<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374</id><updated>2011-10-04T16:12:02.879-04:00</updated><category term='An Introduction'/><category term='Chapter 2 Ms. Daniels and the Factory'/><category term='Chapter 1 A World of Black and White'/><title type='text'>LB Cigar Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-4701803263227641008</id><published>2011-08-12T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T11:17:13.494-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 2 Ms. Daniels and the Factory'/><title type='text'>Cigar Becomes Ashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnlwmYA5XjE/TkVDpAnwYOI/AAAAAAAAC7s/FKQKV8h8ER8/s1600/Ashes1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="381" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnlwmYA5XjE/TkVDpAnwYOI/AAAAAAAAC7s/FKQKV8h8ER8/s400/Ashes1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are people that really want to give up smoking. It can be done. Nothing is impossible. It is not impossible that land is held back from the sea. The one above has a mighty hand, and he can use you to do impossible things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Daniels studied and wondered about Cigar the man. She really did not know what he was made of, but she knew that he was not human. Ms. Daniels believed that he was nothing but the junk that he made. She believed that he could be turned into ashes because he was like the tobacco that he used for a smoke. Ms. Daniels wanted to capture him and lock him up. Her father had made a machine to destroy him before he had passed away. He never got a chance to try the machine on Cigar because he was also killed by Cigar. His name was Mark Daniels. He was a scientist. Mark knew that Cigar was not human, that he was very strong, but really had no power at all. Ms. Daniels studied her father’s notes and instructions on how to use the machine. The machine was a big furnace ten times hotter than Cigar. Ms. Daniels knew that Cigar was a demon of smoke and fire, but there was a smoke and fire worst than he. Her father knew the same thing because he studied his Bible and read about the lake of fire in Revelation. Mark Daniels knew that there was a fire for demons and that was how he came up with the idea of his machine. Ms. Daniels wanted to destroy Cigar for killing her husband, father, and grandfather. It was not only for that reason, but he was killing others too. He was killing others just like the cigars that he made and smoked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Daniels began to wonder how she was going to get Cigar into her machine. She knew he was an evil business man, and she knew that Cigar was sending spies to her factory. Ms. Daniels had the machine hid away in the factory in an isolated room, and she talked with Jim. He was the man that was a spy for Cigar and the man that had the right crushed foot. Ms. Daniels told Jim to go out and get Cigar and to bring him into the factory. She also had a talk with the rest of her employees after that. Jane was another spy and employee in the factory, but she happened to be out sick that day. She did not come to work. Everything was going just right, but Little Benny did not want any part of Ms. Daniels plan. He knew that it could be dangerous. She knew Little Benny was tensed up and nervous, and she had a talk with him alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny said, “No machine can hold him!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Daniels replied, “I’ve got to try.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny said, “I do not want to be seen by Cigar.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Daniels put a baseball cap on Little Benny’s head and a pair of eye glasses on his eyes. “Stay with me Benny. Don’t leave.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny got a giant box of cigars and put it into the machine. “Let’s test the machine, and let me see what it will do.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ms. Daniels tested the machine and the cigars turned into little dust particles until there was not one speck of dust to be seen. “That’s how Cigar is going to be,” said Ms. Daniels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” said Benny, “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try, but Cigar is not only flesh. He is spirit. His spirit may not die.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Daniels said, “But he will be weak if he doesn’t die. It will take at least 3 days before he can gain his strength back, and he will find another body.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wouldn’t bother him,” said Benny, “Not unless you are going to keep him in the machine forever.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cigar Comes to the Factory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim brought Cigar to the factory not knowing the whole truth. He told Cigar that Ms. Daniels wanted to meet him and to do business with him. Cigar jumped to run greedily. Jim took Cigar to the room where the machine was when they got to the factory. Ms. Daniels and all of the employees were waiting as if they were having a meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Daniels said, “Thank you for coming, Cigar. I am working on an experiment. I know that you are a man that can never die or be destroyed. People are buying your cigars everywhere, but they are dying. You are a man with money and power. There are people that want to smoke your cigars and live a long life. Only you have that life to give. We need to clone a part of you to make a special ingredient. If I make a great profit from the Cigar, you will get half of the profit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigar raised his right eyebrow at Ms. Daniels. He frowned a little. He said, “You must be a very intelligent woman, but no one will live long as me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Daniels hung her head and walked to her machine. She replied, “No, but they will be healthier smokers, and they will be able to smoke without worrying about lung cancer.”