The Last People on Earth XX – She Wanted Peace

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More than anything she wanted peace. Cathy and her 8 year old daughter, Cory, were riding in a pickup, somewhere in Kentucky, with a lunatic. His name was Lance, and not only did he have a truck load of guns, he was convinced the drones were killing Americans, and that a foreign government was behind it all.

Cathy hated him, Cory was terrified, but the only reason they stayed with him, was that there was no one else. They were terrified of the drones, and thought Lance was protecting them. The worst of it though, was when Lance said he had special “visions”, of space ships. The “visions” were usually preceded by fits of ranting and raving, involving delusions of him being a king, and stronger than anyone else.

They eventually made it to a hideout that he had known, up in the mountains. He was fond of yelling at Cathy and slapping her around, while Cory cowered in a corner. “Go get some food, that’s your job now!” “But leave the girl here!” he yelled one morning. “Not on your life!”, she yelled back. She would die first, and on the look on her face told him that, so he let it be.

This went on for days, each day the same. She was to go out and run errands, while he stayed at home and drank, and played video games. She tried telling him most of the food was no good now, that they could only eat food from out of a can, and what would they do when that was gone?  He wouldn’t listen. She realized more every day, that she and Cory would not be staying here long. She didn’t care much about herself, but she would protect her daughter no matter what. Staying here was too risky, and she needed to make another plan. But what?

At the farm in Pennsylvania, the atmosphere was much different. It was Friday again, and both Jeremiah and Miriam were preparing a Sabbath meal. Miriam was finding great joy in making some injera bread (a bread from Ethiopia and East Africa). Jeremiah had taken out some frozen chicken, and was grilling it with olive oil, and onions. He was also making his famous salad with spinach, walnuts, and pieces of tangerines. Fresh peaches would be the dessert, with some whipped cream on top.

Jennifer walked slowly around the living room, grateful for the smells coming from the kitchen, but worried. She was holding her tummy, and rubbing it gently. She whispered to the baby, how much she loved him or her. It was her first child, and she had no idea what to expect, other than a lot of pain. She also thought of her boyfriend Jacob, and how happy he would have been to see her now.

Miriam placed the candles in the holders, and the scarf on her head. Lighting the candles, she began reciting the prayers in Amharic, while Jennifer sat wide-eyed, stunned at the beauty of the moment. She had never seen anything like it. Jeremiah smiled knowingly. He loved the voice of his beautiful queen. Now came the Hebrew, and he joined in “Baruch atah Adonai, Eluhenu melech ha olam…….” (In English the words mean: Blessed are You, Lord our God, the King of the universe).

Jeremiah had a strange feeling after this prayer. It was like…well there was a tingling on the back of his neck. He said he felt like they should pray, for the people that had been in Illinois, the man, woman, and the 8 year old girl….……that they would be safe……..…and have peace……….So they did pray.

To be continued.

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Problem With Fear

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“The problem with fear, is that it makes the horrible things we go through, seem a hundred times worse.”

Nicodemas

Fear can be a prison. We all go through terrible things at some point in our lives. But when we become afraid, we allow the horrible things to control us, and the fear of those horrible things, can cloud our thinking. We will have a difficult time seeing the real issues clearly.

Sometimes this can happen when a prolonged period of calamity, or perceived calamity, creates a type of history in our lives. And so over time we expect the bad things to happen again. For example, a person fights cancer over a period of time, has victory over it, and they might constantly be afraid of it coming back. Or a family member can be afraid for their loved one, and afraid of them dying.

Religious people will sometimes offer advice to just “let it go”, or that we need to trust more. That’s easier said than done, and can at times, seem judgmental.

I am no expert, but here are a few things I have learned battling this issue:

Talk to a friend or family member. Sometimes just talking about the issue can make a world of difference. You don’t always need advice, just someone that will listen.

If possible, spend time away from the circumstance. If you can’t, then focus your mind on something else, for instance watching a funny movie. For me, I like adventure, and science fiction movies. 

Concentrate on your health, Go for walks and exercise. Eat more high quality food, do yoga, whatever you think would be helpful. You’d be surprised, how taking control of this one area of your life, can make a huge difference, and help you feel better.

