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죽은 자와 살아있는 자 ©

으로, ~에 의하여

마이클 케이시


나는 9 살 때 처음으로 고인을 봤지만 아버지는

죽은 사람이 살아있는 것과 같고, 오직 웃음 만 걱정하기

그들이 떠났고, 스파클이 눈에서 사라 졌습니다.

어깨에서 들리고 그들의 목소리가 사라졌다

영원.

낙원에서는 반짝 반짝 빛날 것입니다.

별들, 웃음은 아침 바람 이니

터닝 조수는 웃음으로 흔들리는 그들의 측면입니다.

나는 죽은자를 내가 살아있는 사람과 같은 예의로 대우합니다.

비록 고인이 항상 더 예의 바른 것을 알지만. 아버지도

살아있는 것에 대해 할 말이 몇 개있었습니다.

그는 생계는 영혼의 간병인 일 뿐이라고 말했다.

그들은 그들의 존재가 모든 것이라고 생각하고 모든 것을 알고 있습니다

그들은 감각으로 많은 것들을 경험하기 때문입니다.

살아있는 사람들이 인정하지 않는 것은 그들의 시간이 짧고

내가 쉬기 위해 몸을 눕히면 영혼은

그들없이, 그들의 강한없이, 그들의 약한없이, 그들의

내가 말할 수없는 곳에 아름답거나 심지어 추악한 일시적인 형태

더 좋은 곳입니다.

퍼시는 장의사가 관에 뚜껑을 덮고 영혼은 자유로웠다


시작

jug-eun jawa sal-aissneun ja ©

eulo, ~e uihayeo

maikeul keisi


naneun 9 sal ttae cheoeum-eulo goin-eul bwassjiman abeojineun

jug-eun salam-i sal-aissneun geosgwa gatgo, ojig us-eum man geogjeonghagi

geudeul-i tteonassgo, seupakeul-i nun-eseo sala jyeossseubnida.

eokkaeeseo deulligo geudeul-ui mogsoliga salajyeossda

yeong-won.

nag-won-eseoneun banjjag banjjag bichnal geos-ibnida.

byeoldeul, us-eum-eun achim balam ini

teoning josuneun us-eum-eulo heundeullineun geudeul-ui cheugmyeon-ibnida.

naneun jug-eunjaleul naega sal-aissneun salamgwa gat-eun yeuilo daeuhabnida.

bilog goin-i hangsang deo yeui baleun geos-eul aljiman. abeojido

sal-aissneun geos-e daehae hal mal-i myeoch gaeiss-eossseubnida.

geuneun saeng-gyeneun yeonghon-ui ganbyeong-in il ppun-ilago malhaessda.

geudeul-eun geudeul-ui jonjaega modeun geos-ilago saeng-gaghago modeun geos-eul algo issseubnida

geudeul-eun gamgag-eulo manh-eun geosdeul-eul gyeongheomhagi ttaemun-ibnida.

sal-aissneun salamdeul-i injeonghaji anhneun geos-eun geudeul-ui sigan-i jjalbgo

naega swigi wihae mom-eul nubhimyeon yeonghon-eun

geudeul-eobs-i, geudeul-ui ganghan-eobs-i, geudeul-ui yaghan-eobs-i, geudeul-ui

naega malhal sueobsneun gos-e aleumdabgeona simjieo chuaghan ilsijeog-in hyeongtae

deo joh-eun gos-ibnida.

peosineun jang-uisaga gwan-e ttukkeong-eul deopgo yeonghon-eun jayulowossda


sijag

This is terrible tragic news, and if it is bullying too.

You support fragile people, you never bully them.

You love them even more, and do what you can.

You never ever bully.

The Dead and The Living ©

by

Michael Casey

I first saw a deceased when I was nine years old ,my father said not

to worry as the dead are the same as the living , only the laughter

has left them , the sparkle has gone from their eyes , the worry has

been lifted from their shoulders , and their voice has vanished to

eternity .

In paradise the sparkle will return for it is the twinkle of the

stars , the laughter will return too for it is the morning breeze and

the turning tides are their sides shaking with laughter .

I treat the deceased with the same courtesy as I give to the living ,

though I find the deceased are always more polite . My father also

had a few words to say about the living .

He said that the living are only the caretakers of the soul , yet

they think their existence is everything , that they know everything

because they experience many things with their senses .

What the living don't acknowledge is that their time is short and

when I lay their bodies to rest then their souls continue without

them , without their strong , without their weak , without their

beautiful or even ugly temporary form , to where I cannot say , only

that it is a better place .