&lt;br /&gt;Cigar felt that Ms. Daniels had something up her sleeve. He noticed how her eyes were fixed on the machine. Cigar knew it was a trap. He knew that Ms. Daniels wanted him destroyed, but he believed that nothing could destroy him. Therefore, Cigar went along with what Ms. Daniels was planning to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cigar Gets Into the Machine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Daniels talked Cigar into getting into the machine. When she turned it on, Cigar did not feel anything at first. He noticed that it began to feel hot, and he began to sweat. Suddenly, the skin on his face began to peel and he was beginning to feel like he was in torment. He saw himself falling apart, and he was slowly turning into ashes. Cigar began to panic and scream. Cigar became ashes all of the way, but the ashes were not being destroyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-4701803263227641008?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/4701803263227641008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2011/08/cigar-becomes-ashes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/4701803263227641008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/4701803263227641008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2011/08/cigar-becomes-ashes.html' title='Cigar Becomes Ashes'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnlwmYA5XjE/TkVDpAnwYOI/AAAAAAAAC7s/FKQKV8h8ER8/s72-c/Ashes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-71313236964044538</id><published>2011-02-08T19:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:41:14.234-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 2 Ms. Daniels and the Factory'/><title type='text'>Ms. Daniels Warning</title><content type='html'>Little Benny saw a man limping on his right foot. There was a girl that worked beside Benny named Jane that secretly worked for Cigar Keys. She told Benny that the man foot was crushed by Ms. Daniels. Little Benny did not believe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="151" src="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/-%20New%20Folder/badge3606153.JPG" width="200" /&gt;“It’s true”, said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecharact.blogspot.com/search/label/Character%20Bio"&gt;Jane&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“His name is Jim. Ms. Daniels got mad at him because he tried to sneak and sell poisonous cigars into the company made by Cigar Keys. He is a business man of the streets…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny would not let Jane finish her sentence. “I know who he is and what he is all about. I would have crushed Jim’s foot and would have thrown him out of this company.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane said, “She had a reason for not throwing Jim out. She’s keeping him and those cigars to find out more about Cigar Keys. I think he’s afraid of Ms. Daniels. She’s a very powerful woman. She can bring Jim down to nothing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Little Benny listened to Jane, he just happened to look up and saw Ms. Daniels standing upstairs looking down at everyone. Her eyes stayed fixed on Benny, and he soon dropped his head. There was something about Ms. Daniels that made him nervous too. Yet, he wanted to talk to Ms. Daniels about Cigar Keys. He was happy that he wasn’t the only one that knew about Cigar. It was the unknown about Ms. Daniels that he feared. Little Benny did not know her ways and wondered why she wanted to help him. He did not know that Ms. Daniels knew about him. Little Benny thought Ms. Daniels was too good to be true in helping him and offering him a job the way she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, in no time, Ms. Daniels called Little Benny upstairs. She took Little Benny into her office. She said to him, “Be careful talking to Jane. She’s trouble. I don’t trust her. Keep to yourself and do your work.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny wouldn’t mumble a word. He just shook his head in agreement. Little Benny could not look Ms. Waters straight in the eyes. He could since her attitude changing towards him, and he could feel her hurting. However, Ms. Daniels kept starring at Benny. She almost said something to him about looking down all of the time, but she thought that he might be shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is there anything that you would like to know?” asked Ms. Daniels.” Do you have any questions or comments?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny wanted to tell Ms. Daniels about Cigar. Something inside was telling him not to mention him right away. “No, Ms. Daniels,” said Benny. “I have nothing to ask.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then you may go back to work,” said Ms. Daniels opening the door for Benny to leave her office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Benny left Ms. Daniels office, Ms. Daniels wondered about Benny. She wanted to talk more to Benny because she knew he knew Cigar Keys. Ms. Daniels also knew that Benny was a good guy, but she wasn’t quite sure of him. She watched him a while to be sure. Ms. Daniels never trusted man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-71313236964044538?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/71313236964044538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2011/02/ms-daniels-warning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/71313236964044538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/71313236964044538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2011/02/ms-daniels-warning.html' title='Ms. Daniels Warning'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-1790246702610851931</id><published>2011-01-18T18:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:12:23.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 2 Ms. Daniels and the Factory'/><title type='text'>Benny at the Factory</title><content type='html'>The next morning, Ms. Daniels was waiting for Little Benny to arrive. She thought about the wrong she had done. Ms. Daniels paid Benny's boss to lay him off so that he could be her employee. She was going to pay Little Benny big bucks. Ms. Daniels heard about &lt;a href="http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-bennys-hypnosis-rumor.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Little Benny's&amp;nbsp;hypnosis rumor.