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Remaining pups 9/10/2004

Rick Gresham

My beginnings were in Marshal County, MS at the Health Clinic located in Holly Springs. The date was November 13, 1953...and if you pay attention to my lyrics I'm sure you guessed it happened to be on a Friday. Now I realize superstition is supposed to be for the weak-minded, but in my case there might be something to it. To recall the histrionics of my mother I was a precocious little fellow who came too early and from the start never quite lived up to her expectations.

My father was a good man who came from a large family. He was the middle child of five kids with two brothers and two sisters. His mother passed away when he was six and my grandfather,(who I never got to know) passed away 9 months after I was borne. God called Dad home on the 10th of September 2001 just a day before the 9/11/2001 tragedy. R.I.P. 1925-2001

My Mother came from a hard working railroad man, who I do remember.The shock white hair and the six foot two inch stature made him quite the Grandfather to look up to. My Grandmother was a quiet simple woman with harsh, strict ways that kids were to be seen and not heard. Mother had two brothers that were self taught mechanics. Mom has always held the goal I have never achieved, that being her approval of just one thing I ever did. If it isn't my haircut its my weight but the lady has a way of keeping my demeanor negative. In my waining years of life I have decided to ignore her and try new avenues of expression.

The earliest story I remember my mom telling of my exploits as a child involved me setting the bathroom trashcan on fire while I played with burnt out matchsticks left in the can by the gas space wall heater. OK so I'm first a pyro at three! Then after we moved to Oxford, MS when I was four I went out the window and ran around on the roof and scared her out of her mind. Hey we didn't have air-conditioning back then so I was just cooling out! Ha-Ha! On top of it all we hadn't purchased my favorite piece of electrical equipment (TV) yet and the radio was my only friend. Did I fail to mention I was an only child? I remember at age five being in my Grandmothers room playing and somehow wound up getting into her purse, I took a twenty dollar bill out and put it in my pocket. This proved to be the start of my downward spiral, because I was caught almost immediately. I never from that day forward have been trusted by my family. There was no forgiveness in my dysfunctional upbringing...I was the BLACK SHEEP.

As of today I have been diagnosed with bi-polar disorder, have C.O.P.D. ; type II diabetes, and after the city-wide loss of electricity in the storm of summer 2003 I have a stint in my chest from a heartattack. (Brought on by my mothers refusal to go to a motel to escape the 95+ degree nights we had that week.)

OK on to why this site is entertaining you now.

Story Behind My Music

Being an only child I have been a master at manipulating attention toward myself because it's my personal opinion no one should be alone and unnoticed. My musical journey started at seven years old by having to live my Mother's dream out for her because she was too set in her ways at that time to attempt to learn herself. So our Church had a pianist that was an attractive teenaged girl and Mom set the plan in action, I was to take piano lessons. Now mind you I had nothing against learning music it's just I wasn't asked which instrument I wanted to learn. Furthermore I really had a crush on Carolyn and used to ask her to marry me when I got old enough. This was a boost to her ego undoubtably but she managed to find wedded bliss quicker than I could age. Fella's you know how a seven year old boy thinks when hes informed that he will be learning piano? Yeeachhh! Thats so sissy! To make a long story short I wasn't whole-heartedly into this plot to culturally enrich my youth. I managed to get through two years before I convinced my Mother I just couldn't get the hang of site reading music. The (language) of music was just GREEK to me. It was like trying to decipher heiroglyphics.

Anyway The Beatles played electric guitars which were much more appealing to my tastes and they didn't have to have sheet music and metronomes. My plan turn this thing into an enjoyable experience.

My Dad happened to be an adequate guitar picker from the Eastern Mississippi sharecropper realm and heard blues and learned stuff like Jimmy Rodgers, and Hank Williams country. My Grandfather on the paternal side of the family was a Methodist minister so Gospel music was played frequently by Dad. This brings us to the next event that made a major impact on my development.

