A Health Care Practitioner’s Take on Football Protests

I opened my eyes and I saw the faces of people before me, women older yet with elderly beauty that transcended the typical observations that come with older people of sixty, seventy or even older. They were not grimacing merely existing in the day as it was passing them by, seemingly enjoying the thoughts and activities that presented itself to them.

Then I notice, no looked down, and saw what appeared to be page or a cabinet lying on the ground with faces looking up at me all in rows, faces lined up in rows of four or five, and lining up all in a row three or four rows all with their eyes close, very peaceful smiles on their faces, yet none of them were moving, they were just faces from the neck up facing upward.

I noticed that the bottom row had only one face, but another seemed to be materializing as I watched, and I knew that these faces were being added to a list.

Then I heard the voice of God;

“These people have committed the same sinful act seven times, and have closed their eyes to it, and now I have closed their eye for them.”

“Are they dead?” I asked

“Most of them are blind, some of them are dead, all of them are dying.”

Then He showed me that some people are allowing their eyes to take in darkness over years and years, and through this act the eyes become cloudy or damaged. I asked in my voice if that is why my own eyes became weaker and eventually needed glasses. He said; “Yes.”

“But what about the children that are born with the need to use glasses?”

“People are born in various places in the garden, and with each brings its blessings, and each brings its storms, these you are to overcome or repeat, based purely on the particular location in the garden.”

I wake.

It makes so much sense. People of today have such a tendency to look at the problem, or symptom of the problem, and fixate on it, basically describing the whole world as bad, based purely on the observation of one small part of it.

The Football Protest came to mind.

I watch the football players take a knee, and try to understand the issue they are demonstrating. I may be wrong but I have heard it is “In protest against the unfair treatment of African Americans specifically by Law Enforcement in America.”

While nobody can deny that unfair acts of violence or prejudice have occurred in the past, and may continue to occur today, these acts only represent a very small part of the overall Law Enforcement community as a whole. And for the majority of American communities, especially areas where very little crime is witnessed on a day to day basis, when the vast majority of Americans have very little experience witnessing acts of violence, let alone acts of disparity and how law enforcement has handled, it becomes very difficult to identify with people who do, or protest to the fact.

So here comes the football players, the superstars of the sports and entertainment industry, men who are paid enormous amounts of money, basically millionaires, people paid to provide entertainment at the request and paid admission of millions of my fellow sports enthusiasts, decide to take a knee in protest of this dark issue that is protested to be out there somewhere in our society.

Darkness is all around us, evil lurks at the edge of the dark woods, like a bully waiting to attack, for no reason, but merely to fulfill his own need to feed the pain and hunger inside of his own darkened life. It waits just out of sight of the larger population, hides behind bushes waiting to pounce. It is always fearful itself if the larger society saw him, the good would overcome him and destroy him.

It waits, with it’s hungering teeth, to fall upon the unexpected, weak, vulnerable, and often lonely child as they wander a little to far from the light and find themselves venturing into the dark shadows of the night. It wants to inflict pain, cause the child to scream, fear is what it feeds on, always angry, bent on destruction, with pure malevolence as the very food of which it lives for. Bottom  line it likes it hates, and while we as a good society would have it that it doesn’t exist, unfortunately it does and now we must decide what to do about it.

We tell our children don’t walk alone from school, and certainly do not wonder down the dark alleyways out of sight and away from others observing eyes, there may be a predator waiting, hiding, intending them harm. We tell our children to stay safe. We tell ourselves to stay safe, but darkness is out there. We can fill them with fear, maybe even forbid them from walking to school? Deny them the pleasure of experiencing the world as it was also created for them, because of fear! We can talk about the lurking predator, the boogyman under the bed, the snake in the weeds, but the more we talk about things the more we draw them into our lives, the more we create them in our own reality.

I understand the passion that drives strong alfa men such as a professional football player to want to protest bullying when they have seen it and maybe even experienced it themselves. I can also understand that with their strength, fame, wealth, and position in society the thoughts of not standing up to bullying of any kind, seems almost as bad as when the act of violence is being dished out to one of these small helpless children.

But as a medical practitioner and speaking from experience talking about a sickness and fixating on a sickness, this certainly is not the way to fight it. Talking about it does absolutely nothing to removing the sickness germs from society as a whole, and if anything only brings fear into the people as the sickness is being spoken about.

If you want to eradicate a sickness that has plagued a society and you are in a position to really make a difference, teach others how to overcome these afflictions! Just lingering on them, while this does bring awareness, does little to help those who are actually being inflicted by the sicknesses throughout the world.

When there is sickness plaguing society, the people who are afflicted with the issues, they need information as to how they might overcome and become healthy, and then if they are truly blessed will discover how they have become stronger from the experience. 

“What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger!”

Taking a knee, in this case, also appears to many people as a direct slandering to our National Anthem, and thus an insult to the many people who have fought and died for the very freedoms we enjoy. Many people see the protests as a direct protest against the President, maybe it’s a response to President Trump’s criticism, maybe it’s the time line of where these protests suddenly appear, maybe not?

It really matters little as to exactly the intention of each and every participant of the protest, it is the implied intention of those who are the observers of the protest in their own analyzation, as to the relative effectiveness and message each and every protest portrays, that issues and effect, the desired effect on the canvas of the image itself being portrayed is based purely on the observer individually.

From the standpoint of the health care practitioner, one that choses to treat the cause and not just the symptom of a particular injury, I would prefer to see the efforts and reputations, not to mention the revenue lost on this protest, used for the education, enhancement of the people who might suffer from the injustices these attacks may cause, and efforts to help victims overcome and create a better life. This kind of action would bring Good attention to the storm and effects, thus stimulate positive, and not just fixate on the darkness and the disease talking about the problem offering no solution. Plus peoples attention would be placed on the problem nation wide in a good way without the slander of disgracing the flag.

Teach these victims how to cope and overcome if they happen to suffer from such an attack. Reassure them that they are created no different then anyone else by God, the only difference is their particular location in the world, and the time of their birth. We all have our own burdens and difficulties to deal with through this journey we call life, and each of us is ultimately on a journey to discover life, and in doing so have choices to turn to light or dark each and every  moment of every day even in our perceptions.

We all are created with our own difficulties and victories.

By Peter Colla

“Dear Jesus, help me to bring attention to the light, help others to overcome, and thus bring more light into the world, and not dwell on the darkness, no matter how dark it may present itself to be.”

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Jesus the First Therapist; Excerpt and Introduction

Looking out the windows of light, a person cannot but possibly see all that is in the moment of this reality, the new venture, the unwanted adventure, the white untouched canvas of unexpected realization; there is so much out there yet to discover, there is a complete and wonderful creation waiting to be discovered on the other side of the voyage.

So was one such day, so is many such days, but are they all not just the same when corralled by then responsibilities and the ever encompassing functions that surround the regular day. A morning awakening, its ritual coffee with the ever present need to attend that schedule we have so feverishly attached to ourselves. Giving yet another day in the long list of calendar rehearsals as they play so solemnly past like the ever never ending march of soldiers following step from the one before pressing forward to not halter the ones behind, stepping on in silent but rhythmic procession, keeping step in their ever present form, the routine set down before them by powers not quite understood and seldom fathomed.

A person can find themselves on a journey sometimes hardly knowing the ship has sailed, little do they know they have inadvertently stepped abroad, some stowaway wondering onto valiant voyage to distant shores yet unknown and undiscovered. I think such a day was also for me in such days, because in and around the sets of days broader expanses of realization began to find their way into the supple dispositions of my mind. I guess I was on a journey to discover health.

