fair and SSI give financial incentives to keep families separated.  Due to discipline instilled in me, by my father forcing me to study five nights a week for two hour sessions, and Master Calhoun training me in Taekwondo, I made honor roll. Thus was removed from special education classes. I hated my father for the forced discipline until recently. It’s a norm to have single parent households. I can’t count the number of kids I've taught that don’t know their father. Programs such as well fair and SSI give financial incentives to keep families separated. I've taught only a few students who have had their father’s force them to study. From my childhood neighborhood it was said my father was abusive. In the public school settings I've watched single parents beat their children in the principal’s office. I have experienced the effect of children who are neglected. I come to wonder if my father was abusive. He was there in my life. It is not

Who I am Well my father probably wouldn’t be the successful stock broker, insurance, financial consultant he is today without my mother telling him he looked better in a suit and tie than a Goodyear Gas Station jacket. It inspired him to go on that one fateful day to that job interview to sell life insurance. Because of his job, my sister and I grew up upper middle class. We were able to be in the Gulfport School District for our education. Didn’t realize the great opportunity I was provided by being raised upper middle class, and being educated at Gulfport High till years later. Supposedly, according to my parents, my first grade teacher called me too stupid to learn. Because of this I was sent to Oshner’s clinic in New Orleans , where I was tested. The results found that I had average intelligence, and I had a learning disability. Which I thought was hyperactivity. Though years later through some challenges in my life and getting my IEP, I realize now it’s somethin

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Before #GhostHunters, #ParanormialInvestigations, #Dracula, #VladTheImpaler, and a World in love with Horror Movies ie #TheExorcist etc, etc, before We As The United States, US, Traded In The American Dream for The American Ghost Story, there was an exorcism done by Jesus. Jesus came to a graveyard meeting a man possessed by demons. Jesus asked who these demons were they told him "We are Legion and are many." Jesus casts the demons out of the man and into a pack of pigs. These pigs drowned themselves in a nearby river. See luke 8:26-39        Luke 8:26-27: They sailed to the region of the Gerasenes, which is across the lake from Galilee . When Jesus stepped ashore, he was met by a demon-possessed man from the town. For a long time this man had not worn clothes or lived in a house, but had lived in the TOMBS. Luke 8:28                       As soon as he saw Jesus he shrieked and fell to the ground before him, screaming, "What do you want with me, Jesus, Son of God

.  A dog with cigarette burns needed to be washed and cared for. His former owners used him as their personal whipping toy. “The poor dog snapped at me. Why? I think he was triggered to always fight back as if his life depended on it. I hated putting that muzzle over the poor fella’s mouth. Yet, fortunately the dog sensed my touch was a loving one. I removed the muzzle as he whined and looked up to me hoping. Ever so hoping to be loved. The dog saw me cry. That was another moment time when I knew inherently knew that I was able to handle situations in my life which used to baffle me,” Carlton shared at 24 th Avenue AA group that was within walking distance of his work. This is one of the biggest AA groups on the Gulf Coast . It averages around thirty persons per meeting. The walls are greenish white and still had a haunting reminding line on the wall from Hurricane Katrina having her way. The chair and tables formed a half of a crescent shape. At front was the desk for the chair m

I bought a candle labeled 'LA SANTISIMA MUERTA' in a Mexican Dollar store in Phoenix Arizona last Summer. When I first read the prayer I thought of it to be of Catholic origin. With its prayer meant to save lost souls. However, I became somewhat skeptical while filming when I read the line "Oh Conquering Jesus Christ, that in the Cross were defeated". Finished filming around 2 am this morning. Started doing research on the Santisima Muerte. Found out that it is of various uses, all of which are seen as BLASPHEMOUS. INCLUDING USES BY CRIMINALS. WHO USE IT AS A BLACK MAGIC DEVICE TO THWART OFF THE LAW.                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Thus, I deduced, that the 'spell' is used by those who wish to personalize a devinity to work for their own selfish reasons. On that school of thought, I

There was one evening, in mid October 2008, when I spent the night in the famous Cutrier Mansion . Said to be haunted by Blanch Cutrier, the famous play “Street Car Named Desire” had character based off of her. The house has also been a school for nuns. It also has much history with Playwright Tennessee Williams. Williams, as a child, used to spend much time in Clarksdale Mississippi with his grandfather. https://myspace.com/honeabyrne/video/cutrier-mansion-den/54337371

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                                       Underneath the school, spirits wait to be at rest. They are                                                        moving their bones. Do ideals  get buried underneath self-imposed agendas?  Why is the school so awful? It’s haunted. It is haunted by resentments caused by assimilation. It is haunted by those who lost their souls to the street; for they were easily influenced to do so. Haunted by laws crooked and laws that were meant to help the proverbial helpless. Such as,  economic slavery in the form government assistance  They are haunted by an anger birthed in fear. This is a fear of losing a sense of purpose and an identity. It is haunted by desperation. It is haunted by gossip. It is haunted by what  would've  been.

“Do you make up your own reality? A fantasy world as your shield because you are scared of the real world with its taxes, jobs, and I’m pretty sure you can fill in the blanks with what ever else scares you. Or are you so dissatisfied that you create your own and make it real? Oh I’ve heard the hack clicheic excuses before that are universally accepted, ‘ Normal is just a setting on a washing machine.’ ‘No one is normal.’ ‘The Illuminati controls reality.’ ‘What you think is real really isn’t real at all.’” No privacy, every activity is monitored. They would go so far as to have dinner parties where they would pretend the footage was some kind of TV sitcom. For their entertainment this evening Anne Simpson was the host at this lavish home literally in the middle of no where. It has five roads leading to it. Five paths that are occultist, conveniently shaped like a pentagram. Dr. ___________ aka ‘Lil’ Nick’ said it was part of work. “WE ARE IN THE EYE OF THE GODS. I am th