Matthew Frederick Freelance Writing

Freelance Writer and Blogger – specializing in Case Studies

Category: family

The Genetically Engineered Human Organism

flowersGreetings, my friend. I hope this post finds you feeling well and your cosmic vibrations are resonating at a high level. I hope your creative energy is being spent in a way that gives you a sense of purpose and pride.

As humans, we are directly connected to our environment. By connected, I am referring to a dependence upon the vitamins and minerals it produces naturally. In turn, the environment is dependent upon us to consume its resources. We come from the same process of creation and all of it, our physical shells and the consumption we require, are all connected. Consumption includes everything from the air we breathe to the food we consume.

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Ate the Aches and Reigns

Day 8. Tonight’s post will have a feel to it. I have spent the last 4 hours working on some upcoming material and, to be completely honest with you, my brain feels like french toast…with butter and syrup.

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A Social Media Compilation and Some News.

wpid-20150912_150316.jpgHello, my friends!
I have a few pieces in work – expect to see the first by Tuesday evening or Wednesday afternoon.
The adventure has, unfortunately, delayed work on the blog. I don’t want to try to explain (and most likely bore you) with the details.
Rest assured, though, the posts will show up more often as we move forward. Regular blog postings are essential.
I haven’t told anyone about the plans I have. Yay for secrets! Don’t worry – the secret will be out soon – and you’re going to love it.

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Janet Marie is my Mom. And I miss her.

Janet Marie and Matthew Frederick 1980. (Photo)


mom and me16 years ago today – My Mother’s last word was written in her book of life.

She passed on with grace. Remaining selfless and exuding love to the last moments of her physical human experience.

Everything I’ve done, all the incredible things I’ve yet to do, and all the people that will benefit and be inspired by what I do – is all for her.

My life-work is a dedication to Janet Marie.

Thank you, Mom. I miss you like crazy.

You’re still my hero.  I love you.

Your grateful son,
Matthew Frederick.

Janet Marie 1/7/54 – 7/28/99

The Reason. My Son.

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6/18 11:24PM- My son is my life. I’m sitting with him on the bed, where I’m sure I’ll be for the rest of the night. As I sit here and look at him, I’m often overcome with such emotion that I feel paralyzed. The love is indescribable. The sorrow I feel for him, I can’t begin to express in written form. He’s an extremely happy kid yet I know he’s missed out on so much. I just want my son to be happy. I know he’s going to experience pain, anger, sorrow, etc. But I want contentment for him. I want him to enjoy life and to experience love, joy, and fulfillment.

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You Are a Genius – So Am I and So Are We – They Are Too.

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What is 1+2? What is the value of 1? What is the value of 2? If we take the value of 1 and add it to the value of 2, what is the outcome? Given what we have learned throughout our lives, the value we get is 3. Now, my question is this – Do you accept that?

Is there any part of your mind that has a desire to question it or are you 100% sold on 1+2=3? If you do have, even a slight hesitation to accept it, then you’re on the right track.

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Collective Consciousness and Bunk Beds.

bunk bedsWhen I was 6 years old, my younger brother and I had bunk beds.

30 years ago, bunk beds were assembled differently than they are today. We had, basically, 6 pieces of wood per bunk held together by screws. A three-inch, pencil sized spike was then placed into each hole of the frame. The spikes were attached to the top bunk and the holes were in the bottom bunk. Insert spike into the hole and, presto, bunk beds.
Being the adventurous kids that we were – we took apart the two frames. (No more fighting over top bunk) The small wooden sticks had to be broken off the top bunk so that it could lay flat on the ground. This also left the 4 open holes on the bottom bed.
Of course, being a kid, that means you see what you can put in there, right? How about a freshly sharpened pencil?
Apparently, that was my thought process. I don’t recall anything about how the pencil got there or even who put it there. All I know is that it was there with a sharpened lead tip facing up.

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