Existing in the health care profession, as many would tell you, especially after many years of practicing, the stream of people coming through the door, all with their eyed wide in expectation for what; an answer, a little tidbit of information that may lead to ease of burden, a reduction of irritation, the subtle elevation of burden carried by them, in this present and clear torment the irritation of the storms journey has presented them thus far? And what, can you give them anything, you haven’t given to a hundred, maybe a thousand others prior to these, regardless of the situation or structures of the facilitator that brought forth the issuing event in the first place?

You find yourself in such a present model, and over the course of so many years merely a provider of regurgitated leaflets of information that vary if anything from one to the other with as little variation as one might see in looking at the difference between aspirin pills in a bottle. This monogamy starts over time to inflict a more questionable realization in ones heart as to what exactly are you doing here? Are you really helping anyone? And whats the meaning of it all?

In such days, I found myself wondering and asking, if there is more, and if so what?

Still here I am driving down the long morning road, the images playing through the glass as mirages of worlds flowing past like islands across the horizon of some far off sailing soul, one cannot but sometime wonder the worlds of the lives swimming in the lands just out of touch yet passed by each and every day. I would like to make a difference, and how can that be, what must I do, to actually be relevant in these peoples life?

So is the tasks and the course of each day presenting itself also in a never ending line of people waiting for the rations of care given them for the injuries that they are rehabilitating from. So is the task and daily outlook for the therapist who has performed his care giving duties for last twenty-five plus years.

Such a day, same as many, most, no probably all of them, and while the care does change from time to time in a larger scope per injury or body part, the regiment is primarily the same and issued out like rations to a waiting hungry orphan for another morsel, hoping to relieve that hunger pain or fill some kind of hole left by the tragedy he or she has not quite completely returned from.

So to find myself wanting, a place not common in like, and less desirable then one might think if a more perspective look is examined from afar. Wanting in the area of satisfaction, satisfaction as to understanding in one’s self, as to; “Am I really making a difference, am I really helping?” What and exactly is the deference between what I attempt to do, and the actually healing that has been spoken of so often through history? Demonstrated with more clarity at least once in history as to a pure healing is really possible and what is lacking to sustain it on a regular and recurring basis?

I have heard it said; “God would that all of us were healed” as well as many other statements that seem to relate to the picture of an ideal that disease like sin, common in many ways, is not permanent, and the only thing one needs to be healed from any ailment is merely find faith.

Perplexing thought, given the examinations of many cases in my own mind regarding “Why do some heal and others don’t?” This question sits in my head as I ponder the thought driving down the hill. I have from occasion ask God very direct and specific questions, while most of the time all I seem to receive is the silent quietness that one often associates with a teacher not answering a question in the middle of a lesson, because the question has no impact at all on the lesson at hand or can in itself actually perpetuate more of a distraction from the point if addressed.

But I too have had more of an experience recently with asking and actually have some kind of answer follow, whether by direct word such as something immediately coming out of the radio or tv that answered the question. On occasion an image that when recorded or spoken actually answers the question exactly, and sometimes and not as often as I would like, even in almost distinct and all out audible words playing forth in my head.

Today was such a day.

“I would that everyone was healed.”

I heard it almost as clear as a spoken word sitting right next to me. The understanding of what I had come to know as God’s Voice, is not as much specific to me as it would seem, just resting inside the pondering mind of myself.

There is a deep resonance to it, a voice much like my own yet deeper and older than I have ever heard. There is a peacefulness about it that seems to not only exhibit tranquility but emirates itself in the very moment it is heard. An interesting fact is every time I hear the Voice of God, all other sounds in the universe seem to suddenly become conspicuously quiet, as if only the very sounds that I am hearing are the only important things I could be concerned with or should be.

Also without really understanding exactly the essence of what I am trying to describe, there is a sort of harmony to the voice, as if filled with an infinite accompanying of orchestra or some kind of soft choir just below the surface of my perception. That and everything I ever hear, when it appears to be from God, is completely different then any point or opinion I may have thought myself, much more wise or simplistic, seeming to cut a groove into my mind who’s memory transcends years and not just moments, as the many of the other thoughts or images that flow in or off my head seemingly do throughout the day.

“So if you would that everyone would be healed, what is stopping them, why do only a few seemed to be healed?” I said almost not exactly expecting an answer.

“They Are!”

“People are healed every moment of every day. They are from the first morning of the first day they breath a breath, or utter a sound.”

“To understand the nature of healing one must first examine and understand the aspects of exactly what is going on. A person cannot understand, let alone hope to fight a battle if they are looking in the wrong direction or blind to exactly what forces are attacking.”

“Infirmities of all types, whether they be sicknesses, injuries, or afflictions that can last a lifetime, are attacks from the outside. People believed this once and today there needs to be a relearning of what is believed about these things.”……….

The Introduction chapter and excerpts from; “Jesus The First Therapist”

By Peter Colla

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The Simple Truth About Health Care and True Rehabilitation

The simple truth about health care is simple; we have been systematically lied to about just about everything when it comes to our health and health care treatment. People have been slowly and completely brainwashed in their belief regarding their own health for years and this belief has slowly been altered to a point of complete fear and loss of hope.

The simple truth about health care is that unless a person looks to the cause of an issue, and then concentrates a subsequent treatment plan to fight the affliction in a likewise rehabilitation plan, they have a blind man in a boxing matches chance of overcoming the attack or sickness.

The evidence and mind manipulation is all around us, constantly coming at us in every possible form, presenting a complete bombardment of poisoning of our bodies through our eyes, ears, mouths, minds and bodies with one purpose, to manipulate, negatively affect, weaken our body, at the same time confuse and lie to our minds, distracting us from the truth, eventually manipulate our beliefs to the point where we give up all freedom, and become slaves to them for any health or hope.

First and foremost the present health care system in its basic pharmaceutical insurance driven presentation cares nothing about curing anybody of anything, they are merely interested in treating the symptoms of the afflictions we suffer from, making money, and enslaving us into a belief system of total dependency and hopelessness. The basic fact is, there is not a single medicine on the market that cures anybody of anything, they all merely reduce the symptoms that the injuries or sicknesses cause, and we sit back, hope even pray that sickness will then just go away.

In a time not so long ago if a person started suffering from an illness they did just that, they “came down” with, suffered from, or caught this or that. Now people are told they “Are Sick” instead of suffering from a sickness. This is a very slight and mild form of manipulation of the mind, significant, because if a person now believes they “Are” or have become something within themselves instead of merely “suffering” from something, they tend to give up hope, and relinquish much easier their own willingness to fight, the result; they will just sit there and take it as the abusive suffering, or worse yet the attacks’ continue.

I have been a medical practitioner for over thirty years, an active participant in this sense of brainwashed helplessness that we are being dowsed with continually, but this most recent helpless social manifestation is truly a new occurrence pressing to the forefront over the last ten or fewer years. I remember only just a few years ago, people would come to me with a preconceived notion that they were suffering from this or that issue, no matter if it was a direct orthopedic dramatic event such as a break or injury, or if they were suffering from a more complex systemic affliction such pain in the back, a total knee replacement occurrence, a heart attack, an amputation, or an affliction name such as Lupus or High Blood Pressure, and could almost exactly pinpoint in most cases the exact day the issue started, thus lending to a possible examination as to the cause with its own possible cure.

Now, today people come and say; “I have this or that”, “I have a Rotator Cuff”, “I have pain”, “I am a cancer patient”, “A Diabetic”, “Disabled”, “An Amputee”, “A Schizophrenic”, “I AM SICK” having resolved themselves to the belief that the sickness is a part of who they are, who they were created to be, they have given up all hope to a possible cures, and merely seek treatment to help them function with this new life’s sentence.

