Just John Introduction
Many times, I have seriously considered documenting the story of my life. I have thought about this endeavor because for many years I have suggested that my mother write a book or create some other manuscript of her life as she had made a minimum of 80 trips around the sun and many revolutions around the Earth. These journeys had provided her with enormous wisdom by her doing so. She never wrote a book or documented her life in any way until she reached her 100th birthday when the Charleston Mail Gazette newspaper acknowledged her many seasons here on Earth. They interviewed her and made an whole page news report about it. It was easy for me to see that this event was one of the highlights of mother’s life. She came alive and revealed many stories for which had provided her offspring with great wisdom throughout their entire lives. Now it was right there in living color to provide wisdom for all who possessed the wisdom to view it.
My two sons and I embarked upon creating a system that we believed was beneficial to many considering our current environment. Ironically, but in close time frames, both my younger and older son suggested that I embark upon writing a book or creating a documentary about my life. Their making these suggestions made me reminisce about the many times that I had made suggestions for for my mother to write a book about her amazing life filled with love and resilience enabling her to accomplish many goals despite her shortcomings of not receiving formal education beyond the third grade.
Demands for survival exclusively prevented my mother from expanding her education, but she was still one of the wisest people that I have known, other than myself. I am not tooting my own horn when I make this statement. I give my mother all credit for my beliefs. I simply expanded it by observing her life.
Think about. If you are observant of yourself, who could you know any better? It will be very difficult for you to know ANYONE more than yourself. It must be noteworthy that I know my mother from the many stories that she has provided me with. Still, 81 years of observation of me provides me with more truth than any.
I have also acquired enormous knowledge from my father, but this wisdom was short lived, as his journies around the sun were truncated. I truly believe that his journies were shortend because the hammer of life delt him some heavy blows that were difficult from which to recover. Perhaps he failed to observe the necessary wisdom to overcome his shortcomings. Therefore he found yet another place of refuge. Therefore he shared his wisdom when he was under the influence of a substance that I deplored, alcohol. His being inebriated when he shared his wisdom gave me reason to hesitate believing him when I was much too young to understand.
Until I had privilege to access documentary evidence of past seasons other the limited, and projected information of people in my neck of the woods did I discover that my father was far more intelligent than those who provided me with information to rebut my fathers assertions for which tortured me in life later. Some that rebuked my fathers assertions were brainwashed, and others were afraid to tell me the truth.
I am not going to spill the beans about my entire story in this brief introduction, as there are many stories to be told. Some are so amazing until it is often difficult form me to believe. Many times, I must confer with others that have lived long enough to confirm what I am saying for me to be comfortable in saying them. I endeavor to be completly candid..
Fortunately, my sons have lived through some of the miracles that I have personally experienced. This exclusively provides me with credibility and leaves them with favorable impressions when I tell my stories. Since I am basically providing information for them and theirs, I am not hesitant to share my stories with them. I realize that some will doubt the credibility of many of my assertions because they have not drunk of the cup that I have drank when had no choice but to indulge.
It really was Sage that convinced me to make this documentary. Sage is my one-year-old granddaughter. Whenever she comes to visit my wife and I in our home, she is always impressed with the pebbles in my backyard that are part of the backyard landscaping. I did not belive that Sage possessed the ability to articulate her thoughts clearly a few months past as she was only one year old, for crying out loud.
To prevent her from being confused about the term granddaddy, I assumed the name Pappajohn. Sage's grandfather, Tony, on Sage's mother’s, Kashae's side of the family had already claimed the name grandaddy. Even though much younger than myself, he has sired grandchildren before me, and the grandchildren already called him granddaddy. While visiting us in the desert out here in Moreno Valley, Sage would bend over and use her little hands to pick specified colors of pebbles from the many pebbles that lay between the rock slabs that adorned my backyard patio area. She would neatly place them on my patio table.
Most of my life my inability to discern the difference between certain colors has haunted me. Sage had laid out one specific color, of all others upon my patio table. She had never called me Papajohn before in her life, but this day was different. I asked her if she liked blue pebbles better than all the rest. She said very clearly “NO Papajohn green ones”! I stood corrected by my infant granddaughter. My eyes had deceived me. Later, my wife said, “Johnny the pebbles are green”.
No one else could perceive how I felt. I was elated so much until it brought tears to my eyes. All that I could say was “Babygirl, you get it”. I do not know what old block that she is the chip from, but I observed that she was definitely a chip off this old block. I flashed back over my entire life. I remembered how determined that I was to always get it right when I was about Sage's age as and when I learned something, it was difficult to convince me to the contrary.
Deceptive projections have always been cast upon me. For many years I have made many trips around the sun with my eyes wide open seeking truth. Doing so, however, has enabled me to drift away from the realm for which is called physical into dimensions capable of peeping the hole card of most projections, and reversing the polarity of negative energy to positive.
I am elated that Sage is on a path to be wiser than I. This is why I am sharing this information. Her combined information with mine, and the information that I have acquired from my ancestors will provide her with wisdom necessary to subdue most challenges. Some will miss the value of perusing wisdome of others, but those with wisdom such as Sage now possess will find great value by understanding how it is developed.
Those who are wise enough to listen to and understand the stories of others and use their telepathy to vet and understand these stories to better themselves will undoubtedly realize that it is them that is the wisest of anyone that they can ever know. They will have no reason to toot their horns about it as self-wisdom is subjective.
I can only provide stories that are just John’s experiences. I hope that they will provide value for many of you to be “better than the average bear”, and have no doubts about it.
Just John
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