Uno Mas Cerveza Por Favor

“There are few life problems that can’t be solved with a good beer and good conversation.”

I’ve heard her say that a few times in my life.  Mom was a tough lady, not taking bullshit from anyone and calling you out on it.  She was strong willed and always spoke her mine.  When we watched sports her toughness would come out, yelling at the players, be it in person on in the back yard on the small portable black and white TV.

During the cool summer nights we could always grab a six pack, a few limes, the salt shaker, and sit in lawn chairs, just staring up at the bright stars.  Some nights silence filled the air, speaking volumes between us, sounds of popping beer tabs breaking the silence from time to time, while other times roaring laughter late into the night between our family and the neighbors.

Good beer and good conversation.

Mom’s children were grown now, with some scattered across the country, having families of their own, but one thing was a constant over the years, good beer and good conversation.  Every time someone came to visit, laughter would fill the house, often starting with, “Do you remember…” and ending with tears and soar sides.

Sometimes the conversation would get heated, treats of being knocked out until next Wednesday were thrown out, and then someone would leave in a huff, dragging their children out the door behind them.  Anger may have lasted for a few days but that’s what siblings do and mom reminded us of that often.

Once again, we find ourselves in a rough spot, but instead of being at each other’s throats we are holding each other tight with hugs.  Mom has been on her death bed for a while now and has maintained that she will go out on her terms, the tough lady in her taking over.  All we can do is to honor her request, she’s lived a long fruitful life and has earned it.

It’s hard to watch this strong woman who has taught me so much to slowly leave us.  She can barely eat or drink anything but she tries.  With spring around the corner the weather was perfect for sitting outside and watching the world go by.  One morning mom asked that all of her children come to the house at dusk, and to make sure we brought beer, limes, and the salt shaker.

As the sun was getting ready to fall below the horizon, the stars faintly visible at the same time, the lawn chairs were set up and mom was brought outside.  We all sat down, beer in hand, and watched silently as the sun grew smaller and smaller in the distance.  Laughter filled the air as a smile spread across mom’s face, drinking her beer slowly, enjoying an old friend.

Mom listen to her children relive memories of their childhood and tell stories of their children and grandchildren.  Everyone was happy, the sadness in our lives being solved by good beer and good conversation.  We were so engulfed with laughter than we had not noticed mom had fallen asleep for the last time.  Mom helped us all to heal with good beer and good conversation.

Bayla

Do you know what a sin is?  I do.  It’s taken me a long time to figure out every sin there is and was of getting around them, loopholes, if you will.  After two thousand years I’ve learned the loopholes all too well.

Yes, you read that correctly, I’m an immortal, and I’m over two thousand years old.  Jesus, is usually the first thing people say when I tell them how old I am, or that I can not sin.  Well, you’re right, it’s all his fault.

Yes I did know who Jesus was, yes I have meet him, and yes he I hate him with every fiber in my immortal body.  I know what you’re thinking, how can I hate, hate is a sin?  Wrong.  That’s a lie your religious leaders tell you to keep you in line.  Hate is an emotion, not a sin.

You know who I am, you’re even heard about the time I met Jesus, what you do not know is my name.  My name is Bayla.  It means beautiful and my beauty is also my curse.

When Jesus started his ministry I was among his followers.  I was taken in by his message and knew he was going to save us from the Romans.  I seen his perform miracle after miracle.  I was a believer, until he cursed me.

The Pharisees were always trying to catch Jesus in a situation saying something they could use as an excuse to kill him.  My beauty brought me many suitors and what can I say, I like sex.  So the Pharisees took me before Jesus and told him that I was an adulteress.  By the Mosaic Law I was supposed to be stoned to death.

Is the story sounding familiar yet?  Jesus told them, “Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.”

Those traitorist sons of bitches walked away one by one, dropping stones they had hidden in their robes.  When they left Jesus looked up at me, surprised to still see me standing there.  Somehow he knew I had slept with three of those backstabbing bastards.