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;She knew Cigar which was the man that Little Benny kept thinking he was seeing. That is why Ms. Daniels wanted to be close to Benny. Cigar had killed her husband and her grandfather had died from smoking Cigar's poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Daniels made a special electronic cigar inhaler with liquid medication for the lungs after her grandfather's death. She wanted to make a cure for lung cancer. It was an experiment that worked for some people that were not in a bad stage of lung cancer. That is how Ms. Daniels became rich and was able to build a factory to make more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Little Benny arrived and was in Ms. Daniels's office. She told him what the job was all about and knew Little Benny would be interested. Ms. Daniels knew that Little Benny had been a &amp;nbsp;cigar smoker. Little Benny gladly shook hands with Ms. Daniels and took the job he was offered. After a couple of weeks, Ms. Daniels's attitude changed towards Benny, and he began to see some things that did not seem right in Ms. Daniels's factory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-1790246702610851931?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/1790246702610851931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2011/01/benny-at-factory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/1790246702610851931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/1790246702610851931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2011/01/benny-at-factory.html' title='Benny at the Factory'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-5465930980694702367</id><published>2011-01-07T20:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:08:43.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 2 Ms. Daniels and the Factory'/><title type='text'>Ms. Daniels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TSaGVruRocI/AAAAAAAACdk/d2kJJysdCZ0/s1600/Ms.+Daniels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TSaGVruRocI/AAAAAAAACdk/d2kJJysdCZ0/s320/Ms.+Daniels.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Little Benny lost his job. He was working at an auto service. Little Benny became depressed and almost went back to smoking. It was the first day of winter and Little Benny was walking home in the cold. Someone in a red&amp;nbsp;Mercedes pulled up alongside of Little Benny.&amp;nbsp;A dark headed woman with long beautiful hair rolled down her window and asked Benny to get in. Little Benny hesitated and thought about how brave the woman was to ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you going?" asked the woman named Ms. Daniels who was in her late&amp;nbsp;thirty's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going home," said Benny. He gave Ms. Daniel directions as he was locking in his seat belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Daniels saw little Benny trembling because he was so cold. She had seen Little Benny before and heard a little bit about him. Ms. Daniels was not usually a friendly lady. However, she wanted to know Benny. When she got to his house and saw where he lived, she passed right on by it, and said, " I'll bring you back. Are you hungry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny said slowly, "Well, no.....I'm alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Daniels knew he was lying. "Let's go get some steak. I'm starving. Don't worry about paying. I will pay for us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny was nervous of Ms. Daniels. She was too nice for him. Little Benny did not meet people like Ms. Daniels everyday. He was use to paying for his own meals, driving his own car, and looking out for himself. Little Benny thought, "This woman has got to want something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Daniels was curious and wondered why Little Benny was walking in the cold. She asked, "Are you getting warm yet? What are you doing walking in this cold weather?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny began to drop his head and answered sadly and said, "I just wanted to get a little exercise. I don't live that far from my job. I got laid off today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Daniels would not say any more to Little Benny until she got to a steakhouse to sit down to eat with him. When they were through eating, she drove him back to his house and she asked, "So you got laid off today, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny just looked out of the window. He felt that Ms. Daniels was a rich woman, and he felt embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's alright, Little Benny. Would you like to work for me?" asked Ms. Daniels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny asked, "What kind of work is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Daniel replied, "I work in a special factory." Ms. Daniels handed Little Benny her address to the factory and told him to meet her 8:00 in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-5465930980694702367?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/5465930980694702367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-benny-lost-his-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/5465930980694702367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/5465930980694702367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-benny-lost-his-job.html' title='Ms. Daniels'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TSaGVruRocI/AAAAAAAACdk/d2kJJysdCZ0/s72-c/Ms.+Daniels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-7833408231380874280</id><published>2010-01-08T17:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:27:00.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 A World of Black and White'/><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0ew-fmDUwI/AAAAAAAABp4/buaNWmckcgk/s1600-h/Freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424498863870530306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0ew-fmDUwI/AAAAAAAABp4/buaNWmckcgk/s400/Freedom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny kept on fighting and kept on fighting. He did not give up in life, and he knew he was free in Christ. His world would sometimes seem dim, but the Lord would brighten it up again. Sometimes Little Benny would tell the Lord how tired he was, but the Lord would tell him to keep going. He could not see his bright future, but he knew that God had something in store for him. Little Benny continued on in his tasks that the Lord had for him to do. He had to be led and guided by the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Benny had stayed locked away from the world for several months, he felt something move him to build a church hide out for lost children. He did not worry about the children coming to him, and he did not go to the children. Little Benny knew that he would be sent. He did not know how he was going to build the church, and an old friend that took care of him when he was a child was put into his memory. His friend was like a brother and a great carpenter. Little Benny knew that he was being prepared to save lost children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny knew that he would make new friends along the way. He knew that there would still be temptations, suffering, and strife. Benny knew that there would be some things that he would not want to face. Through it all, he knew that he would have God on his side to lead and guide him. Little Benny was free from trying to get through life all by himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-7833408231380874280?