Tree Of Life

As you know, I am not a religious person. Actually, I despise what organized religion does to civilized society because it promotes hate and judgment against those who do not follow the teachings of the Bible, or whatever ancient papyrus scroll somebody pulled out of the dirt. However, I do believe in Mother Nature, especially when she takes it upon herself to set the record straight about who has control over this planet and based on the pictures below, it sure as hell isn’t religion!


Following a fierce wind storm, a mesquite tree fell on a Tree Of Life Ministries vehicle, smashing its windshield and holding it captive under the tangled weight of her branches.

TREE05Oh the irony…


My Imagination

Far north blogThe story – In a land far away lived the secret society of the Nautical Goths. Once powerful and vast they controlled all of the land in the northern hemisphere…until that terrible day when the evil of the Far North sunk their fleet of powerful ships and exiled them to spend eternity hidden beneath the sea. Held captive by sharks and imprisoned by ice the quest for freedom began.

Alien Invasion?

By Jules Allyn, Editor In-Chief, Allynsville Times

Has our peaceful and charming town been chosen by an outside force as a location to incubate and spawn an extraterrestrial life form? Has Earth’s magnetic field gone berserk? Is Allynsville “under surveillance” by a pod shaped drone? Or does this “orb” represent a departed soul back for a visit?

The video below was captured on April 18, 2014 by Allynsville residents Gloria Good and Steven Goth while on a morning stroll through Pueblo Park’s hidden trail system, 92.8 miles south of Area 51, Nevada. This mysterious pod, as you can clearly see, seems to have intelligent reaction to what it perceives as a threat from Mr. Goth and his camera. As we are all aware, nature is a plethora of mysteries… and this one is no exception!

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Have you seen this pod like anomaly? If so, please report this to the Allynsville Times, Attn: Jewels Allyn. Be aware, this mysterious pod is still out there! Approach with caution until authorities are able to capture it and further investigate.

Suck It In!

Gloria and I spend many quality hours on walking adventures. It’s food for our souls because we leave the stresses of the real world behind us when we spend time together. We’ve known each other for decades, which gives our friendship the unique ability to withstand personal banter and sarcastic playfulness without missing a beat. On this day, we explored Floyd Lamb Park at Tule Springs. (See comment below for distance walked.)

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A Boy’s Letter

I gave this letter to my mother when I was just a boy, complete with a hand-drawn bouquet of flowers to express my undying love for her. I enjoyed reading this letter because it gave a glimpse into my overly dramatic emotions and into my mother’s “gambling” habits. Haha


My reference to puppets is because I collected marionettes, which I loved more than anything else. I spent all of my spare time creating plays and building stage sets for the puppet shows I would put on for my family. At one point in my early teenage years I actually landed a job performing puppet shows….but I will leave that story for another day.

Tangled Web

LoriLori Colston-Noyola. She was an odd spirit that never quite fit in and always stood out. Our friendship was uniquely resilient because she would disappear for days, weeks, months, and even years on end, only to resurface briefly with extraordinary stories of her life in the fast lane. She mailed this hand-drawn card to me years ago and it was the perfect reflection of her emotional and artistic personality. Sadly, Lori passed away quietly in her sleep on April 15, 2011. Even though she fought a lifetime of demons, she never gave up hope of a happier tomorrow.

Lori's card


gaming - 300In 1993 I was employed by Anchor Coin Gaming Company (now defunct) and worked swing shift (3pm-11pm) in the money vault. I mostly worked all alone except when a service technician’s shift ended and I collected and counted their daily cash banks. It was a difficult job that required heavy lifting and tedious hours spent calculating spread sheets. I was the money guy. All cash transaction began and ended with me.

Each night, before I closed the vault, all currency had to be counted and locked away in a large safe that was located in a separate room we also used for coin storage. There were three alarms to activate: the coin room, the vault, and the main building. Once the alarms were set, I was free to leave the property. Unfortunately, Anchor Coin did not have a security guard on staff to monitor suspicious activity and that is how my nightmare began.

One night, as I walked across Anchor’s dimly lit parking lot after my shift ended, two individuals wearing American President Halloween masks and brandishing firearms approached me from behind. One of the men pointed a gun at the back of my head and demanded entry into the building. They wanted the money in the vault….ALL OF IT!

Luckily, I was not alone that night because I had offered a service technician a ride home. It was a good thing he was there because the new “emergency” alarm code for the main building, given to me that morning, was invalid and my co-worker quickly jumped in and used his code instead. The new code was supposed to notify the police of an emergency if we added a few extra numbers to our normal alarm code sequence.

actual vaultFrom there it was a typical robbery. I was forced to deactivate two more alarms and open the cash vault. Once the thieves gained access, they forced us to lie face down on the floor while they loaded up their bags with cash. The thugs even took money right out of our wallets! After that, they tied our hands to our face with duck tape and lead us into a nearby bathroom, locked the door and fled the scene.

We were lucky to be alive. The worst moment of that night came when I was lying on the floor, gun pointed at my head, wondering if I was about to be shot and killed. It was a horrible feeling of helplessness and fear. I spent many months after that incident looking over my shoulder for suspicious strangers. The culprits were eventually caught and it turned out to be an inside job by an employee, who recruited two teenagers to carry out the robbery.

The entire incident infuriated me (including all the blame given and denied between my bosses) and I refused to return to work until they hired an armed security team to protect us. Shortly after the incident, I sketched this drawing depicting Anchor Coin as a beacon for would-be criminals. I hung it in the breakroom until the trial was over and those involved were convicted.