JOHN HARRIS SERVE WRIT ON QUEEN
http://tpuc.org/node/240
I now declare my Lawful Intent to the Traitors in
Parliament.
On the 22nd day of March 2008 I personally went to
Buckingham Palace to serve an Affidavit on Her Majesty
the Queen. My Oath, (which has been signed and sealed
by a solicitor) states quite clearly, that I now give
Her Majesty 40 days to dismiss the traitors that
reside in the Parliament of this country.
I, John James Harris now declare my right under Common
Law of England to Withdraw And Withhold all allegiance
& obedience to the Person and Crown of Our Sovereign
Lady, Elizabeth the Queen, and those who falsely claim
to speak &/or to act in Her Name, and by such action,
I will remove myself entirely from the authority of
those Evil Persons who now seek to abuse & misuse me
in the name of Elizabeth, the Queen and in absolute
violation of the Common Law of the People to which I
belong.
I hereby place on record of all persons that after
said 40 days have expired, being the 1st day of May
2008 and the corrections I seek have not been made, by
way of the dismissal of the Traitors in the House of
Commons, then I John James Harris, will enter into
Lawful rebellion under article 61 of Magna Carta 1215
and therefore will become a Freeman of England within
the Freedom of Common Law.
I will then declare myself free from all chastisement,
Laws, taxes accorded to the state and any obligations
there unto, by way of second and final Lawful
Affidavit signed, sealed and served.
Affidavit of John Harris
In Pursuit of Justice and Right, And in Full Exercise
Of My Undoubted & Lawful Duty to My Sovereign Lady,
Elizabeth the Queen -
I, JOHN JAMES HARRIS, now resident at (address
supplied to her Majesty) and being the son of John
James Harris (also known as Jack Harris) deceased,
formerly resident at (address supplied to her Majesty)
who was during his lifetime a loyal and true servant
of the Crown and who was during his lifetime employed
as a Personal Chauffeur to Sir David and Lady Bowes
Lyons and Her Majesty the Queen, from time to time -
MAKE OATH AND SAY AS FOLLOWS -
IT BEING APPARENT TO ME and to a multitude of others
that divers evil persons have falsely and unlawfully
induced Our Sovereign Lady to believe that they alone
are the true representatives of the people placed in
Her Majesty's Care by Almighty God -
AND IT BEING APPARENT TO ME and to a multitude of
others that these same evil persons have unlawfully
and falsely induced Our Sovereign Lady to give an
unlawful effect to legislation that has violated and
continues to violate the Common Law: Which legislation
further serves to undermine; deny and destroy the
Absolute Supremacy of Her Majesty's Imperial Crown,
all to the prejudice of Her Majesty's People, and in
absolute contravention of the right of the people to
live in accordance with their own laws and customs (as
evidenced by the terms of the Oath that was undertaken
by Our Sovereign Lady before Almighty God at the time
of her Coronation) -
AND IT BEING FURTHER APPARENT TO ME and to a multitude
of others that the entirely lawful authority of Our
Sovereign Lady the Queen to Uphold & Defend Her People
is now so reduced &/or destroyed by the many processes
of Treason that have been and are now being employed
against Her Majesty's Authority from within the ranks
of those evil persons who have been and are now
entrusted with authority to manage the affairs of Her
Majesty's Parliament & Government of the United
Kingdom -
That my Security and Safety under the Rule of those
Laws that are my inalienable birthright are now
threatened to my personal detriment and danger and to
the detriment and danger of my family; my people and
my country in their entirety -
AND IT BEING FINALLY APPARENT TO ME that I can achieve
no redress to those many grievances that I now have
and which result entirely from the Unlawful Conduct of
those Evil Persons who now surround the Person and
Throne of my Lawful Sovereign, except by means of the
lawful process that I now intend -
I NOW PLACE ON THE RECORD of All Persons who now claim
to assert a lawful authority over me in the name of
Elizabeth the Queen that unless there is correction to
the many processes of misgovernment & abuse that have
been and are now being imposed on me; with such
process of correction being commenced; undertaken;
evidenced and given a first and lasting effect within
a period of 40 days from this present date -
SUCH PROCESS OF CORRECTION being fully evidenced by
Her Majesty's dismissal of the Assembly of Traitors
that is now falsely describing itself as the
Representation of the People within the House of
Commons AND WITH SUCH DISMISSAL providing the entirety
of the People themselves with full opportunity to
speak and to act on their own behalf in the election
of representatives that are truly loyal to the
purposes of Her Majesty's Throne & People -
THEN I WILL WITHDRAW And withhold all allegiance &
obedience to the Person and Crown of Our Sovereign
Lady, Elizabeth the Queen, and those who falsely claim
to speak &/or to act in Her Name, and by such action,
I will remove myself entirely from the authority of
those Evil Persons who now seek to abuse & misuse me
in the name of Elizabeth, the Queen and in absolute
violation of the Common Law of the People to which I
belong -
AND I GIVE NOTICE that I will return to my full
allegiance to the Person; Estate & Imperial Crown of
Elizabeth the Queen only when Her Majesty the Queen is
released from the bondage that now prevents her from
the free exercise of her lawful authority and duty to
Uphold the Common Law that is my birthright and to
ensure for all time to come that the government of my
country is conducted in full accordance with the laws
and customs of my people.