Percy the undertaker placed the lid on the coffin ,the soul was free

THE BEGINNING

Praying for a Miracle

Praying for a Miracle ©
By
Michael Casey

Today in Rome John Henry Newman is Canonised, he is actually a neighbour as The Oratory is just up the road, about a 25 minute walk. My sister has actually seen 2 Saints. Mother Theresa visited her school, and JPII did a papal Mass and my sister was in the crowd. I of course am amongst the sinners, so I never meet or see anybody “holy”. I do of course know about praying for a miracle, you can find and read Padre Pio and Me which is on the Internet.

Now I’m not going to stick with the holy stuff, as most of you would be bored. I’m sure those of you camping in a field in Ukraine won’t be too interested in the holy stuff. Meanwhile in Indonesia this morning somebody is reading a Polish Translation of Quick Stories, so hello to them and to my Korean readers too. So to the point, well almost, when do I ever go in a straight line, only bullets do that, so duck if you are in a conflict zone. No, I’m doing to try and get you thinking, and maybe smirking like a Government Minister.

When was the last time you prayed for a miracle? When your girlfriend said she thought she was pregnant and her dad still thinks she is a pure as the Virgin Mary herself. So you prayed that she was virgo intacta, ever though you were both like rabbits for 18 months. Please God, let her not be pregnant, I cannot afford to have a family, please God let her not be pregnant. I promise I’ll be the best dad ever, but not yet, but not yet. So God smiles, and he has a very long memory. So 5 years later you marry, as you are now successful, and God sends you 5 daughters. For years you got the knickers off your sweetheart. Now you will spend the rest of your life making sure that such a thing does not happen to your pure innocent daughters. All 5 of them. But you are in luck as they all become lesbians, ok I’m joking now, but you get the picture. You pray for one thing and you get the other.

Please God, let me get that job, I really need this job, only you get sacked and spend 6 months on the dole, they sack you on your dad’s Birthday, and you so much wanted to make your dad proud of you. But after 6 months you get a dream job and stay there 20 years making lots of money. So did God ignore your prayers and then by Luck you got something far far better? Either way its was an ill wind that blew no good, or was that the Holy Spirit, or the bottle of vodka Lech Boris and Gregorgi gave you to cheer you up. Instead it blew your head off, it was the 2017 Warley Woods best vintage vodka. So you swore you’d never touch any alcohol again, which helped save you a lot of money, but also Kim never ever touched alcohol, so you won her heart by being an alcohol free man. You did get something far far better in return, her.

Then you pray for a child, as annoying and as snot smearing and noisy as kids are your life with Kim would not be complete without a child. So you pray for a child, but nothing comes, you are a childless couple. Then her brother and his wife tragically die leaving 3 young kids behind, the orphanage beckons. But you and Kim scream, NO, so suddenly you have 3 kids, and you are a family of 5. So was that God doing simple quadratic equations, move this, delete that, balance this and you get that. Either way you have 3 kids getting parents, who will love them to death, due to the death of their real parents. Later you discover the dead real parents were couriers for drugs dealers, hiding stuff under babies nappies and so forth. So was God balancing the scales, the scales of justice? And the 3 innocent toddlers got real loving parents, and not drug dealing parents. You never know.

What about me, this 40 something boy who ended up with 2 beauties as daughters? God’s sense of humour, ugly dad’s get beautiful children. I really did stand by the fridge and looking at my dead mother’s photo say “I give up, all I want is a wife and perhaps a family, and to do something useful with my life” And the rest is History, or so they say.
But miracles don’t last forever you have to work at them.

So be careful what you pray for, life is strange and so much more, a “miracle” can be a bus arriving so you get to the interview on time. Or you get soaking wet and stand there dripping for your interview, you are so pissed off that you strip off, you just don’t care. So you stand there naked and dripping. I want to be judged on by my abilities. The interview panel is three Swedish blondes, who smile and laugh, then strip off besides you. A photographer appears. You have just made the cover of Nudist Magazine 2019. In your soggy state you have gone into the wrong room.

But it’s an ill wind that blows no good, Olga, Helga and Swelga are sisters and they share everything. As for the Natural History job, the interviewer’s car broke down in all the rain, so you get an email apology. So you come back the next week and get that job, based on your ability, no stripping required. Though the sisters become friends and you go camping with them every weekend. And if that isn’t a miracle then nothing is.

Just in case God is reading this, He knows my soul, and he knows what I really need, and maybe just maybe John Henry Newman as you are a freshly minted Saint, how about helping your neighbour from down the road? Or maybe I’m too big a challenge, or just bad salt that should be thrown out? Though God does take rubbish and turns it into something useful. So is that me?