Well I am here right now to tell each and every one of you, that you are not these diseases, these afflictions, these ailments, these injuries, you are not predisposed or destined to suffer from this or that, and you certainly are not a slave to anyone, including the fool doctors who tell you different, or the insurance company that just wants to control every aspect of your health care faith, or the pharmaceutical company that wants to give you one poison for one ailment while possibly causing three others that further push you down a rabbit hole of despair, until you end up with an entire list of so called medicines, a loss of every gift you have ever received and complete enslavement as loss.

For thousands of years, when people would suffer from an ailment, they would seek out the most learned member of their society and seek advice, often this was the oldest most experienced person, like a grandmother, or Wiseman. What would qualify such a person? Three things; experience in either overcoming the same or an alike issue, helping others in the past with similar issues, or a broad base of education in the area of identification and subsequent treatment options for like issues.

The problem with the majority of the health care providers of today is; they have only a very limited ideal and specific one directional education into the possible aspects and treatment options of the ailments they treat, they have very little if any personal experience in the feelings and specific situations of the people they give advice to, the driving factors for health care in most cases is money and not primarily the health enrichment of the person they are treating, and finally, and in most cases would not render the same treatment they give to others to their own mother, father or family member, speaking very specifically to the essence and quality of what they believe they are delivering.

Now people go to the doctors so they can be told what is wrong with them, the doctor does his examination within the limits of his training or his experience, and then sets up his treatment course of action using the tools or medicines he has been told he must use. The testing, the diagnosis, and the course of action must all be authorized by the insurance company, before a person can receive their so-called healing, and the course of action must be narrowly observed without any deviation, no matter what a particular person might find they need, unless again consulted with the doctor and cleared by the higher-ups.

Now mind you, these authorizing agents, these are the same people who are profiting the most by limiting a persons care, directing them into treatment facilities they might own and profit with, giving them one pill that might lead to a lifetime of use rather than merely a short-term use, and why would they possibly do that, they either own the pharmaceutical company or at least are in the same snake pit as they are.

There is not a single medicine or medical application out there that can make a person heal, become a better human being, or give any person a single day on their single life, not one, not anyone, that function comes completely and solely from God. They all just reduce the symptoms that are the result of the initial injuries or attacks.

I know this fact is true because I have seen it with my own eyes, over the course of tens of years, and with the direct experience of treating personally thousands of patients. There is one simple fact when you look at all of them collectively, in our now present health care model; some get better, some don’t, a few almost miraculously, a few drastically fail and even tragically. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to this, or is there?

The Initial Goal of True Health Care

The first and foremost goal must be to identify what exactly is afflicting the person seeking help, and then obtain advice as to the best way to move forward through his or hers’ immediate days, how to avoid further issue or reoccurrence, what they might eat or drink, how they might rest or move, or basically what slight but subtle immediate changes need to be made to move the life of the person towards the positive healing result.

The goal must be to become better, become well, and to then take on a future course of action as to not suffer the same attack again.

If people would take this course of action whether it be a combination of herbs and teas, (of which most of the present day medicines are based and synthesized from), implement a remedy or action that has worked in the past, and facilitate a plan that moves them away from what is harming them, they would in fact change their life styles that may have precipitated the injury in the first place, they would in the process of overcoming the injury actually lay the ground for a better life and in getting better become better.

I know this is true because it is promised.

The Truth

Let us take ourselves for a moment out of the equation and examine it from the outside.

Let us suppose we see a child, maybe it’s our child, or a dear friends, a brother, a sister, our best friend, and they come home from school and suddenly appear with bruises, cuts or broken this or that on their body. They are sad, depressed, scared, in pain, so what might we do?

We could seek wisdom as to what this might be? Take them to the doctor, at which time the doctor prescribes an oil-based ointment, to rub on the wounds. He might say; “Make sure you sterilize your hands when touching the wound, your hands are full of diseases, you might even apply the medicine directly without touching yourself.” There couldn’t possibly be a disease on the All-Mighty oil tube filled with its antibacterial and cell destroying chemicals!

He might tell us trusting caring parents, friends to bring the child home put her in a dark room, he does prescribe rest, “Don’t worry the fear will leave with a little rest” especially in the dark lonely room! Gives us another prescription for a pill or two to dull the pain, and maybe one for sleep, because she is scared! “She may have anxiety or even depression, keep an eye on that” he warns as if by looking at her you can somehow identify depression as it occurs?

“Let the child stay home from school for a day or two, don’t worry, I will write a permission slip to the school allowing her to miss a couple of days, and don’t worry the school will allow her to make up her missed work.” A new scared look suddenly appears on her face!

Do you feel better? Does the child?

Even if the child doesn’t share or maybe can even remember where and exactly or how the bruises appeared, in such a scenario the actual cause of the problem is not only ignored the many possible aspects of fear or depression of the child are also ignored; the obvious bully, the eventual actual return to the realm of the attack, the fear of getting behind and failure in school, not to mention a possible association of fear of the dark with the pain of bruises. Basically to any sane or rational parent such a diagnosis and prognosis would seem like buffoonery! And does this treatment do anything at all for the possibility of stopping the bruises from reappearing when the child goes back to school?


Maybe the bully disappeared, maybe the child will step up and fight back, maybe God will do what the parents should have?

Probably not!

This is exactly what happens each and every time any of us becomes afflicted with an injury.

We are attacked by this or that sickness, injury, or affliction, we know usually exactly what we are doing at the moment of our first recognition something is wrong. This moment is so very important, to truly understand what exactly is afflicting us, and more importantly from what direction! Thus giving each and every one of us truth and invaluable insight into a possible cure, teaching us; if we but open our eyes, as how to shore up our personal defenses to not allow this to happen again, not only can we scare away the attacker, we may get “better” and future attacks are thwarted.

The Therapy of True Health Care

If we will further suppose that all injuries of any type are attacks, then like any attack, there is a specific direction from which it comes, there is a weakness in our own personal defenses that this attack and others like it may have breached, and if we can identify exactly what direction and in what manner the attack is occurring, we can use this information to fight back!

I can remember with not such fond recollection living up in the forest and deciding one day to take the kids on a picnic for the evening. We made a whole bunch of baked chicken, packed up all the supplies and headed off to the lake many miles away.

What I didn’t realize was we left one of the containers of the chicken out on the counter cooling. There were a few, so missing one was not noticeable. Neither did the boys notice the window they left open earlier that day. We didn’t notice anything until we got home late that night and saw that the house had been ransacked, the cushions were destroyed, everything had been toppled over, and the place looked and smelled like a garbage bomb went off! We had been living in this home, in the forest for years and never had such an attack before. Amazing what a couple of little raccoons could do.


First thing first, make sure the raccoons were gone, the attack is over!

Next, find out how they got in?

And finally try to identify why today, at this particular moment in time, why they came?

Now if we just cleaned up the mess, and didn’t examine these other issues, one thing is guaranteed; they would be back, and maybe in numbers!

The therapy for the Great Raccoon Epidemic; chase away the pests, close the window, make sure the bait is removed and doesn’t reappear, and then start the long process of cleaning up the mess!

God is so perfect in His creation, and just like in the earthly world, the spiritual world is created very much in the same manner; as much as there are extremely complex animals, such as elephants and dolphins, there are also extremely simple organisms that are indiscriminate and lack any apparent conscience thoughts like bacteria or viruses.

In the spiritual realm it is no different, angels of enormous complexity and power, and spiritual creatures all the way down to simple indiscriminate irritants no more powerful than the simplest scorpion or spider, or germ.

When we get a pain, or attack, the place on our body actually afflicted is in retrospect to the whole quite small; a low back disk, a meniscus in the knee, a lymph gland, an artery in the heart, an infection in a tooth, a stubbed toe, a bug bite. But it is us, our minds, our beliefs, our fear, our years of taught self-doom, brainwashed hopelessness, that immediately turns our entire focus from this beautiful world around us, and places it directly as well as completely on our sore little toe.

