The Entitlement Generation

Written by: Gary Wonning

Much has been said in recent years about the younger generation being the “Entitlement” generation.

This certainly doesn’t allude to everyone in this generation, there are many fine young people in the world today, people who will carry the weight and lead us into the future, but regretfully, many young people have been lead astray.

They have been called snowflakes, cupcakes and other such terms to illustrate the tender state of their feelings and emotions. They can’t seem to handle any amount of stress whatsoever.

Anything that doesn’t go their way and give them what they want sends many of them into emotional shock, resulting in crying, emotional outbursts or flocking to the streets to decry some great social injustice.

The general consensus is that what has caused this is they were raised to expect a trophy just for showing up in life, they didn’t have to do anything, just be there.

Many have never been told “No”, and have never experienced rejection, they have been shielded from every negative event that has ever crossed their path and thus have no coping skills.

While most of this is true, they cannot keep blaming their parents and society for their misconceptions.

As a human soul, they knew full well at birth what they were getting into, they volunteered to experience the life they have now, to learn lessons needed for the advancement of their soul. We all have free will, that free will covers every phase of our life, not just deciding if we are going to have a hot fudge sundae or a pizza. You can’t decide not to have free will.

They were born into life situations that would benefit them and enable them to experience challenges necessary for their continued growth.

Their ancestors, for the most part, had good intentions. Many grew up in a time when material possessions were few and far between. They grew up fighting wars and poverty. When the prosperity boom of the sixties came about, they seized the opportunity to provide a life for their families no one even envisioned was possible.

Along with it, most still maintained the spiritual values taught them by their ancestors. Over time, those values began to fade away, not so much by the previous generation, but by the one’s who followed. soon they were forgotten.

With this degradation of the values that made us great, it suddenly became fashionable to treat everyone fairly and not hurt someone’s feelings, to treat everyone like a winner.

The everyone’s a winner mentality is what has brought about the current dilemma.

It’s past time to abandon this philosophy and go back to teaching the core values that are more likely to bring about a happy and successful life.

The sooner the entitled generation realizes it is their responsibility to fix their own life, regardless of the circumstances that lead to their current situation the sooner they will begin to lead a happier life.

They volunteered to experience the events they are going through, they can’t blame someone else forever.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.Your comments are welcome

The Gift of Change

The Gift of Change an excerpt Marianne Williamson

Posted: 17 Aug 2016 11:48 AM PDT

Life as we knew it is passing away, and something new is emerging to take its place.

All of us are playing a part in a larger transformative process, as each of us is being forced to confront whatever it is we do, or even think, that keeps love at bay. For as we block love’s power to change our own lives, we block its power to change the world.

Humanity is moving forward now, though in some ways we are doing so kicking and screaming. Nature seems to be saying to all of us, “Okay, it’s time. No more playing around. Become the person you were meant to be.”

We would like to, but it’s hard. The problems of the world today seem larger than they have ever been before, making it easy to succumb to cynicism, fear, hopelessness, and despair. Until, that is, we remember who we are.

For who we really are is a power bigger than all our problems, both personal and collective. And when we have remembered who we are, our problems — which are literally nothing other than manifestations of our forgetfulness — will disappear.

Well that would be a miracle, you might say. And that is precisely the point.

This book is about learning who we are, that we might become agents of miraculous change. As we release the fear-based thoughts we’ve been taught to think by a frightened and frightening world, we see God’s truth revealed: that who we are at our core is love itself. And miracles occur naturally as expressions of love.

It is said in Alcoholics Anonymous that every problem comes bearing its own solution. And the gift being borne by our current challenges is the opportunity to make a large leap forward in the actualization of our own potential. The only way the world can make a quantum leap, from conflict and fear to peace and love, is if that same quantum leap occurs within us. Then and only then will we become the men and women capable of solving the problems that plague us. As we leap into the zone of our most authentic selves, we enter a realm of infinite possibility.

Until we enter that zone, we are blocked, for God cannot do for us what He cannot do through us. To say He has the solutions to our problems is to say He has a plan for the changes each of us needs to go through in order to become the people through whom He can bring forth those solutions. The most important factor in determining what will happen in our world is what you decide to let happen within you. Every circumstance — no matter how painful — is a gauntlet thrown down by the universe, challenging us to become who we are capable of being. Our task, for our own sakes and for the sake of the entire world, is to do so.

Yet for us to become who we most deeply want to be, we must look at who we are now — even when what we see doesn’t please us. This moment is driving us to face every issue we’ve ever avoided facing, compelling us to get to some rock-bottom, essential truth about ourselves whether we like what we see there or not.