I was raised in a local Baptist church, you know the routine...every time the doors opened we were there. I was impressionable and believed what was preached in the church services I attended and wanted to let the congregation know I had been saved by age 7. After I went down to the alter that Sunday I discovered My Mothers disapproval of my wanting to demonstrate freewill. I was told I had no business doing what I did and I was too young to make this decision. Imagine my Mother after I had made my heartfelt convictions known in front of the whole church just humilliating me with ridicule and shaming me severely. I quickly developed an attitude and decided early on that the place I went to on Sunday was turning into a dog and pony show. Hypocrites...(but that was then and now after acceptance) I am of a different philosophy.

During this era of my youth I went frequently to my aunt's house to see my cousin's band, who were local guys on the cusp of the wave that had begun to roll with Booker 'T' and the MG's. Jimmy Hart (of WWF/WWE fame) was still in the Gentry's. I sat on the floor watching my cousin's band not knowing how close to the cutting edge of the day I really was, but Garry Talley was the lead guitar player. Within six months Garry had moved on to a band that hit the charts, the Boxtops. On to self taught Guitar world. I went to Messick High and got in a garage band that never gigged but covered popular songs of the time (hence my influences)and doubled as bass player on my Silvertone / Danelectro 6 string with amp in case {$ 59.95} from Sears. I also ran around with a fellow student who was keyboard player for Ace Cannon.

I found at the time that all the psychedelic Music and guitar heros were doing anything and everyting to fog thier brains so I followed a course to gain acceptance, and my music fell by the wayside. You see the higher or drunker I got the more my mind turned to mush...I don't know how those stars of the day were managing to do it . I mean maintain the music and play around with the same drugs I was doing? Just didn't compute...but I got addicted early on and for the next good thirty or so years I only lived for the next buzz...What did Don McLean say about the Day the Music Died?

Blackhole time during my first marriage. I just don't remember it too well but it did last seven years and two kids later Ka-Boom. It was over. This brought on the second big push at getting a little relief in music. I became a devoted bedroom player and spent hours on end sitting playing along with the songs on my Eight Track. Within nine months of my divorce I got remarried to my soulmate who has put up with (for the past twenty years) more than anyone should ever or would ever do.

This is the spot where I introduce you to the glue in my life, her name is Holly and I'm Proud to say we've been together for the past twenty years. God only knows where I'd be if it weren't for this rock in my life. The first song from GRESHAM'S THEORUM is dedicated to her and is titled ( I LOVE YOU ) Anyway. Holly runs Crummudgeon Kennels and is co-owner of Blaze who is our lead stud cocker. Over the four year history she has had to make the hardest sacrifices in getting our kennel to a managable size. She just hasn't met a puppy she can let go of easily...I often compare her to mother nature. She also provides the family with the same strong support to the extent of doing without so we can pursue our goals, and I appreciate and love her dearly.

During these past twenty years I have fought addiction to first alcohol and then cocaine, and today I can proudly announce I have been in remission for going on three years. Times as you could imagine have been really hard. Too much money was wasted on the wrong things to provide adequate support to the family but Holly still stayed right there believing in me. My two children by my first marriage have played havoc on this marriage but we have come through unscathed and hopefully stronger.

Brad Gresham was my first-born and being such he had my attention to the extreme but Brad found that playing my parents against me would get him most anything he desired. He was an excellent student who never cracked open a book and made straight "A's". He was to be a senior at Overton High in Memphis back in 1997-98. He took a job at a local grocery store during the summer and got his driver's licence. He was torchured by my addiction and hated me for it. He fell in love with a girl and she took him for all he made that summer and as he spiraled into depression he tryed to keep up his fantasy world of being in control. He borrowed my Mom's car to date this girl he was infatuated with, while he had the car he decided to buy parts to fix up an old truck he had bought from a neighbor. He was using Grandmother's car and he took some friends from school during lunch to Autozone to buy a battery for the truck. I'm not really sure what actually happened other than the fact He rearended a car and couldn't get in touch with any of us. The police shook him up pretty good and He went to his Uncle's house and into seclusion. I went to see him and told him it would be *OK but he just didn't want to face his Grandmother because He knew what it would be. I left him there and went to pick up Chris and Melissa from school and on my way back to the house I got flagged down by my parents who were heading towards Brad's uncles house. I was told by my Mom that Brad had just killed himself with his uncle's shotgun. I don't remember the next few minutes but the searing blinding pain I experienced was unimmaginable. I got there before the police and saw it all...I'm sorry maybe I shouldn't go back here but I feel I need to so I can finally be free of this guilty feeling I have over not reaching him when we visited just an hour before. Brad is missed. R.I.P. 1979-1997.

