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Ascension Press  and  Ascension Presents   in collaboration with  Inspires   give you this riveting magnum opus.‎.. Condensed Reflection by James Z. Carpio I should like to focus on the third level of respect. The one which is earned. The one which can be lost. And ultimately, the one that can be regained.  That one is character-based. As a writer, I always keep in mind the reader. I have not been writing for my columns for months now. And, every time I meet a reader in person I am reminded to write again. What is my legitimate excuse? Well, I have been given another career opportunity in a different industry but still in the artistic field. All I can say is, a servant cannot serve two masters at the same time. I had been given two choices, one or the other or both. I chose both. When the sea is more calm I would be able to make a comeback, officially, as a Columnist. Blogging is easy, however, writi...

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Charlie woke up at 4:00 a.m. and then, he quickly went to the mailbox. It was the sixth of February, 1957 and it was cold. He wore a thick jacket and snow boots. He got twenty letters.  One envelope stood out, it seemed like it was written by a child. Charlie, unmarried and who enlisted in the army, became curious and then, he opened that envelope first. He began to read the letter. Dear Dad, Hey Dad! I am your son from the future. My name is Stephen. Someone told me that I have to write you this letter. I have to write you this letter because if I don't then I shall never would had been born. I will never happen. You came home drunk last night. You knocked and I was the only one awake. I am still little so I pushed a chair towards the main door so that I could reach the doorknob. You were so surprised. Well, I have to write you that I needed to be born because I was born to write they said. Now, I had also read the letter you wrote to all ...

Ascension Press  and  Ascension Presents   in collaboration with  Inspires   give you this riveting magnum opus.‎.. Condensed Reflection by James Z. Carpio I became an irate customer at Starbucks Naga City. I, formally, filed a complaint with the Police about it but I am just dropping the case. I do care but I am establishing a boundary by never ever going to Stabucks Naga City anymore for the rest of my life. That is for my peace of mind and their peace of mind. Thank you, Father Mike.

James Z. Carpio, writer Hey! My name is James. Everyone calls me by that name.  My Papa called me Jim and my Mama called me Jimbo. One brother of mine calls me Semaj.  Wait, let me tell you about one brother who calls me by myriad names. He calls me Hermenegi. Hermenehoho. You get the drift, right? My I.D. actually says the first one because it would not fit on the card. Let me ask you this. What's in a name? It's just a name. For the deaf it doesn't matter at all. For the mute they would not be able to voice out my name. Anyway, there are millions of Jameses in the world. Each of us are special. From research the chances of us being born is one in a Trillion.  I was not meant to be born. The plan was just to have a dozen children. That's it. Nothing more and nothing less. But, since God perhaps thought that my father and my mother did a pretty great job of raising 12 children they were blessed by a bonus. That would...

You're lucky Peter! It was difficult for me. I saw hell. It was pungent there. And the devils really get to your bones and not just crawl on your skin. But, I'm glad you shared your story. It made me see the other side. The better place. Norma Betty, I tell you it was Him that I saw, God Almighty. He is Pure Light. And, I want to see Him again. One day. photo credit: ЕгорЖуравлёв Blue_component via photopin (license) License: (license)

(by jlzc, January 6, 2019) In this Feast of Epiphany, Homage to the Blessed Baby. To follow the star of fixed bars, Or could we rewrite our own stars? This journey of recovery, Prayer and patience, aplenty! Along the shore of gentle waves, Soothing what the soul deeply craves. In search of what’s precious and true, Where do we go? What must we do? Greater than darkness is God’s light! More than our weakness, is His might! Gold for the youth, for our children! I’ll dream again, I live again!