If you need to, seek a professional counselor. Do not hesitate to ask for help, when you need it. This is so important! There is no shame or weakness in this, and you are always stronger when you make the right decision. They can sometimes help to break patterns in our thinking, that are fear based.

Keep fighting! Never give up!

I wish you peace.

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth XV – Letting Go

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He was going to get a gun today, and that was final. He didn’t say anything to Miriam about it, and he would hide it from her if he had to. Maybe he could leave it in the truck. As they sat at the kitchen table that morning, eating cold cereal, he was angry, and she could tell.

He had never served them cold cereal for breakfast before, only as a snack, and he wasn’t talking. He always said how important a good breakfast was. She could see the problem on his face, and she knew what it was. “Jeremiah…….please promise me, you won’t get a gun today……” His eyes grew big. How did she know? “I can’t do that Miriam, I just can’t.” With that he slid back his chair, stood up and headed for the door, grabbing the keys to their mangled truck. With his hand on the door knob he said, “The drones are costing me my sanity, so I can’t make that promise”. Tears welled up in her eyes. He opened the door and said, “I’ll be at the neighbor’s house across the way…..” With that he opened the door, and she cried out, “Jeremiah please….”

He walked out regretting every minute of it, and everything he just said. But as he got into the mangled truck, he convinced himself he was doing the right thing. So he drove, down the lane, and through the two sets of gates, and to the neighbor’s house about a mile away. “I have to protect my family”, he said.

As soon as he walked into the neighbor’s house, he saw what he needed over the stone fireplace. He took down the 12 gauge, pump action, shotgun. He racked the chamber a few times, loving the sound. “No drone can survive this!”, he said out loud. In the den he found a whole glass enclosed, case of shotguns, and two rifles. Most farmers had been hunters, he thought to himself.

When he checked the drawers of the desk, he found the most beautiful gun he had ever seen. Tucked away in a beautifully carved leather case, with “Colt” written on it, was a collector’s edition, Colt .45 caliber revolver. And it had a pearl handle! It was stunning. He found some ammo and loaded it. Spinning the chamber, he then closed it. Next he looked around the house for bottles and cans. He could go target practicing!

It wasn’t until he was outside, ready to shoot, that he remembered Miriam. A stab of pain shot him in the heart, realizing how badly he had sounded earlier. He didn’t realize it but she had been crying the entire time, since he had left. He would never do anything to hurt her, not intentionally, and he knew she would hear the shooting. She would be horrified, and she might even lose the baby!

It was also a Friday, which meant Miriam would be lighting the Sabbath candles in a few hours, and singing the prayers. He certainly didn’t want to mess that up. He loved her singing, and he had no intentions of being a hypocrite by being angry during their beautiful time together. He loved the Amharic and the Hebrew.

He opened the chamber of the revolver, and dumped the ammo into his palm. He looked up at the sky and said, “Ok this one is in Your hands!” “Help me to trust”. As he walked back to the house he said out loud, “Maybe that’s what peace is all about…..….having the power but refusing to use it…..…” It was time to get back home, (without any guns) and apologize to his beautiful wife.

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Acceptance

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In the oceans of our opinions,

in the stormy seas of our rhetoric,

there is never any healing,

for those stranded at sea,

for those with sails burning,

the horizon is lost.

The hurting don’t need,

an email, some policy,

from distant talking heads,

they need a live person,

a human being,

to say to them, you matter,

that you have value,

that they you are loved and,

accepted.

Everyone should be welcomed in our ships,

where the sails,

have been restored,

and the horizon shines,

brightly with hope.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth XII – The Accident

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After they drove into Pennsylvania, Miriam woke up from her nap with a smile on her face. “I was dreaming again of our baby”, she said. “You mean Sofia?” he asked. “Yes! Wait until you see her Jeremiah!” “She will be so beautiful.” Miriam was mixing in Amharic, with her English, which was good, because it helped him to learn. He looked at her and smiled, realizing how much he loved her beautiful, brown skin. He was grinning and silently telling God, “You know how much I love her……..”