In this world when I speak to people who have an affliction, it is a real and very common occurrence that their entire world becomes the injury at hand. It’s all they can talk about, want to talk about, see, hear, feel or consider, they become their little injury. They become obsessed with the issue at hand. It is like their whole world suddenly starts to revert, to concentrated and focussed staring through the microscope, and nothing or anyone can say to get them to stop staring.

If germs are like bugs, let’s say like cockroaches the first thing you have to do is put the light on!

When in doubt ask God.

In war when a spy comes in and tries to do damage, all the good guys have to do first is identify there actually may be a spy sneaking around. These things are like animals, very basic in their contemplations, but animals and vicious they are, and like animals, they also know when they are being hunted! We start looking for the raccoons guarantee they are out the window long before you get an eyeball on them.

When the light appears, the darkness flees! This is a truth that is evidential and constant in the physical, psychological, and spiritual worlds. Putting into our life the truth, shedding light on a situation, bringing the attention to a particular direction, is basically the same as turning the light on!

In many cases, just knowing what exactly a person is dealing with, and changing the thoughts as well as beliefs regarding it, is often enough to scare away the sickness or injury for good!

“For Good” what a wonderful choice of terms, funny people never say; “for bad”.

Next, Find the Way They Came In

The great part of this investigation as to how the creature come came in, is it is usually obvious! With the raccoons, it is clearly obvious, with a probable trail of destruction and garbage right to the window sill!

The child coming back from school; the window is the direction of the school, she came home from school. Again obvious! Not so obvious when you are dealing with an injury or something as complex as depression or is it?

When a person is afflicted with anything, regardless if it is a direct physical attack, a systemic realization of something wrong, or a spiritual manifestation of fear or anxiety, the answers to the questions of where it comes from ALWAYS presents itself. We merely must examine what we were doing at the time of the specific injury or problem, and if this is not clear, what we are thinking, or dreaming, or experiencing, at the very moment of the attack. In every case, the answer of what direction the attack is coming from is made apparent to us.

If for some reason the meaning of information seems to elude us we can always ask God. “We have not because we ask not”, or so it was said in the Bible by James.

Many spiritual, and even new age teachers would agree that words have power, and speaking the words with intent will produce results, and in this case wisdom. I have from time to time asked people who have suffered from this or that affliction to recall what they were doing or further what they were thinking at the time of the attack, but the specifics, especially when linked to severe trauma, or any memory whatsoever was gone. In this particular case asking God for wisdom usually results in a direct and usually clear image or dream appearing in the persons’ mind. This intuition or miraculous insight, I have found is often exactly tied to the issue at hand.

A woman wakes up with episodes of anxiety in the middle of the night, scared, heart fluttering, cold sweats, confused, and goes to the doctor. Get from him her sleeping, antidepressant, and anti-anxiety meds go home and sit in fear as she waits for the next attack like some poor cowering child coming home from school waiting for the bully to pop out from around the corner at any moment.

When I ask her what were you thinking when you woke up in fear, she said; “That’s easy, the same thing I am always thinking, about the problems occurring with my son!”

I asked her; “Can you solve any of those problems when you are sitting or laying there?”

She says; “Of course not, I can’t help him with any of his problems, he never listens to me anyway?”

“How does that make you feel, that you cant help him?”

“Sad, I wish I could help him”

“It makes you sad or it makes him sad?” I ask.

“It makes me sad, of course, he has no idea I am waking up.” She says further; “You believe I need to tell him this, burden him with more problems, how his mother is having sleepless nights?”

“No” “I think you need to stop burdening YOU with this.”
“There is nothing you can do to help him.”

“What you can do is forgive him for what he did that cause you to worry!”

“And forgive yourself for not being able to help!”

The next time it happens, get up and turn on the light, ask God to forgive you and him, that will close the window if it isn’t already closed now.

Now Kiss the BooBoo

So what do we do after the attack has happened after the raccoons have left after the damage is already been done? Easy clean up the mess!

God has instinctively put into us all off the knowledge we need to solve just about every issue we might come across.

The beautiful little child just a year old starts to walk, crawl and basically explore the new exciting world around them, and quickly goes forth into the great new world of the rest of the room, touching and exploring everything they can get their hands on. And in her excitement, she grabs the heavy closet door and closes it on her own fingers.

Immediately there is an eruption of pain and sadness that fills the entire home with such a loud sound, there is no doubt everyone including the long deceased ancestors of many generations had no problem hearing it.

The good loving parent swoops her up immediately into their arms, and instantaneously begins to give comfort, love, attention and most importantly kisses the boo-boo! Why?

Why does the pain suddenly and almost miraculously disappear just from the mothers kiss? Well, science would say in a common Bio-Physical explanation called Gate-Theory whereby two adjacent neuron-receptors both stimulated at the same time, pain and pleasure sensation, the pleasure sensation goes through first because it rides on larger, faster running neural pathways, thus the child ceases to feel the pain and only feels the soft pleasurable sensations.

I would agree but only in part.

God created us with the same Light and Darkness laws, whereby an injection of love, tenderness, care, kisses, basically Light, chases away the darkness or in this case the pain.

The mother in effect turns the child away from the attack, the pain in the finger. Takes her away from the open window, in this case, the closet door rains the child down with a blessing of love, tenderness, comfort, and kisses. She may even bring the sweet child over and rinse the precious fingers with cool soothing water; clean up the mess with the worlds best and purest cleaning agent, and hold the child even sing a soft melody until the child utterly and completely forgets the attack ever happened. Only settling into the sweet warm chest of her parents comforting love and relaxes enjoying yet again the beautiful perfect world this wonderful God has given her.


The most important part of this lesson in health care; “Before you call or talk to any man, call and talk to God!”

By Peter Colla

“Dear Lord Jesus, help me to help every person you bring to me seeking help for their issues, help me to see past the symptoms and look to the causes of the issues themselves, and thank you for the gift of them as they each give to me, and I to heal in this experience.”

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The Need For Change in Healthcare

People talk about change these days, expressing their desire and even frustrations with the sense that something must change, without even really knowing what or how nowhere is this displayed with more of a sense of urgency than in health care. Even in the ranks of health care providers those who actually profit and sustain a comfortable living at the involvement in a system that has marched into the arena we now find ourselves in, feel an urgent sense that something must change, that the system itself is drastically flawed, and that continuation under the present program or course is doomed to fail, as I myself do.

The American Public who have always been on the forefront of the pulse of not only liberty but hold in their collective heart a deep sense of what is wrong and right, and ultimately when given the choice will side, at least with the majority, into a direction that at least hopes to venture towards what is right. And while many may argue whether or not the election of President Trump represents right or wrong, there is no doubt that it represents a desire and even drastic “Hail Mary” shot for the hope of change.

There seems to be a steady and unrelenting current of discussion in the area of Health Care reform, particularly the need to facilitate change into a program that has seem to have rolled downstream in such a destructive and imminent way, that the majority of people not only recognize the seriousness of the dilemma we all find ourselves in, but are coming to the bleak conclusion that the healthcare environment as a whole is so far gone, that it seems to the typical bystander, as an image of someone who wishes; “now to live in the scraps of a house that has long washed down stream after the great and horrendous flood.” Low and behold if you as a person, you somehow find yourself floating rapidly downstream in this flood because in a flood you know at any moment you can become overcome or sucked under by the hidden dangers that rest just below the surface.

Health Care now, that is a difficult arena, and I myself as a practitioner as well as someone who has profited from the dispersant of medical recommendations and procedures to the people who suffer from ailments needing these bits of advice, feel at times like a hypocrite as I speak of the need of change within the very program I have participated with for over thirty years. But as I venture down this road myself and witness the care and options being delivered to my brothers and sisters, my children, I am left with a strong sense of sadness at the insufficiencies of the whole thing, and thus the urgent need for change.