May God in His Mercy, Defend the Right & May God Save
the Queen from those who now hold her in an Unlawful
Captivity.
FULL AFFIDAVIT HERE
http://www.tpuc.org/node/241
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Friday, April 4, 2008
The state of our Nation
The squirrel & the Grasshopper!!!!!!!
REST OF THE WORLD VERSION:
The squirrel works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building and improving his house and laying up supplies for the winter.
The Grasshopper thinks he's a fool, and laughs and dances and plays the Summer away. Come winter, the squirrel is warm and well fed.
The shivering grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.
THE END
---------------------------
THE NEW ZEALAND VERSION:
The squirrel works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks he's a fool, and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.
Come winter, the squirrel is warm and well fed.
A social worker finds the shivering grasshopper, calls a press conference and demands to know why the squirrel should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others less fortunate, like the grasshopper, are cold and starving.
The One News shows up to provide live coverage of the shivering grasshopper; with cuts to a video of the squirrel in his comfortable warm home with a table laden with food.
The New Zealand papers inform people that they should be ashamed that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so while others have plenty.
The Labour Party, Green Party, Animal Rights and The Grasshopper Council of New Zealand demonstrate in front of the squirrel's house.
One News, interrupting a cultural festival special from Ponsonby with breaking news, broadcasts a multi cultural choir singing "We Shall Overcome".
Michael Cullen rants in an interview with Mark Sainsbury that the squirrel has gotten rich off the backs of grasshoppers, and calls for an immediate tax hike on the squirrel to make him pay his "fair share" and increases the charge for squirrels to enter Auckland city centre.
In response to pressure from the media, the Government drafts the Economic Equity and Grasshopper Anti Discrimination Act, retroactive to the beginning of the summer. The squirrel's taxes are reassessed.
He is taken to court and fined for failing to hire grasshoppers as builders, for the work he was doing on his home and an additional fine for contempt when he told the court the grasshopper did not want to work.
The grasshopper is provided with a council house, financial aid to furnish it and an account with a local taxi firm to ensure he can be socially mobile. The squirrel's food is seized and re distributed to the more needy members of society, in this case the grasshopper.
Without enough money to buy more food, to pay the fine and his newly imposed retroactive taxes, the squirrel has to downsize and start building a new home. The local authority takes over his old home and utilises it as a temporary home for asylum seeking cats who had hijacked a plane to get to New Zealand as they had to share their country of origin with mice. On arrival they tried to blow up the airport because of New Zealands apparent love of dogs.
The cats had been arrested for the international offence of hijacking and attempted bombing but were immediately released because the police fed them pilchards instead of salmon whilst in custody.
Initial moves to then return them to their own country were abandoned because it was feared they would face death by the mice. The cats devise and start a scam to obtain money from peoples credit cards.
A 60 Minutes special shows the grasshopper finishing up the last of the squirrel's food, though Spring is still months away, while the council house he is in, crumbles around him because he hasn't bothered to maintain the house. He is shown to be taking drugs.