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/7833408231380874280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2010/01/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/7833408231380874280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/7833408231380874280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2010/01/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0ew-fmDUwI/AAAAAAAABp4/buaNWmckcgk/s72-c/Freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-242634568044755289</id><published>2010-01-08T16:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:01:15.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 A World of Black and White'/><title type='text'>Spending Time With God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0epvLkM3oI/AAAAAAAABpY/UXNlJpHfPJk/s1600-h/BIBLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424490904214625922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0epvLkM3oI/AAAAAAAABpY/UXNlJpHfPJk/s400/BIBLE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny began to open his Bible more and more. His world was growing dim. Cigar was the devil, and he knew that the Bible was making Benny stronger. Sometimes Little Benny cold see Cigar sitting in a dark corner starring at him and trying to figure him out. He kept right on reading his Bible and studying and ignoring Cigar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0eqACQqzOI/AAAAAAAABpg/PR3mL1xr158/s1600-h/prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0eqZkOFZ_I/AAAAAAAABpo/hfWbxueswTU/s1600-h/LB%2520Prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 395px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424491632387254258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0eqZkOFZ_I/AAAAAAAABpo/hfWbxueswTU/s400/LB%2520Prayer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Little Benny was through reading and studying, he began to pray silently. He knew that God was listening and that made him have more faith. Little Benny was praying for the children of the world and families everywhere. Little Benny spent long hours in worship and in prayer. He grew in wisdom and knew just what to pray. There was color in his world again. Still, Cigar had to do his job tempting Benny. Little Benny still had to do his job rebuking him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0eq3saZSNI/AAAAAAAABpw/ztaLjEEVKSo/s1600-h/satan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424492149982447826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0eq3saZSNI/AAAAAAAABpw/ztaLjEEVKSo/s400/satan2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-242634568044755289?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/242634568044755289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2010/01/spending-time-with-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/242634568044755289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/242634568044755289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2010/01/spending-time-with-god.html' title='Spending Time With God'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0epvLkM3oI/AAAAAAAABpY/UXNlJpHfPJk/s72-c/BIBLE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-6585081844061277044</id><published>2010-01-08T16:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:29:24.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 A World of Black and White'/><title type='text'>The Hypnosis Rumor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0eiR8_xzYI/AAAAAAAABpI/bBNWPMjUwaU/s1600-h/Benny+journal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424482705506160002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0eiR8_xzYI/AAAAAAAABpI/bBNWPMjUwaU/s400/Benny+journal2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigar decided he would leave Little Benny’s mind alone and visit his eyesight. He appeared to Benny and became real. Little Benny saw that Cigar was going to take over in the real world. He could see things that nobody else could see. When the rest of the world did see, they did not know that they were being visited by an evil spirit. Cigar appeared to the world as a regular man. His biggest aim was children and teenagers because he knew that he could fool them easily. Cigar knew that they were looking for something and someone to follow. He knew that they were bored in life, unhappy, and looking for something to get involved in. He aimed at the weak children of the world and used them to tear down the strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny tried to warn everyone about Cigar. He knew that children were disappearing because of Cigar. The strong and good children that had not been taken by Cigar, but they became depressed and unhappy at home. Their parents began to notice a change in their children, but they were too busy working in the world of work most of the time working long hours. It was getting hard for them to communicate with their children because they had not really been communicating for so long. The children were under peer pressure and in school. They were falling in their grades, and had too much homework. Test and exams were very difficult to past. Cigar used all of those things to bring the good children down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that no one in the world understood but Little Benny. He knew what was happening to the good children when the children had no explanation for it. Little Benny tried talking to them and told them that it was evil trying to intrude into their lives. However, the kind of talk that Little Benny had with the children was too hard for them to accept, and their parents began to notice Benny. Although Benny tried to help, things began to turn for the worst for Benny. Rumors began to spread that Benny was a crazy man. They learned about the smoking addiction that he had because he told his own story to help someone else. People believed that Benny was in a deep state of hypnosis and was controlled by it in his subconscious. Doctors believed that Benny entered into a deep and relaxed state of hypnosis where he is awake and aware of everything that goes on around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0ejeLLmBPI/AAAAAAAABpQ/LChQYxBVsEU/s1600-h/Disgusted2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424484014983873778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0ejeLLmBPI/AAAAAAAABpQ/LChQYxBVsEU/s400/Disgusted2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rumor, Little Benny shut out the rest of the world. He stayed home to lay low and remained quite. He remembered what the Bible said about how we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities (Ephesians 6:12).