27 March 2013

George Ronald Slighte

While I was pregnant with my first child, in 1983, at the Golden Gate National Cemetary, I first saw his name in stone:
Slighte, George Ronald,
b. 06/27/1915, d. 06/05/1949,
PVT CANNON CO 128 INFTY 32 DIV
WW II
I had never seen his face, but he was my grandfather. My father was four years old when he passed. All my life I remember hearing that my brother would have been named "George," but he wasn't a man you would name a child after.

THIS, is my personal testimony to say that George was a man who many thought was a hero. Just the kind of man you name a child after.



George Ronald Slighte enlisted in the United State's Army Infantry five days after the bombing of Pearl Harbor.
He was born in Port Hope, Ontario, to Thomas and Margaret Slighte (Nana and Papa Slighte to me). The family moved to California when he and his two older brothers Thomas and Ray where children.
This "short little Canadian" was VERY passionate about his adopted country. 


He met my grandmother, Margaret Florence Clara Foley, while in high school. 




Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, was bombed on December 7, 1941. It took George only five days to get his affairs in order, and sign up to serve his country. 


While he went to war, my grandmother awaited his return.

The 32nd was his division in the Army. They are called the Red Arrows.





George was paralyzed from an injury incurred at the hands of a Japanese rifle butt to the back of his head in New Guinea. Four Natives carried him for 8 days over the Owen Stanley Mountains to safety.
He spent three months in a hospital in Australia before being returned to the states where he spent more time in a hospital in San Diego before being released to his wife.

My father, Ronald George Slighte was born February 8, 1945, his younger sister was born in February 1947.

By June 1949, the horrendous pain from his head injury finally got the better of him.

He gave his watch to my four year old father, closed the door to his home office, and removed the offending object with his service revolver.

That last part was the only thing I had known about my grandfather when I was a child.
They could have left that part out, it was the part that has injured the delicate sensibilities of many in our family for generations.

George R. Slighte was a war hero. He was injured horridly in World War II; but four New Guinea natives carried him for EIGHT days so that he may see his dear family again. When he returned to the states, my father and aunt were conceived.

Without those four men, who the records tell me were called "Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels" by our army, who carried my grandfather to safety, my grandchildren and so many people that I love, including me, wouldn't be here.

Thank God for Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels.

Thank God also for distant cousins.
After I sent out an inquiring email to a distant cousin who had posted part of our family tree online; I was rewarded and blessed with emails and photos of the family I had never seen.

Thanks to my cousin Kathy, here is a photo of my grandfather, George Ronald Slighte, my grandmother, Margaret Florence Clara Slighte (nee Foley), his mother, my great-grandma "Nana" ("Maggie") Margaret Thornhill Slighte (nee Walsh) and  his father, my great-grandfather, Thomas A. Slighte




http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/32nd_Infantry_Division_%28United_States%29

13 March 2013

A Peek into My Spiritual Journey

This is about me. Well, many things I write, and have written, have been about me. About my journey though this life. This is probably the most intimate glimpse I have ever given anyone.

I am giving it to anyone who wants to know.
For those who want to know why, Margaret Ellen Slighte, came to the decision to embrace The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints as her "church home."
I'm forty six years old.
I have tasted of any sin I may have desired, and many I never thought I could even stomach.
I am done. Done with sin. Done with living in any manner that is disrespectful to myself, my relationship with Jesus Christ, or that of God, the Creator.
I desire to begin to live in a righteous manner. In a manner which is respectful of the relationship of my soul with the Godhead. With Christ, God, and the Holy Spirit, which I pray that I will be able to acknowledge how each have touched my life in every moment.
When do I remember my relationship with God, and Christ, beginning? What is my first "spiritual memory?" (What is YOURS? What do YOU remember?)
When I lived in Shelton (the first time), after my parent's divorce, my mother sent me to Sunday School against my father's wishes (he was an atheist, a LOUD one). I believe I was six or seven years old. I feel I was about six when this happened.

