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

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

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The Anna Mitchell-Hedges crystal skull

 

It’s Time To Return To Electing the Most Qualified Person For Office

The election is finally over!

In spite of her best efforts, Hillary did not become the first woman president. Maybe now we can get back to choosing the best candidate regardless of race, gender, or creed.

Every since affirmative action has been in place, it seems everything we have done and every person that has been placed in a position of power or authority have been based on race or gender, the very thing affirmative action was supposed to eliminate.

The last two elections were nothing but affirmative action in action. I’m not saying neither candidate was qualified or not, but the deciding factor in both elections has been electing someone from a minority, qualifications had nothing to do with it. It’s time to stop the nonsense, no one deserves to be president, it is too big of a responsibility to base it on such frivolous requirements, it doesn’t matter what race or gender they are, the the only requirement is that they are the most qualified.

It matters not if they are black, white, brown, red, or yellow, it doesn’t matter if they are male or female, that was the supposition of affirmative action.

We don’t necessarily need a female or black president, the presidency is gender and race neutral. It matters not if you are a man or woman, white or black, only if you place the welfare of the nation above party politics or special interests.

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

 

The Power Of Positive Thinking

Written By: Gary Wonning

The  Power Of Positive Thinking, Before the Power Of Positive Thinking Was Popular.

I have always been a high school basketball fan, growing up in Indiana, it was only natural.

To add to the allure, The movie “Hoosiers”, was filmed about my neighboring school championship season, the Milan Indians.

I was nine years old when the game was played and it left a permanent impression in our minds, after that game everyone wanted to be Bobby Plump, who was portrayed as Jimmy Chitwood in the movie. 

I knew of or personally knew many of the players and through the years continuously learned more about the team and what inspired them.

I recently discovered something I hadn’t known.

Glenn Butte, the starting center was a high school principal in my hometown and I knew him quite well.

However, we constantly learn something new every day.

I recently read where he was giving a talk to some elementary school kids and he made the statement that the team actually believed they could win every game they played in, even the ones they lost.

They only lost a couple all season.

This game took place in 1954, well ahead of the time when positive thinking was popular.

These were farm kids and probably heard at different times that they could do anything they wanted, but at that time this wasn’t a popular notion.

Because of what this team accomplished, it inspired many to further their education in this tiny farm community, something that hadn’t been done before this.

We all hear that quote from time to time, but for it to really sink in, it has to come from deep down within our own soul, it’s something that can’t be taught. 

It just proves that we can accomplish anything if we put our heart into it and really believe it.

It shows how a small group of people in a small town can influence others and change the world.

We don’t all have to stand on a pulpit and talk to thousands at one time.

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

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