 John Henry Newman, my neighbour from just up the road

American Politics the Worst Comedy Ever

American Politics the Worst Comedy Ever

just a few thoughts after I've read The Press today

I am the accused

So I'll try and be my own judge as well

Then if it goes to the Supreme Court

Judges I appointed  will now be my judge

I will refuse to allow the evidence to be seen or heard

Because I can stop the evidence being revealed

I can stop my appointees from speaking against me

Anybody not for me is against me

So I'll sack them or blindfold and gag them

Nobody can see my taxes

Nobody can see my exam results

Nobody this and nobody that

But everybody knows about the 18+ others

But I've slapped gagging orders on them, and paid for silence

This goes on and on

I spend my time watching Butt licking tv, and playing golf

Then I say of course I'm as innocent and pure as the Virgin Mary

Though when this game of Charades is finally over I don't have a Prayer

My biopolar behaviour reeks havoc the world over

Turn left, turn right, go up, go down, sit, stand, dance

And everybody obeys me, I am a stable genius

I am alone know everything, I am God

And my face burns, a side effect of my meds for biopolar

So I have a  great tan, as Washington burns as I

Fiddle as Nero did, and as only I can fiddle

Meanwhile the world despairs

What can they do, I am an all powerful genius

My country's moral authority  has been spent

No morals, justy MY authority left

What were Regan's words about a President gone rogue

The flash on the horizon, as no good men, not even a few

Stood up and did the right thing

Country First not Party, as the embers of a once great

country smoulder amongst the weakness of corrupt old white men.

Falloff the Russian

Falloff the Russian ©

By

Michael Casey

Well Falloff didn’t Falloff the page if you were listening earlier in the day, in fact Falloff never fell off anything. Falloff was called Falloff because people could not pronounce his name. As he was always telling people to be careful or they would fall off that was his name. He was the caretaker at the block of flats, how he came from the East to Birmingham nobody knew, but he did have 3 friends called Lech, Boris and Gregorgi who visited a few times a year. Then there was singing and much laughter, much laughter. It was like Santa and his brothers had come to town.

Falloff liked where he lived, and he liked the people in Old Forge and Singing Anvil. There were a few naughty boys who liked to walk on the edge or hang like monkeys, hence “don’t fall off” which gave rise to his nickname, Falloff, the Russian. Falloff was loved by all, he could fix anything, just anything. Vacuum cleaners and microwaves, and best of all he never charged. He would accept food as a gift for a repair, but money never, do you think I’m a Nazi he’d say. So he was loved.

When the lifts broke he would carry shopping up to the top floor for the old folks, once he even carried an old woman up with her held in his arms like a baby. Marie asked but how are you so strong. Falloff confessed he was in the army in USSR a long time ago, and you had to be fit. But to carry me all the way up the stairs. If you love somebody you’ll do anything was his humble reply. I once carried a comrade 8 kilometres on my back. Did you love him? No, but he was comrade and there is a brotherhood in the army, any army the world over. There is a Western song after all, He Aint Heavy, he’s my brother, Falloff smiled at the memory. Besides I was dating his sister, so I had to carry him, to save him, or she would have killed me. He laughed.

Falloff enjoyed his life, it was easy compared to some of the things he’d endure in the past, and these British people here in Old Forge and Singing Anvil were nice people, as good as the people back home in Mother Russia. But into each life some darkness must fall, so some bad lads came acalling trying to sell drugs at his block of flats. They swore at him, go away back to Russia you silly man. But Falloff insisted, he would not allow drugs to pollute where he lived and the people in his block lived. Somebody pulled a knife and managed to scratch his hand. But that was all they got away with, Falloff’s military training kicked in, the knifeman was on his back with a crack, Falloff had broken his arm. Two more came running at him, so Falloff punched one, knocking him out with one punch, the other he grabbed and held over the balcony. You don’t want to falloff do you? His Russian accent getting stronger as he was angry now. 3 Nazis invading his home, his friends’ home. Now remember this, this may not be Mother Russia, but this block of flats is my home, my land and I will defend it, we Russians love where we live, and I live here.

By now a crowd had gathered to see what the commotion was, Falloff had taken out three bad lads on his own. Then he picked up the knife and put it in his boot. Now go away, invade another place, but not here, but we’ll shake hands and you can promise me you’ll never return. As he shook hands the first one Falloff squeezed just as the Nazis had been squeezed, the bad lad sunk to his feet in pain. Then the 2^nd one , and finally the 3^rd one. He shook hands with each, the last one was the biggest one, so Falloff really should his hand, until the bad lad screamed, as Falloff broke his little finger.

