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2020-05-27

“THE TYRANT WITHIN” by JTK.CA

All my railings against today’s political tyrants are actually scapegoats for dealing with the tyrant within myself. The tyrant within is my worst enemy & best friend. Excuses are his form of legislation. To change the world, I must change myself.

Tuesday, July 26, 2020 was HOT but BEAUTIFUL in The City of Guelph, Ontario, Canada. Photo by Jonathan Tad Ketchen ( JTK.CA ) #ShareYourWeather

Tuesday, July 26, 2020 was HOT but BEAUTIFUL in The City of Guelph, Ontario, Canada.
Photo by Jonathan Tad Ketchen ( JTK.CA )

#ShareYourWeather

2020-05-22

I'm a prolific photographer and often wondered if I could be some celebrity or politician's Instagrammer-in-chief. Of course, I'm not really serious. I've been retired on Disability pensions for my bitly.com/SevereOCD since age 36 in 2004 and currently, at 52, I love my life of no responsibilities. I kept losing jobs because of my OCD, so I decided to stop torturing myself and went with the Disability pensions. I'm much happier now.

2020-05-19

“SARAH ELSIE MAYER” by JTK.CA ::: Newspaper portion by SENIORS TODAY + my story of how she lived with us for five years, late in her life.

“SARAH ELSIE MAYER” by http://JTK.CA

The image above is an article about Sarah Elsie Mayer, from a small newspaper called SENIORS TODAY, based in Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada. The article above is not written by me, but everything below is.

Miss Sarah Elsie Mayer was an elderly retired nurse who lived with us in Coxheath (Sydney), Nova Scotia, Canada, for five years (circa 1976-1981), when I was a kid. Dad was pastoring a church in Sydney.

When Miss Mayer was still a nurse, she had a dream one night about a very specific and rare complication in childbirth. She woke up, looked for and found medical literature on the problem. Later on, while she was helping a woman give birth, this exact complication took place, and she knew exactly what to do, saving both the baby and mother.

Miss Mayer delivered around one thousand babies and never lost one. She worked in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in Newfoundland.

For more than the last decade and a half of their lives, my parents lived in a condo tower in Guelph (pronounced “Gwelf”), Ontario, Canada. In their building, Dad once talked to a couple who used to live in Newfoundland. He mentioned Miss Mayer, and they responded, “Oh, yeah! She’s famous!”

MY CLASSIC MEMORIES OF MISS MAYER

We were in the car when Dad parked in a Fire Zone at the Hospital. I remember scolding him; “Dad you can’t park here! There could be a fire, so it’s reserved for emergency vehicles!” Then came Miss Mayer’s classic scold to me, “He’s the pastor. He can park anywhere he likes.

A few years later, when we had moved on to upstate New York, for Dad’s next pastorate, I remember us getting a letter from Miss Mayer. I loved her complimentary close, “My love to everyone, especially Jonathan — Sarah Elsie Mayer.

I write even more about her, including something she wrote about me
in this TUMBLR blog post:

https://MemoriesAndPredictions.TUMBLR.com/post/160517239237/cn-tower-toronto-retrospective-self-portrait

Enjoy!


© Tad (http://JTK.CA) NudistPoet (http://NudeCreations.com) a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen

http://TadCreations.com & http://NudistPoet.com
Guelph (pronounced “Gwelf”), Ontario, Canada, eh?
JTK.CA@JTK.CA
519­­-­830-4812
https://MemoriesAndPredictions.TUMBLR.com

2020-05-08

"WORRY IS THE MONSTER (Dedicated to the Rev. Bob Smart)" :::: © Tad "JTK.CA" NudistPoet

"WORRY IS THE MONSTER (Dedicated to the Rev. Bob Smart*)"
© Tad "JTK.CA" NudistPoet

Don't make decisions in the depths of despair,
Or when you're half asleep.
Your choices may take on a dismal air
And ruin your happy and waking hours.

Downcast, you say, "I remember then."
I respond, "Don't worry,
And the time will come again."



