Stray-n-J Thoughts

Stray-n-J Thoughts Stray; As in the Biblical term Black Sheep.
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J; The name of the Son of God, my Savior, Jesus. MY MISSION: To share my thoughts on life.

I have experience in many areas; Childhood, teenager, young adult, adult......more.

02/06/2026

"Can't we all just get along?" "You want the truth, you can't handle the truth." Two quotes from the past that are eerily true for most people today, 2026. The truth that most of us have become familiar with, comes from those with like minds. Same emotions, thoughts, and agendas. Our mind thrives on stimulation, good, bad or indifferent. And we seek out stimulation through the least resistance. And algorithms give you just that, whether you lean left, right, north, south, east, or west.
The Man, kicked a filthy, sick, vile man out of the club when he found out the truth behind the sick man's masquerade. Others say, even with this new revelation things remained status quo. Here's the thing. The thoughts and ideas most have are not original and come from simple minds that have 0.00% of personal knowledge, especially about The Man. I have never met The Man, or any acquaintances of his. Most only know what certain algorithms allow them to know. Quit being lazy, satisfy your need for stimulation through truth and good stimulation. Stimulation comes in two forms, good or bad. I am conservative, I am a Christian first, I love this country, even with all its faults(bought and payed for by ________). Examine the last year or so, by yourself, and see if anything good has come out of it. Then list the things you believe to be bad. Then ask yourself, did somebody tell me this was good, or bad. The Man, as I know him, has probably done some bad things as well as good. If were honest, we all have. If only we have a leader who's slogan was, "Make America Good." Good is not the same as great. There have been many "great" leaders without a shread of goodness. The only leader that I know, that should own the copyright on the word "good," is Jesus. I know him personally. I have family, friends, and even mere acquaintances, that also know him. There are people all around the world that know him, personally. And yet we all know the same truth. Evil will always be in battle with good. We will have to coexist with evil, but we will never get along. Choose a side. We all have sinned and fallen short of the glory for God. There is only one choice, choose Jesus, or die and find out.

Here's a suggestion. Don't be lazy. When at all possible, use an actual Bible when reading God's word, and don't use th...
02/05/2026

Here's a suggestion. Don't be lazy. When at all possible, use an actual Bible when reading God's word, and don't use the God forsaken thin that's in your hands right now. Earlier I thought I grabbed my Bible and I went outside to read. What I grabbed was a leather binder/calender/reminder thingamajig. So, being lazy I search ai for a verse. Here it is. When you want the truth, go to the source, not an artificial source.

* AI overviewThe image displays a pile of f***s, likely from a dog, on a tiled floor. The appearance of stool can provid...
02/04/2026

* AI overview

The image displays a pile of f***s, likely from a dog, on a tiled floor. The appearance of stool can provide insights into an animal's health:
*The brown color is generally normal.
*The formed shape suggests a relatively simple way of expressing anger or hostility toward one or more humans.
*up until now this symbol has been solely used by adult humans when they lack intelligence and cannot use there words good.
*The rich and elite have been using this symbol for hundreds of years, targeting anyone that they believe is beneath them. Which by the way is almost Everybody. Using there worth and fame as a measuring stick for their value.
*Changes in color, consistency (e.g., very hard or very loose, red, yellow, black, or white), makes no difference, it's still really just a symbol born out of ignorance.
*If this is from a pet, monitoring their stool is part of responsible pet care and can signal when a vet visit is necessary.
*If this symbol is from your offspring, it might signal an educational system that looks to integrate rather than educate, a system where teachers usurp the rights of parents. Or if this symbol is directed at parents, it's more often than not, a quiet plea, or yearning from their heart, for mom and dad, to be mom and dad, not just landlords.
*The only proper use of this symbol is when a society realizes that great worth does not equal great value. When a society realizes that a list of people with the world's greatest monetary worth, are worthless and have very little value, yet they think their all that, give them the signal.
When you go get gas and help a stranded mother get home to her family, that's value. Give the elite the signal, and tell yourself, "l am worthy."
When you help a widow clean and organize her garage, and in return you receive grilled cheese and tomatoe soup. Your value is unmeasurable.
You will fill it in your soul. You might even want to let those others(you know who im talking about) know, your value tops their worth.
Give them the signal!