There are many events in my life you will hear of in the music, which only as of late started being penned. There may be a limited run of this present compilation of musicians but that is where you come in. Memphis has a rich history of music in rhythym and blues GRESHAM'S THEORUM is attempting to carry that forward as an outlet for people who were just intimidated by the industry and finally got the nerve up to change.

Are You Bored Yet...Are You Ready To Play Some Music?

This BIO is turning into a monster I am having difficulty reigning in, so please stand by for more of my beleigured youth pouring out from my semi-arthritic fingers. In the meanwhile I think I'll write a new song. OK that being done I'll get back to my philosophy and what I'm seeking in musicians for GRESHAM'S THEORUM. First off no one in the group is seeking superstardom we all just want a little time once and a while at selected venues to perform music we have created from the heart. We are open to all age groups and do not discriminate. Having a newfound change of heart on my personal beliefs I am also open to doing Christian Music though it is not our main genre. To date there has been only other Memphis Musicians to hear what we do and we are not professional, only desire to make good music and share it with others.

BELIEVE YOU CAN AND YOU CAN

Well all of us on a hot thirsty day have downed a Coke or Pepsi at some time right? So we are all familiar with these products. Now if I hold up a can of Coke and ask you what it that I am holding up, you would say Coke right? Why is because you can see the label and you know it is Coke. Or is it really Coke?

Well what if I behind your back completely poured out the Coke and refilled it with Pepsi. Then I hold it up. Holding up the Coke can I ask you if it Coke or Pepsi and you say Coke. I then tell you that it is not Coke, and in fact it is Pepsi. Well you would then wonder what the heck I was talking about. "Man what is wrong with you? Do you think I can't read the label? Do you think I am stupid?"

Well we all know that Coke and Pepsi come in containers. Did you know that the new age ascended masters refer to humans as "containers." Well as we all know containers can be filled with something. Our human container is called the flesh and it is filled with our soul. Man's spirit if like. So here is a question. If a man's soul leaves his body, does the flesh die. Well yes and no. If the man's spirit leaves the body and another fallen spirit enters, then it becomes like replacing a driver of a car with a new driver.

Now if I have a Coke can and I remove the Coke soft drink from it and refill it with Pepsi, is it still Coke? No it isn't. It may look like Coke on the surface, but inside it's Pepsi. Now if a host body has been taken over by a fallen spirit, is it still human? No it isn't. It may look and act human, but it is in fact a non-human. But to everyone around, all they see is the human surface and cannot see the evil entity within. This is why it is so very hard for people to accept the idea of non-humans among us. They are all around us and act so much like humans. They laugh, they cry, they lust, they function in society, but they are non-humans. This is known in the occult world as Walk-ins.

Now what if I have a can of Coke and I pour a little of it out and replace the rest with Pepsi. Is it still Coke? Well that becomes debatable. In terms of the flesh and demons sharing the flesh with man's spirit, this is known as demonic possession.

Through genetic altering, the dark forces have bred weakness into mankind to a point that the force that binds the soul to the body is very weak at best. This allows it to be severed very easily with illness and great emotional stress. At this point it is very easy to for a a fallen spirit to take over the body. This is known as picking carrots. In the world of the new age movement, many make a agreement of exchange, and then the transfer takes place. At this point the person gets a rude dose of reality when they find themselves burning in hell.