Worry is the Monster
Guarding the City of Despair --
He welcomes you in
And tries to keep you there.
He serves a feast to the god of mistrust.
You eat until you're stuffed.
You ate it up,
And now, from inside,
It eats you up.

Welcome to
The lure of lies.
The Monster of Despair
Hugs you tight and cries with you,
While he keeps you imprisoned.

Get out of the city!
Run away and don't look back,
For if you look back,
You will go back --
That's the nature of a gaze.

Retreat is more honourable
Than surrender.

Just run,
Don't think,
Because you cannot think
When you're in the Liar's Lair.
He's the Monster of the City of Despair,
But you know him by another name;
Yes, he's Satan, the King of Lies,
The Angel of Pseudolight, playing another game.

The Real Light comes in,
And you see beside you
A face of true beauty.
He says, "I've been with you
All along, working to get through
The wall of worry you've built between us."

You respond, "That I've built?
The Monster of Despair
Built this city and its walls!"

Jesus says, "No,
This is a city of your own invention,
And Satan was only too glad to help.
Now, come again with me,
And walk life's roads
Without malice toward the truth
That you are mine.
You cannot escape my love.
I bought you back from the Monster
You had sold yourself to.
Here,
Feel my scars."

Committed to your safety
And His love for you,
He wounds the Monster of Despair,
Not with a sword,
But by showing him the nail-scarred hands.
Then, Jesus,
Committed to your safety
And His love for you,
Grasps your hand
And leads you from
The City of Your Own Invention.

As He holds your hand,
You feel a scar
That saved you from yourself.

JTK.CA

* TAD'S NOTE:

I wrote "WORRY IS THE MONSTER" after hearing a powerful sermon by my friend, the Rev. Bob Smart -- a sermon on Giant Despair in John Bunyan's "The Pilgrim's Progress". I gave Bob a framed copy of "WORRY IS THE MONSTER" the next time I saw him, since he helped inspire the poem. He said he would cherish it.

Years ago, one of my readers wrote me to say how "WORRY IS THE MONSTER" was just the poem he needed to read. Many others have told me how blessed they have been by various poems of mine, which is why I look at my poetry as my ministry.
“THE BEAM” by Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)

I am the sin
Christ’s hands were nailed to.
I am the beam
He carried there
Until its evil became too heavy
For the tortured Son of God to bear.

A passer-by was forced to carry
The cursed tree to the Place of the Skull,
Where God’s own Son would die for me
To prove all of my striving null.

I am the beam
Christ’s hands were nailed to.
I am the nail that skewered His feet.
I am the sword that pierced His side.
I am a disciple who did retreat.
I helped fuel Satan’s pride.
I began the shouts to crucify.

God’s love and grace
Are all that save me.
Christ’s sacrifice
Unseals my doom,
Unlocks the Gates of Hell
To free me
To enter Streets of Gold.

Heaven is too rich to earn —
Inheritance the only way.
Accept the gift of eternal life
For which only Christ could pay.

TadCreations.com
© Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)
NudistPoet.com
The Human Skin Is Not A Sin


“TWISTED NECK BY MOONLIGHT” by JTK.CA

“TWISTED NECK BY MOONLIGHT” by http://JTK.CA
© http://JTK.CA
Name: Tad ● Pen Name & Web Address: JTK.CA
Social Media Moniker: @NudistPoet
© Jonathan Tad Ketchen
http://TadCreations.com
Guelph (pronounced “Gwelf”), Ontario, Canada, eh?
JTK.CA@JTK.CA
519-­830-4812
http://MemoriesAndPredictions.TUMBLR.com


For all Tad’s NUDE work, go to:
http://NudeCreations.com

and
http://NudistPoet.com

“JTK.CA is a MOONHEAD” by JTK.CA

JTK.CA is a MOONHEAD” by http://JTK.CA

JTK.CA is a moonhead. All of Jonathan Tad Ketchen​’s creative adventures can be found at http://JTK.CA

