What Did Jesus Say About Marriage?

What Did Jesus Say About Marriage?

What did Jesus say about marriage?  Let's take a look.

Matthew 19:3-12 King James Version (KJV)
3 The Pharisees also came unto him, tempting him, and saying unto him, Is it lawful for a man to put away his wife for every cause?

4 And he answered and said unto them, Have ye not read, that he which made them at the beginning made them male and female,

5 And said, For this cause shall a man leave father and mother, and shall cleave to his wife: and they twain shall be one flesh?

6 Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.

7 They say unto him, Why did Moses then command to give a writing of divorcement, and to put her away?

8 He saith unto them, Moses because of the hardness of your hearts suffered you to put away your wives: but from the beginning it was not so.

9 And I say unto you, Whosoever shall put away his wife, except it be for fornication, and shall marry another, committeth adultery: and whoso marrieth her which is put away doth commit adultery.

10 His disciples say unto him, If the case of the man be so with his wife, it is not good to marry.

11 But he said unto them, All men cannot receive this saying, save they to whom it is given.

12 For there are some eunuchs, which were so born from their mother's womb: and there are some eunuchs, which were made eunuchs of men: and there be eunuchs, which have made themselves eunuchs for the kingdom of heaven's sake. He that is able to receive it, let him receive it.

The Bible also tells us this.

1 Peter 3 King James Version (KJV)
3 Likewise, ye wives, be in subjection to your own husbands; that, if any obey not the word, they also may without the word be won by the conversation of the wives;

2 While they behold your chaste conversation coupled with fear.

3 Whose adorning let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel;

4 But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.

5 For after this manner in the old time the holy women also, who trusted in God, adorned themselves, being in subjection unto their own husbands:

6 Even as Sara obeyed Abraham, calling him lord: whose daughters ye are, as long as ye do well, and are not afraid with any amazement.

Now many stop there, and many husband's wish it would, (pause for laughter) but verse 7 goes on and tells us how husbands should treat their wives.

7 Likewise, ye husbands, dwell with them according to knowledge, giving honour unto the wife, as unto the weaker vessel, and as being heirs together of the grace of life; that your prayers be not hindered.

8 Finally, be ye all of one mind, having compassion one of another, love as brethren, be pitiful, be courteous:

9 Not rendering evil for evil, or railing for railing: but contrariwise blessing; knowing that ye are thereunto called, that ye should inherit a blessing.

10 For he that will love life, and see good days, let him refrain his tongue from evil, and his lips that they speak no guile:

11 Let him eschew evil, and do good; let him seek peace, and ensue it.

12 For the eyes of the Lord are over the righteous, and his ears are open unto their prayers: but the face of the Lord is against them that do evil.

Now Jesus doesn't want a month to Lord over his wife with an iron fist expecting them to slave to his every wish while he ignores HER needs.  Married couples are to work together. Where one is strong, the other may be weak. If he's not good with numbers, it's okay for the woman to balance the checkbook.  When the wife has to work, it's alright for the husband to cook and clean and even do the laundry. If one of them is sick or injured, the other should step up and carry the load for awhile until the other can heal or recover from an illness.

In spite of what some psychiatrists tell you these days, that's not “co-dependence.”. I'm sure that everyone has heard that made up term by now.  It's how husband and wife are supposed to treat each other. The two are as one, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. That's what makes a good marriage.

I know that many of you have heard me rant about my wifebeing unfaithful.  While that is true, there were many things that we did as man and wife that are painful for me to remember.  We DID work as a team and it was very painful when she was separated from me by death. I had every biblical reason to divorce her and sometimes considered it, especially just before she found out that she had cancer and told me that she was leaving me right after the party was over.  Still, when she got the news, I didn't run and say that I just couldn't handle it. I stayed and did my best to do what I could to help her through it. I took my vows seriously even though she did not.

We are not ready responsible for what our spouse does.  We are held accountable for what WE did. Did WE do what was good and pleasing to God or did we behave in a manner which God told us not to?

Need another example?

Ephesians 5:17-33 King James Version (KJV)
17 Wherefore be ye not unwise, but understanding what the will of the Lord is.

18 And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit;

19 Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord;

20 Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ;

21 Submitting yourselves one to another in the fear of God.

22 Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord.