“Where did they go,” Jesus asked.  “Did no one throw a stone?”

“No,” I answered, still in shock at what just took place.

“Well I’m not going to condemn you,” he said as he stood up and walked over to me.  Taking both of my hands in his, he looked down into my eyes, piercing deep into my soul.  “Now go and sin no more.”

That’s what did it, that’s what turned me immortal and took away my ability to sin.

Hunting

I was sitting on my front porch, rocking gently in the wooden bench swing, enjoying the cool fall breeze.  The air was crisp as the temperature was slowly dropping.  The sky was clear and calm, allowing the stars to shine bright.

My dog was sitting at my feet, sleeping soundly.  I took a long drink of my RC Cola before taking a bite of my chocolate Moon Pie.  Without thinking I looked up at the moon at the moment.  It too was big and bright, glowing as it was nearly full.

Suddenly my dog’s head popped up, smelling something in the air that I could not.  That’s when I saw the little bastard with the big head across the street.  My dog began to bark uncontrollably, pulling against his leash, wanting to take a bite out of the little bastard, another sign of an alien presence.

I dropped my drink, jumping off the swing, and ran inside to grab my sword.  The only proper way to kill a Grey is to remove its big head.  If you kill it any other way, the body will disappear and there will be no proof of the encounter.

As I came back outside I unhooked my dog’s leash and let him loose.  He took off like a rocket, chasing after the Grey and I ran to follow.  Turns out the little bastard was only a four houses away.

“Hey,” I shouted as I raised my sword above my head, ready to chop him down.

The Grey turned to see me and my dog running full steam toward him.  He dropped his bag and started running away from me.

“You won’t make it to your ship,” I taunted as I caught up to him, his little legs were no match for me.

Towering over him I swung down but because of my forward momentum I missed.  Seeing that I was off balance he tried to tackle my midsection, punching me in my balls, catching me off guard with his shortness.

I never heard of Greys fighting back before and now I know why, they have no strength.  If the little bastard wanted to play, I could play.

I picked him up, lifting his torso onto my shoulder, before spinning him around once to gain momentum. I felt more like a pro wrestler than a Hunter.  I was going to enjoy this more than I should, I could tell.  I slammed his body down hard, the sound of his back cracking upon impact with the ground filling the silent air.  He rolled slowly, trying to touch his back, moaning and cursing in Spanish.

“Looks like I caught me one of those Mexico City Greys,” I said to my dog with a smile.  He continued to bark at the little bastard, jumping forward one step before jumping back, wanting to bite him but not wanting to get in my way.  Lifting my sword once more, I taunted, “Guess you and your buddies should have stayed out of Texas.”

I swung down hard, cutting off his big head.  As it rolled toward me I stopped it with my foot.

“I’ve always wanted an alien soccer ball,” I said, smiling wide, proud of my victory.  I bent down to pick up the head and a human head fell out.  Shit!  Wrong type of alien!  And that’s why I hate Halloween.

What Is A Soul Mate?

What is a soul mate?  That’s a loaded question with no simple answer.  While most people view a soul mate as a single person to spend the rest of your life with in a romantic sense, I do not.

These are all my beliefs, with no proof behind any of them, except a strong notion deep in my core.  I believe that a person has more than one soul mate and that you meet them at different times in your life and they stay with you until the next.

A person can have as few as five and up to a dozen mutual soul mates, souls that you both belong to each other, and not all of them are human souls.  Any living soul can be your soul mate.  A pet, a parent, a sibling, a friend, a grandparent, any can be in your mutual circle of soul mates.

I say mutual soul mates because you can be someone else’s soul mate yet they are not yours or vice versa.  I call these healing soul mates.  They come into your life or you come into theirs to help them recover from something the universe has hit them with.  You help them get through it and then your souls drift apart and only come together when needed once more.

The souls in your mutual circle can change roles from lifetime to lifetime.  One thing will stay constant, you will always find them.