© http://JTK.CA
 Name: Tad ● Pen Name & Web Address: JTK.CA
Social Media Moniker: @NudistPoet
© Jonathan Tad Ketchen
http://TadCreations.com
Guelph (pronounced “Gwelf”), Ontario, Canada, eh?
JTK.CA@JTK.CA
519-­830-4812
http://MemoriesAndPredictions.TUMBLR.com


For all Tad’s NUDE work, go to:
http://NudeCreations.com

and
http://NudistPoet.com

“GREAT SERMON, DAD! BUT . . . (The perils of raising a free thinking son)” by JTK.CA

“GREAT SERMON, DAD! BUT . . . (The perils of raising a free-thinking son)” by http://JTK.CA

Dad (http://RevDavidKetchen.tumblr.com) raised a free thinker. I remember after one of his sermons, I said, “Great sermon, Dad. But, you said at one point, ‘It may not be how we live, but it’s what we believe.’” Then I continued, “If it’s not how we live, maybe we need to ask ourselves if it really is what we believe.” Dad said, “Good point.” — Jonathan Tad Ketchen (http://JTK.CA)

© http://JTK.CA
Name: Tad ::: Pen Name & Web Address: JTK.CA
Social Media Moniker: @NudistPoet
© Jonathan Tad Ketchen
http://TadCreations.com
Guelph (pronounced “Gwelf”), Ontario, Canada, eh?
JTK.CA@JTK.CA

519-­830-4812
http://MemoriesAndPredictions.TUMBLR.com


For all Tad’s NUDE work, go to:
http://NudeCreations.com

and
http://NudistPoet.com

“SATURN AND THE MOON” by JTK.CA

“SATURN AND THE MOON” by http://JTK.CA

© http://JTK.CA
Name: Tad ● Pen Name & Web Address: JTK.CA
Social Media Moniker: @NudistPoet
© Jonathan Tad Ketchen
http://TadCreations.com
Guelph (pronounced “Gwelf”), Ontario, Canada, eh?
JTK.CA@JTK.CA
519-­830-4812
http://MemoriesAndPredictions.TUMBLR.com


For all Tad’s NUDE work, go to:
http://NudeCreations.com

and
http://NudistPoet.com

“WHALE WATCHING BY MOONLIGHT” by JTK.CA ::: Hooray! After eons of wondering where this was, I finally found it while exploring old files on my hard drive. Enjoy! It’s long overdue!

“WHALE WATCHING BY MOONLIGHT” by http://JTK.CA

Hooray! After eons of wondering where this was, I finally found it while exploring old files on my hard drive. Enjoy! It’s long overdue!

© http://JTK.CA
Name: Tad ● Pen Name & Web Address: JTK.CA
Social Media Moniker: @NudistPoet
© Jonathan Tad Ketchen
http://TadCreations.com
Guelph (pronounced “Gwelf”), Ontario, Canada, eh?
JTK.CA@JTK.CA
519-­830-4812
http://MemoriesAndPredictions.TUMBLR.com


For all Tad’s NUDE work, go to:
http://NudeCreations.com

and
http://NudistPoet.com
"WALK WITH ME
(Dedicated to Melinda 'Cosmos Millennium' Brittingham)"
by JTK.CA
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Walk with me
Upon the shores
Of life

My friend
At night we wander
In each hall and room and
On each dark yet shimmering street
Upon this airy mountaintop
As we breathe in life's dark mysteries
In search of promised light

Walk with me
Out to the shore of heaven

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
http://TadCreations.com
COPYRIGHT © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
NudistPoet@yahoo.com

Tad's Note: In the late 1980's, Melinda "Cosmos Millennium" Brittingham was my sidekick at Covenant College (http://www.covenant.edu), on the "airy mountaintop" of Lookout Mountain, Georgia, U.S.A., and she will always hold a very special place in my heart. While I was there, I was a United States Resident Alien, and having been born in Flin Flon, Manitoba, Canada, Cosmos liked to call me her "friend Tad, who is an alien from Flin Flon." As a result, I titled the first self-published book of my poetry, "MUSINGS OF AN ALIEN FROM FLIN FLON." I gave Melinda the nickname Cosmos, while at Covenant, because it just fit her personality so perfectly. Whenever I'd see her in the distance, I'd chant in a loud deep voice, "COSMOS!" I'm really glad we're still in touch via the internet and the telephone. She's truly one of a kind, and God has truly blessed me with her friendship.

