Sunday, November 1, 2009

An Eric's Carol

It has been a while since I have written anything, so in case anyone cares I am going to post this note to myself…regardless of whether you care or not. The last month has been intense and the last couple of weeks have put me over the edge. In my last note I sort of went into the work turmoil. Which is easing up slightly, but still I almost feel winds are changing. Certain opportunities are opening up and circumstances are starting to change, which may necessitate my departure from my position sooner than I thought. To start with some know that recently I have been having spells where I will randomly pass out for periods of time, it wasn’t anything, only every month or couple…but recently it has become more frequent…like weekly if not more, although they don’t seem to last as long. But it has progressed farther, as now it is starting to effect my muscular system, I have muscle pain, and spasms more and more often over the last month, and my body goes into random almost panic or anxiety feeling attack…for no reason. The doctors aren’t sure exactly what it is, but suspect a combination of things, as they do know that my body is firing random chemicals at random times, which I guess isn’t normal…..hahaha….no it’s not. But the doctors do say that there is a large chance that it is because of the amounts of stress I appeal my body to, and so many years of not sleeping, and intensely stressful amongst other things, my body may finally be reacting to it. So my health may force me to resign my position. But I could still start my small division…and I have kind of thought of going back to school to finish my PhD in Psych.

Of course recently I have started to assess a lot of things…especially where I am in life….and if it is where I want to be. I just recently met someone who I thought was going to be awesome, and we hung out a couple of times, and had an awesome time, but in the end one of the major things was how much I was at work. I have a job that is very active intensive…and when it says jump, I am on the next flight, or 2AM meeting. I accepted that when I started down this road, and at the time I thought I had it all, money, power, and a constant distraction…social was a waste of time anyway, unless connected with work…work was the only place I fit in anyway

Yet recently as I have started to actually get friends who seem to care, and I experienced if only for a moment something that I have run from, and shut out, and shut down, for so long that it had drifted into nothing for me. I have spent my entire life trying to live up to some expectation, that I can’t define, for money, power, position…yet there is no ceiling to the expectation, and I don’t know for who it is for….except me….who is so perfectionist I have realized, I will always raise my bar….at the sacrifice of everything…and everyone else. I realize that I am a crappy friend who never has time…and always has work, and is bailing or never around when friends need me….for this I am sorry. It also has destroyed two recent potential relationships, and hurt someone I was getting very close to….and I use the stupid excuse…this is my life, you kinda have to get used to it….and then it came to me….no….no they don’t and won’t. At least not anyone I would truly want to be with, and I don’t want to turn into a CCR, “Cat’s in the Cradle” father…..

As a result I have decided I am not going to be Scrooge who gave up life and love, for his position, only to be remembered from my business ventures. Not to mention every time I hold my niece, and as I watch her grow up…I have started to think, I want a family…I legitimately want to meet someone to be my other half and raise a family….which I screwed up once, and don’t want to again. I also know that I can’t do that where I am now.

So I am taking a good friends advice and taking an action and a leap. I’m going to make changes and not make excuses.

Also on the front of spiritual grounds, I have decided to run with my decision to continue with what I have started doing over the last month, I still have many hesitations, and I think my separation has been a good thing, for I have a more enlightened perspectives on things I previously didn’t even think of, yet now that I understand, opens my eyes to many precepts and blessings I never understood before. I also feel more like I’m with family, because many of the people I have known for years growing up….maybe that is why God has kept me so close to my childhood home….

Anyway, for now this is what I feel I need to do, and I have faith God will lead me, and will never abandon me…and really I think in the end, I know with surety God knows my heart, and the passion I have for him and his son Jesus Christ who is our Savior and it is by his blood alone that I am saved and worth anything. He knows that I only want to serve him and worship him the best way I know how, and his love is upon me for it. As one of my favorite songs goes “I’ll bring you more than a song. For a song in itself, is not what you have required. You search much deeper within, from the way things appear. You’re looking into my heart. I’m coming back to the heart of worship, and it’s all about you, it’s all about you Jesus.”