Because people only see the surface of a person, it is very hard for them to accept the fact that that person may have a Reptilian spirit within. A Reptilian spirit is different than the demons because their spirit can alter the flesh to physically take the shape of the inner spirit. This is known as shapeshifting. It is known that the spirit form of Seraphim angels are "fiery serpents." This can indicate that fallen angels also enter into to mankind to take over the the flesh permanently.

The fact is that the fallen spirit world is invading human hosts to destroy our society from within. Like maggots they are working hard to alter our society to function only around sex and witchcraft. These entities are all around us affecting our lives even on a personal level. Think of it as an invasion of the body snatchers. The spirit parasites are among us in human form and mingling with us. They can be your spouse, doctor, pastor, friend, political leader, and so on and so on. They may shake your hand with one hand while the other holds a knife.

On a personal level they can make your life hell as a Christian and a believer in Jesus Christ. They can be your boss that does his best to stress you out. They can be a husband that gets drunk and beats the wife. They can be the wife that sleeps with all the husband's friends. What is worse is that they can be a pastor of your church that slowly introduce new age concepts into your church or even homosexuality. Like vampires they can steal your energy and drain you dry until you are a stressed out nervous wreak.

Once we are broken down we communicate less with God making the situation even worse. Who wants to sit and meditate on God when one just wants to scream. They attack us on all sides. Maybe you are driving home burned out from a bad day at work when some jerk cuts you off on the road home. Then that person begins to rant and swear at you. This is a form of demonic attack that almost always is never seen for what it is. Watch and observe how perfectly timed these attacks are!

These non-humans also run corporations who put out toxic products whose sole purpose is the destroy our health and well being. School boards and local government are filled with human looking entities that want to teach and introduce your children to homosexuality and perverted sex. Their main push right now is to get the deeply satanic book called Harry Potter into all the churches and schools the best they can. These non-humans have also succeeded in getting pornography on family time TV by calling it documentaries.

Our child are being exposed to sex 24/7 through soft porn videos, magazines, rock and roll lyrics, TV commercials, and on and on. While we go to church and sing happy songs to Jesus, these non-humans are working night and day to destroy our children. Now we are seeing children as young as 10 having sex while drinking and doing drugs. So called sex education classes introduce them to all form of perverted sex. Right now sex acts with fecal matter has become very popular with the teens.

What is taking place right now is spiritual warefare which is at an all time high right now. What are the churches doing about it. Not much. In fact they are even joining up with the dark forces. More and more churches are seeing Harry Potter as a Christ like figure because he is fighting the forces of evil. Such delusion!

Now you may ask if as Christians can we be possessed or become a Walk-in host? Absolutly no! Our spirit is strong because we have the Spirit of Christ in us. He has redeemed our spirit. Our spirit is no longer dead, but made alive in Christ! "Greater is He who is in us than he who in the world."

Some find this hard to believe that this is true since they see Christians do demonic things. Well if this is true, then who says these people are really Christian? We can't see inside the container. As Christians it is foolish to pray for these beings thinking they will come to Christ since the Bible refers to them as vessels (containers) of wrath fitted for destruction Romans 9:22. Salvation is only for humans and not non-humans. So how does one tell the difference? Listen to what they say and the way they act as well as praying for deep discernment. There is a difference between doing bad things, and simply being cruel.

These beings are VERY cruel and very self-centered and only pretend to care about us while they manipulate us. Sometimes you can feel the evil off of them so much that you can almost hear the air crackle around them. I don't care how nice a person is, if you have a bad feeling about them, that is the Holy Spirit warning you. Don't be fooled by their pleasant personalities because they are very good at hiding who they really are! Some of the kindest and most wonderful people I have known in my turned out to be pure evil.

I guess we can not stop it now, be we can sure make and effort to protect our children and learn how to not be manipulated by the forces of evil. We can also learn how to recognize the non-humans around us and not give them any power over us. The most important thing of all though is that we work harder than ever on our relationship with Jesus Christ. We must force ourselves to read our Bible everyday and to at least pray once a day. Always remember that we are at war with spirits who hide behind flesh, behind flashy smiles, and smooth talk. Look beyond the flesh and you will see the spirits we have to battle with.

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