And until we make that breakthrough in ourselves, there will be no fundamental breakthrough in the world. The world we see reflects the people we’ve become, and if we do not like what we see in the world, we must face what we don’t like within ourselves. Having done so, we will move through our personal darkness to the light that lies beyond. We will embrace the light and extend the light.

And as we change, the world will change with us.

We spend so much time on unimportant things — things with no ultimate meaning — yet for reasons no one seems to fully understand, such nonessentials stand at the center of our worldly existence. They have no connection to our souls whatsoever, yet they have attached themselves to our material functioning. Like spiritual parasites, they eat away our life force and deny us our joy. The only way to rid ourselves of their pernicious effects is to walk away … not from things that need to get done, but from thoughts that need to die.

Crossing the bridge to a better world begins with crossing a bridge inside our minds, from the addictive mental patterns of fear and separation, to enlightened perceptions of unity and love. We’re in the habit of thinking fearfully, and it takes spiritual discipline to turn that around in a world where love is more suspect than fear.

To achieve a miraculous experience of life, we must embrace a more spiritual perspective. Otherwise, we will die one day without ever having known the real joy of living. That joy emerges from the experience of our true being — when we detach from other people’s projections onto us, when we allow ourselves permission to dream our greatest dreams, when we’re willing to forgive ourselves and others, when we’re willing to remember that we were born with one purpose:  to love and be loved.

Anyone who looks at the state of the world today is aware that something radically new is called for — in who we are as a species and in our relationship to each other and our relationship to the earth itself. Yet the psychological fundamentals that hold this dysfunctional world in place are like sacred cows: we are afraid to touch them, for fear something bad will happen to us if we do. In fact, something bad will happen to us if we do not. It is time to change. It is time to do what we know in our hearts we were born to do.

We are here to participate in a glorious subversion of the world’s dominant, fear-based thought forms.

There are only two core emotions:  love and fear.  And love is to fear as light is to darkness: in the presence of one, the other disappears. . . .

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

Do Cats Go To Heaven

Do Cats Go to Heaven?

A cat dies and goes to Heaven. God meets him at the gate and says, “You have been a good cat all of these years. Anything you desire is yours, all you have to do is ask.”

The cat says, “Well, I lived all my life with a poor family on a farm and had to sleep on hardwood floors.”God says,
“Say no more.” And instantly, a fluffy pillow appears.

A few days later, 6 mice are killed in a tragic accident and they go to Heaven. God meets them at the gate with the
same offer that He made the cat. The mice said, “All our lives we’ve had to run. Cats, dogs and even women with
brooms have chased us. If we could only have a pair of roller skates, we wouldn’t have to run anymore.”

God says, “Say no more.” And instantly, each mouse is fitted with a beautiful pair of tiny roller skates.

About a week later, God decides to check and see how the cat is doing. The cat is sound asleep on his new pillow.
God gently wakes him and asks, “How are you doing?
Are you happy here?”

The cat yawns and stretches and says, “Oh, I’ve never been happier in my life. And those Meals on Wheels you’ve been sending over are the best!”

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

Raising Turkeys

Written By: Gary Wonning

After we started raising turkeys, the manure which is rich in nitrogen and smells of ammonia, greatly enhanced the soil. As a result, the corn yield increased to around a hundred bushels per acre. That was quite an improvement from the early years.

The young chick turkeys were housed inside until they were about four months old. The houses they were living in were equipped with wire flooring so the droppings could fall below where they were walking. This made for a very slippery surface and resulted in some interesting situations when it was time to catch them and put them out on range.

The turkeys were caught individually, so there was much slipping and sliding while performing this function. When I got a little older, I was allowed to help, which I thought was big stuff, until one night as I lunged for a turkey, I slipped and only grabbed one of the turkey’s legs. The other leg swung around and the turkey claws made a large gash across my right cheek.

It healed after a time, but for years, every time I exercised a lot and my face became red, the scar would be visible.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

Off To The Land Of Oz

Written By: Gary Wonning

Seeking adventure and a desire to have as much contact with the aborigines as possible, I had requested to spend all of my time in the outback even though I didn’t really know what the outback was. This was to be a journey of a lifetime. The real vision quest was about to begin.

The journey became a real test of faith and the adventure of a lifetime. The NIE (National Institute of Exploration) was a fly by the seat of your pants type of organization, and to keep the costs down had arranged all the travel as cheaply as possible.

Many of the flights were last minute flights and much of the travel in Australia was on an arrangement where we traveled for free in exchange for the publicity the different locations and venues would get from the sale of our books. About one hundred fifty photographers were covering Australia, it would be a boon for the country and quite an experience for us.