23 For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the saviour of the body.

24 Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing.

25 Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it;

26 That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word,

27 That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish.

Now I know that husband's wish that it would stop there again, but it goes on.

25 Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it;

26 That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word,

27 That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish.

28 So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife loveth himself.

29 For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church:

30 For we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones.

31 For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and shall be joined unto his wife, and they two shall be one flesh.

32 This is a great mystery: but I speak concerning Christ and the church.

33 Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband.

Yes, there it is.  That stinky old part about how husbands should treat their wives, but it's there in black and white.

Sometimes my wife and I would bicker and argue and not behave as we were told that we should in a marriage.  My wife was not a Christian and she denied that she believed in Jesus to her grave. I knew that she would be completely healed if she could believe strongly enough.  It had happened for me more than once, so I tried to get her to believe one last time so that I would see her in heaven. Alas, it was useless. Still, she defended me to her family even though she was dying.  Perhaps that was enough? I don't know. I sometimes hope that I will see her again, just not looking down her in the pit of hell.

Those of you who are Christian and have Christian spouses should know better.  You should know how to treat one another. If you don't, familiarize yourself with these verses then ask yourself again, “Am I treating my spouse the way that God wants me to?”  Listen to what the voice inside tells you. Sometimes it might not be what we want to hear, but you need to listen to that voice.

Oh, I almost left out all of the reasons that Jesus gave for acceptably divorcing your spouse.  Here IT is. It may not seem fair, but God knows better than we do.

Mark 10:2-12 King James Version (KJV)
2 And the Pharisees came to him, and asked him, Is it lawful for a man to put away his wife? tempting him.

3 And he answered and said unto them, What did Moses command you?

4 And they said, Moses suffered to write a bill of divorcement, and to put her away.

5 And Jesus answered and said unto them, For the hardness of your heart he wrote you this precept.

6 But from the beginning of the creation God made them male and female.

7 For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and cleave to his wife;

8 And they twain shall be one flesh: so then they are no more twain, but one flesh.

9 What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.

10 And in the house his disciples asked him again of the same matter.

11 And he saith unto them, Whosoever shall put away his wife, and marry another, committeth adultery against her.

12 And if a woman shall put away her husband, and be married to another, she committeth adultery.

So, if you love Jesus and want to serve the Lord as Christ loved the church, you must become one, help one another, and the wife must ohey her husband even if he's not Christian, and the husband must love and sacrifice for the wife as Christ loved and sacrificed for the church.

Have a blessed weekend.

I Met the Woman of My Dreams! Part 2

I Met the Woman of My Dreams!  Part 2

While she was gone, I decided to ride the escalators some more.  I really do like to ride escalators.  They're like a mechanical marvel from a time gone by.  I stepped on to one and got to the next level when the man she was promised to started screaming at me and reached for his saber.  I waved my finger at him and said, "No, no, no.  Not in the U.S.". He groaned in disgust and anger and started attacking me.  We fought for a short while without either of us really landing any blows and I stepped back.

"Wait.  I don't want to kill you.  Perhaps we could be friends?  I have a high position in mind for you."

He stopped fighting and seemed to be considering it, but I knew that it wasn't over by the look in his eyes.  I would be expecting the unexpected.

I walked over to another escalator going down and turned left.  I saw her crouched in the shadow between two escalators.  She looked a little disheveled and wasn't wearing any makeup or jewelry.  I wondered if she had been beaten, but both of our eyes lit up.  We ran to each other and hugged.  She spoke.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too.  You are so beautiful."

"Even without my jewelry and makeup?"

"Yes.  Your heart far outshines them."

She giggled a little and we walked arm in arm around the floor.  An idea came to me.

"I know a place where we can be alone."

"You do?"

"Yes, but it's not very fancy."

"Let's go."

I led her to the luggage escalator.

"We have to ride down here."

"But..."

I grabbed her arm and away we went.

The luggage escalator was carpeted, I suppose to prevent damage to the luggage, and it had raised bumps about every foot, I suppose to keep luggage from sliding.  We went down a couple of luggage escalators after going through the turns on each floor and finally reached the belt where the luggage landed to go out to the airplanes.  We stepped on to the floor.  She looked upset.

"You would bring me here?"