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Honest Confessions of Transparency

Am I crazy….or is it just me…I’m redefining burnout. I have such a love /hate relationship with everything in my life right now…..I am being driven by fear, and I know that is bad, but I feel like a crack addict trying to go cold turkey, with giving up my addiction to being consumed by the world. I love my job, but hate how I have allowed it to consume my life, how every minute of every day is determined for me….yet I am afraid to slow down, for fear I might have a life. I have been looking, thinking and pondering and have come to discover that I think the reason I keep myself so busy is so I have an excuse to push people away….I want so bad for meaningful close relationships, but have no greater fear at the same time, so I surround myself with work, as an excuse not to have time for them.
I would love to be in love again, and tell myself over and over, that I would be up for it…..and I have been telling myself….well if something will happen…God you need to just make it happen….without any effort on my part….once again because of fear, be it of rejection, of the trust, of pain, regardless it is stupid to tell “God, I’m going to sit here with no effort, and when someone falls in my lap, then I’ll know…..but I might move around a bit….actually you find me and make them fall in my lap while I’m sitting wherever I am sitting”…..absolute foolishness right…..welcome to my foolish mind, but I’m not going to lie to you….mortally afraid!
Then there is my spirituality….I am such a fickle Christian, I mean I am all about the Sunday, and running all the actions, jumping through the hoops….yet I find myself almost daily questioning do I really believe God?…which I do, mostly….BUT…..do I trust him with all things, or even most?….resounding “NO”…..if I had half the faith I should, I wouldn’t be so afraid but once again I run the motions and get spiritually revved on Sunday and during my study times, but by Noon am consumed in the world again…..over the last couple of weeks I have been slapped in the head when someone will see a bible on my desk, or hear me talk about church and people I work with everyday will be like “You’re Christian?!?!” *SMACK, SMACK*. It is so horrible, I have many excuses but it comes down to me allowing my Job Description and allowing money to define me….rather than God’s definition of me, I am so deep in the world it is hard, with constant stress and pressure, and no support because the few Christians I do know that I work with, are Convenience Christians, they’re Christian when useful, but no real substance. I want to be a good Christian,….yet I am so weak….I tell myself every week that I am going to change….but crack addict, cold turkey….by Noon…..I suck.
For a long time I have had night terrors…but recently they have gotten worse, I am starting to have paralytic night terrors where I can’t move and am stuck in the half dream, half awake state, with the most overwhelming terror and dread overwhelming me, or feel as if I am being tortured….I can’t even describe it….I am literally so terrified to close my eyes I can’t sleep for days…the only remedy is large quantities of alcohol to knock me out….but that’s not good….I don’t know why God has given me this cross, and I literally cry out for his help, because I have to sleep, and nothing….It is so horrible…I have moments that I want nothing more than to die…I can’t even think about it anymore.
I know, I am weak, and most people would say “If you don’t like it change it”….but how, “Pray and seek after God and he will take away your fear”….. ???? ….I will say, God gives me comforting moments…..and has on more than one occasion run to my side. And I am to blame in my fear, so is it my faith…and how do I increase that? I do all the things, and I try to have faith and believe in him with all my heart…but it is so bruised broken and torn I don’t know how to let him in to fix it, or how to….I know, I’m weak, and stupid, and I chose my path, by accepting my job, by allowing myself to doubt. But yeah, I wish I could say I was a better person….but I’m not…..but at least even in my humiliating imperfection know God still loves me unfailing, and perhaps the answer will come eventually….well…at least mostly know……

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Answers...and stuff of that sort.....not necessarily good ones

I would say a definite 4….I mean the lines are grounded so attracting a lightening bolt would involve a failure of the grounding wires, or a capacitor explosion……

I have watched a schizophrenic for hours listening to the voices and debates they have…the life they see is so vivid, so fraught with an imaginary reality, that seems so real. I have a friend who has dedicated his life to listening…and seeing if by what they say he can truly see where he can help them, if their disease is simply a trigger of the mind or an exploration in the capacity of it, even to create reality…maybe we are all crazy and really they are sane.

Depends on which country you live in….In Germany, the city hires people that need a job to clean streets, so that they have a job…in America we’d rather just ignore that side of town….the answer here is someone else will take care of it….

Even the creators of the bomb through countless tests did not understand the full impact it would have nor the effects of it’s fall out…only suspected…..but in the end.it was an act of ignorance, power, and ego…We are America, we do whatever the hell we want….damn the consequences….we have repeated the mistake over and over again, Bay of Pigs….Libya….Osama Bin Laden: Brought to you by America; We think we know best! Now let’s clean up the mess!