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-6585081844061277044?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/6585081844061277044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2010/01/hypnosis-rumor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/6585081844061277044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/6585081844061277044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2010/01/hypnosis-rumor.html' title='The Hypnosis Rumor'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0eiR8_xzYI/AAAAAAAABpI/bBNWPMjUwaU/s72-c/Benny+journal2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-7339704369611960790</id><published>2010-01-08T15:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:53:09.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 A World of Black and White'/><title type='text'>Keeping Color from Benny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0ea43Na_pI/AAAAAAAABo4/VEZcUAKxnlU/s1600-h/Cigar+Smoke+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424474577874648722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0ea43Na_pI/AAAAAAAABo4/VEZcUAKxnlU/s400/Cigar+Smoke+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigar the evil smoke spirit saw color coming into Little Benny’s life. Cigar tried to keep his world all smoked up and black and dark. He did not want Little Benny to see the light and what was right. Cigar tried to work on Little Benny’s mind. With Cigar on his mind, Benny could not see positive. Sometimes Little Benny could not rest and think clearly. He kept on having bad dreams. It was hard for Cigar to work on Little Benny’s mind when he was awake, because Benny prayed so much and read the good book. It was hard for Cigar to interfere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Benny’s world seemed black and white, Cigar noticed that he was becoming more and more real. So he felt that he had to become real too. When Benny matured and became wise in the Lord, Cigar felt that he needed to mature and become wise in evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny had aged some smoking his cigar. The wrinkles in his face began to decease as he stopped smoking. The yellow stains from smoking on his teeth began to disappear. His lungs were feeling much better. More women began to take notice of Benny, and they also tried to tempt him into their bedrooms. All of Little Benny’s friends became more jealous of him. He began to see how his friends were bringing him down buying him cigars and beers. Little Benny saw his health going down until he found real life in Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0ebFMQeqsI/AAAAAAAABpA/AeVHtpWP65A/s1600-h/face+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424474789683047106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0ebFMQeqsI/AAAAAAAABpA/AeVHtpWP65A/s400/face+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-7339704369611960790?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/7339704369611960790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2010/01/keeping-color-from-benny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/7339704369611960790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/7339704369611960790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2010/01/keeping-color-from-benny.html' title='Keeping Color from Benny'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0ea43Na_pI/AAAAAAAABo4/VEZcUAKxnlU/s72-c/Cigar+Smoke+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-2761802996542722413</id><published>2010-01-08T15:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:33:21.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Benny Tempted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0eVYwUkngI/AAAAAAAABog/x34Bg7imljY/s1600-h/cigar+closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424468528711638530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0eVYwUkngI/AAAAAAAABog/x34Bg7imljY/s400/cigar+closeup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Benny was tempted a number of times after he stopped smoking. The evil spirit of smoke entered into Benny’s friends to tempt him. They said to him, “Come on Benny. Smoke a cigar. Nobody lives forever.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny ignored all of the things his friends said to him. He thought long and hard about how the devil tempted Eve in the Bible. Little Benny thought, “I’m going through the same temptation.” Little Benny could see his friends making fun of him and he recognized the spirit that was in them. Then he remembered how Satan tempted Jesus (Matthew 4:11). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0eWKwcfIMI/AAAAAAAABow/StapmavRWno/s1600-h/Cigar%2520Air%25202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424469387738292418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0eWKwcfIMI/AAAAAAAABow/StapmavRWno/s400/Cigar%2520Air%25202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the smell of cigars made Little Benny want to go back to smoking. His friends would blow smoke in his face, and he knew he had to get away from them. Little Benny’s friends saw that he did not desire to hang around them anymore. They began to call him names and say that he was anti-social. Little Benny did not want to loose his friends, but he did not want to loose his life. He chose to do what was right, and he knew his friends were not his friends. Benny knew that they did not care. So when Little Benny gave up his friends, that was a second battle that he had won, but another one took its place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-2761802996542722413?