"Yes.  We're alone, aren't we?"

A look of calm came over her face and she rushed toward me, grabbing me and embracing me firmly.  We kissed and this time she let my tongue in.  She was so perfect.  She was, after all, truly the woman of my dreams... or is that IN my dreams?

I started to discuss with her how we could change her country to be more U.S. friendly.  I was concerned that the citizens wouldn't take to kindly to an American ruling their country.  I even suggested appointing the man she was to wed to appease him.  She seemed to think that would be a great idea.

Before we could have much of a discussion, we rounded the corner by an "Up" escalator and we're met by two guards weilding scimitars.  She motioned to them to stop.

"But my queen, your husband to be sent us to capture this heathen."

"Let him go.  I will not wed that power hungry moron.  Come.  We must prepare for the next seminar."

She and I went our separate ways.  I went up an escalator and saw the two guards grab the woman whose name I still did not know on the down escalator.  I did NOT like the woman I loved being manhandled by two guards, so I jumped into action.

I parkoured over the escalator kicking the first guard squarely in the face.  I thin hit the second guard under the back of the chin right at the third vertebrae.  He went crumbling to the ground.  I grabbed her hand and said, "Let's get out of here!"

We ran the opposite way on the escalator then quickly grabbed another one.  We got to the floor with the door with two columns.

"I really must get ready for the seminar."

She kissed me and ran behind the closed doors.

I figured that I had some time on my hands, so I set out once again to find the lobby.
I found a sloped, curved, carpeted ramp leading to the floor below.  Realizing that I had leather soles, I decided to try to slide down the blue carpeted wide ramp.  I extended my soul a couple inches below my body and found that I could move rather fast.  When I got close to the wall, I put my legs apart and went into a half-squat to alter my direction.  It was fun.  It was something I would do in real life if I had the chance.

I reached the next floor and looked around for the lobby, but I didn't see it.  I walked up to a woman and asked if she knew where the lobby was.

"I'm not sure but I think it's right down the hall there."

She pointed and I started walking.

 seemed like I walked forever.  I finally got to the front desk which was on the left.  I stepped up to the desk.  A clerk spoke.

"May I help you?"

"Yes sir.  I seem to have forgotten my..."

I suddenly realized that I had forgotten what I came down there to ask him.  I guess I have dementia in my dreams, too.

"Never mind."

"Yes sir.  I'm here if you need any help."

I turned around and started walking back toward the escalators.

I finally reached an up escalator and got on.  A man approached me from the back.  He was a thin, somewhat seedy looking Muslim wearing a red turban.  He put his hand on my shoulder.

"I saw your fight with the guards.  That was really good."

"Thanks."

We got off of the elevator and I felt that there was something strange about the incident.  I checked my left coat pocket and found the watch which the queen had been eyeing.  I wondered whether he was a friend of the queen and wanted to help me or whether he was a friend of her promised husband who wanted to set me up.  I really wanted to give it to the queen to make her happy, but she knew that I couldn't afford something like that.  I decided to tell her what happened, show it to her, and see what she said.

~ More another day.

I Met the Woman of my Dreams!

I met the woman of my dreams!

I had a wonderful dream from which I didn't want to wake up.  I met the woman of my dreams.  She was slim, had long, blonde hair, and was wearing a very thick, gold necklace that seemed to match the beautiful golden color of her hair. 

I was in my old Armani suit walking through a hotel where I was staying with my family.  I was the age I am now.  I was looking for a woman, any woman, with whom I instended to spend the evening.  I saw a beautiful brunette, but she pawned her mother off on me.  I walked with the mother and talked with her and she seemed pretty nice, so I asked for her phone number, got it, and stuffed it in my outer coat pocket.  She went back to her room to get ready for some big Muslim ceremony that they were having in the hotel, so I continued my journey.  There were many Muslims in the hotel, some with turbans.  I didn't pay too much attention to it.

I ran into this beautiful blonde with light skin.  I was on the up escalator and she was on the down escalator.  Our eyes met and there was an overwhelming feeling that she was the one.  We kissed as the escalators passed each  other and I quickly moved my feet  to make the kiss last for as long as possible as did she.  I hurried up the escalator and back down the down escalator and she had waited for me.  We embraced one another and had a much longer kiss.  We we're in front of a jewelry shop where watches were on display on top of a glass case.  I wanted to stop and see how much a Rolex was these days so we stopped.  She grabbed a rather large Seiko and handed it to me.  I said, "Thank you, but that's a Seiko.  I wanted to see a Rolex."