When the shelters fill, they rely on human kindness…which means they go under a table bench, or lean-too….generally in an alley where the police won’t find them and make them move out into the rain….they are really an eye sore and make people feel bad…..Not to say I am not as guilty as everyone else, I wish I could say otherwise, but I try to help, but there are times when I simply walk by without a passing glance…..Does that make me a bad person? When it snows they die, when it freezes so do they…most of them are John Does, which is our way of sub-humanizing people, so nobody cares about them, so we don’t feel so bad…..God remembers their name…but we don’t care, it means more paper work. And what about the kids who have hypothermia, because they can’t afford decent shoes, because their parents are undiagnosed schizophrenics, who can’t function enough to get a job, and remain untreated because they can’t afford the help or medication, and so they spend half their time homeless, and rely on their kids unconditional love to help them, because the system is overloaded, when it is only 20 below, and schools can’t afford buses for anyone half a mile from school, that’s easy enough to walk, right?

Organic, is a sales buzz word…it just means without synthetics….as long as the pesticides and everything you use come from an organic compound….which is what most things are anyway…..But you can charge more for them….so we encourage healthy eating in America, but only for those who can afford to eat healthy, but you should eat healthy….. $1 for a hamburger….twice that for produce?

Coffee, is not more bad for you than soda products, in fact I had a personal trainer who was a nutritionist that encouraged two cups a day, because it has a lot of anti-oxidants, and recently has studies showing it protects against some forms of cancer, and increases your wake up response…of course like anything in excess is bad….but it’s America: The land of Excess! We don’t do anything small in America, especially when it comes to food!

We don’t ignore poverty, we simply choose to accept it….and it is they’re fault anyway being poor…this is America, anyone who wants to can be rich, they just need to be rich….It’s capitalism, if you put forth the work, you are paid a fair wage for your service…I mean look at teachers, inspiring the minds of children and teaching the skills to survive in our society, for bargain fair prices! Isn’t Capitalism GREAT! (Hypocrite Warning: I don’t deny that I take advantage of this capitalistic scenario, I am the MAN, but I didn’t start the fire, it’s been burning since the worlds been turning. Though I didn’t light it, I’m trying to fight….)

Because there is something different about seeing sad pictures in National Geographic, and watching the news saying that’s sad and hearing the horror stories, because obviously they’re not Christian America, so they bring it on themselves with their backwards and blasphemous ways…because we’re so good at taking care of our own people…Then counter that and walk into a village and have a child grab your leg, and seeing the stick figure below you. Hand them a 40 cent candy bar, and watch their eyes light up as they tell you, you have made their year! Having the mother embrace you for giving that child, a maybe once in a lifetime experience. Having an entire village prepare you a feast of what we eat in a day, and they eat in a month, because you brought them a well….so for the first time they are drinking water that they didn’t have to hike 5 miles to get, praying an animal or disease had not tainted it upstream, and they can finally water crops, for food, so they can decrease their mortality rate in half, because you taught them hygiene and trained two as basic nurses….. Or in one doctors case, staying to serve the tens of thousands of people who had never even heard of modern medicine and improving their quality of life, training people to become apprentice doctors in the village…bringing hope…..to….wait….these are people…maybe we should take care of them too!

Because to actually get to know people is too hard, not to mention then you give them a human aspect, much easier to create rash generalizations, saves time and ink…I mean to say Amid the Egyptian rabbi, or Robert from Libya, a farmer of a 20 generations….who happens to live in a country housing terrorists although he abhors them, he is Libyan, so geographic location obviously projects who you are…in the rash generalization. Makes things easier….. And, we’re all American’s,…who are the same….because we’re Americans….????

Because if people know how we feel, and how to make us feel certain emotions, they have power over us. And most everyone has trusted someone that earned this power and hurt us, usually on multiple occasions, so the walls are built. It is a dangerous road to let someone in….but a wonderful one as well….your best closest friend…is your worst possible enemy…depending on what they choose to be. But to feel nothing is far worse than any emotion….for then you don’t know it but you simply have hate and fear.