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/2761802996542722413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-benny-tempted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/2761802996542722413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/2761802996542722413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-benny-tempted.html' title='Little Benny Tempted'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0eVYwUkngI/AAAAAAAABog/x34Bg7imljY/s72-c/cigar+closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-3792876272681506164</id><published>2010-01-08T14:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:34:13.641-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 A World of Black and White'/><title type='text'>Little Benny Overcomes His Addiction Completely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0eOfRyS_EI/AAAAAAAABoY/tkrKLMUgUjE/s1600-h/Big+Cigar+Head.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424460944192502850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0eOfRyS_EI/AAAAAAAABoY/tkrKLMUgUjE/s400/Big+Cigar+Head.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny finally overcame his smoking addiction completely. He overcame with the help of God. Little Benny did a lot of praying, and he even read his Bible to keep his mind away from smoking cigars. That is how his mind and determination became strong. Little Benny was no longer a prisoner of his smoking addiction. That is one big battle that he had won, but another battle took its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Little Benny put out his last cigar, the death spirit was upset. One night while Little Benny was asleep, the spirit paid his mind a visit to enter into his dreams. The spirit appeared to Benny as a giant cigar head with eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. It was lying on a cigar box. The evil spirit said to him, “You think I’m dead, Fred, but I‘m not. I’m just down because I’m out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny saw himself smiling at him. Benny was seeing his own spirit. He saw his spirit take the cigar label from around the big cigar man’s head. Little Benny’s spirit laid the label across his shoulder as if it were a belt that he had won in a wrestling match. His spirit said to him, “You’re a winner, Benny.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-3792876272681506164?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/3792876272681506164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-benny-overcomes-his-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/3792876272681506164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/3792876272681506164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-benny-overcomes-his-addiction.html' title='Little Benny Overcomes His Addiction Completely'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0eOfRyS_EI/AAAAAAAABoY/tkrKLMUgUjE/s72-c/Big+Cigar+Head.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-6499479547064052913</id><published>2010-01-06T20:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:08:30.129-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 A World of Black and White'/><title type='text'>Trying to Get Over the Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0UzOsx8yOI/AAAAAAAABoQ/pl2Uu5ccagg/s1600-h/LB%2520smoking2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423797653869480162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0UzOsx8yOI/AAAAAAAABoQ/pl2Uu5ccagg/s400/LB%2520smoking2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny still desired to smoke. It was not a complete stop. He had an addiction to overcome. Sometimes instead of smoking his cigars, he would chew them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-6499479547064052913?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/6499479547064052913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2010/01/trying-to-get-over-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/6499479547064052913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/6499479547064052913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2010/01/trying-to-get-over-addiction.html' title='Trying to Get Over the Addiction'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0UzOsx8yOI/AAAAAAAABoQ/pl2Uu5ccagg/s72-c/LB%2520smoking2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-2758288907545059120</id><published>2009-12-19T22:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:02:01.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 A World of Black and White'/><title type='text'>Little Benny Gives up on Drinking and Smoking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/Sy2Y8diMLuI/AAAAAAAABlI/Ok81CvH3DXA/s1600-h/Green-0%2520twoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417154091284180706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/Sy2Y8diMLuI/AAAAAAAABlI/Ok81CvH3DXA/s400/Green-0%2520twoa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Little Benny made up his mind to give up drinking and smoking, some color began to come into his life in the strips and frames that he lived in. His cigar was a monster in his bad dreams because he smoked so much. Little Benny loved smoking cigars more than he loved drinking. So the cigar was his biggest nightmare. Well, Little Benny’s cigar left his dreams because he quit smoking. When his drinking and smoking stopped, he began to think better, and his dreams became good dreams. His sixth sense grew stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-2758288907545059120?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/2758288907545059120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-benny-give-up-on-drinking-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/2758288907545059120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/2758288907545059120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-benny-give-up-on-drinking-and.html' title='Little Benny Gives up on Drinking and Smoking'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/Sy2Y8diMLuI/AAAAAAAABlI/Ok81CvH3DXA/s72-c/Green-0%2520twoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-4320095294992583592</id><published>2009-12-14T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:19:48.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 A World of Black and White'/><title type='text'>Old Man Crucified</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SybweC7yaUI/AAAAAAAABkc/R7nmJz2MNVA/s1600-h/old+man+crucified.