“SENTI-MENTAL DREAMSCAPE” by Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)

Wow! I just woke up from an incredible dream, full of me choking up a few times and crying at profundities, seeing a simple roadside photo of a fence with wooden posts and barbed wire and tree branches poking through that formed the face of Jesus. I showed it to others. They couldn’t see Jesus’ face. They just saw the fence. But, in the dream, I had a hallucination of an old friend (Dean Cluett) from our years in Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada, and I showed it to him and he saw Jesus’ face in the branches. Music was throughout the dream. It always seeps in because I sleep to my fave iTunes tracks on Shuffle. While Serena Ryder was singing “Blown Like The Wind At Night” I professed that she’s on my Fantasy Wife list, telling that to another character in my dream. Bruce Cockburn was singing “Pangs Of Love,” with his lyrics, “I came so far around the world ... ” mixing with my fond memories of my childhood years on Cape Breton Island. From this dream filter, I was overwhelmed by the thought of how we all are fathered many times over temporally and geographically. Father, grandfather, great grandfather, etc. The whole epic scale of the history of how we each individually came to be who we are — that whole epic scale overwhelmed me. I love my dreams. They’re always full of incredible detail. They were HD before there was HD. But this particular dream was jam-packed, and for a change, characters in the dream weren’t trying to kill me. — Jonathan Tad Ketchen

“DON’T BE SO QUICK TO HATE YOUR ENEMIES” by JTK.CA


“DON’T BE SO QUICK TO HATE YOUR ENEMIES”
by Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)

The wife of an elder in one of Dad’s (@RevDavidKetchen) churches said to him, “We don’t come to church to be told we’re sinners.” She also told him, “Your preaching is an embarrassment.” Dad was prone to depression his whole life, and she certainly did not help. Nonetheless, the weird thing is that Dad got a birthday card from her when everyone else in the church forgot his birthday.

DON’T BE SO QUICK TO HATE YOUR ENEMIES.

I once criticized a co-worker on the “F” word being one-half of his vocabulary, since he used it every other word. Needless to say, Mr. F answered me with a diatribe of profanity. Sometime later, I was upset by someone’s treatment of me, and, lo and behold, Mr. F came to my defence and encouraged me.

DON’T BE SO QUICK TO HATE YOUR ENEMIES.

640 x 640 version of my logo based on the 80 x 80 version

640 x 640 version of my logo based on the 80 x 80 version

I liked the original version in the previous post, with the d in Tad and the N in Nudist hitting the edges of my shoulders dead on, but discovered it made the d in Tad less legible. So I moved each out eight pixels (here) for a bit of separation to make the d in Tad more legible.

I liked the original version in the previous post, with the d in Tad and the N in Nudist hitting the edges of my shoulders dead on, but discovered it made the d in Tad less legible. So I moved each out eight pixels (here) for a bit of separation to make the d in Tad more legible.

2020-05-06

I find it hilarious that I’m on Disability pensions for my Severe Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (http://bit.ly/SevereOCD), and now, all of a sudden, governments and companies across the globe are mandating Severe OCD for everyone. 🙄 #coronapocalypse And the reason I’m on Disability for Severe OCD is because it used to take me too long to do my jobs because of it. Now everyone’s slowed down because I was right all along. — JTK.CA

2020-04-16

Monitoring people who aren’t sick because they could be sick and not know it is just an excuse to monitor EVERY FUCKING PERSON ON THE PLANET! #Covid1984