During one of the Sunday School lessons, we were singing the song "This Little Light of Mine" ( LIGHTE :) ) and I immediately felt a warm sunny feeling, but much brighter, around my "soul". It was my first conscious feeling of having a "soul". I knew there was a Christ. I also knew there were two other separate energies I felt: One of God, the Creator as well as The Holy Spirit.
I have always known that we were all connected. I have always known that "good" or "holy" deeds brought more reward to my soul, than did "selfish" or "hedonistic" deeds.
During these nearly four years since the explosive destruction of my family, and my marriage on Father's Day 2009, I continued my disastrous and self-destructive behavior in a manner that was not only disrespectful to myself, it was also extremely public.
I have had times that the Lord has given me a glimpse of His comfort and glory. My travels across the country have been blessed with not only support of my friends, but also my Savior. My prayers have not gone unanswered. I have been given many gifts. I received them not with the grace I could, and should have.


Having displayed my sins so publicly, and with less than shameful appearances; I prayed whether, as part of my transformation, I should let go of any public exposure (social media). My prayers were answered that my contrition and apologies; my guilt and repentance be as public as I was with my sinful behavior.
Once my period of contrition is over, I will pray and re-evaluate which sites and accounts to retain, and which to discontinue.
When I speak of my sins, one of my most public and my latest, was that of adultery.
I learned the hard way that there is an adversary.
Evil has worked it's way into my family since I was a very small child.
I have had agents of evil, and when I say evil, I mean the darkest of the dark, at work within my family for generations.
From the time my father's father submitted to the demons that haunted him, and ended his own life; our family has been haunted by evil.
My own father committed suicide around my birthday in 1999, 15 years after I last saw him. The abuse I sustained at his hands, as a small child can only be termed as evil. Then, as a young teenager, he made certain he instilled his lack of morality into my ideas. His constant guidance was down the wrong path. When I was becoming a mother, I KNEW I needed to distance myself from him.  I knew enough to keep my children from that piece of evil in my life. Unfortunately, I did not give them the gift of a righteous home to be raised in. For this I am very sorry.
In the last year, I discovered that the adversary will tempt us with that which we THINK we desire the most when we are at our lowest.
My teenage nephew committed suicide last summer, shortly thereafter I again went astray from a righteous path. I sought love and comfort from the evil that danced in front of me and begged me to join it.
I was to receive what I thought I desired, and instead of joy and elation that would be with truth and love, I felt instead the true stink and disgust of the sin, as a layer of scum, upon my soul.
Hedonism: self-love. I believe that we are divine. In the way that our Creator would not create anything LESS than divine. How I have treated myself and others around me has been so much less than divine.
The commandments are CLEAR, however, thou shall not worship anyone or anything except the one TRUE God. It may feel good for a little while, but the scum upon my soul is deep now.
I am in need of a baptism, a TRUE baptism and to exercise my own agency to choose righteous behavior which is respectful of myself and my relationship with Christ, and His Father, our Creator 

Throughout my life, whatever evils that I endured, and enjoyed; I KNEW right from wrong. 

I felt shame and disgust at some of my own behavior. What I DIDN'T understand, was how to change. I didn't respect myself enough, I didn't honor that I was a daughter of God.
Most of my life I allowed myself to be used in any way that the males around me desired to use me. I was disposable, right? WRONG.
I am a daughter of God. I deserve to begin to honor that.
My daughter, and my sons and my granddaughters and grandson deserve to be honored by me being a person who respects herself and who does her best to be righteous and respectful of our Father in Heaven.
I will continue to grow, and to learn, on my spiritual journey. I will expand and expound upon this, my journal of my relationship with my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
I invite anyone interested to do as I did, and look up the Book of Mormon, another Testament of Jesus Christ. It's online. Read it. Pray. Decide for yourself. I did.

If you want to know more about MY journey to embracing my love of Christ and the change of my religious views, I invite you to come read my other blog: Slightely Mormon What can I say, everything I do, I do "Slightely" :)

Love and Lighte

(this blog entry was copied to SlightelyMormon.blogspot.com when that blog was created)

08 March 2013

Airplane Mode, Amen

Sometimes, as my new friend with the old soul said, it is just time to go on "airplane mode" referring to the mode in which we switch our cell phones so that we may listen to music, but we can not receive phone calls or web-based correspondence.
That is the mode in which I operate most of the time, nowadays.