Inadequate government funding is blamed for the grasshopper's drug "Illness".
The cats seek recompense in the New Zealand courts for their treatment since arrival in New Zealand .
The grasshopper gets arrested for stabbing an old dog during a burglary to get money for his drugs habit. He is imprisoned but released immediately because he has been in custody for a few weeks.
He is placed in the care of the probation service to monitor and supervise him. Within a few weeks he has killed a guinea pig in a botched robbery.
A commission of enquiry, that will eventually cost $10,000,000 and state the obvious, is set up. Additional money is put into funding a drug rehabilitation scheme for grasshoppers and legal aid for lawyers representing asylum seekers is increased. The asylum seeking cats are praised by the government for enriching New Zealand 's multicultural diversity and dogs are criticised by the government for failing to befriend the cats.
The grasshopper dies of a drug overdose. The usual sections of the press blame it on the obvious failure of government to address the root causes of despair arising from social inequity and his traumatic experience of prison. They call for the resignation of a minister.
The cats are paid a million dollars each because their rights were infringed when the government failed to inform them there were mice in New Zealand .
The squirrel, the dogs and the victims of the hijacking, the bombing, the burglaries and robberies have to pay an additional percentage on their credit cards to cover losses, their taxes are increased to pay for law and order and they are told that they will have to work beyond 65 because of a shortfall in government funds.
THE END
REST OF THE WORLD VERSION:
The squirrel works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building and improving his house and laying up supplies for the winter.
The Grasshopper thinks he's a fool, and laughs and dances and plays the Summer away. Come winter, the squirrel is warm and well fed.
The shivering grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.
THE END
---------------------------
THE NEW ZEALAND VERSION:
The squirrel works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks he's a fool, and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.
Come winter, the squirrel is warm and well fed.
A social worker finds the shivering grasshopper, calls a press conference and demands to know why the squirrel should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others less fortunate, like the grasshopper, are cold and starving.
The One News shows up to provide live coverage of the shivering grasshopper; with cuts to a video of the squirrel in his comfortable warm home with a table laden with food.
The New Zealand papers inform people that they should be ashamed that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so while others have plenty.
The Labour Party, Green Party, Animal Rights and The Grasshopper Council of New Zealand demonstrate in front of the squirrel's house.
One News, interrupting a cultural festival special from Ponsonby with breaking news, broadcasts a multi cultural choir singing "We Shall Overcome".
Michael Cullen rants in an interview with Mark Sainsbury that the squirrel has gotten rich off the backs of grasshoppers, and calls for an immediate tax hike on the squirrel to make him pay his "fair share" and increases the charge for squirrels to enter Auckland city centre.
In response to pressure from the media, the Government drafts the Economic Equity and Grasshopper Anti Discrimination Act, retroactive to the beginning of the summer. The squirrel's taxes are reassessed.
He is taken to court and fined for failing to hire grasshoppers as builders, for the work he was doing on his home and an additional fine for contempt when he told the court the grasshopper did not want to work.
The grasshopper is provided with a council house, financial aid to furnish it and an account with a local taxi firm to ensure he can be socially mobile. The squirrel's food is seized and re distributed to the more needy members of society, in this case the grasshopper.
Without enough money to buy more food, to pay the fine and his newly imposed retroactive taxes, the squirrel has to downsize and start building a new home. The local authority takes over his old home and utilises it as a temporary home for asylum seeking cats who had hijacked a plane to get to New Zealand as they had to share their country of origin with mice. On arrival they tried to blow up the airport because of New Zealands apparent love of dogs.
The cats had been arrested for the international offence of hijacking and attempted bombing but were immediately released because the police fed them pilchards instead of salmon whilst in custody.
Initial moves to then return them to their own country were abandoned because it was feared they would face death by the mice. The cats devise and start a scam to obtain money from peoples credit cards.
A 60 Minutes special shows the grasshopper finishing up the last of the squirrel's food, though Spring is still months away, while the council house he is in, crumbles around him because he hasn't bothered to maintain the house. He is shown to be taking drugs.
Inadequate government funding is blamed for the grasshopper's drug "Illness".
