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 It all started without my realization in a little small town called "Pace Del Mela" province of Messina, Sicily, where I was born December 13, 1933. At the age of about 9 or 10, I was walking by myself on the sidewalk of the main street of my hometown from the main piazza to my Grandfather's house. All of a sudden at this particular spot of the sidewalk, I still remember very clear, just before my Aunt Nicolina's house I stopped walking. I felt a feeling in my whole body - as if I was a baby, very comfortable and protected in this big circle. As if I were a part of the world and the world was a part of me, giving me a tremendous tranquility and a great feeling of peace. It lasted for maybe a minute or two; I started to walk again to my Grandfather's house and told no one about this experience. Because of my young age I did not give any importance to this spiritual experience. Not realizing the meaning of it and at that time 1942-1943 such things were not to be discussed.
I remember at one time asking my Grandfather about the world, the sky, and the stars how were they possible? The answer that I got was, "It's better not to think about it, it will drive you crazy" and that was that.
Around that time I remember my Father scolding me, "Why do you smile when you talk to people you are supposed to be serious". I guess he was trying to make me serious and stern like him. He was serious and stern especially with the family, my mom, my older sister and my younger brother.
My mom & I, being of the same happy go lucky personality, we got the worst of it, with Mental and Physical violence. He was a great provider before, during and after World War II. We never went hungry; this was how he showed his love PERIOD. He never said to anyone of us the words "I Love You". The rest was domination, macho world of the time for most fathers. So, such behavior was not questioned. On December 10, 1947, we sailed out of the port of Naples, on a ship called Vulcania, arriving at the New York City port the 18th day of December, 1947, my father, my older sister, my younger brother and I. My mother arrived six months before us; she was an American citizen, since she was born in Altoona, PA, USA.
My 14th birthday occurred on the ship the Vulcania, sailing to New York City.
THANK GOD FOR THE USA.
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MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS:
- Award winning Poet & Author
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MY NEWS:
“WE ARE OUR OWN WORST ENEMY”
We are our own worst enemy
It’s an old familiar saying
We need to start
At the beginning
We are a Human
And a Being
Find their meaning and
We will find the Enemy
It cannot be the Being
Because its’ meaning
Stands for
Spirituality
Immortality
It must be the Human
The Enemy
Because its’ meaning
Stands for
Physicality
Mortality
And
Materialism
Egotism
And all the selfish
Destructive impurities
Including putting itself
In charge of our lives
So now that
We have found
Our own worst enemy
How do we defeat it?
By listening
To our Be-In-G(od)
God gave us freedom
Choose!
The Human or the Being!
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