William Galloway Ice: He was called “Indian Billy” …

my 9th great grandpa ❤


Indian Billy was a kind and gentle man, often, but he had “mischievous Indian ways”, like growing a large pumpkin field and helping the neighbor children steal his own pumpkins.

William "Indian Billy" Ice William “Indian Billy” Ice

William Galloway Ice was born, the second son of Frederick Ice and Mary Galloway, on the 1st of April, in 1730. The family was living in the South Branch of the Potomac River in Patterson Creek, Hampshire County, Virginia. This area would later become part West Virginia. William was also a colorful character and the father of most of the modern day Ice families in the United States, mostly because he was the father of 17 children with three different wives.

After a year with a remarkably good crop, when William was about ten years old, Frederick Ice and several of the men from the town went to the mill. They had a long distance to…

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It’s all relative.

The sins and horrible behavior and acts accepted by people and society, while others are collectively thought to be unacceptable. Views reflected by the rich and powerful are automatically disregarded as wrong not matter how brutal or unfair or evil they may be. We have decided to live our lives in accordance with the intimidating and ‘important’ men of the world, Gods words are twisted and are only taken seriously and put to practice if they suit our current wants and needs. We ignore the beautiful and real truth, and choose only to accept the version of it that keeps us comfortable. We willingly choose to believe our own ugly lie as the ‘important truth’, and confront anyone with quick words if the validity of that truth is ever questioned. We sleep soundly every night, so sure of our lives, secretly proud of how admirably we have led our lives and how faithful we have always been to our God and ourselves. Never conflicted with doubt or burdened with any guilt. We know we did the right thing, the things that God really meant for us and knew we were actually able to accomplish. Those other laws are for the old world, not us. We can get away with much more, and sacrifice much less, but God completely accepts and understands that. We condemn and curse and belittle and judge all of those around us, but never even attempt to hold ourselves to the same requirements. We think we know and understand all there is to know about everything, and we clearly don’t. Because we allow others to mistreat and disregard the wellbeing of our less fortunate brothers and sisters, because it’s not our problem and there’s nothing we can do to stop it anyway. Better to stay well out of it and far away from the heat and the coldness of it, because we know that our souls will sting us with the pain of if we allow our minds to fully recognize what the reality of our situation actually is. And if, and/or when, our time comes to take our turn on the other side of the fence..the side that we can always rely on to stake their claim on us.. Even if it is completely unprovoked on our part.. We still eventually wind up sitting all alone on that cold, hard witness stand.. Where a fair trial is most unlikely, since the prosecution is led by human selfishness, while ego is our best shot as a public defender; because injustice acts as both judge as well as the jury. But following the trial, after the guilty verdict has hastily been reached and apathetically delivered, in the end it’s always cruelty who solely takes the life by swinging the sword, so therefore, he receives the majority of the credit and is handed all of the hypocrites blame.

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I will one day be a Queen.

In this life I will one day be a Queen. I will have everything I am willing and courageous enough to inherit. I will have always at my side, my right hand along with my left. My right hand is the one my mind counts on the most, to call forth into being and understanding the many things I feel are important to fulfilling my personal destiny. My right hand will receive most of the honor and the recognition that I shall achieve in all of my future dreams and accomplishments. But I will know the real truth of the matter, and that real truth is that my left hand deserves far more credit, appreciation and praise than my right hand ever accepted, because although my right hand was following orders and giving noticeable evidence that lead to all my acknowledgements and recognitions, my left hand was the sole provider of those messages. While my right hand was faced downward towards my pen and paper, my left hand was always and forever facing its Palm upwards towards the heavens to receive the guidance and many blessings that have been bestowed upon me because I gave up my prideful desire to accept all of the credit as purely my own. It’s easy and comforting to believe and allow others to believe that we are better than they are and that’d we’ve been given more opportunities and fortunes in life because we are favored by our creator. But we know more than we would ever admit that that is most certainly not nor ever has been the case. We were given our gifts so that we can serve and support our falling brothers and our desperate sisters. The gift we have been given is for them, not for us. As their gifts were given to them likewise, to inspire and motivate our spiritual growth when needed. I am not right, and my left hand isn’t as well. I open my whole self up to God and I trust that he will give me everything that I currently need, and he does. Always, and forever. I am blessed with a left hand to listen and a right hand to talk. And now that I’ve finally accepted my personal truth as well as our collective truth as it is and always has been, I finally and fully respect that our Father God in heaven will never fail us nor let us fall. We are a net, constantly connected, yet sometimes stretched to our limits. It’s alright to be this way, we are what he created us to be. And as long as we continue to love him and to trust in him, he will never forsake us. His hand has never Left our hand, even when we stubbornly insist that we are the only Right ones. I love you. Amen.


We are habitual creatures.

We are habitual creatures. The toughest part is distinguishing between which habits are good for our soul and which ones are destroying our lives. And then making the decision and gathering the strength and the courage to get rid of all of that negative. No matter what or how long it takes. It’s the primary key to our freedom and our destiny. And It is probably also the biggest step that we will take in our human lives. And that is terrifyingly beautiful.


“attempting” suicide.

When asked the question, have you ever attempted suicide?, I usually say no. No, but I’ve certainly thought about it. But what I really mean is, No, I’ve never put a gun to my head that I knew was loaded and pulled the trigger, hearing the click but avoiding the boom.. And I’ve never tied a rope around my neck and felt the rope break free from the ceiling as soon as I kicked the stool back.. But I have taken enough drugs to most likely overdose but not enough to guarantee it, and then just fell asleep, secretly hoping that I would never wake up, but leaving it solely up to the universe to decide. Not wanting to risk my own blood on my hands. So what exactly is “attempting suicide”? I don’t know.



My Virtual Diary

I feel exhausted and weary,
As I lay on my bed,
mind fogged and not thinking clearly,
I wait for something to happen,
That cannot be described,
But for something that illuminates my sight,

I’m lost,
void of my existence,
tried to chase my dreams,
I feel like breaking down and never getting up,
Is this what it feels like, giving up,

But I do not want this,
Pity and misery,
Where I feel unaccounted for,
And live marinating in the pool of my self loathing,

I want to create a world humongous and affluent,
To be a part of something greater,
That leaves everyone awed,
But let this start a day later,
For I am tired now,
And need some inspiration.

Pranav Drolia

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