"I had a Seiko and it was a very good watch."

"That's good, but that hasn't been my experience."

I found a Rolex which was in the display in a plastic Ziploc style bag.  I removed it from the display and looked at it.  Before I noticed the price of the watch, I noticed her walking toward the other end of the display where they had womens watches.  I saw that she was making a fuss about a watch that had a digital display.  I walked up by her side and was going to take off my Timex and show her the digital display.  I was going to give it to her, but when I pulled back my sleeve, I noticed that my watch had been replaced with a mechanical watch with a way too big face.  The band appeared to be a dog leash which had been tied to my wrist.  I figured it was the friend of my nephew who had been playing at the house before we left to the hotel.  I explained what happened and we hugged.  I noticed that I was starting to have feelings for this strange, beautiful woman.  We left the jewelry display and started walking toward a store that was in the hotel.

We started talking and we both fell deeper and deeper in love with each other.  Just before we got to the store (this was a REALLY swanky hotel) she stopped suddenly.  I turned to her to find out what was wrong.

"Did you just steal that watch?"

"Oh, no.  I can't afford a watch like this.  I have to take it back.  I just got so involved with talking to you that I forgot that I still had it."
I turned around and started walking back with her with my arm around her waist.  We got to the jewelry store where I put the watch back.  She looked at me longingly with those beautiful eyes, kissed me, and said, "I must get back.  It's almost time for the ceremony.  I HAVE to be there."

"Must you?"

"Yes, I must!"

She dashed off and I followed.  She looked back.
"No, you mustn't."

I didn't say anything, but I followed her about twenty feet behind.  We we're going up the escalator.  When she got off, she ran through a door that had a column on each side.  Two men in turbans stepped out armed with sabers.  I non-chalantly walked past so I could get a peek into the lobby, hoping to catch another glimpse of her.  I didn't see her, so I figured that they had gone into a special corridor.  I must have fallen in love with a Saudi Arabian of some importance.  I didn't expect that since she had white skin and blonde hair.  I kept thinking that over as I decided to make my way back to my room.
I got on the down escalator and started to make my way back down to my floor.  Actually, there were a number of up and down escalators to accommodate the traffic in a hotel that large.  There were elevators too, but I wanted to take in the scenery and continue to mull over the details of the woman that I had just met.

I had just gotten down the third escalator when I realized that I didn't know what my room number was.  I reached in my pocket and realized that I had left my cell phone in my room.
I rode up and down some escalators trying to find and remember the floor and the way back to the room when I realized that I could go to the lobby and get my room number.
I stepped on to a rather strange looking escalator which took me down to a luggage area.  It was empty except for a couple of suitcases, so I walked to an up escalator trying to get back up to the floor from which I came.  I went up escalators and down escalators, but each escalator seemed to go to a different part of the building.  I finally got close to the floor where I had originated when I saw her again.  She was arguing with someone about me. 

"He WILL come back for me!  I know it!"

"Forget him child.  You are engaged to be married to me, a Muslim from your country."

"He will come for me.  I KNOW it!  He will make a great president!"

I felt a wave of calm come over me because I didn't want to be a king.  I left over the rails and landed near her.  I fought my way up to her but was confronted by two bodyguards.
"I have to talk to her."

I quickly squeezed between the two bodyguards and stood in front of her.  She grabbed me and said, "I knew you would come.  I love you."

I asked if we could talk in private for a few minutes.  The man behind her was very angry.  I spoke to her.

"I love you too."

A voice came from behind her.

"This will not BE!"

"It WILL be.  Love conquers all."

"Yeah, yeah."

He went back up an escalator and we were alone for a minute.

"Honey, you know that I'm poor."

"But you have such fine clothes."

"Those were from when I USED to have any money.  This is America.  You can go from rags to riches and right back to rags."

"When you get back to my country, you will make a great president.  You will make a great president."

I thought about how I felt about going to her country and what changes I could make to help bring their country up to date and make peace with the U.S.  I thought that having an American president might help.