After a quick stop, at a rest stop, they jumped back in the Ford F-250. Jeremiah had noticed how the engine was straining, and the transmission was having a tough time. He wished he had found a bigger vehicle to haul everything. They put the windows down, because it was a cool, late summer morning.

Less than an hour later, they were talking about how much further, and Miriam was looking at maps, when they heard an all too familiar humming sound. “Where is it?” Miriam said. They were both looking, when Jeremiah spotted the drone to his left, on the driver’s side. “Miriam get down!!” “You son of a …..” He was yelling at the drone, but stopped himself from cursing, realizing how much it upset his wife.

He slammed the accelerator to the floor. Miriam ducked down but then popped back up, alarmed. “Slow down Jeremiah!!” He yelled back as the engine roared, and the transmission jerked and slipped, “The drone is keeping pace with us!!”, “Get down Miriam!” She refused, “Maybe it is just gathering more data…….please slow down Jeremiah!!” “There’s a curve coming…..”

“Oh God”, he mumbled. He saw it, but too late, there was too much weight behind him, for him to stop normally. He tried to brake without slamming the pedal, because otherwise the trailers would become detached, or they would flip over, and everything would be all over the road, including them. He frantically turned the wheel to the right, to the left, and to the right again, forcing the brake pedal as far as it would go. Then they were suddenly off the road, he yelled, “Hang on Miriam!!” He couldn’t control the wheel.

Miriam screamed, “God send angels!!” A tire exploded, and there was a huge crash on the driver’s side, with the truck finally coming to a stop. They were dazed. “Miriam……are you alright??” “Yes….I think so”, she said. Jeremiah noticed she had held the seatbelt, above her stomach, and around her chest, in order to protect the baby. He was banged up on his left side, especially his shoulder, and knee. He said, “My door won’t open…” So they got out on Miriam’s side to survey the damage. But first they held each other, and checked each other over. They weren’t sure about his shoulder.

She was weeping, and they kissed, but it was not a kiss of passion. It was a kiss that said, “I’m so thankful, you’re alive! And they meant it. She hugged him, but he winced, because of the pain.

To be continued.

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth XI – Journey to Healing

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In the morning there was no sign of the drone. Miriam convinced Jeremiah to not get a gun, but he was not happy about it. Privately he thought her reasoning was sound though. She told him that if the drone had meant to destroy them, it would have. A rocket being launched into the house would have put an end to everything. Could it be they (whoever they were) were just watching them?

He made them some eggs and turkey bacon, with toast, in the morning. Miriam was not a big meat eater, so she had just the eggs and toast. She admired his wanting to take care of her, and it showed at every mealtime. He didn’t say much as they ate, because he kept thinking, that he was supposed to take care of the family – wasn’t he? Was it just his male instinct causing him to want a gun to protect them? He wasn’t sure but it felt right. It wasn’t until later that Jeremiah better understood, her fear of guns.

They spent half the day packing up the lab. As they worked packing up boxes, Miriam explained about East Africa, and the conflict in Somalia often spilling over into other countries. The kidnappings, and killings were horrible. It was always with guns. However it wasn’t until they emigrated to Europe that she experienced the hatred of white people. The white racists hated them, and wanted nothing to do with Muslims, Jews, or anyone else different than they were.

Miriam, broke down in tears, as she retold the story of how she and her father, were kidnapped, raped, and severely beaten. They were left for dead, in the middle of the night, while a black car went speeding off into the darkness. Jeremiah held her, wanting to erase every hurt of her traumatized emotions. It took a while for Miriam’s grief to subside, and she finished with, “It wasn’t until we made our way to France, that we were safe.” She wouldn’t tell him though what country they were in, when the kidnapping took place in, “In case we meet survivors from there…” she said. She did not want Jeremiah to hate.

Six months after the kidnapping, Miriam’s father became very sick, and eventually died. Miriam was convinced it was from the beatings, maybe brain damage. “I have a lot of forgiving to do still”, she said, in her heavy French African accent. They both wept.