It is a way of compartmentalizing…the whole rash generalizations thing again…much easier….It’s how we avoid personal interaction…because then you have to care about a person rather than a rash generalization….we take a majority….or what we project and put it on a group of people so we don’t actually have to take the time to get to know those people…..Sad but true…it’s like saying I’m a Christian….but if you compared me to another Christian….I am completely different….person…but then you’d have to actually put effort to get to know me…..phew.

If you are willing, you can discover wonderful thing about cultures…and even….people!

I think to love any living thing is…..love…..it is a matter of if you lose love for people and devote it all to an animal…that could be giving into sorrow and bitterness….But you could say the same about marriage, if you want to get married you will, if you are impartial, you may love people, but not enough to make commitment, if you are bitter and sorrowful you might find someone to share and maybe encourage your pain…giving you more of an excuse to be bitter…if that is what you want….the same could be said with a dog….if you get a dog to fill the void of someone that is what you have chosen…good or bad is relative.

When you do? This I think stems from the emotions question, and why we feel it is wrong to show them….when someone cries it simply is their mind saying it needs time to be sad, and maybe that it needs some comfort…or it can mean that you have so much joy and happiness that you can’t just show it with a smile…or that you can connect with somebody so well a hug just won’t show your unique emotional connection.

Be there…there is no greater anti-suicide technique than a someone who cares…and listens especially at the very moment….few people commit suicide if someone cares in the moment their mind tells them nobody cares….Open your eyes if someone needs you, don’t say I’ll talk to them later…no pill can replace the sweet sound of someone sitting listening to you rant…or hold your hand, speaking words of comfort as you hate yourself more than life itself….medications are helpful and sometimes necessary….but simply a supplement for a close friend…and a shoulder to hold them up, never judging, always loving…realizing that this is not you…this is a disease that’s symptoms are as painful as any others. When we are sad, like for instance Job, God never said don’t be sad, It is like the death of Lazarus, he never told Mary or Martha not to be sad or mourn, and rush in. It says when he came they were surrounded by those that were comforting them….

God Damn It Yes, God loves us all….the fact that he has not struck my sorry ass with lightening is a fucking testament that any son of bitch who stumbles onto a bible and confesses his love for Christ is found shitless at his cross…And the fact that I got a text from a friend to do coffee randomly on the week that I decided I needed to spend more time getting to know friends on the same day I was in town and having lunch with a good friend….That’s almost as big a miracle as parting the Red Sea!….I should really consider preaching….just make sure the lightening rod is securely fastened….in case the Big Man changes his mind…. ;D. Also refer to Blue Like Jazz, my favorite character, Mark the cursing Pastor….God manifests himself in whatever way he can best express his love. How’s that for a Sunday School answer?

All to well….for better…or for worse….

I’m vouching for C. All the above. We are a beautiful broken people in a beautiful broken world.

Yes, Life Sucks Then You Die…it gives you something to look forward too. But as all those self help books always say, “It is not the destination, but what experiences you have on the Journey!”. Outside that….I got nothing….I never make it past that phrase in a self help book….

Go kiss Landon and get back to me on that one….. ;P

Not going to lie…the whole evanescent/eternal thing….stumped….too deep for me and my shovel mind, where’s the damn backhoe?

Yes, in that you take the nostalgia of that scar and turn it into advice that can help yourself and others to be better. No, in that the pain may never leave….but in time may subside….maybe….or the pain becomes part of you sometimes for better….sometimes for worse….there is a reason I haven’t seriously dated anyone for 4 years….and it’s not the front that I really hate marriage and women being evil jokes (but don’t tell anyone…I gotta rep to protect)

Depends….If you ever have read Douglas Adams, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy….Dolphins are the second most intelligent animals on earth….the most intelligent is actually mice, which are brilliant tran-dimensional beings who happen to physically manifest as mice and use humans for experiments by seeing our reaction as they run around chasing cheese, and break into chemical test facilities to see what we are up to….Humans are in fact only the third most intelligent….at best….of course the great philosophers Savage Garden once saidI've been having difficulties keeping to myself,
feelings and emotions better left up on the shelf. Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie. Which one is more human? There's a thought, now you decide.”

Gozhor: “Are you a God?”

Ray: “Well……No”

Gozhor: “Then…Die”…..shoots lightening at Ghostbusters almost pushing them off the roof.

As they begin to recover

Winston: “RAY….IF someone asks if you’re a God….you say…..YES!”