As with any flood prevention, if real change is to occur an upstream application solution must be implemented to have even the slightest hope of effect on the overall status of the environment. I have seen as a Healthcare provider a steady decline in the decision making process surrounding the actions taken by people as it pertains to the care for sicknesses or injuries. One way this change may occur Insurance companies need to be taken out of the decision-making process of healthcare!

Years ago Stark Laws forbid Doctors to own or to partner in practices that they by way of referrals would possibly profit from, denying them the ability to send their patients to any augmenting service that they may partner with or profit from. This was implemented as a general practice to ensure no coercion was established in which Doctors might be swayed from making recommendations, or profiting from the recommendations of their patients care. This limitation was unfortunately not passed on to insurance companies themselves.

Insurance companies have been allowed by means of legislature, the ability to not only own any and all venues of healthcare from hospitals, specialty services, to private Doctors’ offices, but through the guise of contracting and authorizations, not only restrict and mandate the place where care is provided, thus who profits from this care, but also the actual decision making process as to whether or not the care will be provided. Basically, the entire decision-making pinnacle of all the health care no longer rests in the individual hands of the Physicians or more importantly the actual patients themselves, but sits in the hands of those who profit the most from limiting or denying the care altogether. The actual decision finds itself on the computer screen of clerks, or “Adjusters” that often have no medical training whatsoever, and merely give authorization or denials based purely upon the guidelines or recommendations of the programs set forth by the individual insurance companies themselves.

If I am not mistaken, when the insurance companies first set out to sell the American public the “Assurance” of medical insurance they often stated that; “If we pay them a monthly stipend, then, if and when an actual event would occur, they (The Insurance Companies) would then pay for the care necessary to overcome this tragedy. So, as a result, the general public that has given their money to the insurance companies for no other reason than to “Insure” when they will need care themselves the money will actually be there.

Being a Health Care Professional and a Private Practice owner for well over thirty years, gives one a bit of a perspective as to the process and the development of the medical environment, especially regarding the abilities of patient to receive the health care they were promised, as pertains to insurance, plus the need for any and all health care to basically go through the insurance company in and around the approval and payment. I have witnessed throughout the last thirty years a steady decline to the ability of an individual person to actually decide for themselves not only the form of health care they receive but even the decision as to whether or not they receive it at all.

There has been a steady decline in individualization of care as pertaining to patients and a gradual increase in standardization and protocols regarding treatment options. This all sounds great on the surface when it comes to cost containment and reduction of abuse of the funds, but the overall cost is that people are all placed in categories, and then it is so easy just to constantly wind down the benefit’s for each category or dictate exactly what care an individual will receive or not, based purely on the desire of the individual insurance company adjuster.

I have in thirty plus years seen every sort of atrocity that can be perpetrated against patients who have prescribed care for authenticated needs, most of the time by these adjusters who have admitted to either being prompted financially to reduce costs or deny care, or worse yet by clearing houses or better known as claims management companies who do nothing else but extremely limit care, dishing it out after long and tedious authorization procedures for like rations, then to cut cost significantly and then take their percentages profit payments based on these savings. The sad thing is the insurance company cannot even be sued for denying services because they are not the one doing it, and the clearinghouse has no contract with the insured so they are also beyond retribution, a loophole in the law continually abused by the insurance companies to cut costa t the expense of the patient.

Nowhere is this seen more then in the auxiliary care outpatient therapies or home health, where under the excuse of cost containment people are forced to wait up to weeks for authorization, limited to only a fraction of their need, or worse yet denied the care they already had ordered by a physician, even when it is often verified by a licensed therapeutic professional and more importantly been promised contractually by the insurance agency who by the way had no problem taking the patients monthly payment for years prior.

This behavior causes a reduction of the effectiveness of the treatment when it finally is delivered and can cause what was an acute occurrence to translate into a more chronic and longterm condition. It has been witnessed and proven that the effectiveness of therapeutic procedures is greatest when implemented immediately, as shortly after the event of injury or surgical procedure as possible. Waiting weeks or even months greatly increases the chance for normalization of symptoms, increased pharmacy dependency and basic placing people into a longterm patient mentality instead on the road to rapid recovery.

We must have a return to basics when it comes to healthcare!

A couple hundred years ago when this beautiful country was being penned and the foundations of liberty, with its pursuits of happiness, were being expressed, health care was nothing more than another part of the expectations of those who seek life and liberty. “Life”; what good parent wouldn’t want the best possible life for each of their children, and when an affliction found itself upon one of these children, a good parent would seek all the available knowledge out their to alleviate suffering from.

Did the wise grandmothers who had the knowledge issue it out for a price? Did they hold it or even deny it from a child in need, if said child failed to visit them or cut their grass, or give them money? I think not! But yet today knowledge and procedures for care, ideas that are not of their own, but learned by others, gifts of knowledge long ago bestowed upon brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers themselves, are now being issued out like rations for the many prisoners that find themselves in the wrong place, in the wrong prison, the sick and afflicted.

Worse yet these rations are regulated by those who profit the most by denying or control them. Information is being held, the best products with the purest of ingredients are tainted or manipulated for profit, courses of action are withheld, for the choice towards more profitable and chronically addicting possibilities, that have no intention of desire to cure anything, but merely alleviate symptoms and ensure that the pills will need to continue to be purchased.

I can remember with more pleasurable days a time when care was delivered without first the lengthy administrative paperwork ensuring the promise of payment. People would come to the medical provider with hope and trust, and the care would be given either in the form of advice or direct medical intervention. People understood the value of the care received and if they could not pay would extend something else of value from themselves to the healthcare provider.

In the early days of my physical therapy carrier, I remember a man who came in with an injury to his shoulder, and after a few direct applications of specific care he regained his motion, and while he didn’t have money to pay for what he received, he was a good friend of the owner of the facility and was sent away being told no cost would be assessed. Moments later he brought back a large piece of cured bacon, the man was a pig farmer, and this was how he paid for his care.

Somewhere along the line, we have been duped into believing that staying in a hospital room with those special little containers of sample toothpaste and little hotel soaps needs to cost thousands of dollars a day. It just seems funny to mess my contracted care with an insurance company for a single procedure in my practice hardly went up 5% over the course of twenty years, yet they had no problem paying thousands a day for that little room and those ridiculous items.

Fair market value for time spent, fair price for the items being used, I don’t think anyone would disagree with this kind of system. How sweet would it be to return to a system such as this?


Peter Colla Physical Therapist

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Blue Butterfly Glade

Floating cotton in oceans blue,
Summer song sing on winter dawns dew,
Peddles soft scent of camomiles wing,
En new the vines grow under Tuscan morn-ing.

There she does stand in the breeze of the sill,
Light of dawns perfection my blessed Gods will,
White wisps of the poppies it flutters her hair,
Pure hold of my gaze in hearts beating-ly stare.

Butterfly do we flutter in blue-winged glade,
With cobblestone trickles, it’s wisdom abade,
Gold morning the treasures her warmth is anew,
The soul filled with heavens is feast for these two.

By P. Joseph Colla

“Thank you Lord for every moment, the gifts of each and every blessing the day brings, and thank you for your greatest Gift, my Wife”

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Grace; The Combination of Strength and Beauty

unnamed-1One might ask why Grace, and considering the question and possible explanation, factors, and an entire gambit of possibilities that might arise, if an answer needs to be given, better to just give the truth as remembered in stated memory; regardless of the who’s and why’s, but better to delve into the endless possibilities that such a name grants?