The cats seek recompense in the New Zealand courts for their treatment since arrival in New Zealand .
The grasshopper gets arrested for stabbing an old dog during a burglary to get money for his drugs habit. He is imprisoned but released immediately because he has been in custody for a few weeks.
He is placed in the care of the probation service to monitor and supervise him. Within a few weeks he has killed a guinea pig in a botched robbery.
A commission of enquiry, that will eventually cost $10,000,000 and state the obvious, is set up. Additional money is put into funding a drug rehabilitation scheme for grasshoppers and legal aid for lawyers representing asylum seekers is increased. The asylum seeking cats are praised by the government for enriching New Zealand 's multicultural diversity and dogs are criticised by the government for failing to befriend the cats.
The grasshopper dies of a drug overdose. The usual sections of the press blame it on the obvious failure of government to address the root causes of despair arising from social inequity and his traumatic experience of prison. They call for the resignation of a minister.
The cats are paid a million dollars each because their rights were infringed when the government failed to inform them there were mice in New Zealand .
The squirrel, the dogs and the victims of the hijacking, the bombing, the burglaries and robberies have to pay an additional percentage on their credit cards to cover losses, their taxes are increased to pay for law and order and they are told that they will have to work beyond 65 because of a shortfall in government funds.
THE END
Why do men die first?
Why do men die first?
by Charles Adler via 980 AM
Who is Charles Adler? (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Adler_(broadcaster)
Thursday, March 27, 2008
http://www.am980.ca/station/blog_adler.cfm?bid=23911
This is a question that has gone unanswered for centuries, but, now we know.
It requires a bit of explanation, first:
If you put a woman on a pedestal and try to protect her from the rat race ... you're a male chauvinist.
If you stay home and do the housework ... you're a pansy.
If you work too hard ... there's never any time for her.
If you don't work enough ... you're a good-for-nothing bum.
If she has a boring repetitive job with low pay ... this is exploitation.
If you have a boring repetitive job with low pay ... you should get off your lazy behind and find something better.
If you get a promotion ahead of her ... that is favoritism..
If she gets a job ahead of you ... its equal opportunity.
If you mention how nice she looks ... its sexual harassment.
If you keep quiet ... its male indifference. If you cry ... you're a wimp.
If you don't ... you're an insensitive bastard.
If you make a decision without consulting her ... you're a chauvinist.
If she makes a decision without consulting you, she's a liberated woman.
If you ask her to do something she doesn't enjoy ... that's domination.
If SHE asks you ... it's a favor.
If you appreciate the female form and frilly underwear ... you're a pervert. If you don't ... you're gay.
If you like a woman to shave her legs and keep in shape ... you're sexist. If you don't ... you're unromantic.
If you try to keep yourself in shape .... you're vain. If you don't ... you're a slob. I
If you buy her flowers ... you're after something. If you don't ... you're not thoughtful.
If you're proud of your achievements ... you're full of yourself. If you aren't ... you're not ambitious.
If she has a headache ... she's tired. If you have a headache ... you don't love her anymore.
If you want it too often ... you're oversexed. If you don't ... there must be someone else.
Why do men die first?
BECAUSE THEY WANT TO!
by Charles Adler via 980 AM
Who is Charles Adler? (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Adler_(broadcaster)
Thursday, March 27, 2008
http://www.am980.ca/station/blog_adler.cfm?bid=23911
This is a question that has gone unanswered for centuries, but, now we know.
It requires a bit of explanation, first:
If you put a woman on a pedestal and try to protect her from the rat race ... you're a male chauvinist.
If you stay home and do the housework ... you're a pansy.
If you work too hard ... there's never any time for her.
If you don't work enough ... you're a good-for-nothing bum.
If she has a boring repetitive job with low pay ... this is exploitation.
If you have a boring repetitive job with low pay ... you should get off your lazy behind and find something better.
If you get a promotion ahead of her ... that is favoritism..
If she gets a job ahead of you ... its equal opportunity.
If you mention how nice she looks ... its sexual harassment.
If you keep quiet ... its male indifference. If you cry ... you're a wimp.
If you don't ... you're an insensitive bastard.
If you make a decision without consulting her ... you're a chauvinist.