When they did work on the packing some more, Miriam realized it was Jeremiah’s love that was bringing so much healing. He never judged, never criticized, but he did give of himself so completely. At the end of the day, Jeremiah could see that she was tired, and said she should go in to rest. She did go in, and fell asleep almost immediately, on the couch. She dreamt of holding a beautiful baby girl, and her name was Sofia.

The next morning they left early. They had a large pickup now, a Ford F-250. He hated leaving the Mercedes, but they had to. The back of the truck was loaded with food, canned goods, and cold food, packed in coolers, with ice. Next there was the large trailer with the laboratory inside. And finally there was a small trailer, with their suitcases filled with clothing, and some kitchen items. Jeremiah was concerned about the weight they were hauling, and thought for sure the transmission would give out, but they only needed to drive 6 hours.

As they drove away from their first home, they knew they would miss it, but they both knew they were on the greatest journey of their lives, drones, or no drones. She smiled at her strength, this man of love, and took his hand.

He looked down at their bracelets, and said in perfect Amharic, “My Queen……I love you…….I will always love you…….(he had been practicing)…….. It was one of the greatest moments of her life……….she closed her eyes to take it all in.

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth X – A New Home

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They were in the garage, about a hundred yards from the house, with the door open, pouring over the latest data they had discovered. Farmland in Central Pennsylvania, looked very good.  They had searched far and wide for their next place. It needed to be good, rich farmland, with the right PH balance in the soil. Neither one of them wanted to be near a city, so they had been searching for weeks, taking samples, of air, soil, and water. They were tired of driving.

Lancaster County in Pennsylvania was attractive at first, but they had found the soils had been worn out by over farming, and besides, it was too close to a number of cities. That’s when they went looking, into the central part of the state. It had excellent sources of water, which most other locations did not have.

Miriam had part of her lab set up, in the garage so they could both run tests. Jeremiah looked in the microscope again, and said, “You’re right Miriam, this soil does look the best”. “Is there any chance the biological weapons damaged the environment, without us knowing it?” Miriam paused, then said, “It’s not likely, but we will just have to trust that it will all work out.” “We have run every test possible.”

“Ok, so do you still like that farm I picked out, that had been for sale for two years – the organic one?” Miriam nodded, and said, “I love the inside of the house.” “It’s gorgeous Jeremiah!” They were excited now, and Jeremiah said they should start packing as soon as possible.

As they both stood up to go to the house, Jeremiah noticed again the little bump (it was hardly noticeable) coming from Miriam’s stomach. It had been more than two months since their marriage ceremony, and Miriam was convinced she was pregnant. Was it just wishful thinking? They hoped not. He walked over to her and gently touched her stomach, and said “Can I?” She knew what he meant, and nodded yes. He raised her t-shirt, got in close, rubbing her stomach, he said, “Hello in there! Baby you are very much loved!” They both chuckled. Miriam bent down and gave Jeremiah a passionate kiss, just for being so wonderful.

Then Jeremiah stopped, and said he heard that sound again, like a humming noise. “Do you hear it?” Miriam said she did, and that it was coming from outside. “Shh.” he said, as he crept towards the door. “I don’t see anything”, he said cautiously. It sounded like a small motor, like maybe a moped, but far away. Both of them felt creepy because they had been hearing it for the last three days, off and on. Jeremiah took Miriam’s hand and they walked towards the house.

Miriam stopped dead in her tracks. Her long right arm, pointed at the sky and she yelled “Look!” They stared at the thing, then Jeremiah yelled, “Run!” “Run Miriam!” He still had hold of her hand, when she asked what it was. “Is it people?” He didn’t answer, but he practically pulled her into the house. In spite of being very tall, Miriam was not a good runner.

They got into the house, completely out of breath, and Jeremiah slammed the door. Miriam was practically hysterical and yelled, “What is it Jeremiah?!!” After he caught his breath, he managed to say, “It’s a drone!”