During my religious conversion. During my time of introspection and prayer. Listening to God.

I know, I have heard the revelation from God. This is where I belong.

Airplane mode, Amen.

09 February 2013

February 2013: Plans and Reflections

Wow, this past year was a doozy!

Activism and cannabis... they both had their way with me in ways I would rather not admit. But, in order to learn and grow, that is just what I must do.

Drama. Feeling rather embarrassed and humiliated by my OWN actions. Shame on me. Enough said.

Wanting to believe; wanting to be loved.

Then, having the supposed love, yet wanting to be me.
Wanting to move on with my life.

After the failed fight against 502 due to it's discriminatory wording against young adults as well as unreasonable DUI provisions; the thought of further "activism" to that extent, exhausts me.

After devoting my life; day and night, to the cannabis news business for nearly six months, I am over it.
I give props to those who do it. I can't.


I LOVE to write. I LOVE to research and investigate and convey that information in written form to disseminate to others. I LOVE that.

I am NOT, nor have ever been, a one topic writer. Frankly, I am FAR too opinionated to be!

I have refrained from writing, and publishing much on the net, for the past 4 or so months. Many of the reasons for this are now becoming known. One of them was that I had no computer. Mine died days before my 46 birthday. Promises to replace it were empty ones. I always can depend on the Universe, and it came through for me with a winning bid on a little netbook for only $65 (before $15 shipping).

Whilst in my off-computer time, I wrote over two thousand pages longhand. I am using those pages as a jump-off point for several pieces.

I will still write about the sacred herb; but it isn't the only thing that I am concerned about. It is only a piece.
There are other parts of life, like children, animals, traveling and enlightenment that I enjoy and would love to share with others through my words.

I am working on a couple of exciting projects about cannabis, though. Three pamphlet-size books have been written, and are being transcribed.

The series is the basics of cannabis edibles by Gma Maggic 420, with a price point of $4.20, printed on hemp, small enough to ship by first class mail but packed with information.

"The Poor Girls' Guide: to Basic Cannabis Cooking", "The Poor Girls' Guide: to Cannabis Tinctures and Topicals" and "The Poor Girls' Guide: to Full Extract Cannabis Oils" should all be available no later than April 20, 2014.

So, I will be quite busy.... writing and doing what I love. I am still working on the books of my travels, as well as working on more travels ahead.

...and please remember: PLEASE talk to strangers, they could be one of your next best friends!!!

Love and Lighte!!

Saturday Sun

Dogs & Cats
laying about
soaking in
the heat
of the
bright
winter sun

Whilst
the humans
of the home
go about
their
Sunny
Saturday
Silliness

07 February 2013

Hello

The device
in my hand
vibrated;
saying
"look at me"
"look at me"

My attention
on something
infinitely
more full of beauty
and wonder

the dark grey
clouds
drifting across
the sky

as the sun
finally breaks through
and shines through
the window
upon my face.

Good Morning,
Universe,
I hear you :)

My Weapons, My Battles

The quieter I am online,
The more I write.

Write,
my hand
by which
I write.

My pen.

The tool of
my Art --
No trade for me.

I write
because
I love it.

Because the
Words
FIGHT
their own
way
out of me.

When I
Stifle them,
Do not allow
them
their own voice:
the demons
of depression
and despair
only grow louder
in my head.

The unwritten words
fester
and ROT
and eat
at my happiness
with
the acid
of their
discontentment.

Until depression
becomes dismay,
and tears fill
once happy
eyes

A smile
no more.
Face,
free of the
lines of laughter
and holes
called dimples;
become
a salt flat of flesh.

Be gone
young demons --

I have fought
MANY a fight
with older
and mightier
than thou!

My Pen
swift be
my sword --

If it
be not
quick enough --

mine fingers
shall soon
have a more
virulent weapon
against ye!

a keyboard
shall
soon arrive!

Swift be
the fingers
that shall
slay these
demons --

Like those
before them!

Depression -
Despair -
Demons of my Dreams -
Be gone from ME
I seek Divinity!!!!