If she makes a decision without consulting you, she's a liberated woman.
If you ask her to do something she doesn't enjoy ... that's domination.
If SHE asks you ... it's a favor.
If you appreciate the female form and frilly underwear ... you're a pervert. If you don't ... you're gay.
If you like a woman to shave her legs and keep in shape ... you're sexist. If you don't ... you're unromantic.
If you try to keep yourself in shape .... you're vain. If you don't ... you're a slob. I
If you buy her flowers ... you're after something. If you don't ... you're not thoughtful.
If you're proud of your achievements ... you're full of yourself. If you aren't ... you're not ambitious.
If she has a headache ... she's tired. If you have a headache ... you don't love her anymore.
If you want it too often ... you're oversexed. If you don't ... there must be someone else.
Why do men die first?
BECAUSE THEY WANT TO!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
World Memorial Day for shafted dads.
It is a disgrace that Fathers are treated like this and in the 'so called,' civilised countries, thanks to the SS, Child Psychologists and the Puppet Family Courts.
It is no wonder that children, having no Male discipline in their lives, have no line drawn that they do not cross, out of respect for others and their property and the law.
Fathers have right too...kids need dads too...when will it change ???
I will protest outside the Christchurch Kangaroo de family - kill dad - murder court for all the Canterbury fathers who have committed suicide after false allegations in the family court drove them to a tragic breaking point.All three decent fathers flipped out after the sinister and evil system said they could not see their children for years.
Suicide is painless and the de family court is a heartwrenching cauldron of lies!!!
RIP Ralph, Wayne and Joe.May God have mercy on your sad souls.
In solidarity brothers
Figli Negati Italy - 7/04/2008 World Memorial Day
ROME 7 APRIL 2008, WORLD MEMORIAL DAY
MEMORIA AI PADRI SUICIDATI NEL MONDO
Emacs!
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2007 event : http://www.figlinegati.it/eventi-070407-giornatamemoria.htm
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Press Release Association Figli Negati
PAPA C'ERA - DADDY WAS HERE - PAPA N'EST PLUS LA'
On next April 7th, Piazza di Spagna in Rome (from 10.00 to 13.30), will take place the third World Memorial Day in remembrance of all those Dads in the world who killed themselves destroyed by the pain because the contacts with their children were blocked in separation.
The symbol date of April 7th originates from the suicide of the Aosta (Northern Italy) Junior School teacher, Andrea Sonatore, who gave himself fire on 7 April 1996 in front of the Court House at Aosta as the judge prevented him from seeing his daughter after the separation with his wife.
Demonstrators want to make separated fathers awake of the emotional difficulties that generate suicides and murders.
There are no structures in Italy for the protection of fathers. Many distraught fathers are dangerous for themselves and for others.
All over the world, each year, about a thousand fathers die of suicide or suicide-murder.
In front of such a continuous slaughter, Institutions should duly intervene through concrete and precautionary actions.
At noon we will observe a 1-minute of silence to commemorate also Daniele De Nicola (who killed himself on 15 November 2007 forgotten and abandoned after his son was abducted) and to commemorate all those fathers that could not avoid suicide tragedy.
Italian and foreign associations have joined the world event. We will soon publish the list.
The President
Giorgio Ceccarelli
+39 339 2753088
The Fourteen Percenter
The Fourteen Percenter April 2008
A publication for parents on the wrong side of the standard possession order.
- I see my child two days out of every fourteen; 14%. That's not enough. –
*****Celebrating Ten Years*****
Recital
The Fourteen Percenter celebrates ten years of publication with this issue. Here is a poem that rejoices in the first decade of a child's life.
Ten Years Have Gone By
Ten years have gone by
in the blink of an eye.
I rejoiced on the day of your birth
and knew my happiest day on earth.
I watched you as you learned to crawl,
then as you rode your bike down the hall.
And I'll never forget 'Training Wheel' day
when it fell off, and you went on your way.
Learning to read didn't happen overnight,
but when it did, it gave me delight.
Do you remember my exaltation
the day you learned to swim?
Now, in life, you are immersed,
and you take to it like a poet to verse.