If we’ve reached the pinnacle…..then the bar hasn’t beet set very high….maybe the big red button is a better idea than I thought…..Maybe we should ask the mice….or the dolphins….Actually I think children are the foremost authorities on fixing society….that’s where we’ve gone wrong…we let adults run things…We should have learned from Willy Wonka.

All indications lead to no….see below “death of soul”

Death of Soul: The definition of a soul is generally thought of the unseen part of us that is the center of our understanding and being. As to the death thereof…it can only truly die if we ourselves die….But it can be on the cusp of life support. There are people who’s souls are so badly beaten and life has been sucked out of them, that nobody would know their soul was still alive. They are the Forgotten, the people that nobody see, or care about….who reach a point where they walk through a crowd of people that even they would call friends….and nobody can truly see them, or know them, maybe not because they don’t care….but the friends just don’t put in the effort, and the soul is so badly hurt that it can’t help itself any more than someone in a coma could climb a mountain alone. At that point many time the soul dies…sadly along with the person, forgotten and in despair.

Flame-metaphor for soul…see above “Death of Soul”

No….but many types of grief are the same…even though it may not seem that way when your in the midst of it…people who have experience a similar different grief, understand…it is just when we are grieving we generally are isolatory.

I have no real life basis, but I think the power of love in most cases is either parents love is only surpassed by that of God….of course in the same paragraph you see parent abandonment…so the answer is yes and no…..Circumstantial contingency

Because we are at a time in our lives where it is all change….all in a row…and you are supposed to be all growed up now….and know everything…the world surrounds you as you feel the pressure of going to college, finishing college, finding a job, likeing or disliking your job, find another job, pay rent, decide to marry, or not to marry…The unknowns hit at every corner….making anything solid hard to grasp onto. At a time when everything is in questioned, including beliefs, your mind is now in the why mode, and wants to set the foundation. And the hardest thing is belief, for it is so important but not in the worldy way, you will not starve or die from disbelief, and the world tells so many messages. But the part of you nags for it, and uncertainty begs, because in the end all the choices you have to make must be based out of this belief…making it center and important…..craziness!

Because light seeks to fill everywhere, only when tunneled does it appear the brightest because it is isolated into one single beam.

Because only when we are surrounded in the darkest tunnel do we so clearly see the Son as the only way, truth or light.

Because the adversary satan, sits in the end of the tunnel at the door of which God knocks, and blocks his light, and tells us there is no door, or light, and blasting the world around us, and beating us down with the pain in the world, so we cannot hear God knocking. Unfortunately all I can tell you is…Maybe your so good and influential you are in a state of growing through time in the dark tunnel, like Job, you are being tempered like steel, luckily not quite as painfully. Even he faltered and cried out “Where are you Lord”, and when the time of his temperament was over he saw God more bright than those around him, and was blessed more for his excessive time in the tunnel. And also that in my life so many times I have been in that tunnel….I was in that tunnel for many years, I cried to him for help….and was beaten down….I was on the very edge of my soul dying…I felt I was alone and in despair…..God did see when I had been tempered enough….and he said “To Hell with this”, and knocked the door down, and through people and some interesting events created a place for me to trust him…I falter at times, but I know he is always there…and that there is no obstacle that satan can build that he cannot knock down.

Well…yeah….Life Sucks Then You die…giving you something to look forward to.

At times we don’t have the proper point of reference, at others because we are not prepared for it. But there are times I have experience true wonder….It is different for everyone....but I think if you watch for it….you’ll find it….about as clear as mud….but not everything is crystal….and I’m not that smart….so basically you’re skrewed.

YES, it would mean true color in a color confined world…inspiring some child to go nuts and start using other colors like fusia! The Adults would remain neutral…except for a rare few who see....maybe we should start looking into this whole child’s open mind thing.

Science and obvious evidence indicates yes…it is the actions that are a bit shady at times…

I think too many people cry tears for our fallen world, but too few cry for our fallen world as they race into battle to lift it back up!

