Before we get all religious on the subject. Let me explain, I’m not the most religious person in the world, probably the least religious one you will know. However, I don’t go out of my way to hurt someone, or be evil. That said, I try to be a good human being. Whether or not I succeed is another matter entirely. That said, a few days ago I had a dream which I remember vividly but only the last part of it. I guess it was the most important part anyway.
I was in this patio of yellow tile all over the floor and walls. There was plants in pots all around. A man caught my attention. This man was very old, blue eyes silver hair. He shook my hand and said,
“I have a letter for you dear”.
To which I replied in a very Vernon Dursley way,
“Who’d be writing to me? In case you have not noticed, It’s been a month since I got anything resembling communication”.
He smiled, and was surrounded by this bright light, and I was lost in his eyes. I never seen kinder eyes in my life. He handed me the letter, it was in very old paper looked like parchment, gorgeous handwriting, and before I turned to read it, he said to me.
“He misses you, you know”.
Again, I turned and calmly said,
“Trust me no one misses me. If I did a Houdini tomorrow, it would be a long while for anyone to even notice I was no longer around.”
He smiled grabbed my hand and said, “He misses you, you silly girl, God misses you”.
I replied calmly,
“That makes two of us, I been wondering where’s He’s been all this time. So what, now I’m suppose to go to church or something? Besides, He knows where to find me, he sees all right? It’s not like I”m invisible here. I do pray you know”.
“It’s not like that at all, why don’t you read the letter huh?” He said.
So I turned to read it and it said “Dear CC Girl”. I could not read the rest, because at this moment I had the odd feeling that the man I was just talking to was God, I turn around and think to myself, “Very funny”. He looked at me winked, smiled and the next thing I know I was surrounded by white roses blooming before my eyes and floating all around me. I woke up.
I woke up, with that bit of my dream still fresh in my thoughts. I would have not written about it. Except I had the same dream for 3 nights now. The scenery is always the same. I never get to read the letter, there are things that change, but it ends the same way. Same old man. Two nights ago, besides insisting I was missed, he said, my favorite thing about you is you know people.”
Of course I wake up always the same way. Part of me thinking if I know people so well, why am I the one that gets, fooled? Answer, I allow myself to get fooled.
To clarify I’m not suicidal, never been, never will be. Life as good or bad as it can get is a gift. Enjoy it. Remember this, no one in this world can make you happy. Only you can make you happy. All others can only add to your happiness. That my friends I consider the secret of life.
Just as I began to believe that people are awesome. Some idiot picks Easter to pull a stunt only worthy of “The Twilight Zone”. No doubt people have too much idle time in their hands for idle chatter and been there, done that ideas. It was all okay until my best friend Martin was mentioned.
This morning I woke up thinking, what would Martin say? He would probably laugh about it. He was that type to see the good in the worst of situations. Me, I see the bad, before the good, much to his disappointment I’m sure. That is the type of person I am. Moral of the story, “In God I trust, all others in the foreseeable future I will background check and virus scan”., Trust like respect is not given it’s earned.
Until much later, remember there are still good people in this world. We just have to look harder than usual, when you find the good ones cherish them. For they are rare indeed.
Live long, learn and prosper!
Today, I had a London kind of day. The day was overcast, and extremely windy. I cherished the moment and for a while there I thought maybe this was a gift from someone greater than me. I know it sounds crazy; but I had a wonderful moment last night before I closed my eyes.
It’s one of those few moments were I was flooded by happy promises to myself, happy prayers or whatever you wanna call them; and for a moment there I got goose bumps, not bad goose bumps. It’s hard to explain, I felt as though God, or Martin or someone greater than myself was watching over me cheering me on, saying, “you go girl, that is your path take that direction to reach your reason for being here”. I went to sleep so very happy. I felt as though if there is a Heaven, that is what happiness would feel like for all eternity.
So now you must be wondering, how can a windy overcast day like those in London feel like a gift? Well, I live in one of those parts of the world where days like that are very rare, in fact, you can go a whole year without noticing one sometimes. I love windy overcast days as much as rain, they are among my favorite things in the whole world, right up there with Coca-Cola, and Chocolate Cake.
Maybe is the having faith, and skeptic realists can call it simply weather; but I really felt as I rarely do, that something or someone was listening and was watching over me. Like that something I used to have in my life as a child has never left, and I been so preoccupied with trying to fit in my age, that I simply ignored it. Well not anymore.