That’s my view on soul mates.  Take what you will from it but that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

- Max M. Power 

Death Is Near

Death is near
But will not come close.
It’s not me,
That he wants the most.

I offer myself,
I’m ready to go.
I willingly surrender,
And he shouts, “NO!”

“We shall tango,
And then I will win.
Not accepting your surrender,
Tortures your soul more in the end.”

Death hides in my shadows
Causing me so much pain.
He roars with laughter,
While driving me insane.

- Max M. Power

Alien Hunter

There are three main species that rule the Universe.  My Masters, the Anunnaki, the Reptoids, you call them Reptilians, and the Zeta Reticulans, you call them Greys.  From these three all other species are created.  My Masters, however, have created all fifteen base species in the universe.

The Greys, the youngest of the three, are the most advanced intellectual species in the universe, which also makes them the most dangerous.  Physically they are a weak species and unable to create other species on their own so they rely on taking over species and make hybrids using science.  The hybrids they create are their slaves.

The Reptoids are physically strong but they too are unable to create new species on their own.  Unlike the Greys, they make hybrids by procreation.  If a base species is strong enough to survive the procreation process they become slaves to the Reptoids.

The Anunnaki, the Reptoids, and the Zeta Reticulans are family. Like any family they have been fighting with each other for over one hundred millennium.  The Greys started the war when they tried to enslave the Reptoids and their hybrids.  The Reptoids, full of rage, will destroy a Grey, eating them after killing them violently.

Mankind was the last of the base species to be touched by the Galactic War.  Homo sapiens became the only version of mankind to survive the early battles here on Earth.  The Reptoids tried breeding with Homo erectus but most did not survive the procreation. The Greys tried creating hybrids on Neanderthals but like the rest, most did not survive the process.

To protect the earth my Masters created a new species.  I am an Anuki, a race of female warriors who can not reproduce in any way.  My name is Rosil, and I am the last of my species.  I hunt down any Reptoids that come to procreate with your species, destroying them and their hybrid children.

Your governments, however, protect the Greys.  They have been lying to you.  They have been dealing with the Greys and they are not to be trusted.  The Greys are close to enslaving your leaders.  My Masters have finally given me permission to warn the world of the dangers you are facing.

I carved this message in a crop circle for mankind back in 2002:

“Beware the bearers of FALSE gifts & their BROKEN PROMISES. Much PAIN but still time. There is GOOD out there. We Oppose DECEPTION. Conduit CLOSING.”

Your governments are not listening.  Now I must take extreme actions.  Your governments wants to reveal the existence of the Greys and that you need to protect them.  If this happens mankind will be enslaved.  You are the last line of defense for your species.  Join me.  Become an Alien Hunter.

 

- Max M. Power

The Truth Is Out There

It was a Friday night, September 10, 1993. It was pitch black dark in my parents house. I was home alone, laying in my sister's waterbed because her room had the working tv.
There was a LOT of hype about this new science fiction show that was guaranteed to blow your mind and in a sense frighten you at the same time.
I was a gullible teen, still easily scared of things that went bump in the night. In my life I had already experienced a few in the houses I slept in.
Building up on the hype of the unknown about the show I was scaring myself without realizing it. Finally the show started. By the end I was hiding under the covers, too afraid to move from the safety of the bed, knowing if I set my foot on the floor I would become a victim of The X-Files.
- Max M. Power

Hurricane Season

When it's hurricane season Mother Nature creates storms so massive they destroy lives in a matter of seconds. They start out of no where and there is no way to prevent them from forming.
From Thanksgiving to Valentine's Day is Hurricane Season for people with live with depression. No one knows why but the holidays hits them hardest.
If you know someone with depression please keep this in mind. They will not tell you nor will they show it, so as not to ruin the holidays for you. They will suffer in silence.
An extra hug, words of encouragement, saying "I love you," can make a huge difference. It only takes a few seconds.