Years 7, 8, 9; it blows my mind
how quickly the ages are left behind.
Newborn, infant, crawler and toddler,
little boy, big kid, youngster, young fellow;
Now you're ten; an in-between-ager.
I can't imagine the joy to come later.
But come it will, as I know it must,
in me, in you, in God we trust.
- by Don Mathis
Request for Articles
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Reconsider
A Divorced Father Reconnects With His Daughter -By Randell Turner
Used with permission
It was the smell that triggered the memory. The odor enveloped my senses, propelling me into an emotional time warp. Forgotten scenes replayed the episode like discovering a misplaced picture album in the back of the hall closet. For a brief moment, my mind willingly wandered through the memory.
It happened at the strangest of places: a roadside rest stop north of Columbus , Ohio . I was on my way to speak at a conference, stopping for a quick break. Preoccupied with the upcoming conference, I pulled open the heavy brown metal doors to the rest stop lobby and was greeted by the overpowering odor of chlorine, like you get from an indoor pool.
I don't know why it was there, but the pungent aroma reached past my conscious thoughts and unlocked the massive brass and wooden trunk of forgotten memories. My mind's recorder rewound to just the right spot and pressed play.
In a split second I was transported to an event four years earlier in Wisconsin . My two daughters and I were at the pool of the hotel where I always stayed during our visits. Hilary, my oldest daughter, had just gone back to the room to clean up before dinner. My youngest daughter Alison and I were in the pool goofing around, working on our synchronized swimming routines: turn, twist, dive, leap, gasp, cough, and so forth.
Caught up in the performance, Alison executed a backward underwater somersault too close to the bottom and struck her head on the pool floor. Panic stricken, I grabbed her and helped her regain her footing. Holding her head, tears beginning to flow, I pulled her close, hoping to ease her pain. She was eleven-almost twelve if you asked her - but it was like holding my little girl when she was three. We stood there, alone in the middle of the pool, tightly hugging each other. I said something to try to comfort her as her tears began to subside, but she said nothing.
That's when it happened. Even though she had stopped crying, she didn't let go, and neither did I. Time stood still.
We had reached out to each other because she was hurt, but we held on because this was something that we both had missed over the years living so far apart. No words were spoken. Our communication was beyond any words - a father's soul to a daughter's heart, both starving for this moment that neither thought would come, yet both hoping against hope. It was the hug that changed my life.
If you have never been separated from your children for long periods of time, you may not understand, though I'm sure you share a deep love for your children. However, if you're one of the thousands of fathers who are separated, divorced or incarcerated, you know exactly what I'm saying.
We long for the opportunity to patch a scraped knee, sooth a hurting spirit, or chase away the monsters under the bed. These little, yet significant moments pass us by as our children seem to grow up much faster when we're apart. We would like to be there at that moment when our children need us, perhaps just once when they're hurt from a bicycle fall or sad because of a classmate's unkind remark - just once. But for most of us, those moments pass us by.
Sure, we have our visits, and if our children get hurt we comfort them, but visits aren't real day-to-day life. They're condensed time capsules, crammed with an abundance of activities, trying to make up for lost time. Just when the visit begins to slow to a normal pace, it's time to take them home. All that fills the silence after the good-byes is the sad sensation that so many things were left undone or unsaid. You pledge to do them during the next visit, but by then she has grown so much that you need to find your bearings and get over the initial discomfort, and your visit time flies.
So now you understand why I say this was the hug that changed my life. For in that instant, an emerging young lady once again became "Daddy's little girl," a struggling father became a dad, both souls received a glorious answer to our desperate prayers.
Thank God for memories. They dearly hold what we hold dear, waiting to be relived again and again, arriving when we least expect them, triggered by a song, a familiar sight, or perhaps even a smell.
Randell Turner is the director of the Fathers Workshop, an organization that works to encourage and support fathers throughout Pennsylvania.