Given histories and losses coupled with difficulties, families devastated with untimely departures from this world, the “Gift of Grace” might present itself as the first and foremost answer to a possible explanation within the obvious choices for such a gift.

Grace is by definition; a blessing of unimaginable value, the greatest and purest giving of one to another, something so valuable in essence far beyond that which the recipients might deserve. Forgiveness is such an example, or also, sometimes in the case of debt, when it is unexpected or undeserved; this can be Grace. Or when someone is diagnosed with injuries or sicknesses, of which death is imminent, a sudden healing, a sudden forgiveness, when no mercy is deserved, isn’t this a true example of Grace? These examples would by no doubt be considered Godly, but so is Grace.

But are these the Grace that was presented in picking such a name?

When in the fact, considerations also went to the name of a particular Princess Grace, a woman of impeccable beauty and undeniable class, the kind of class not given by birth name or bought with mere coin, but realized as a product of the persons own inner light, that resonates by her in the most purest and genuinely good essence. The name of Grace was an obvious candidate, and the fact that my own education in Holland, and the further fact they called Princess Grace actually Princess Gracia, made a cute variation on the name as to the name our child.

But what of other kinds of Grace? The Grace of motion for example?

When motion or movement is part of the very essence of a persons life, being clearly an athlete from the very moment of birth, is it inconceivable that grace might be referenced? But people can not know as early as birth whether one might be athletic or not, or do they? In such a case as Grace, the demonstrations of physicality are so obvious that one might only look for a moment at the small baby lying before, and no doubt at all would appear that this little one would have that physicality, become a partner in life’s path long after such a thought originates.

What is Grace? If someone might ask me for my definition of Grace I might say it’s the combination of Strength and Beauty.

Strength in an undeniable character, being derived not only by the result or quantity of our physical ability but the ability to stand mentally when others would fall. Stand for truths, stand for moral ideals that transcend the personal desires of individuals and further add to the overall goodness of an environment they find themselves in. Strength in endurance, over adversity, or overcoming controversy, judging for one’s self the difference between light and dark, and having the courage to stand up for what is right, these are all qualities of strength. This kind of strength, without doubt, often involves a feeling of charity rather than self.

But what about Beauty, there are many types of beauty? No doubt when beauty is unmistakable resting in the picturesque qualities that present themselves, of which no one could deny, they are so easy to recognize. But more so the beauty of such a display usually presents itself without the need of presentation, adorning or the need to point fingers at? When athletes are considered beautiful there is always, without doubt, a certain image that comes to mind, one of fluid motion, long, strong and strides that seem to flow without much effort, usually absolutely relaxed in their ease of movement. A sort of flying while running, or better stated; “gliding.”

So what happens when you have not only Strength, but the combination of Beauty is added to the image, result; the picture of Grace manifests itself directly into your mind. How appropriate to have a daughter, a clear gift of Grace, modeled in thought and hopes to another Princess Gracia, who herself was of undeniable Grace, then to develop into such a young woman that again displays such Strength and Beauty and thus without even trying displays pure Grace.

So what happens when you have not only Strength, but the combination of Beauty is added to the image, result; the picture of Grace manifests itself directly into your mind. How appropriate to have a daughter, a clear gift of Grace, modeled in thought and hopes to another Princess Gracia, who herself was of undeniable Grace, then to develop into such a young woman that again displays such Strength and Beauty and thus without even trying displays pure Grace.

This is the Grace I know. This is the Grace I know.

By Peter Colla, Father of Grace

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Miss Piggy Comes To Visit

img_0246What a joy it is to feed the creatures of morning light, the soft cooing voices and symphonies of fluttering sounds lift up the dry desert in its early hours and echoes sweet scents of being alive. Majestically highlighted are the images of light as they pass through the grasses under green flowered trees and soft drifting clouds, they themselves humming in almost indistinguishable tones, as their own deep praises for their creation sing among the many painted hues of this perfect masterpiece of day.

How gentle are these creatures, these sweet birds and how perfect do they feed among the seeds and scattered beans, thrown out in the yard for these blessed lives’ to come as they will dancing themselves in unfathomable yet unmistakable rhythms of their own desires? I have often fantasized that these birds may be in fact massager’s of God, sent early in the morning to sing out announcements of the glory that this particular day presents.

Mankind for centuries and in every culture has looked at the comings and goings of birds as signs regarding the desires of all of their gods. And if the One True God can create a bird to fly between the earth and heavens above, as most of us believe angels do, then how inconceivable is it to believe He might wish to send messages, signs or even dispatch these gentle creatures as angels unaware for us to there again possibly see His Majesty? Perhaps one day if we ourself look up enough, we to might fly with the mere thought and desire?

Today also was such a day, a morning quiet and accented by the softest of strokes, its gentle breezes flowing through only the tips of newest branches of the trees. They sway soft and free, slightly bending in the most humble reverences, back and forth their movements like the most subtle breath of a sleeping baby, pure and new in its contented existence.

It is nice on such a morning to just walk quietly around the house. Feel the sun-warmed earth under feet and touch the firm strength of the stone pebbles as they set their own strengths and life’s function against your feet. They give their support for your path as God has put His child on, and they, in turn, have the honor of supporting this walk. What a long journey they these stones have made, and wonder myself if this one event, this one opportunity, to support a Child of Him who created them, somehow becomes known to them themselves? Are they somehow in conscious thought as to why they were created in the first place, and if so are they somehow aware of this life task? How joyous it would be for them at this very moment, after millennia of waiting, endless days of sitting, nights of cold anticipation, to suddenly experience a touch with One whom all of this was created for.

Oh, how they must cry out in their own joy! Could we possibly hear them? I think so if we are quiet enough and listen with soft ears. One can almost hear the joyful praises of them as we finally touch them in consideration of their beauty or strength. Isn’t a Conch shell a perfect example of this? If we put out ear to it, you can clearly hear the soft quiet roar of their oceans voice, and the trumpet effect like some glorious megaphone, amplifying the voice of this gentle object as it praises without end.

imgres-3Suddenly I turn and standing before me is a javelina, a full grown female. A gentle creature coming to perhaps take a bean or two that I left for the birds. She is startled by the sudden and unexpected witness to her attempted bean theft. But not so startled that she scurries away because frankly I am not convinced she even sees me looking at her?

Unmistakable is their relations to the pig; they look like one, act like one, even smell like one often times, but their oh so much smaller stature leaves one often to consider whether they are closer to rabbits in relations then pigs. This is possibly also done to their continued ever-present state of fear and non-confrontational attitude. For they are normally and often seen in groups, relying on the strength of their numbers, hiding their heads behind each other or the seeming safety of brush and shadows. These timid creatures are built more for the foraging of roots and small fruits lying closest to the ground then more noble and lofty ambitions set even in the space between the heavens, like birds.

Let us take our little guest herself, we will call her Miss Piggy.

And while many would say she comes from noble stock, it is somewhat comical the sight that presents itself; short stocky little body, thick little legs, and those ridiculous little feet, way too small to support her round body they must hold. Not much of a path destined for her to walk with such little feet, as a matter of fact, it is difficult to even to recognize the tracks of these little animals leave after sneaking in at night? Sneaky little pig you do so love to sneak around at night.

