Autobi-Ne@think

Deborah Ann Easterling was born in the Deep South, way down in Hattiesburg, Mississippi back in 1953 on the cool crisp fall morning of September 19th. There was a narrow dirt road between the two homes of her grandparents where there were no other houses in sight. The red and yellow leaves on the tall oaks mixed with the tall green pines were complimented by the bright yellow buttercups and the purple daisies along the way. The sounds of birds singing and squirrels scampering could often be heard along the path. There was the magnificent sound of whippoorwills, brown martins, blue birds, blue jays, and even the pecking of the woodpeckers; just to name a few. Many fond memories were brought to life during visits to these lovely homes. Mamma’s parents were Otis and Leona Russell. Ms Russell was always fixing dinner for the preacher on Sunday and talking about Jesus. Mr. Russell was a tall man of integrity and statute. People would come for miles for his help or just his counsel. Daddy’s parents were Ira and Mary Easterling. Papa Easterling was a small man, a preacher, with a southern drawl that included a long wonderful laugh, and a twinkle in his eyes. Mama Easterling had a gentle spirit and a motto that stuck with Deborah over the years. “If you can’t say something good about someone, just don’t say anything at all.” The mamas churned butter and wore beautiful sun bonnets to work in the magnificent gardens. The papas worked from sun up to sundown except on Sundays. They would talk and laugh for hours. She never heard either one of them say an unkind word about the other, but it seemed like they had a watermelon contest every year. Those cool juicy watermelons were the highlight of many a warm summer evening.
Deborah’s parents Opal and Ray moved to Houston, Texas when she was two. When she was four she was blessed with a precious baby brother. She was sure then she was meant to be a mother just like her mom. She still got to spend a week in the country every summer, though, and sometimes Christmas. In Texas is where she met Cousin Sylvia, a beautiful girl, who taught her to write her ABC’s when she was four. English was Deborah’s favorite subject from then on because Cousin Sylvia made it so much fun. She told Deborah she already knew how to read and write and how smart and pretty she was, too. She went on to have papers sent to Central Office for awards about four years in a row in grammar school. It’s so amazing what a little encouragement can do for a person.
The essence of romantic love and true prosperity became so vivid through her childhood perceptions. A mental picture of a perfect place where people could and should achieve the desires of their hearts was forever planted in her mind. Her wonderful parents with much love and determination set out to protect her from harm. Unaware of the many harmful effects of the anti-civilization, they were taught to suppress and repress her ambitions. Growing up there were many rules of discipline that were strictly enforced. This gave her more potential for becoming a great leader. However, as ideas became value creations, they were shot down. Shot down by the “you cannot,” “you could not,” and, “you should not.” When by chance and/or hard work, all obstacles to these not adverbs were overcome, the ever powerful “you will not,” was sure to prevail. For there was a grave untruth being passed down for many generations causing the minds of men, women, and children to stagnate. She calls this the god of false humility. Many years passed before this false god could be broken down from the high places of her spirit. Being brought up and taught from the Holy Bible, there was a sharp contrast between the humility and the power of Messiah. The ministry of Jesus taught us that God is love. How important it is for us to love one our fellow man. Along with that was added a powerful concept of becoming self leaders. We reached a new level of consciousness in which individuals become responsible for their own thoughts, actions, and decisions. The desires of our hearts are given wings and become beautiful butterflies. We call this place today Ne@think. Everyone is invited. How do we get there? We look within ourselves to find the innocent child. Only then we are able to see clearly. We must weed out the false truths that clutter the garden of our minds. Adjusting the scope of the integrity of our knowledge propels us forward to the place values are created and enjoyed. The powerful essence of value creation is infinite. Happiness, prosperity, and romantic love are found in value creation. Hate and harm are the direct results of mysticism and false gods. Let us move forward into the realm of our true destiny. The ‘Civilization of the Universe.’ What a powerful essence and honor it is to be included in this journey to the C of U.