Release for the Press – from the magazine IN SEARCH OF FATHERHOOD®
SHERMAN, TX . – 25 MARCH 2008 – Don Mathis is one of the key players in the Fatherhood Movement, the publisher of an international Fatherhood publication – The Fourteen Percenter (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NCP-TX-Grayson/message/50), a poet, and a father. A number of his poems – Woman Without a Soul, Netherlands Sacrifice, and My Son Turns 15 which celebrates his son Charlie's 15th birthday – have graced the pages of IN SEARCH OF FATHERHOOD®. Since 1998, Mathis, through The Fourteen Percenter, has been an eloquent voice for noncustodial fathers. In the Spring 2008 issue of IN SEARCH OF FATHERHOOD®, Mathis talks about his role models, equal parenting, what motivated him to create and publish The Fourteen Percenter, and why the Fatherhood Movement is needed.
"The Fatherhood Movement is personal. It is one man's decision to be the best father he can be. The Fatherhood Movement is a worldwide phenomenon, too. Dads across the nation and the world are seeing the inequalities in the 'justice' system when it comes to single mothers and fathers. Men, women and grandparents are joining together to combat discrimination against dads in custody courts. Men are fighting on their own – in courtrooms and in letter-writing campaigns – to combat gender stereotypes. One of my goals is to dispel the notion that only one parent can be nurturing. A man's traditional role was that of provider and protector. But due to the disenfranchisement of dads, divorced men are now removed from the day-to-day lives of their children and relegated to only providers – child support providers. . . ," Mathis told IN SEARCH OF FATHERHOOD® in a recent interview.
You can find out what else Mr. Mathis had to say about a variety of issues in the Spring 2008 issue of IN SEARCH OF FATHERHOOD® which is scheduled for distribution in May 2008. IN SEARCH OF FATHERHOOD® is distributed on a subscriber basis in The Netherlands and the United States . For subscription or advertisement information, contact BSI International, Inc. via e-mail at: bsi-international@earthlink.net .
A publication for parents on the wrong side of the standard possession order.
- I see my child two days out of every fourteen; 14%. That's not enough. –
*****Celebrating Ten Years*****
Recital
The Fourteen Percenter celebrates ten years of publication with this issue. Here is a poem that rejoices in the first decade of a child's life.
Ten Years Have Gone By
Ten years have gone by
in the blink of an eye.
I rejoiced on the day of your birth
and knew my happiest day on earth.
I watched you as you learned to crawl,
then as you rode your bike down the hall.
And I'll never forget 'Training Wheel' day
when it fell off, and you went on your way.
Learning to read didn't happen overnight,
but when it did, it gave me delight.
Do you remember my exaltation
the day you learned to swim?
Now, in life, you are immersed,
and you take to it like a poet to verse.
Years 7, 8, 9; it blows my mind
how quickly the ages are left behind.
Newborn, infant, crawler and toddler,
little boy, big kid, youngster, young fellow;
Now you're ten; an in-between-ager.
I can't imagine the joy to come later.
But come it will, as I know it must,
in me, in you, in God we trust.
- by Don Mathis
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Reconsider
A Divorced Father Reconnects With His Daughter -By Randell Turner
Used with permission
It was the smell that triggered the memory. The odor enveloped my senses, propelling me into an emotional time warp. Forgotten scenes replayed the episode like discovering a misplaced picture album in the back of the hall closet. For a brief moment, my mind willingly wandered through the memory.
It happened at the strangest of places: a roadside rest stop north of Columbus , Ohio . I was on my way to speak at a conference, stopping for a quick break. Preoccupied with the upcoming conference, I pulled open the heavy brown metal doors to the rest stop lobby and was greeted by the overpowering odor of chlorine, like you get from an indoor pool.
I don't know why it was there, but the pungent aroma reached past my conscious thoughts and unlocked the massive brass and wooden trunk of forgotten memories. My mind's recorder rewound to just the right spot and pressed play.
In a split second I was transported to an event four years earlier in Wisconsin . My two daughters and I were at the pool of the hotel where I always stayed during our visits. Hilary, my oldest daughter, had just gone back to the room to clean up before dinner. My youngest daughter Alison and I were in the pool goofing around, working on our synchronized swimming routines: turn, twist, dive, leap, gasp, cough, and so forth.