Because their souls are broken by evil men, and they are under the adversaries lies, fear and despair. The lies of “I have made a commitment to him”, or “If I leave he will hurt my friends and family that help me, I don’t want them to get hurt”, “This is between me and him, I don’t want to involve others in our marriage”, or just the soul loses trust in everyone, and in the worst cases, because they are convinced by those around them “This is the best I can do, I should be happy with it”. On a side note, if anyone reading this is in or knows of someone who is in call 1-800-799-SAFE (7233), or if any of my friends need help, or have friends that need help, call me and I don’t care if the person abusing you is Chuck Norris, I will help, pummeled or no…don’t lie to yourself, NOBODY deserves abuse and you owe the abuser NO loyalty.

A rape victim is in state of psychological trauma so great that their mind regresses the memory because it can’t handle it, or it denies the event, tries to make sense of a senseless crime or justifies it in there mind….Or they don’t want to burden other people once again….it is a difficult thing to deal with.

Murders who escape are generally very smart, and they have become bored, and think they are smarter than the system and they are going to prove it. It’s a pride thing…..Or they’re condoned by a Government….that also is a lot of cases….the difference between a Black Ops Military Sniper that shoots a child to hit an objective is no different than the Professional Killer who does the same…except one has a government telling them to do it. It is an interesting conundrum that my brother and I have debated for years, and is still a conflicted spot in my mind….But needless to say some people’s smarts and pride get the best of them, and they commit acts in what to them becomes almost a fictional game….the reality slowly disappears, and eventually it is what your good at it and the shock of watching the light and life leave someone’s eyes becomes just another mark.

I have struggled with this question….and I know God cares….but I know that they are still his child and he loves them….but it is a difficult question that all I can say is…”God knows”

Because people are idiots, prideful, egotistical, power and money driven selfish creature. Who only look out for “What can I get out of this” mentality, and “As long as I get ahead, screw the collateral damage of the people I hurt.”. ME, ME, ME. This is the reason we repeat history.

Because people are idiots etc.

Diddo.

In my experience this is a thin wire. You can never become calloused, at the same time you can never become too involved. You play the balancing beam of caring about the person and the problem. But do not feel you have to feel their pain. You must care and help and be there…in the end you have to realize it is their cross to bear and you can only give loving support.

I have seen many mothers cry over things their grown children have done.

Not all, but many have some history of abuse or seeing abusive acts.

Academically, people stop eating because they feel depressed, sometimes through a skewed version by inadequacy, so they try to make themselves happy by trying to become something that they see thin people are happy. Or they feel they’re life is so unpredictable and they feel they can’t control anything and so they look for something to control. Or they see no point and have given up on anything, nothing matters anymore.

Because brains are weird, we always cling to happy, and just prolong the pain. That’s a stupid answer….but and answer none the less.

If you believe God is God, and controls all….including your life….isn’t everything that happens to you, just life happening, through God’s will….It’s just sometimes we are considerate enough to ask, and sometimes God just knows us and is like “Here, take this, because your too dense or afraid to ask for it….But I love you so much, I’m not going to deprive you of it in your ignorance.”

God hears our cries, but he knows our lives, and our breaking points, and what we need to experience to become an effective tool if we truly love him. It is like the famous quote says, “I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much.” ~Mother Teresa/ Once again, see “JOB”

In my mind an acquaintance is someone you know, recognize, shoot the breeze with, and know each other a little, mainly superficial. A friend is someone who not only knows you but cares, the person who will listen for hours if you have a bad day, will drop everything at a moments notice if you are in real need. Someone who asks “How are you doing”, and really means it and won’t take “Okay”, as and answer.

Yes, it’s called a hurricane…or tornado….

Christians goes back to the people are selfish and stupid at times…..And in that moment they are anything but Christian.

Only through God…alone we are flawlessly flawed.

No, they can patch the wound, and they can try, but to heal yourself totally isolated is near to impossible. Physician heal thyself, is rarely a successful endeavor. And with emotionally deep wounds….many times God is the only one who can truly give consolace enough to recover, albeit through people at times, or sometimes between you and he.

Only if there are those who are willing to save it….see Jonah…..

I think you aren’t as far out there as you think. Give yourself credit, and time and you’ll get through it.

Equal, but in different ways…we have our pro’s and con’s

I have been through many fog storms, and I just recently came out of one, and yet am still trapped in the middle of another, I like to multi-fog task. But if you are actively trying to get out, when the time is right….you will see the lighthouse, and FIREWORKS….unfortunately our timetable rarely aligns with God’s. Of course that’s why he gives us real friends to stand by us, and play Marco-Polo in the fog with!!!

