Thursday, December 14, 2017

Bio...

Brief bio of Jesse Clowater:



I was born on August 24, 1982 in Charlottesville, then grew up in Fluvanna County, where I did country boy stuff, like fishing, hunting, and playing soccer. My mom began taking me to church when I was two. I went to Christian school until the ninth grade. Even though I believed in God, I got further and further away from Him during my late teens and twenties. Substituting temporary fun for the Truth, I followed a track that would either end up in jail or a funeral parlor.
               

                 After consuming copious amounts of moonshine with friends, I somehow thought I could drive home from Crozet. Because after drinking that "sause" your invincible, or so you think. The Almghty forsaw a cedar tree connecting with my head at horatiously high speeds in the middle of the night, to wake me up. 
 I woke up days later in a hospital room with tubes and wires trailing off my body, unable to talk or eat—even though I cannot remember it.
 A severe traumatic brain injury has its definite downside; it narrows a person’s world to what is really important. My story is one of being stripped of my rebellious identity and of returning to the Lord I had tried to place on a shelf.
GISZACK, TODD COL (GISZACKT@fuma.org)
 Warren McIvor (gwmci@yahoo.com)
 Steve Feden (steve@ccfluvanna.com)
 David small (dsmall@apps.fluco.org)
Carol Sears Ragland (dblmiracle@Hotmail.com)
Terrie Wood (Twood@apps.fluco.org)


Pastor Adams (434-581-9982)

Losing memory?

               

 Losing memory. The colors of the world, seeing that all the world is colorful, are all being reduced to the basics... Beware of group mentality, separating people into groups and pitting one against the other. 
The memory of lying to myself, then people who called themselves friends backing the lie up flickers in my mind like a kitchen light running on its last fumes. When a person is first growing up they attempt to do things their own way, sometimes working, sometimes not. 
Lying to themselves and each other, I remember this with the different degrees of clarity. Memory flicks into my mind of a friend, acting on my telling him I remember nothing, he then returned the favor. When in fact I did remember a very few things. Nothing even close to  what he was looking for is left in my brain, he's just itching for reason to split my wig. Metaphorically speaking.    

RE-birth

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According to Jean Piaget, a Swiss clinical psychologist known for his pioneering work in child development, children go through four key stages of cognitive development. The sensorimotor stage, from birth to age 2. The preparation of stage, from age 2 to about age 7. The concrete operational stage, from age 7 to age 11. Then the formal operational stage, which begins in adolescence and spans to adulthood.
Now, seeing that this was in a sense my re-rebirth, everything moved as if I was on speed. What happened in years seemed to happen in months to me, disorienting, to say the least. I Googled stages of child development thinking I would get something far different, but I was wrong.

Same-difference,  I have long since then quit attempting to get back pieces what was lost and instead focusing on what can be created new.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Way BETTERthanBAD ·

PEACE,


I have come to the conclusion, thinking about myself first, that nobody on God’s green earth deserves the word “good”. Everyone is, in fact, some degree better than bad, even though they themselves try and hide, use many distractions, and/or point to someone else. When in need of peace, which the world constantly says it needs and is chock-full of versions of.  It resorts to some half- version of instead of the real thing, the True Way.
Waking up in the hospital the overuse of the word "good" simply plagued my ears and mind's eye. 
"Person one: How you doing today? 
Person two: Good… good. You?"
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Everybody's road is different, some bumpier than others. Mine had far more than no bumps, but you can either let the bumps take you out or learn from them. By God's grace, I have and will continue to learn. The First and foremost problem is group-mentality.
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Peace,
JMC 

A.k.A 

THEJessTER

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

My STEPS 2 STEPPIN'





       On whatever day I came home from the hospital, I came home.
The actual accident which occurred on 19th of May in the year 2007, left me bedridden.
Unable to walk, seeing that I had "parked" my car where one stood a cedar tree.
Cedar is the opposite than soft wood and upon coming into direct contact with my head, instead of breaking my skull, it blessed me with a severe traumatic brain injury, making the ONLY four words able to describe my injury...
<ClickME>>Way BETTERthanBAD<<ClickME>.

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People that know me now say that I can have some stubborn tendencies. All that can be said without thinking too deeply is, just as everything it too has a right and a wrong use. 

Friday, March 25, 2016

PEACE is as peace does...

Life is far better than bad, it's actually the opposite of. Opposites. The world is chock-full of them but think about it. You wouldn't have the rich if there was no poor. The same can be said about being pretty or ugly, them resting on the person judging's definition.

It is He that has risen, all the answers can be found in the BEGINNING and END. Because Jesus Christ has already WON in the END and the prince of this world, satan, is mad. You would be too if you knew that you had already lost. Being the prince of this world, satan is merely attempting not to be lonely in hell and take as many people with him as possible.