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 590px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 449px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415280000933980482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SybweC7yaUI/AAAAAAAABkc/R7nmJz2MNVA/s400/old+man+crucified.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Benny did not want to smoke cigars anymore because he knew it was harmful to his body. He gave his heart to the Lord and became a Christian. Little Benny did not quit smoking over night. With the help of the Lord, he stopped smoking. Little Benny was no longer enslaved to sin and cigars. His old sinful self was crucified with Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-4320095294992583592?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/4320095294992583592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2009/12/old-man-crucified.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/4320095294992583592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/4320095294992583592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2009/12/old-man-crucified.html' title='Old Man Crucified'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SybweC7yaUI/AAAAAAAABkc/R7nmJz2MNVA/s72-c/old+man+crucified.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-3605263047176426336</id><published>2009-12-13T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:21:21.869-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 A World of Black and White'/><title type='text'>Tired of Being Controlled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SyU9ht3ZGWI/AAAAAAAABkU/BmGcRt8lG7Y/s1600-h/puppet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 335px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414801776439794018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SyU9ht3ZGWI/AAAAAAAABkU/BmGcRt8lG7Y/s400/puppet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Benny was tired of being controlled by his cigar. He wanted to quit, but his addiction would not let him quit. He could spiritually see in his mind that the cigar was making fun of him. Spiritually, Benny's cigar was human to his mind. He thought, "I have smoked too many of them."  Little Benny smoked about 3 cigars a day. He smoked one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one at night. Little Benny tried to smoke 2 a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-3605263047176426336?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/3605263047176426336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2009/12/tired-of-being-controlled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/3605263047176426336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/3605263047176426336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2009/12/tired-of-being-controlled.html' title='Tired of Being Controlled'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SyU9ht3ZGWI/AAAAAAAABkU/BmGcRt8lG7Y/s72-c/puppet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-6682835559040204311</id><published>2009-12-05T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:39:07.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 A World of Black and White'/><title type='text'>Little Benny Getting Tired of the Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SxqmxhY9bTI/AAAAAAAABiY/Hxs7fdFCX8E/s1600-h/LB2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411821271945932082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SxqmxhY9bTI/AAAAAAAABiY/Hxs7fdFCX8E/s400/LB2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/Sxqm4gFXC6I/AAAAAAAABig/IYKbHafbfe4/s1600-h/steer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411821391854373794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/Sxqm4gFXC6I/AAAAAAAABig/IYKbHafbfe4/s400/steer2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Benny one day decided that he did not want to drink anymore. As he woke up after a long nap, he saw his empty beer bottle broken to pieces on the floor. Benny looked into the mirror again and saw that he was getting a beer gut, and he was starting not to be as popular as he was with the women. He was starting to gain weight. Benny said, "I'm tired of this." He was willing to stop drinking. However, he still was not ready to let go of his cigar. His heart wanted to, but he was already addicted. Somehow, he was willing to let go of the beer. It was not an addiction like his cigar, and he did not drink but every now and then. He loved his cigar most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-6682835559040204311?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/6682835559040204311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-benny-getting-tired-of-beer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/6682835559040204311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/6682835559040204311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-benny-getting-tired-of-beer.html' title='Little Benny Getting Tired of the Beer'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SxqmxhY9bTI/AAAAAAAABiY/Hxs7fdFCX8E/s72-c/LB2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-6454860474108718303</id><published>2009-11-29T10:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:33:44.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 A World of Black and White'/><title type='text'>Cigar and Beer Controlling the Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SxKP1fQrg7I/AAAAAAAABhw/ioa_1d4iC8A/s1600/beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 335px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409544251512685490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SxKP1fQrg7I/AAAAAAAABhw/ioa_1d4iC8A/s400/beer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes Little Benny would have a bottle of beer with his cigar. The beer made him do things that he would not normally do. It was affecting his brain and the Cigar was affecting his brain. The little fairy demons danced around his head and mocked him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SxKPDdMSHWI/AAAAAAAABhg/BMv112xUnsw/s1600/frying+Brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409543391963913570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SxKPDdMSHWI/AAAAAAAABhg/BMv112xUnsw/s400/frying+Brain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;© 2005-2009 Gail Nobles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-6454860474108718303?