Karma is not a Biblical word, and most Christians refrain from using that word. So I quote this instead: "What ever a man sows so shall he reap" that my friends is in the Bible.
"When life becomes not about you,
Life becomes, and it's all about you"
You can quote me on this.
You want joy, sow joy!
You want peace, sow peace!
You want love, sow love!
"You want winter mittens, then sew a pair." You can quote my Grandma on the last one. She taught me there was more than one way to sew, I mean sow.

12/03/2025

THE HEARSE
There were three block walls,
About three feet high.
A roof made of cardboard,
To keep me dry.
A cozy little place,
My home for a while.
Next to a five star hotel,
I was living in style.
A day trip north,
Turned into night.
Santa Rosa winds,
Became my blight.
An improvised shelter,
Of cardboard wouldn't do.
The wind chill factor,
Caused aches through and through.
Behind a dumpster,
It couldn't possibly get worse.
Then I found some comfort,
In the back of a hearse.
The chill factor gone,
The cold air subsiding.
For the next several hours,
This bed I'd be riding.
A car door slammed,
I opened my eyes.
No more stars,
Just clear blue skies.
Two men dressed in black,
Flowers in hand.
Decorations for,
A funeral planned.
I tried to escape,
No handles i found.
I slapped on the windows,
Making a very loud sound.
The funeral director,
Noticed me stuck.
I could hear him quite clearly,
Say, "OH what the fu**."
I jumped out the back,
And left in a hurry.
No warm cozy greeting,
It was all kind of blurry.
"Thank you dear sir,
For this warm cozy shell,"
" No worries my friend,
I'm feeling quite well."
"The dead did not rise,
I just needed some rest,"
Pardon me sir,
As I head to my nest"

12/01/2025

Under a bridge,
On an old wooden floor.
Inside a house,
Broken windows no doors.
Under a bush,
Bright stars in the sky.
I rested my soul,
I closed my eyes.
Behind a sign,
vacant for rent.
A warm lonely hallway,
Heaven sent.
A bench in a park,
An empty truck bed.
A simple place,
To rest my head.
A stairwell, a rooftop,
A wall by the sea.
A sidewalk in the City,
Was meant for me.
Lounge chair by a pool,
Shade from a tree.
In a tent by a fence,
On the beach by the sea.
A dumpster half full,
What could be worse,
Then I found myself,
A sleep in a Hearse.

11/26/2025

Audra Nelson Bradley Nelson Will Mathis Brandon Nelson While talking to my daughter yesterday, I was informed that Thanksgiving wasn't celebrated all around the world. Seriously, I guess I really never thought about it. Here's another excerpt.

THANKS
You followed me, when the devil was my guide.
You rode shotgun, right there by my side.
I knew the truth, but led you astray.
What can I do, what can I say?
I walked straight into darkness, with a flickering light behind.
Looking for something I was never going find.
Seeking worldly treasures and the ultimate high.
That's where I led you, in the old by and by.
Death and destruction, that could have been me.
But that flickering light, wouldn't let me be.

That light that flickered, once burned bright.
It lit up a path for me, both day and night.
Then trials came, and that light I'd not follow,
The world became desolate, and life became hollow.
That flickering, flickering, annoying light,
Never left, it was always in sight.
Gods powerful soft voice, heard through my kids.
Assured in me, I Was still HIS.

11/26/2025

For Fathers Day my daughter gave me a book. Titled, "Dad, I WANT TO Hear You Story." A guide for writing my story.
My first thought was, "who wants to hear my story?" Followed by, "Everybody that knows me." And then I asked, "Why?" "Because almost Everybody only knows half."
To those friends and acquaintances from the streets of Arizona, Hollywood, San Francisco, Las Vegas, Eugene Oregon, please give it a read. I am not one of those self righteous "Christians" that has a hypothetical sign posted, that reads, "no trespassing," at the entrance to their property.
To my family and friends, who were an integral part of life for the first 35+years, who instilled in me, faith, hope, and love, thanks. Without that, there probably wouldn't be these last 25+ years.
STRAY-N-J THOUGHTS
The Life of Byron
Intro

I walked through life when it was shinny and bright.
I've curled up in alleys when I lost track of his light.
I led my son to Christ, then led him to die.
Chasing worldly treasures and the ultimate high.
I've hugged my grandkids, and tucked them in bed.
Then left town in a hurry, with a price on my head.

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