Shhh…don’t tell anyone….but as a closet hopeless romantic….I think so…maybe not everything is always happily ever after…but to me true love is the love where you have a fight and yell and scream and are so pissed off you want to break a chair over each others head….then five minutes later your that much more in love, understanding and accepting each others faults, to the point they start to become cute…and even as you fall into your fault the other person calls you on it…and you can’t help but feel sheepish and laugh together….supplementing and truly being companions to help and love and have your own version of happily ever after.

If you want a nice long debate on this talk to Spencer, but as far as my view, there are two absolute truths I can guarantee….death and taxes….

Yes, people who have given up to the point they actually lower white cell counts and cause critical chemical imbalances…the brain is very powerful….that’s not included those whose emotional is so painful that they feel ending their lives is the only way out.

A Chris Brown song, that somebody had a really cool wedding too, do I need to refresh the memory http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8DCt3Lmi28!

Well, if the atheists are right, a buffet for bugs, or Hell, unless you go Hindu….then you might be a squirrel in which case, I think you should run up somebody’s pants….or you might because a sloth…that might be relaxing….

Yes, but Winnie the Pooh would be very disappointed.

No…..neither could we for that matter….sun=good, SON=good….hmmmm interesting how that works.

That is up to you….as for me I would not, nor could not be here without the Son, he and I but heads on occasion, and the world consumes me at times, but he is always there, knocking, ready to knock it down and break it off if he needs too. And that is what make his love so infinite, and unconditional and AWESOME!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

AwesomIe God, Awesome Friends and my Awesome and Incredibly Awkward life

As anyone who has read my recent blogs knows, I have been in a real funk and struggling with a lot of issues especially on the social and professional front. I have been barraged recently with life….it doesn’t seem to stop….or even slow down. I feel like I am on a roller coaster, just plummeting up and down, and going in circles, just following the track, not able to do anything but charge ahead, because I can’t jump the moving roller coaster. Of course I chose to get on the roller coaster, and had seen from a distance what was ahead, and thought…..”I can take it”.
Of course now I am looking at yet a larger roller coaster….much larger…. imagine a roller coaster of just sheer up and downs one after another and loops in between…..and I am like….”I would have to be insane to try that”……but then a number was written, and a lot of zero’s were put next to it if I jump on this roller coaster…..my weakness….so the insanity started to set in and I started to think “Okay, but only for a year, and then I’ll think about it…..I mean it’s only a year….right?” It would mean displacing my life, I would have to move and my Warp Factor 7 life would crank up to Warp Factor 10 ½ I would also be doing something that I like least, and put myself in a position of great power and responsibility, along with it come a lot of temptations of the world. But when the zero’s got involved it peaked my interest….all of a sudden the weak man inside me felt validated, I was becoming greater. But in the same moment deep down, every real part of me knew, that like a crack addict, saying just one more hit, I was only fooling myself with one year.
I have been praying and struggling with these things for the last couple of weeks, and have felt like I was in a complete funk….that and because of my recent default promotion, my schedule is non-stop, I forget where the hell I am some days….I’ll go to window and open the blinds and be like, WTH…. What is the Space Needle doing in NY…..then a couple minutes later it hit’s me….Oh, wait, I must be in Seattle…No joke….I actually thought that one day.
Also I haven’t been sleeping so well, I get really bad night terrors and lately they are paralytic….my mind wakes to the half dream state….and I have the MOST dreaded feeling, like something bad is going to happen, or that someone is in my house…..but I can’t move, all I can do is look, with utter dread that harm will come to m; but I never quite wake up, so I fall back to sleep and then repeat….it doesn’t make for some restful nights; and doesn’t make me really want to close my eyes period, with as much sleep as I get anyways…NOT GOOD.
Then there are some other things, which I won’t discuss, but it just has been getting deeper and deeper….literally there have been times I felt like I was in a nervous breakdown…..and I may not be out of the woods yet…but I can see the sunlight at the end of them.
I prayed and prayed and prayed, and read my bible, I read some other books that have inspired me in the past…and prayed some more….and seemed to get nothing….until one day I was reading what to me is the corny classic scripture….having grown up LDS….read a hundred times…but the meaning has never rang true to me, I was reading James 2:20-25
20You foolish man, do you want evidence that faith without deeds is useless[d]? 21Was not our ancestor Abraham considered righteous for what he did when he offered his son Isaac on the altar? 22You see that his faith and his actions were working together, and his faith was made complete by what he did. 23And the scripture was fulfilled that says, "Abraham believed God, and it was credited to him as righteousness,"[e] and he was called God's friend. 24You see that a person is justified by what he does and not by faith alone.
25In the same way, was not even Rahab the prostitute considered righteous for what she did when she gave lodging to the spies and sent them off in a different direction? 26As the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without deeds is dead.