She really can’t see much her eyes are so small, is it because she is normally such a creature of the night? Did God create her with such bad eyesight, or is it because she is always staring at the dark dirt of the night? Probably not, and while her constant fear prefers the night, it is only because the bright light hurts her eyes so much. Obviously, she only sees what is right in front of her, that immediate gratification resting in the dirt at the end of her little a bit to long nose.

imgres-2Those little ears covered in that thick hair of hers, she really doesn’t hear well at all, but is that because she can’t or just chooses not to? Funny I call the dog not to go near her, and as I do, she turns a completely different direction then both my sound or that of the approaching dog makes. What a comical sight turning around as if to chase her own tail when nothing at all is approaching. I have no intention to irritate her, one never knows about these creatures, and I heard they may viciously attack seemingly random anything they feel suddenly threatened by, so better to keep the dog away. I have also heard that when provoked they will so viciously attack, and often in directions completely opposite where the irritation actually originates, that this may even attack their own family or babies unaware. Is this because they cant see or don’t hear so good, or is it because they are so indulged with things of themselves, as piggies often do, that they really have no clue the consequences of their actions?

This poor little one, Miss Piggy seems to have hurt her left front leg, limping, almost resting it in the air at every moment, did she break it? Must not have been much of a break, she puts weight on it, at least once in a while. Maybe it was just a warning? Those front legs, the ones she uses to gather food, the work of her hands, one might say, what were you doing Miss Piggy with those hands that resulted in such pain? Did you put them someplace they didn’t belong? Did you do something, some path, some rocky road you shouldn’t have taken those oh to little feet down?

Well, today you were spotted sneaking in and trying to steal a bean. Where are your friends? Why are you alone? Maybe they are not so bold, maybe they know that creatures of the night should stay in the night? Sneaking around at night, nobody hardly knows you were there, those ridiculous little flat feet, they really don’t leave any signs? Built for quiet sneaking around! Shouldn’t you really stick to the night, Miss Piggy? Your dark color, your unmistakable stink, you are so easy to spot when you step into the light. Almost comical you trying to steal a bean from those winged creatures that fly in the heavens, they have no concern for you, no fear as you walk by, for you are no threat to them at all. Take all the beans you want for they will get many more, where they came from.

Funny how creatures cannot help but show their true nature? How nature reveals in its own light the images of the actions of our lives. How some caterpillars eventually look up and then fly in butterfly colors of winged spring. How snakes merely slither in the dust and pebbles they so desperately desire to poses, always crawling into the dark holes of the earth to escape the light that blinds their day.

Are we so different? Do we not as people stuff our emotions like every bite of chocolate and eventually bust from the overwhelming stretch of the wineskin swollen past the breath of human recognition. Some burning inside with the lies and filth in our mouths until even our own lungs rebel in cancerous uprising? People can love and emit love and beauty throughout their entire lives, and people can hate, eventually becoming ugly with the grimaces of the thoughts they so feed themselves every moment of every day.

Birds or pigs, creatures of the heavens or creatures of the night, how simple are the choices we have been so freely given through this glorious gift we call each day? We only must stop and choose, do we wish to see the light, or concentrate on the shadows these bright light cast?

By Peter Colla

“Lord, let me ever look to the heavens, let me be as a creature of the light, lifting my face out of the dust and giving thanks for the gifts the You so freely give.”

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Is There Anything Worse Than An Un-Accomplished Life?

images-9There are so many things that fill a day, whereby a man finds beautiful and worthy of loving, often more in quantity than one can hardly put conscious thought to, even realization, especially when we barely have time to look. But stopping for a moment or seeing the contrast of the shadow against the bright lighted trees, gives its own realization as to how much we actually have to be thankful for.

I love among the many wonderful things of this my life, the opportunity I have been allowed to experience; to coach my own boys, and while it can be such a time consuming and often frustrating endeavor, every once in a while the overall picture seems to materialize before me like a subtlety painted masterpiece with its complex strokes and soft scented hues.

The flag football practice progresses to play, as they often do, and play requires a dividing up of teams with a light competitive game being initiated between two opposing groups of friends, sporting in fun and laughing in a gleeful cheer of excited athletic exertion. Often as the numbers may dictate, an odd number of enthusiastic participants requires the aging coach to himself participate, as to make the teams even, and allow a fair competition between these groups to progress, as was here point in case.

It was during this one particular game that I noticed watching, from the distant sideline, the grandfather of a couple of the players on the team. And while he was cautiously observing from the distance, it was evident that he intently watched, for his eye were obviously on the game every moment.

The grandfather quietly moved in, step by step, to see from a closer view. Moving under a tree into the shady end-zone taking a restful vantage point close to the action. Sitting comfortably on the ground next to another observer, one of the mothers of another child playing. He was so close to the play even the expressions could be read on his face from me and the teams only step away. It is so easy to read someone’s face when they are not aware that anyone is watching, and so was it here in this case.

For this grandfather had a look on his face of soft longing, in remembrance perhaps for the days when he himself once played football, for it is known he was quite an accomplished player himself in his youth. All those years ago, when he to not only had the skills of a coach but had the means to facilitate such endeavors, coupled also with the fact he had children to pour out those skills upon. What a gift his leadership skills may have been in the lives of any children, his children?

imgres-1Is it not like pouring cool water across the sun-drenched faces of our loving children, heat-drenched by exercise in the hot sun? Then to, the time when the youth, and the strength to participate, was something that could be beckoned from your own body like turning on a simple switch in a vast football stadium and having the response suddenly burst forth in glorious stadium light. Such was his look. This time, this chance, was so long ago, and but a moment.

But there was something else, there was also a shadow of a tear in those eyes, tears for the experience that he never quite had a chance to taste. For this Grandfather was by the worlds standard a rich man. Building his wealth and assimilating power drove him constantly for more, never taking the time to see his own children participate in their own sporting events, let alone take the time to ever coach them, this banquet table he never tasted from. So when other fathers were going to games, watching or coaching their children’s practice in blissful cheer, he was staying late in the office, or out having business drinks with other men, and women. Seeking the same satisfactions their money and power bought them, and these activities had little if anything to do with building a family, as they would often contend, even lie to themselves, or their wives and families, those families waiting at home, waiting.

Then suddenly a blink or a nod later, a little time passes, his children are grown, have children of their own, and they too are growing, needing experienced coaches, parents, and grandparents to spend some of these precious gifts they so abundantly receive, with them. But now he is too old, or is he?


It’s not that he is old, he is like many “so-called” rich men only concerned with one thing; holding onto the worthless golden calf he has sacrificed so much of his own life to build and possess. Now all the old man can do is consume his time with worrying about; “how not to lose” what he has so fanatically accumulated through his life. All these things, these worthless pieces of junk, the zero’s on the ledger, the sand slipping through his fat fingers, like some fat greedy old cat trying so desperately to hold all the sand in his corner of the litter box. Eyes gray and shadowed from the blindness of years staring into the brightness of hells flame, looking at those things he so desperately craves, those people he lusts after. He sits bent over angry and clawing at it, hands bowed in arthritic greed with the rake like talons, pulling it desperately close, just to see it slip through his old smoke-stained fingers like flowing rivers of dirty piss drenched sand. Sands draining through the hourglass, time lost, flowing like a river away and forever out of sight, cascading down in a whirlpool of dark hungry doom.

Jokingly I say to him; “come in and switch with me, I need a sub” but he just looks at me in bewilderment almost incomprehension, leaving me to wonder if he heard me at all. Little did I know until later contemplation, what an opportunity I was actually presenting to him?

Practice is over and I watch the two boys go with their grandfather, again, jokingly, I say to him; “I asked you to sub for me, I needed a break and thought you could come in and take my spot for a moment”. He looks at me in confusion and responds; “you don’t need a sub, you need more players, you need more depth.”

Confused myself at first by this statement, I explain that this is only a flag football team and has only five players on the field at any one time, so we only have eight players on our whole team. And while he is clearly confused he suddenly realizes the irony of his own statement, the clarity of recognition unfolds across his face; we not only have plenty of players but what he witnessed as a poor and tattered team, suddenly made sense and was actually rich having all we need. This team size ensures all the boys play as much as they want. Abundance is not depth or wealth, but having the ability to actually spend precious moments on the field with these kids, in and around their lives, time well spent, this is true wealth!

