Go Ahead, Make My Day

Funny thing is I don't really know what that quote is from.

Anyway, it is super nice when after feeling estranged, somewhat confused,

Weird, not the same kind of funny as everyone else,

And after feeling like this is the loop (traces a loop with her finger)

And this is me (points to a dot far outside that loop)

It is super nice to have someone like my good friend Rodo ask,

"Why aren't you here in Houston?

Why aren't I in Hawaii?

I really need to meet more people like you."

Makes me feel like I am not so strange, and that to some people

I'm seen as something like the cream of the crop.

Love that.  Good thing I have Rodo.

He made my day.

Waiting...

Lately I feel a weight on my chest.

Like my body is being pushed up against some kind of invisible plane.

Like I can't fully breathe, and the air I take in is stale, and recycled.

Like there is not enough oxygen getting to my brain.

Like a silent rage is building behind my eyes.

But all power is ceded to my situation.

And all will improve if I close my eyes,

Accept,

And wait. 

Two Great Men

This summer, I met a man. He took care of me and others.  He loved to have fun with us, but more than anything he simply loved us. He spent time on us, he spent money on us.  He was happy.  He knew the ugliness in the world.  He knew, but he would just keep smiling.  I got some time to talk to him.  It was late, he had been busy, his stomach was growling, but he was still smiling. 

Today, I met another man.  Outside his office stood roughly fifteen young people.  Half of them needed to see him.  None of them had to get lucky, time was found for all.  Even more called.  The secretaries, unaware of these appointments, booked more for the same times.  He worked around it.  He worked around church, ward council, temple council, and still met with more after a fireside.  He will meet with more tomorrow.

I got my time with him.  I had met him once, but he remembered my face, and remembered my name.  His eyes were tired.  He gave me a hug.  I could tell he was happy.  He made me feel happy. 

Must I mention how blessed I feel to have these great men in my life?  They must be worked to their wits end with a seemingly endless list of things to do.  But nothing is more worth it to them than to sit down and talk with someone like me.  Their wisdom and their love for me and others is truly amazing. 

In my mind, there is a difference between a good man and a great man.  These men are truly great.  I feel like they love me the way Christ loves me.  And I know that is because they always keep Him in their hearts. 

Third Eye Blind

What if life was simply the time we had to weave ourselves into one eternal existence, so as a collective human soul we all had the capacity to reach some ecstatic end?  What if there was a sweet and succulent Fruit which each person endlessly longed for?  What if, with every thought one had, every word one uttered, and every interaction with another soul, this fruit reflected brightly in a still and focused eye?  What if this focus was so sharp that earthly appetites were dissolved, mood was merely conceptual, and anything perceived was done so by an augmented reason able to transcend and retranslate the earthly?

I'm sure we would all be a lot more calm.  We would have less to worry about, less to get angry over, less to get offended by.

The third eye is "the gate that leads within to inner realms and spaces of higher consciousness".  It is the capacity to see who we really are: spirits with a potential for godliness, and see what we are really surrounded with: God and eternity.  It is the ability to see the end; the glorious Fruit: eternal life. 

Some of us, you could say, have been sleepwalking.  We are unaware; third eye blind.  I know I have been so for a long time, and have engaged in a constant struggle to raise an eyelid weary from a lifetime of sleep, and to raise a soul from a lifetime submerged in dreams.

New Blog

So I changed my blog.

This has taken me hours and hours.  I am so blog in-adept.

I just want people to experience blog envy when they look at my page.  Perhaps that is a bit prideful.  In anycase, I am way too picky.

This blog will most likely change tomorrow.