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/6454860474108718303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2009/11/cigar-and-beer-controling-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/6454860474108718303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/6454860474108718303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2009/11/cigar-and-beer-controling-mind.html' title='Cigar and Beer Controlling the Mind'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SxKP1fQrg7I/AAAAAAAABhw/ioa_1d4iC8A/s72-c/beer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-8756194968062213435</id><published>2009-11-27T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:21:02.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 A World of Black and White'/><title type='text'>The Conscious of Benny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SxAvQjxiZJI/AAAAAAAABgM/_8DrAg0RS-c/s1600/Wall%25202a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408875113999393938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SxAvQjxiZJI/AAAAAAAABgM/_8DrAg0RS-c/s400/Wall%25202a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny loved to drink and smoke cigars. He loved smoking more than anything. Benny’s good conscious always warned him that he had better slow down and start thinking about his health. Little Benny lived in a world of black and white strips and frames. His world was unreal. Benny believed that nothing could happen to him and that belief was unreal. Little Benny did not worry about lung cancer as he played with the smoke of his cigar. He would smoke and make giant puffs of smoke in the air. Little did Benny know that there was a demon in the smoke of his cigar planning to destroy his health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SxAvqXK1REI/AAAAAAAABgU/zEPBPRfuLfE/s1600/Copy+of+Blue-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408875557292426306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SxAvqXK1REI/AAAAAAAABgU/zEPBPRfuLfE/s400/Copy+of+Blue-25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The smoke demon got into his conscious and said, “Yea, go ahead Benny. Enjoy your smoking. It will always help you to relax."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny knew that the smoke demon was lying, but he tried to look at the lie as the truth. Walking pass his mirror, Little Benny saw the wrinkles under his eyes and his teeth slowly turned yellow. He hung his head and took the big cigar out of his mouth. Little Benny thought, “I love my cigar. The smell of the smoke smells like fresh cherries.” Little Benny decided to lay his cigar down into his ashtray for a little while. He sat down in his chair and thought, “ I cannot let my cigar go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all of us, whether we know it or not, Benny was surrounded by a strong spirit world. There was good spirit around him, and there was bad. There was good and bad on the inside of him too. It seemed that he was very weak when it came to choosing the good side because he loved things that were not good for him. The bad spirit was able to control him whenever he was weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-8756194968062213435?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/8756194968062213435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2009/11/concious-of-benny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/8756194968062213435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/8756194968062213435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2009/11/concious-of-benny.html' title='The Conscious of Benny'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SxAvQjxiZJI/AAAAAAAABgM/_8DrAg0RS-c/s72-c/Wall%25202a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583314051353302374.post-3440899390709054366</id><published>2009-11-25T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T03:27:35.569-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An Introduction'/><title type='text'>An Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/Sw4FNkBJLEI/AAAAAAAABgE/es0fBFA4J6g/s1600/cigar+head+jig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408265933083454530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/Sw4FNkBJLEI/AAAAAAAABgE/es0fBFA4J6g/s400/cigar+head+jig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many times must I tell the story of Little Benny and his cigar. There are many stories, and it seems there is no end. How many times will you hear the words " don't smoke" before people will stop smoking. It's never ending too. Smoking is a destructive end, and it can lead to cancer. Then there are some that grow old smoking, and it doesn't seem to bother them. It's not for everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are friends that I know of that smoke cigarettes. Only one of them have died so far from cancer. I thank God for his mercy, and for keeping the rest of them alive. The rest of them have tried so hard to stop smoking. It seems that worry and stress always make them go back. That's another part of destruction and the Devil's plan. He wants to keep you down. If smoking doesn't kill you, worry and stress will. They can work together hand in hand. Smoking, worry, and stress is all about destroying you and your body. The devil works through these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cigar is like the devil in Little Benny's life. He just likes to fog up his world with smoke. Little Benny won one battle by giving up cigar smoking, but the devil remained. Little Benny had to fight even harder. He never gave up. Little Benny will not let the devil get the best of him. So when you are fighting to stop smoking, remember Little Benny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6583314051353302374-3440899390709054366?l=lbcigartales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/feeds/3440899390709054366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2009/11/introduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/3440899390709054366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6583314051353302374/posts/default/3440899390709054366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lbcigartales.blogspot.com/2009/11/introduction.html' title='An Introduction'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/Sw4FNkBJLEI/AAAAAAAABgE/es0fBFA4J6g/s72-c/cigar+head+jig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