"I do want to be with you.  Love will find a way."

I knew that she wouldn't be happy living in a one bedroom apartment... especially one for the elderly, but that was all I could afford here.  She spoke.

"I must leave for a moment."

I knew she would be back.


...More tomorrow, God willing.

* Note: I lost some lines because of the highlighting feature on my cell phone which is very sensitive.

The Viking

                               The Viking

The Vikings were preparing to defend their territory from a small army of invaders.  Jorn was told to sound the command for the Viking army to assemble.

Jorn took his shell horn and walked toward the edge of the cliff to sound the alert.  As he raised the shell to his lips, still walking, a blue portal opened up in front of his path.  Catching him off guard, he stopped a moment and put his hand into the blue, round portal.  It made his arm tingle and he felt a slight suction.  He drew back his arm and decided to walk through it to get to the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea to sound the alert to the Vikings below.  As he took a step foreward, the suction grew great and pulled him into the shimmering blue portal that he had thought to be a mirage.  After a long experience of feeling weightless, he found himself on the other side.of the portal.  He landed on some kind of strange, whitish rock.  The rocks were cut into squares and layed one after the other, each one touching the rock on two sides in a straight line.  As he saw the strange houses that went up to the sky, he was struck with shock and awe,  His arms dropped and he stood dumbfounded.  "Where did the cliff go?  Where did the sea go?"  Everything looked very different.

Jorn had unknowingly landed in 21st century America.  The portal had taken him through both time and space.  A car drove by and he tried to attack it, thinking that it might be a vicious predator.  He found its skin to be hard as armor and its speed had knocked the sword out of his hand.  He then noticed that there were people inside and determined that it was some kind of self-powered cart.  Again he gasped in awe and his arms dropped.  He stood there several more minutes and started to walk along the strange stone path.  He ran into a person and asked for help but the person wore strange clothing and spoke a different tongue.  He thought, "What kind of magic was this?  How will I get back to my land where I belong?  I can't even speak their tongue.  If I do get back, what will they do to me for not sounding the alarm?"

He retrieved his sword and started walking down an alley.  Some gangsters started laughing at him and tried to take his belongings.  Jorn responded with a sword to the stomach of one and another gangster pulled a gun and shouted something at him. Jorn cocked his head and shrugged his shoulders since he didn't understand the stranger.

The stranger was demanding his belongings but there was no way for Jorn to understand.  This made the stranger and the other surviving strangers angry.  The stranger in front of him with the gun pointed it at a dumpster and shot a hole in it so Jorn would understand that he meant business.  Jorn cut off his gun hand with the sword and prepared to fight the others in the gang.  Jorn bent over and charged one of the strangers, impaling him with the horns on his helmet.  Another of the gang grabbed the gun from the ground and shot Jorn until the clip was empty.

Jorn fell to his knees then landed with his face on the ground.  He had died fighting, the honorable way to go.  He arrived at the gates of Valhalla and was greeted by his mother, father, and his grandparents.  He had made it home.



Jorn was hurled what seemed to be a great distance.  His whole body felt electrified.

Being Moved When You Age

Being Moved When You Age

 

 

I recently fell ill for five months and found myself... not in my home but in Brookdale Park, a Senior Independent Living community.  It was quite a change from my retirement to the woods where I expected to live my final days and die in the comfort of my own home.

It's very beautiful here and the residents and hosts are friendly but it doesn't feel like home.  Instead of cathedral ceilings, I have straight, cracker box ceilings.  It took everything I had left from my retirement (which was basically nothing) after spending it on trying to heal Diane's stomach cancer in order to purchase a double-wide trailer with cathedral ceilings.  Now it's taking everything I have to live here.

