Dinosaurs are an invention by scientists to create revenue and a ploy to perpetuate scientists’ careers. They created the whole idea, manufactured fake bones, buried them in choice locations that agreed on the ploy for a share of the profits, then tipped off their friends on the potential “day of discovery.”
Even Carbon dating has been disproved by individuals who buried hard boiled chicken eggs then had a scientist come out and test them, with the scientist not k owing these were ordinary eggs front two weeks ago, and the scientist dated them at a million years! If you believe in Dinosaurs then you probably believe humans have walked on the moon!
Copyright 2016 by E.J. Edwards
Life can often come down to perspective making all the difference. How w
e see things, how we see others, can be the deciding factor between success or failure, friendship or enmity, a lost opportunity or a friend for life.
This period in my life has been crazy busy. I am moving fast in my new job, recording albums, talking with agents and publishers, performing live, writing books, running festivals and working with book cover artists. Through this growth period I have been experimenting with altering perspectives and it is changing my life!
Recently, one of my readers bought and read my latest novel, “Devil’s Bellows,” and as a result, was inspired to write their own novel! Thank you!
We rocked the harmonica solo in “Sat Down With The Devil,” at The Dungeon, live!
Fun with family and friends on the holidays!
It was so nice to have the time to smoke some brisket on the grill, then prepare it in my own creation of maple, bacon, brisket pasta!
Recently I lost one of my grandparents, my grandfather. The first thing I did when I heard was remember all of the amazing lessons he taught me. My mind flashed back to childhood and the many times we spent together. The moment that stands out the most, over the years, has been the one at the Calico Ghost Town. My grandparents took me there when I was young, along with my mother. I always loved the Old West and cowboys and Indians growing up. And I always loved ghosts and ghost stories.
When we first arrived, I was amazed and in awe that all that I had seen in movies and on TV was true! This is what an Old West town looked like, and indeed was abandoned so the fact that it was a ghost town was even more intriguing!
While we were there, taking the tour, I got to try Sarsaparilla for the first time. It was so much better than Root beer and tasted like the Old West. While we walked around, I found a horseshoe in the dirt. I immediately bent down and picked it up. “Souvenir!” I exclaimed. It was old and rustic, obviously left behind by the inhabitants when they abandoned the town. But then my grandfather weighed in…
“You can’t take that,” he said to me, “otherwise people who visit here won’t get to see it. That is part of the history and culture of this place, the people who lived here, a hundred years ago, the things they left behind.”
But I cried and pleaded with my mother to be able to keep it. She insisted, as did grandfather, that I leave it. So after much deliberation and reluctantly, I put it back in the dirt where I found it. My grandfather had taught me a valuable lesson about selflessness.
That Christmas, I was rewarded for listening to my grandfather. I received a horseshoe from grandfather. It was brand new. I cherished it and the lesson he taught me.
This year again I am participating in Hockey Fights Cancer. Along with Movember, this month is also a time when hockey heightens its awareness and fund raising for all types of cancer that affect men. Join me as once again, I fight along with hockey to beat cancer and find a cure for all.