I'd be a fool to go thirsty in a flood like this.
Lunch Hour @ The Porch
I've come to love my lunch hour on my porch a lot.
I'm finding that sleep is hard to come by when on vyvance, but I'm hoping that it levels out to the point that I'm able to put myself to sleep with no issue; even before the medicine, however, I had this problem. I'm not interested in being medicated any further than I am right now
I'm planning for--that a year from now that I'm at a good enough place with myself, my spirit, my mind, and with Jesus.
Jesus Loves You;
It can be quite a trite saying, but still remains all the more true. He is a good God who pull the strings of my heart, and fills the cup of my soul. Despite my sinful nature, he loves me all the same.
He has begun to tare away at the stone and ice sheets.
Vyvance and The Morning After
Man... This stuff kept me awake all night. Not to mention that this is one of those drugs that can easily be abused.
We'll have to see how this plays out.
Victoria Beckham
This is a picture of fashion designer Victoria Beckham, as she appeared along side her business partners from the late 90's for what now seems like could have been the last time. It's not as much sad for me as these types of things were in the past. I believe that Victoria Beckham has risen above the rankings of a late 90's pop phenomenon, and into the world of the designer or--perhaps better said--the artist.
Her pieces have a theme that runs through them; at first one can see something slightly masculine [at least for such a beautiful woman to create]; then the fragrance of herbs from another world [a proud Brit she is]; and then the subtle touches of indescribable details that weave themselves together to demonstrate quality in the art as a sold good. Those details are what makes her brand unique.
The product is priced in four digits. It's as if one were to go to an art galleries open house and purchasing a blouse on display for the dinner party that would follow. I wouldn't say that I'm an absolute fan of her work, but I am a fan of her determination to express herself through design and fashion. I believe that the fashion designer differs from that of a painter or a musician because the medium is the "perception of yourself by another" ----?-----if that makes any since at all...
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Tomorrow my CD is slated for delivery.
A thought occurred that it could deliver me.
But not by the trappings of what could follow,
But the confidence that will ensue.
Cymbalta & a Renewed Subscription
One thing that love about coming to Dr. LaGrone's office is how beautiful it is inside of here. It really distracts me from the fact that I'm actually here to keep from going crazy. A lot of times when I refer to my depression as "crazy" people tend to retract, and sanitize the circumstances.
No---please let us not fool ourselves.
I've been very comforted by my technologies lately. The blue-tv-screen-light, and the light ticking of a hard drive from the late aughts. I've always kept a handheld device with me, even whenever it was just a Gameboy Color. It's nice to reach out to the digital age through my thumbs.
It brings to mind: robots would make good pets; but the truth is that robots are good pets, they are just not as complex or interactive as some might think they should be in order to be deemed Robots.
Becky is in town today; I'm excited that she gets to be here for whenever I get my record. I'm further excited about being able to share the disc with the people that I love the most first--before the campaign actually begins.
Great things are in store;
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I can see what you're doing, I'm glowing, You're moving, I'm being reeled in. It seems you did feel me, Whenever I tugged the line. What is to follow? "Requesting Permission to Land"
Posh Spice
It's really funny I think; Posh Spice was probably the least influential of the Spice Girls during their success in the late 90's, but once the Spice Girls fell off the charts, she was the one to have the most success as an individual. I think it's sad that she's retired from her role as a Spice Girl. It really seems like a sore subject whenever I hear about it in the media. Maybe one day she'll return to Spice Up Our Lives... but in the mean time, I choose to remember her like this.
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It's always nice to see H.A.L. whenever he stops by;
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The Maid & Forgiveness
I spoke with my grandmother today;
As a child I loved her.
As a teenager I became skeptical of her.
As an adult I'd grown to hate her.
Tonight as I spoke to my 80-something year old grandmother I was skeptical that she would still be in her mind long enough for me to tell her that I was sorry for the bitterness and resentment I had for her. I believe that skepticism was enough faith for me to go forward with my amends; it is quite a twist of fate.
"But, what is there to make amends for?" Of that i won't speak of; for because of it I have been tangled up on the inside for as long as I could remember.
"But, what are you sorry about, baby?" is what she said to me after I told her why I was calling. As this is not the first time that I've had a conversation like this with her, I wasn't hearing anything that I'd never heard before; however, this time I wasn't offended by her sweet ignorance.
I've come to realize that she really doesn't know why I would have any resentments towards her; she truly doesn't understand, and that it is not my place to make her realize that. The only thing I have to offer is my forgiveness, and then I can move on to the task of untangling the mess.
"I only tried to raise you up right, and you could become a good man: a God fearing man." she said to me in a typical Liberty County drawl that--since my return to the church in Patton Village--I've come to love. "And I think you turned out all right."
The Lord is a good God, and he's doing things that I never thought were possible. Also things that I would have never expected in times like these.
Tights & Ter-relle
Back in Louisiana, I grew up knowing myself in two names: tare-roll & ter-relle.
I wonder if the mispronunciation of my name over the corse of my life time has contributed to my inability to remember another person's name. Or, could it be that I just don't pay attention enough; that I'm not exactly "all-in" the communications process.
I'm wearing tights; I like them.
The revival went very well, I must say. I found myself lifting my hands, reaching for the fire that Jaime said she could feel whenever she was worshiping. The Parkinson Family has a real gift of inviting The Dove into the room.