From this day forward, I will lighten my load, I will let go of the things I cannot fix. Take joy in the things that I can, and know, that there is something deep inside everyone of us to let us know the difference.
Just when we think, things could not get any worse they do. For instance, my air conditioner breaking at exactly four pm yesterday. That was many, many shades of horrible. I been there, done that three or four times. Each time though I manage to retain my sanity for a while longer the last.
This time, I called the front office and try as they did they could not get anyone here in time for my AC to get fixed. So we spent the night in another unit was an exact replica of mine. Yet no one not even my cats felt comfortable one bit. Nothing to do but read, and read I did, I got done with most of a Conan Doyle chapter. Awesome stuff. I was about to celebrate, that it had gone better. When I discovered a huge message delay on my Generation One smart phone. To make matters worse auto correct was not doing me any favors. Once I discovered what it said was not at all what I meant to say, I made it part of the conversation, like I meant to type it for a laugh. Talk about wrong thing wrong time.
It all got sorted out just hours ago though. All is right in the world. I wiped my cell back to factory settings so is just a cell phone now, but that is all I need, after all, the convenience of the apps, has proven more trouble than it’s worth.
I did do something for the first time today though, I went to church which is just down the street from me, and to my surprise I was the only person under forty there at that particular time. I caught the leg end of a service and left. Something tells me going to church is not as popular as it used to be.
I’m thinking of going again Sunday, but I gather it won’t see much difference. Other than that, I almost played chess with one of the tenants in the lobby, but it’s either the nights ill sleep or the fact the it was hotter than hell, but I was in no mood for games.
Finally the AC got fixed by maintenance turns out no professional was required and the fix took less than ten minutes. You live and learn daily. Now I know what to say next time this happens as it has happened twice it is not a matter of if, but when.
Until that happens I will enjoy the cool AC driven 74 degrees of goodness.
I seldom touch on the subject of beliefs or politics with anyone because they are usually followed by a long discussion on how my political views need work or the ever popular “you need to find Jesus”, on the latter any closer to finding him and I would be dead. Of course, some over religious people would love to disagree.
On the subject of God, I believe He exist and I find that an undeniable fact, specially in those moments when I fall apart, and I feel like train just hit me at max speed. I had one of those moments recently, and I did have some choice words for Him. Then again who doesn’t.
Life is difficult, hell if it was a cake walk we would die of boredom, I sometimes wonder what He thinks of me… before you all start thinking I need to read the bible you can forget it, that book has more contradictions than a politician. Plus is hardly in plain, no room for error English, so I take Shakespeare anytime.
As you guessed I have no religious affiliations, I just believe God exist and that sooner or later we all come back a bit wiser for the wear, and not that it would be a shock to any of you, but I don’t believe there is a Heaven or Hell, not in the biblical sense anyway, I believe we ARE in hell. We are working our way to either a blessed and happy life the next time around or just another try at it. Where else would you see, pain, suffering injustice, famine, selfishness and just general ugly. That would perfectly explain why sometimes people can destroy each other enough to make the other contemplate checking out early.
God in my eyes, does not know everything, he knows our hearts our thoughts, our wishes, our intentions and our hopes that what we say can be received well. He does not know the future though. Think about it, if he knew how vile, toxic, and evil some people were going to turn out to be I doubt He would wish them upon anyone. My guess is, He creates all of us with the highest hopes of all of us turning out great, as any parent would hope upon their kids. Of course after the age of innocence is over it is then He realizes the demon He unleashed upon this world, so all He can do is help those in the path dust it off and continue on.
It might just be nonsense but it sure explains Hitler and Osama, and other equally minded humans.
Does God like me? Hell yeah! I hardly think of Him as an entity that wants the world on their knees praying and for a lack of a better expression kissing His ass. So no, I don’t pray, I simply talk to him like I would talk to you. Only he knows why things work out the way they do in my life, and sometimes I wish He would let me in on it, or throw me a bone and make things go my way for once, but once it’s all set in done, all I can do is keep the good memories, the laughs, the best days of my life put them in the proverbial suit case that is my life and continue on in my path hoping someday that fork on the road I just passed where he went left and I went right, will become one, and we will walk side by side with our respective someones, laughing at the past times, mending the broken bridges and making new memories.