Two days before we are leaving and no tickets, I began getting calls from the CEO of NIE, and every time he called my flight would change. Finally, at about midnight the night before we were scheduled to leave, Barry called and said my ticket would be in Indianapolis at the ticket counter of United Airlines when I checked in on Sunday. Somehow knowing the trip was going to happen, I knew everything would work out.

My dad was taking me to the airport the next day and he wasn’t impressed when I told him I didn’t have a ticket yet. He seemed to think I was crazy to go under these circumstances, I tended to agree with him.

Checking with the agent at the desk, he knew nothing. After some conversation, the agent checked some obscure location and lo and behold there it was. I’m on my way!

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

Montezuma and Cortez

As it was in the new world before the coming of the Europeans.

Upon reaching Tenochitlan (Mexico City), Montezuma asked Cortés if he was the god Quetzalcoatl, who was predicted to return from the east as a white man with a beard and blue eyes, to stamp out human sacrifice and deliver the oppressed.

Cortés replied: “It was true that we came from where the sun rose, and were the vassals and servants of a great Prince called the Emperor Don Carlos, who held beneath his sway many and great princes, and that the Emperor having heard of him and what a great prince he was, had sent us to these parts to see him, and to beg them to become Christians, the same as our Emperor and all of us, so that his soul and those of all his vassals might be saved.”

Montezuma was in awe of Cortés and his men, primarily because of the ominous portents and signs that had recently occurred which were interpreted as foretelling Quetzalcoatl’s return and the end of the Aztec Empire, namely:

  • water of the lake around Mexico City boiling over due to volcanic eruption
  • unusual northern lights
  • comets
  • earthquakes
  • the temple of the sun god catching fire
  • eerie wailing noises at night
  • the king’s sister revived from her grave saying strange beings would enter the country and ruin it

Montezuma showed Cortés and his men their temples. There was a theater made of human skulls and mortar, wherein Gonzalo de Umbria counted 136,000 skulls, which included those in the steps and on poles. A tower was made of skulls too numerous to count.

There were obsidian knives, stone altars, black-robed priests with hair matted down with human blood, idols with basins for human blood, walls and steps covered with human blood and gore, an idol made out of seeds kneaded and ground with the blood of virgins and babies, pits where the human bodies were thrown after people had eaten off the arms and legs.

Bernal Diaz del Castillo recorded: “Our Captain said to Montezuma through our interpreter, half laughing: ‘Señor Montezuma, I do not understand how such a great Prince and wise man as you are has not come to the conclusion, in your mind, that these idols of yours are not gods, but evil things that are called devils and so that you may know it and all your priests may see it clearly, do me the favor to approve of my placing a cross here on the top of this tower.’”

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

A Trip To The Emergency Room

Written by Gary Wonning

An excerpt from my book.

I could see the drivers head turn away from me, he hadn’t seen me. Looking down at the pavement, I could see sand had been washed onto the wet road, not something one wants to see while trying to stop a motorcycle.

I suddenly realized two choices were at hand, hit the pavement or hit the truck, neither decision was acceptable. I had reached that millisecond of time when one realizes they are in a pile of do-do and there isn’t anything that can be done about it, except utter a few words of desperation and bite the bullet.

Only traveling about 10 miles per hour, the damage should be minimal. My thought was to tap the rear brake, knowing that by doing so the rear wheel would lock up because of the sand on the road. I would lay the bike down and bail off the back of it, shouldn’t be too bad.

Wrong again, as I tapped the rear brake, the wheel locked up as expected, and as I attempted to lay the bike down and jump backward off the bike, the bike fell on my right leg, forcing me to hit the ground like a flyswatter pursuing a pesky fly.

Laying face down on the pavement, excruciating pain was traveling up my right arm. Quickly flopping over on my back, I ripped off my helmet and began to go into shock. It had begun to rain again and my biggest concern was I may get ran over by an inattentive motorist.

My fears were soon put to rest, the driver of the small pickup had seen what happened and stopped to assist. Soon the EMT’s arrived, Charlotte was a member of the life squad, when she heard the call come in, she knew it was me and came to help. She scooped me up off the pavement rode to the hospital and took me home later.

When they cut off my favorite jacket and trouser leg, they assessed the damages, nothing but minor scrapes on my leg, the most serious injury was a dislocated right shoulder, Gawd, it hurt! The trip to the hospital was brutal, emergency vehicles ride REALLY, REALLY rough.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

photo of crystal skull

The Anna Mitchell-Hedges crystal skull