I believe I felt The Dove there as it danced above the congregation: floating as if it were a wispy mist; or a fog that gathered in the early dawn of St. Mary Parrish, as it waits for the Sun's queue to fall.
fall it did
In the most casual of ways, the Spirit addressed us all. Glossolalia was given unto The Lord as The Parkinson's laid hands on Reverend Jackson.
I opened my mind to accept the flushing as well. Like the people of Jonestown, I was drinking to my death. The death of my body, my life, and Terrell, and to accept the life-blood of Jesus' sacrifice on Callvery.
So, last night--while Saturn was in Libra--The Aquarian Floods, that I've fore mentioned, watered the lakes and the village of Patton. But, what was most important was that the hearts and bodies of those gathered believers in that tiny church in the woods on Main Street were flooded as well.
The levee has broken; Where will you go when it floods?
Easter Sunday
The Lord rose today--some two thousand years ago. What a great thing that is. Thank you Jesus for destroying death, and saving a sinister creature like me. I hope at the end of my life--in that fearful moment called death--that you, O Savior, that you would find me in that place, and you would take me home with you.
Revival; Night Two
It's the second night of the revival, here in Patton Village. Our band didn't play much this evening, but we got to open the service which was beautiful. I love playing with these guys.
Brother Braun is speaking again; he's talking about whenever Jesus died, and how his spirit separated from his body & the presence of God. He's said that that was the greatest pain of his death experience.
He goes on to say that Jesus prayed under the underworld; this is a very controversial concept within the Christian church, but I like it.
He proclaimed deliverance to the ones who had been there since the flood.
Paradisical... I don't think that's a word.
Abraham's bosom: I would like to know more about that.
Revival; Night One
Tonight at the first night of the revival Brother Bron is speaking. He's talking about Jesus. I love to hear him speak. I've been been playing the organ for the church. It's a lot of fun.
I'm glad to be back with these people. I'm glad to be part of this family. I wonder if this is what it was like to be part of Jonestown. Not in the sick ways of mind control or cyanid--Kool-Aid cocktails, but in the fashion of a group of people gathering together for the sale of their belief and faith.
His tongue would swell. It would take him 36 day from affixation.
The core problems of our lives is the root to sin.
Sometimes a person wants to die, but they just can't.
As a result of his suffering, Jesus can understand our suffering.
Good Friday; early morning
Today is the day that my Lord hung on a cross.
Mermaids Transgendered
Kool-aid Jonestown
Robots Pill
These are the things that float around in my head: Three of four hard corners. Was it all in preparation, or is this just a circle; could it be both?
It's early and over cast with clouds. Tonight is the revival at the tiny church in the village; I'm excited about being a part of it. The Lord will move there this weekend.
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See you there
“Deep within himself, man knew something greater than himself was always with him and part of him, spurring him on to greater deeds, greater thoughts, greater aspirations. It was something out beyond himself, scarcely realised and never found; something, which told him that the radiance seen on the horizon but dimly reflected the hidden glory beyond it.” Excerpt From: Jenner, Greg. “Planet X and The Kolbrin Bible Connection.” iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright.
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“Henceforth he would have dominion over God’s earthly estate, but he also had to unravel the Circles of Eternity, and his destiny was to be an everlasting seeking and striving.” Excerpt From: Jenner, Greg. “Planet X and The Kolbrin Bible Connection.” iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright.
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“He has always remained dimly reflected in His creation. He became veiled from all that came forth from Him. Creation does not explain itself; under the Law, it cannot do so; its secrets have to be unravelled by the created.”
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Greasy Food
I'm sure that greasy food is not the best thing to eat in the world. In fact, every time I'm finished eating fast food I immediately regret it; The worst part is that now I have no time for a nap before my lunch break is over.
On the Other Hand;
On the other hand, I wonder if I really do need this?
I don't think that I've ever known a time when I wasn't like this. Does depression constantly get worse as a person ages? What about whenever I'm an old man?
The thought of being an old man is depressing enough.
What if I walked out on my chance?
What if this is just another tactic from the government trying to keep down the people in my income level: leaving me addicted to yet another substance that I can't seem to let go of.
Tonight at church we did an illustration of asking for help. Everyone was blind folded, and in a square that was lined out by tables. They were told to find their way out, and if they needed help all they had to do was ask. After the "lost" tired from searching their blinded way out of the "maze", they asked for help, and the blindfold was removed.
I didn't participate; I facilitated it. The way it makes you feel whenever you have to present a message that you can't demonstrate yourself.
So, yes I understand the parallel, but...
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how do I ask for help, Lord? One thing that I've come to understand about faith is that, Things are rarely what they seem, And there is more than just action required. But even if I were to do it so nonchalantly, The heartbeat of this message is to say, "Lord, I need you help!"
Deception Invited by Cymbalta;
I wonder about the grand deception,
I wonder how much of what I'm doing is part of that. As a Christian the end times & the narrative of Revelations has always intrigued. Fear is often associated with it as well. I think it so because I worry that I won't make it in the end.
My most honest fear of taking antidepressants is that I'm submitting to the authority of the world, and that my reliance on drugs is the what will keep me unreliable on The Lord.
He is forgiving; he is understanding; but he is the ultimate judge & the only say in my eternity.
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I do not know what to do. Or do I? I've still yet to finish the text. Are you concerned with my pedigree? Are you concerned with my artistry? My ship is at harbor, Along the shores of Saturn's rings. I'll wait for your reply, An anticipation fearful in its inquiry;