It's alright I guess.  It's just not what I'm used to.  I was trying to get away from the hustle and bustle of the big city and have enough room between my place and the neighbors to work on my music without disturbing them too much.  Now I'm in an apartment and the neighbors are close but so far no one has complained about the music.  In fact, I'm becoming a bit of a celebrity around here.  Of course, I'm playing an acoustic guitar right now and not my electric.  There ARE some people here who like blues but most of them seem to be into Country music (yuk) rather than the type of music I generally play.  I even got cussed out by two different people for not knowing San Antonio Rose.  Boy, those old ladies can get MAD if you don't know their favorite song!  I'm just glad they didn't pick up their purses and start hitting me over the head!  Haha

I'm trying to make the best of things.  I get one meal a day... the large meal being lunch in the dining room.  Sometimes the selection isn't optimal for me since I have no teeth so I have to get creative in my ordering.  I don't REALLY want to order a ten dollar hamburger everyday.  They have a nasty habit of substituting a pasta dish when I order potatoes... sometimes with cheese, which is bad for my IBS, and the pasta makes me choke because it gets stuck in the flap where I pulled out my vocal cords trying to pull out my breathing tube after my second CABG.  I guess I'm going to have to be more firm about getting what I ask for instead of what they WANT to give me.  I realize that there are a lot of people ordering a lot of different things, but they DO have electronic devices on which they can write the orders.  These are the same devices on which they charge you for your meal.

I need to start cooking again.  My sister did buy me some new pots and pans.  They're not the expensive ones I bought and are used to but I COULD cook with them.  I just have to wait for payday and see if I have any money left for food.  I have very little in my refrigerator and pantry at the moment.  That's another thing I have to get used to.  It's just strange being without a way to get the things I need.  I can starve myself of some of my medication if I have to in order to buy food.  They seem to be overdosing me on blood pressure medicine at the moment anyway.  Either that or my heart is just on its last legs with the arteries being so plugged.  I DO still seem to be getting around fairly well with my mom's rollator though so as long as I don't have a sudden blood pressure drop, I'm okay.  I can cook what I need when I get some food and what I need right now is spinach.  Strangely enough, if I start getting warts, I know that I need spinach.  I had three on my foot and ate spinach everyday for two weeks and they went away.  Fifty-nine years of trial and error has let me know what my body needs.  Oh, and I also need to learn to cook meat that's tender enough for me to eat.  My heart still needs it to heal.  I really don't get enough protein from Vegan diets or even eating just fish for some reason.  Eating beef seems to line out my blood pressure generally.

Socializing is strange at first.  I'm lucky that I smoke or I probably wouldn't have many friends yet.  Playing guitar and singing helps as well.  They keep wanting me to perform for the Fun Friday event but I'm not performance ready at this time and I don't have the equipment that I really need to make it a better experience.  Some people are suspicious of strangers at first because they're afraid that you're going to "narc" on them for smoking cigarettes outside their door instead of going to the designated areas.  Heck.  I don't care what they do.  If they want to drink in the smoking area (which I don't think is allowed since the American Bistro serves alcohol), I don't care.  It's cheaper for them to buy their own than pay $4.00 a beer.  I know what it's like to be on a very strict budget.  I just try to get along with everyone and stay out of their squabbles with other tenants as much as possible.  Being probably the youngest tenant here makes things a little strange sometimes and I feel like an outcast most of the time except when I'm with my friends at the smoking table.  I try to keep them laughing as much as possible but there are some days that it's hard for me to joke around.  It would be nice to find someone who can make me laugh too.  A couple of the ladies come up with a nice zinger on occasion but many of the people here can't hear or don't have the mental faculties to carry on a conversation.  Sometimes people avoid me because they think I'm one of the staff unless I'm carrying around my guitar.  I guess I need to carry around my guitar more often.

I HAVE gotten the nickname Superman here since I generally wear a Superman shirt when I play guitar for the ladies.  It was my performance outfit online so it may as well be here too.  The old folks like Superman anyway.  As long as it makes people happy, who is it hurting?  The only people who seem to object are my family.  Ah well.  I think they're at least used to it by now.  I really don't know what they have against Superman.  Maybe they're Batman fans.  hah

If I had my vehicle, the Willowbrook Mall is only one block away.  I could probably make it with the rollator if I took enough sit breaks but I'm a little uneasy about getting out of the range of my locator until the doctor gets my blood pressure medications straightened out.  Right now my body is holding me captive from going and exploring the hot spots.  Of course, money is an issue at the moment as well.  After having someone somehow getting my new debit card number (which I haven't even had a chance to use) and putting a bunch of $39.00 charges on it, it hasn't left much to even pay the bills.  My sister went to the bank and thinks that she finally got it straightened out.  They cancelled the card again so HOPEFULLY they won't be able to get the new card number AGAIN.  Every time I ordered the MIDI cables for my electric piano, my mom lost the card and cancelled it anyway so it was useless for me to try to order anything online.  I'm not sure what happened this time.  I went to the websites listed on the bank statement and they appeared to be phishing sites though so I suspect that someone tried to order something with my card, perhaps by accident.