Her eyes widened in horror. He continued, “Miriam we need a gun!” This shocked her even more. “Jeremiah……please no guns……please…..no guns……”

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Boat Ride

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A Prose Poem

It was the boat ride that first brought the glimpse. It was a clear day with the sun, and the wind tossed the waves. The boat was magnificent, refusing to yield. As she looked at the sky and the water, something took place, something was there, but she didn’t know what it was. The sun was reflecting on the water, but that wasn’t it. Her love was at her side, and they held hands, but that wasn’t it either.

She stared beyond the waves. Dolphins played, and followed the boat. It was then that she knew! Maybe it was their joy, jumping and leaping. Their fun was contagious. It was like talking to an old friend and not remembering their name. The old friend started speaking again, but she hesitated. Should she let him in again? She remembered the pain and the needles, being burnt on the inside. She decided to try one more time.

The sun burst into her heart, as she opened it. Her frail and thin body shook with tears. The old friend was hope, and he came to live again. She came to live again, refusing to yield. The cancer might take her body, but she would always live, from now on, in the hope, and in the light. Death would not control her. And the dolphins jumped for joy.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth IX – Liquid Gold

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There were times like this, where it made no difference she was a bio-chemist, or that he had been a 3rd year med student. It didn’t matter that she was from Africa, or that he was white, with red hair, that she was very tall, and he was not. All that mattered was that they were madly in love with each other. She snuggled closer and laid her head on his bare chest. She could hear his heartbeat in her ear, as he lay lightly snoring.

For weeks before the wedding, they both knew it was time. There was a certain way they both looked at each other, the way he touched her face, the way she rubbed his back. It was the way their lips searched, and found each other. There was a yearning and longing for each other.

And now, as he slept, they held one another. He was dreaming of the wedding again. Picturing in his mind the mountain, and how they made their vows to one another, kneeling, facing each other. They had promised to love each other, and to be faithful, even if they did find other people alive. Miriam had been worried about polygamy, so they had written vows, to only have one spouse, unless they were so injured, from brain damage, there was no choice.

They had also worked out all the details about faith, and placed those promises in their vows. They promised most of all, to love and respect each other. She would say and sing prayers on Friday nights, lighting the Sabbath candles, like her mother had done, and he would share with his family about the Messiah. That was all they ever needed. They didn’t know it at the time, but years in the future, this would still be an important part of their family life. They also promised to never part, during the difficult times.

But that was two days ago, and now as Miriam lay there, on his chest, she thanked God for her husband. She had never met a man so gentle, and yet so strong, at the same time. Tears began to flow, down her cheeks, and on to his chest. She quietly wiped her tears, and began singing softly in Amharic. It was a love song she had been teaching Jeremiah, in her language. In English the words go like this:

As long as there are rocks in the ground and fish in the sea,

You will always be, you will always be, my Love,

As long as the sun sets, on the water, making liquid gold,

You will always be, you will always be, my Love.

Jeremiah heard her singing, and stirred. He was at the part in his dream, where they had exchanged bracelets and placed them on each other’s wrists (instead of rings). She placed a leather one on his wrist with beautiful Hebrew letters from the Aaronic benediction……..  in English the translation was, “The Lord bless you, and keep you….” And the bracelet he placed on her wrist, was gold, and had belonged to his Great, Great Grandmother. She had received it as a gift, before the family emigrated from Holland, and it had been in the family ever since.

Miriam’s voice was unmistakable, and he awoke smiling. He began hearing the words in Amharic…….. “As long as the sun sets on the water, making liquid gold,” He joined in, and in perfect Amharic, they both sang……… “You will always be, you will always be,……..my Love…….”

And their lips found each other, once again……

To be continued.

 

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

He Gave Her Wings

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It was his gentleness,

that dismantled her fears,

he had a large back,

but it was his hands,

on her shoulder,

his lips,

on her cheek,

his whispers of faith,

in her ear,

that brought her out,

called to her,

and she could stop hiding,

because she knew now,

how to trust,

he was her shield.

As she walked, she grew wings,

and she was able to fly now,

spirit in the mountains,

loving his poetry, she had the eyes,

of an eagle,

river flowing far beyond her dreams,

crushing nightmares,

with a candle.

She was whole again,

not just a piece,

together, secure,

and filled with love,

nothing can hold her back now,

not ever,

she has her wings.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”