After that nobody ever tried to bring drugs near the flat, Falloff was held in such high regard. And that’s how he carried his comrade so far without dropping him, Falloffs grip was as strong as the Russian winter itself. Then it was full of brotherly love as he carried his comrade, but for Nazis it was a weapon.

Falloff’s life went on as normal, but bad pennies sometimes return. In this case the girlfriend of one of the bad lads moved into the block of flats to try and get away from him. But bad boys chase girls even when told to “get lost”. So one night Falloff heard a commotion and went to investigate. The bad lad Nazi was beating the girl he said he loved, but he was beating her now because she said she did not love him. She was trying to escape him, and was climbing out the window to escape. Falloff arrived and heard her scream, seeing the situation he had tgo act fast. I’ll deal with you later he said to the bad lad, as he hit him him hard breaking his jaw. A real Russian lover would never hit a woman, Falloff chided as he stepped over the fallen Nazi.

Rachel was handing from the balcony, by now screaming, Falloff tested the washing line hanging on the balcony. Then he launched himself over the balcony holding the washing line. He gabbed Rachel, and she screamed don’t drop me. Falloff replied, don’t worry you are safe. They were on the 8^th floor hanging over a balcony. Then the washing line snapped and they dropped 10 feet. Falloff asked Saint Jude to save the girl, he’d faced death before and maybe it was time for him to die.

Down  below a crowd formed and they decided to help, so they moved the bouncy castle which was 100 metres away ready for the fair. Just hold on they screamed, Falloff held on, he held the girl and Saint Jude held him. The bouncy castle was held in position, then with a prayer Falloff swung the girl with his one hand. She landed in exactly the middle of the bouncy castle. Falloff it’s you next, Falloff its time to falloff. So Falloff fell out, as requested by the crowd as they held the bouncy castle in position again.

Falloff was all over the newspapers now, caretaker called Falloff falls off building after saving a girl from falling off a building. The bad boy was arrested and it came to pass he was a very bad lad, so he went to jail, for a long time, more than long enough for his jaw to heal, though he’d always have a funny face from now on.

Falloff got a reward, and Rachel’s mother came around to personally thank him. It turned out that she was a History teacher, and Russia was her passion, and she did in fact speak Russian. You can guess the rest. Yes Falloff never let go of her, in fact they were married in the Spring.

more stories tomorrow

more stories tomorrow

having a rest, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak

so here's an old story

more stories tomorrow

the spirit is willing the flesh is weak

so here's an old story

A Brief History of Pain ©

By

Michael Casey

Well it is 2.30am on 20^th Feb 2018, and after a good family day tonight I am all alone with just Pain for company. I’ve had to get up as I’m in so much pain and lying down just hurts. My left shoulder feels like I’ve been stabbed, after 5 or six such stabbings and screaming out in pain at the top of my voice I’ve decided to get out of bed.

I had been congratulating myself because its several weeks since I last had to get up in the middle of the night due to pain. I was thinking about dialing 999 but they’ll just say take pain killers. The pain is so severe some times you’d welcome the sight of the undertaker, yes it’s not Micky Mouse pain.

During the day nobody sees your pain, you just stroll like John Travolta to the shops and have a joke with the workers, ok bore them while they smile through gritted teeth at your inane humour. They don’t see you run out of energy like the bunny rabbit with the rubbish batteries in as in the adverts.

They don’t hear you scream for the Movelat, it works in 5 minutes you know. So this is my life. Not pain all the time, but too much of the time. Pain appears like a mugger at a time and place and location on my body of its choosing. Some days left hip, some days right hip, some days my back. Some days I have a limp others I do not. On good days I’m a very fast walker, as I used to be all my life till 2013.

It is all so random. That’s why it is so annoying, I never know when I’ll be screaming in pain, or just mildly discomforted. Its a merry go round of pain, up and down and around and around, with just a bit of Tinnitus as occasional accompaniment. Yes I do have many good days but I have too many days overshadowed by pain. Not forgetting the occasional stabbing pain to the heart which is not a heart attack, and when I did call 999 that time and spent a night in hospital, they did not really know the cause.

So as I wait for sleep to overpower me so I can chance lying down, please understand what it is like for me. But more importantly think about people in far more pain, like your old granddad, and try and have some patience and love for them when they are having bad days.

This has been a brief history of pain, I hope it explains choose to act the fool, especially when I write.

Don't Laugh at Me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBVMO3O7VDc

I stumbled  over Peter, Paul and Mary's   Don't Laugh at Me

it is my Credo already