I guess the biggest adjustment to being moved into a place like this is the loss of control over your own life.  Yes, I forget people's names sometimes and I can't remember telephone numbers since the mini-stroke but other than that, my brain seems to be functioning fairly well.  Maybe I'm not functioning as well as I think I am but everyone here seems to feel that I'm functioning just fine.  Yes, I have problems when the diarrhea hits and my blood pressure drops making me nearly pass out or completely pass out once but I'm on a medication to help control that now.  If it works, I should be fine.  That and not eating milk products does make a difference.  It's probably good to be in a place where there are people in case something DOES happen, but it's still hard losing control over your finances and possessions.  I'm not BIG on possessions but I WOULD like to have what I need to do the things I'd like to do to at least bring a little happiness to others.  Knowing that you're probably serving a life sentence in a place, even if it's nice, is a difficult adjustment.  A nice prison is still a prison.  I'm not really confined since I can leave when I want as long as I check out and back in so they know why the locator alarm is going off but it still feels as if you're being monitored.  I understand that it's for my health but it's still disconcerting.  I don't feel old enough to be in this situation.  I'm pretty sure that even the 80+ year olds feel the same way.  Still, I'm quite a bit younger than most of the people here so my feeling this way is probably a little more justified.

I guess I'll get used to it eventually.  I might have to have a few good cries with some of the other tenants who feel that they were snatched from their lives and abandoned in a place out of the way of the family on occasion, but I'll get used to it.  It's just a major adjustment.

This isn't the first time that God has moved me around.  I know that I'm helping people but I thought that I had finally finished my work and was moving on in the place in which I chose for that purpose.  Maybe I'll be miraculously healed again and be able to travel around to other places to cheer up the elderly again.  Maybe I'll just finish my time here.  This place wouldn't be so lonely if I had a mate and a vehicle.  I envy those who do.  I guess I'll just have to wait to see what God has in store.  I'm just having to do without so many of the things that I used to have at my fingertips and having to do without the company of my pets that I'm feeling stir-crazy.  Well, it's almost 2:00am and my mind is very tired so I guess I had better go back to bed.  Maybe one of these days I'll get used to this place enough to be able to sleep at night.

Love, Hope, Peace, and Christ Be With You,

Cal-el

Hiding in Plain Sight

Hiding in Plain Sight






Ah ha!  I just had a brilliant dream... a vision if you will.  It told me about all of the secrets of the universe 🌌.  Well, not exactly, but exactly how the universe operates and what's important.




You see, all this mumbo jumbo about positive thinking and wishing for what you want are actually detrimental.  By blocking out the unpleasant details that you don't want coming near your thoughts you are losing vital information that would later come together as sort of a code to let you know exactly what you need to know.  These pieces don't come out and tell you all at once but are sort of links in a chain.  While seemingly unpleasant at the time, each link fits a later link that will also come to you as something unpleasant so that you don't forget it.  Once you have enough links of the chain, you get the all-important, vital message that can not only give you what you desire but also prevent you from repeating a serious mistake that is part of your personal history.  In some cases, these historical chunks of knowledge are also part of human history which should never, never be repeated.  Once blocked though, you have lost important pieces of the message that the universe wanted you to retain.  It may seem very complicated but it's relatively straightforward. 
This isn't to say that you should constantly dwell on the negative links.  Once received and acknowledged, they will remain in your consciousness enough for you to link it to the next link.  Since they fit together so perfectly, all you need do is acknowledge them and wait for the next link of the message to come along and they will join together like magic.  Don't lose one of those pieces of seemingly negative information though or you will completely lose the message and will be doomed to repeat your failure until such a time until you learn not to try to ignore or hide the pieces of information from your history.




I cannot stress to you the importance of this revelation.  It is not only vital to you but also to all of humanity.  A lesson blocked is a lesson unlearned.  Remember... all of these pieces of information were hiding in plain sight before you decided to erase them from history.


DO
NOT
ERASE!