EVERYONE... has let the Author and Finisher down more times than they haven’t. Myself included... the key lies in teaching yourself not to let him down. The thing I will not stand for is the use of His name in vein, that being the third of ten laws given to Moses. I now follow a Being that set ten simple laws which I will present to you,  keep in mind IT IS NOT ME SAYING THIS BUT God Himself. If you disagree with anything stated here, take them to the proper place…TO GOD.    1. I am the Lord thy God, … Thou shalt have no other gods before me. I think that this law is the easiest law to follow personally, that is unless  you are one that seems compelled to hug trees, they are beautiful and all but… ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————- 2. Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven images. I think it’s easy to follow this one also. It even goes for images made by others. ————— ———————————————————————————————————————...

DIS · TRAC · TION dəˈstrakSH(ə)n/ noun plural noun:  distractions a thing that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else. “the company found passenger travel a distraction from the main business of moving freight” “a distraction from the real issues” extreme agitation of the mind or emotions. “He knew she was nervous by her uncharacteristic air of distraction” While younger distractions seemed fun not caring about the long-term, let alone the  end . ————————————————————————————————-  There are few things that are thoroughly disliked, everything is liked by degree. Since almost everything is liked, I must tell the few things that make up the opposite. For instance, I loathe the word “luck”, all the forms of and similar to the word “feel”. Some say, “The word Luck came from, and really means  lucifer .” It is merely only a coincidence that the first three letters match up… But if not. Regardless the king of lies h...

Brief bio of Jesse Clowater:            On August 24, 1982, I was born in the city of 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 a 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. Although           

T estimony Hello. Life with a brain injury is way harder than easy, let alone one with the synonyms “severe and traumatic”  in front. I should know because I am blessed with one… When talking with people,  because it happens way more often than not, I wait for let’s say three seconds till the subject of what I do with myself between the hours of 9 to 5 normally comes up. Or if not that, normally I can tell them noticing the darting glances elsewhere on my body,  the way I walk. The “question” comes up. Why. I am ever so glad, in and un-glad kind of way, to tell them why. It is not that I do not know that it was and is a shame on way more levels than one. The way it I was living. Partying, the girls, and drinking, which way more than one person has been guilty of. May 19, 2007. The fact that I was driving solo on that night was merely a God-sent blessing. Thereby removing the need of me nervously stuttering while going through the story of what happened to a cry...

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 "sauce" 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 ...

                Losing memory. At first, dealing with the world was easy almost too easy. Maybe it was the MJ making it seem that way or maybe it was. Numerous times various people I looked up to, people I respected would warn me. That I had better grow up and get my ducks quakin' in tune. The colors of the world, seeing that all the world is colorful. Yet why 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 noth...

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.

PEACE, 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?" ---------------------------> 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. ---------------------------> Peace...

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

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 J esus 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.