It was then I saw the second look on his face, one look more of his emotions, his bodily movements; the slumping of his shoulders, the heavy burden he has carried so long, one that just presses him now down, down to the earth. I see his soul; aged, worn down, consumed with a realization, maybe this whole life of accumulating things, the consequential desperateness of clawing at them, the crazed fear they may slip away, the hoarding, the grabbing of others’ possessions, the sand meant for others around him and not himself, his never ending neurosis to use other peoples sand as to not use his own vast pile, how this use of a life does not represent a life of accomplishment, but one of missed opportunity, one of “Un-Accomplishment”. I see such a burden of sadness and failure, it makes me sad for him, for I know this man well and he had such potential, “So much was given”.

images-7Greedy grumpy cat, oh how you’ve become fat and old, your bones are so tired, they snap so easy under that rocky path your eyes have brought you to. The walk you have chosen is so painful, your hair is so grey, even your breath stinks from the stench of all that goes in and out of your mouth. Don’t you see how foolish it appears when you also grab so selfishly at the few moving sands of everyone else around you, hissing and snarling at them and pulling these, stealing them, lying and deceiving the others, taking these few grains so you don’t have to use your own, pulling them under you into the urine and feces stench hoard you have been sitting on for so long. What a vast pile can pull under the genitals of a fat cat, sitting on it, defecating on it until the hemorrhoids he receives gives him the only sign that there is any life at all down there.

Is there nothing worse than an Un-Realized, Wasted, or Un-Accomplished Life? How sad when it ends and all the sands dry out to finally scatter to the wind. Does anyone ever remember the cat that sat on his pile of sand in his corner of the box, long following or even moments after the sands blow away?

images-10Years, days and seconds fly by, and it is as all the things a man says, does, and gathers, then suddenly realizes he neglected the one thing that may have been “A Calling” in his life? Is there not a sudden realization of a life Un-Accomplished? If so, how sad?

What is accomplishment anyway, what is satisfaction in life? Is it merely how big of a pile can one sit on, or is it using every grain of sand we have been blessed with, to bless everyone else around us, thus blessing ourselves in the process. Is it putting every drop of water into circulation, rather than leaving them to stagnate?

Putting all we have into life, leaving none to die.

“I do thank God for the sand he gave me, and the opportunity I have to share it with my wife, my children, my friends.”

“We are all at various times of our live’s “Fat Cat’s” and engaged in crazy acts of selfishness, but I pray I use the time I have been given for living, and witnessing life, coaching, seeing the gifts that manifest all around us, spending my few small specks of sand with others, and the wisdom of not just sitting on these until I die.”

by Peter Colla

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“A Morning With Villa La Fagianaia”

Villa La Fagianaia

Villa La Fagianaia

A honeymoon morning in Tuscany is a symphony of sounds, sights and feelings dancing across one mans senses with no less vibrato than the softest most superbly played Mozart.

A masterpiece of fresco pigments laid down with just a hint of pure virgin olive oil, gently stroked earth tones of softly shadowed greens, speckled with the purest yellow blossoms, red poppies, lavenders and light rose, all covered with the most subtle white and blue mist gently laying across the more distant hills.

The breath of the Villa La Fagianaia, whispers in her slumber sway, warm golden stones hug my love gently as she slumbers softly in this new day.

The light aired sheets caress soft morning skin as the cool fresh air flows as a trickle through the open sill.

Sweet is the flowered scents resting on damp misty cloud, tingling again with just the softest herbs of olive branch and nectar shroud.

IMG_4711Peddles of all possible name, dance in the lightest possible breeze, they bathe in the morning dew drops that caress their waking leaves.

The heads of slender grass glisten like diamonds with condensed droplets of pure life’s love, waiting each in turn to drop softly onto whom or what they may add their own essence from above.

The bell of some distant castled tower chimes a single tone, and her sounds slowly faint into distant responses unknown.

IMG_4710Memories of her solum tone linger long after her furthest pass, giving glimmer in her sweet taste of tiled rooftops of long past.

Birds chirp in some unfathomable yet random unity as they sing their praises of still another perfect days creation, they each speak of the infinite gift God has himself tasked them to preach.

Oh how tempting is it to just sore in the sky above and among the soft misty gardens of shimmering greens, earthly browns and blue tinted shadows. But they must linger, perched on the cool damp crested branch sent to task the song that must yet be sung among the most perfect mornings dance.

IMG_4708Soft silhouette, gentle bell tone, light vibrato melodies of a hundred separate ageless stone,

their voices all distinct yet separate in their blended harmonies, so do all these visions caress my longing senses even as the gentlest morning breeze touch my resting senses and plays to forgotten dreams of yesterday’s memories.

By Peter Colla

“Thank You Lord Jesus for all the greatest gifts You give me each and every day, even as I hardly begin to sense them”

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Soft Is Her Dream

UnknownIn my mind’s eye I have dreamt once or maybe it was a lifetime in my slumber, of a beautiful garden of flowers and green, shaded trees with their cool enticing grasses, begging one to just come and lay your head in its dew touched fingers.

I walk, no run along a path, soft to feet yet firm with stones, cobblestones of honed stones ancient but newly set. I run along this path with the legs He has given me with ease glancing at the many flowers that line the walk.

I softly yet distinctly hear His voice say to me; “My dear son, touch any of the My flowers you see, give to them as you please, take them with you or not, your choice, for this is your garden that I have made you.”

My eye still rests further down the path because there is where the bright Son’s shine. I touch many flowers as I run by their beautiful faces turning towards me for a moment as I pass.

Then suddenly I hear steps of another gentle but firm, strong in purpose and heart, running even as in stride coming closer alongside.

Through the corner of my eye, I see her softly striding up alongside, with the slender strength of her gait. Powerful are her legs that carry such a treasure through her life.

She is wearing pure white linen in the soft dress that flows across her tanned sculpted majestic line graceful as a gazelle in her stride.

I dare take my glance but a moment to look to my side and see her soft hair pure light and flowing lightly with the breeze. Her perfect neck straight and true as is her heart.

Her gaze on the light of the path, her stride set right next to mine, so perfect I can hardly hear the footfalls as they softly caress the stones below.

Do I dare reach out to touch her hand? For how can such a beautiful daughter of the King possibly show any interest in me? But her breath is so sweet flowers and the musk of her gentle flower touching the very depth of my soul! I long to hold that taste but a lifetime deep with every breath!

I must, so I reach out in excited fear, my hand as I run, and in jubilation, I feel her tender touch as the sweetest softest fingertips a man has ever longed to kiss, tenderly touch mine in stride!

I look for but a moment and to my amazement, she is reaching also for me! Smiling even playing in her charm.

“Beautiful are the feet of the One who brings you love, my son” I hear Him say.

What a perfect smile she has as she dances along the cool path. White smile like her hair and wet red rosy lips smiling in life and love made for kissing life into a children’s hearts. She is the embodiment of love and life. Carrying truth with her every raised chests’ breath!

Her eyes reflecting and at the same time sparkling with an intensity matched only by the brightness at the end of the path.

My heart beats with thundering rhythm as it meets my own steps in stride. Almost stumbling as I look on in amazement, but quickly resume my step.

We both turn eye down the path, hand in hand a few flowers gathered to take along and with a pure laugh and sweet sound we run on to the infinite distant ends of this magnificent garden!

Cool waters of distant shores, snow-capped mountains of distant hills to climb, colors unfathomable and tastes, some almost as sweet as her breath!


Written as Seen in a Perfect Dream

By Peter Colla

“Dear Lord, Thank You for Your most abundant gifts, they so abound in this world, but so it clear that You have made so very much for me, even in my dreams…”

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