honea byrne

Well, in a world of God's spells (Gospel), coincidences and things we should see-Are we spiritual beings having a human experience? Over the years, I've reflected, asked questions that can not be answered-many times, not yet. Or did I refuse to see? Family matters tend to repeat themselves. Is this life just how you feel about events? As well as how you respond in healthy or unhealthy emotional ways? They killed  Socrates with hemlock for asking such questions. Now uh days, daze, some many of us drink poisons voluntarily.  What's the point of it all? I think it lies somewhere in the premise of something I heard long ago, "Are you controlling situations or are situations controlling you?" Is the key to progress in investing your time into being better to fulfill yourself and thus society. Like going through uncomfortable events to get credentials to improve your financial status. Yes indeed I do believe that there are family curses that someone must take ...

Diligently, I have been taking action to follow my dreams. This passed week February 12, 13, 14, and 16th I have performed at 4 different openmics. I haven't seen anyone else do that. Tuesday was at Fenian's Pub. Wednesday was at Martin's. Thursday was at The Sonny Montgomery VA. Saturday was at Synergynights at The Med. Usually, I only do this many in one week when I'm on vacation from work. I just can't imagine not doing something to invest in my dreams. I have those times, like we all do, watching people do things, while sitting still. I am referring to watching television. In my case, it's watching internet. I don't think I'll be slowing down either. I'm gaining ground and momentum. Comically to me, the only thing I'm losing is my hair line. My lyric content is getting better. I'm not looking at the fret board when playing guitar, as much. I'm not buzzing on frets as bad as I once did. Lately, I've even been singing. It is v...

click here for chapter 4 click here for Chapter 6 Flashback: CHAPTER 4 ( Causes and Conditions) Then he heard a fly buzz. He saw the fly on a single red light bulb that was hanging from the ceiling. The buzzing combined with the sound of white noise from the television set. There was a bare mattress, in the corner, had no sheets. Layers of dust, mildew, and stained spots of dark red. No one was in the room. “Where did he go?” He asked out loud, in a voice tone so commanding. He didn’t know why he sounded so commanding. “Okay, how can I help you, Sir?” By the door that leads to the next room, sat an attractive woman wearing a denim dress. She was seated behind a desk. He looked down at her. Then followed his eyes to her staring at the bed. On the bed she was straddled, on top of a man, having intercourse. Then the door opened and closed. An angry man stormed in, with a gun in hand. Shot her in the head. The man she was riding got up and ran out of the door. The macabre scen...

During The 1980’s satanic panic: The cameras were running. This was one of the first times a television talk show was seen worldwide. The weeks passed had commercials promoting, “The Ultimate Confrontation of Good verses Evil.” On God’s side was Christian minster Bob Lord’s verses the satanic preacher Brother Levey. Much to the credit of Levey he showed up solo and looked utmost professional in his custom-made black suit with red. It was much like a Christian Reverend suit, except being red in the collar. Bob Lord’s ripped into his opponent repeating Biblical scriptures and giving his personal interpretation. Levey was quicker outwitting him by what the passages actually meant. “All of you just assume we dress in crazy clothes say archaic things, and like pulling a rabbit out of a hat, we bring harm to people. We don’t believe in god or the devil. We believe in human nature like; only the strong survive…” “Then why won’t you let us visit your house of evil,” Lord’s ...

I lost my notebook the other day. Why is that significant? It is significant because it contained lyrics, poetry, job notes, and most importantly, the at the time, the latest unedited writings to “THE LOST SPHERE” - Chapter 6 and a 1/2 to THE HOUSE OF BAGHHHKKKOOOZE. available  on Amazon kindle In the chapter that was lost, I was venturing into being trapped in the seven layers of hell. The latest chapter is an origin story. Before the addictions rehab center, The House of Bacchuss (pronounced: Bagghhhcckkkoooze) came into existence there was a man who is known by the name ‘The Owner.’ The Owner, years back, was in jail for selling a special narcotic he produced, he called ‘Revelation.’ In jail, he was placed in solitary confinement for defending himself against his cell mate. In solitary confinement he is emerged into a world of darkness. In this darkness, he has visions, and astral projections of being emerged in the seven levels of hell. His time in jail shapes him to crea...

The hook will bate in you. Snag on some memory. Drag through your life, and that memory I had of putting my childhood dog down came to the front of my mind. “Take it to the limit” by The Eagles was playing in my mom’s car tape deck while my mother and sister cried. I don’t know if I cried or not. It was all so traumatic. I was around eleven years old when my dog came home with his eye hanging out of his head. Took less than a month, even after seeing the veterinarian, for him to go down. After the eye he developed paralysis in his back legs. I remember, my father build him a sled. The idea was that he could use his front legs to guide himself. That didn’t help as eventually he was in constant pain. He was a good dog. He’d follow me everywhere. Playing in the woods, playing on the streets, in the company of friends. He was smart. I remember once he climbed up the ladder of my tree house. Haven’t owned a dog after that. Some would consider ‘dog’ as being an archetype of God. Ob...

While getting sober, I was fortunate to have a  counselor that introduced me to a book that forever changed my life,  The Artist Way . The book is in a format that coincides with 12 step recovery. I did the steps of AA and the steps of  The Artist's Way   side by side. The Artist Way, teaches how to encourage and become reconnected to your inner child. Furthermore, teaches you how to do things that your adult logical side says no to. I'm referring to things you usually won't do because you fear looking silly, or you don't have the time, or you'll do it later.  It could be something like stopping on the side of the road to take a selfie. Some of mine include, playing at openmics, and collecting/reading comics. When first doing drugs and alcohol there are moments when we lose our inhibition. Losing our inhibitions, has some of the feelings of freedom as being connecting to your inner child/peace. Unfortunately, after alcoholics, addicts b...