Caught up in the performance, Alison executed a backward underwater somersault too close to the bottom and struck her head on the pool floor. Panic stricken, I grabbed her and helped her regain her footing. Holding her head, tears beginning to flow, I pulled her close, hoping to ease her pain. She was eleven-almost twelve if you asked her - but it was like holding my little girl when she was three. We stood there, alone in the middle of the pool, tightly hugging each other. I said something to try to comfort her as her tears began to subside, but she said nothing.
That's when it happened. Even though she had stopped crying, she didn't let go, and neither did I. Time stood still.
We had reached out to each other because she was hurt, but we held on because this was something that we both had missed over the years living so far apart. No words were spoken. Our communication was beyond any words - a father's soul to a daughter's heart, both starving for this moment that neither thought would come, yet both hoping against hope. It was the hug that changed my life.
If you have never been separated from your children for long periods of time, you may not understand, though I'm sure you share a deep love for your children. However, if you're one of the thousands of fathers who are separated, divorced or incarcerated, you know exactly what I'm saying.
We long for the opportunity to patch a scraped knee, sooth a hurting spirit, or chase away the monsters under the bed. These little, yet significant moments pass us by as our children seem to grow up much faster when we're apart. We would like to be there at that moment when our children need us, perhaps just once when they're hurt from a bicycle fall or sad because of a classmate's unkind remark - just once. But for most of us, those moments pass us by.
Sure, we have our visits, and if our children get hurt we comfort them, but visits aren't real day-to-day life. They're condensed time capsules, crammed with an abundance of activities, trying to make up for lost time. Just when the visit begins to slow to a normal pace, it's time to take them home. All that fills the silence after the good-byes is the sad sensation that so many things were left undone or unsaid. You pledge to do them during the next visit, but by then she has grown so much that you need to find your bearings and get over the initial discomfort, and your visit time flies.
So now you understand why I say this was the hug that changed my life. For in that instant, an emerging young lady once again became "Daddy's little girl," a struggling father became a dad, both souls received a glorious answer to our desperate prayers.
Thank God for memories. They dearly hold what we hold dear, waiting to be relived again and again, arriving when we least expect them, triggered by a song, a familiar sight, or perhaps even a smell.
Randell Turner is the director of the Fathers Workshop, an organization that works to encourage and support fathers throughout Pennsylvania.
Release for the Press – from the magazine IN SEARCH OF FATHERHOOD®
SHERMAN, TX . – 25 MARCH 2008 – Don Mathis is one of the key players in the Fatherhood Movement, the publisher of an international Fatherhood publication – The Fourteen Percenter (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NCP-TX-Grayson/message/50), a poet, and a father. A number of his poems – Woman Without a Soul, Netherlands Sacrifice, and My Son Turns 15 which celebrates his son Charlie's 15th birthday – have graced the pages of IN SEARCH OF FATHERHOOD®. Since 1998, Mathis, through The Fourteen Percenter, has been an eloquent voice for noncustodial fathers. In the Spring 2008 issue of IN SEARCH OF FATHERHOOD®, Mathis talks about his role models, equal parenting, what motivated him to create and publish The Fourteen Percenter, and why the Fatherhood Movement is needed.
"The Fatherhood Movement is personal. It is one man's decision to be the best father he can be. The Fatherhood Movement is a worldwide phenomenon, too. Dads across the nation and the world are seeing the inequalities in the 'justice' system when it comes to single mothers and fathers. Men, women and grandparents are joining together to combat discrimination against dads in custody courts. Men are fighting on their own – in courtrooms and in letter-writing campaigns – to combat gender stereotypes. One of my goals is to dispel the notion that only one parent can be nurturing. A man's traditional role was that of provider and protector. But due to the disenfranchisement of dads, divorced men are now removed from the day-to-day lives of their children and relegated to only providers – child support providers. . . ," Mathis told IN SEARCH OF FATHERHOOD® in a recent interview.
You can find out what else Mr. Mathis had to say about a variety of issues in the Spring 2008 issue of IN SEARCH OF FATHERHOOD® which is scheduled for distribution in May 2008. IN SEARCH OF FATHERHOOD® is distributed on a subscriber basis in The Netherlands and the United States . For subscription or advertisement information, contact BSI International, Inc. via e-mail at: bsi-international@earthlink.net .
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