God was like *SMACK*, with a 2x4 moment, I realized for all the praying I was doing, asking God to help me, thanking him for the comfort, God said “Look in front of you, and locomote your metatarsals!”. Of course me being the incredibly intelligent person I am, I thought about this passing thought, then let it pass as the phone went off….the adversary has a way with distractions…but God knows when we are weak and knows when we just need to be led by the hand…about an hour or so later a friend texted me some comfort…and then was like we should get together. My first thought (nothing against you friend) was “Oh, no not another thing to schedule”, so I sent a generic text with my less busy days, that we should arrange it sometime…..and once again does not take long to be easily distracted by my life….I have a lot of the world yelling in my ears, invading my email, texting, IM’ing…it is loud with the many things of the world …..Then later that day I started to think about it…..another *SMACK* to the proverbial head, God has been sitting there tapping his foot at the door, waiting for me to get up and answer, slipping pieces of my blessing under the door, and yelling, get up you idiot! As I sat in a chair in the room saying help me, help me, ignoring the doorbell. It was that smack that the meaning of the verse hit me: Faith without Works, I was so busy praying and….being busy, that I wasn’t doing anything to make time or taking advantage of God trying to all but thrust a blessing at me, but he wasn’t going to ram it down my throat…..Just then I noticed long time friend online, whom we always talk about getting together for lunch….but never actually culminate until months later…..then I thought to myself, God has put people prominently in front of me….saying “Okay, Eric, I’m not doing everything, you gotta do two bits worth at least!”. I realized God had answered me by placing people around me. Now it was my turn to actually make an effort…the scary part…put faith in the Lord….and take action. So I talked to my old friend and set up a time within the week…..it was amazing….I also decided that people God put in front of me I was going to have real conversations. I was going to abandon my island I have created, I have worked so hard at isolating myself, that I was tying God’s hands, saying help me, while I ran. Then the same day I was meeting the one friend….God text, another friend wanted to do coffee that day, because they had some random time to kill. During both conversations, I opened a little…it felt good, I could talk to them and they listened and I listened to their advice and what they had to say….God worked his glorious wonder….I experienced trust…I can trust people, it was amazing.
Then yesterday, I was just randomly talking to my long time friend, and he recommended a book to me, called Wild at Heart: Discovering the Secret of a Man's Soul, by John Eldredge. Now people recommend books to me all the time, and I put them on the list, and generally optional reading I have little time for. But this was a trusted friend….and I felt like it was a God moment, he gave me a nudge…I looked on Amazon, where they had the first couple of pages. It intrigued me, but I had to catch a flight, and so stopped by B&N and picked it up. It wasn’t very long, so as I sat on the plane, I read it….I cried in parts (luckily the seats around me were empty….) because it described my pain so vividly, while confronting me head on. It came out and said what I needed to hear, that being wounded is not bad…not even uncommon….and the hardest part was to remove the object that caused the wound and let it heal….but how so many cling to the wound letting it fester and embitter us….how we search for validation, and accomplishment in success and direct our minds to worldly measures of success….It hurt…but oh so good…I’m allowed to be human…I’m allowed to make mistakes, and be hurt…but it was time to allow healing, and mostly to let God, and those God surrounds me with to help…and to need help is okay. It also put the grandios roller coaster with all it’s zeros in perspective….I wasn’t taking it for any other reason than my own foolish man centered pride of what I have been taught is self worth, and validation…trying to compensate for the wounds in my heart…creating one more diversion from ever having anyone see the real me, letting the wound fester that much longer….when God has awesome things for me to accomplish here…
I love how awesome God is, and how much he loves me, even when I’m being stupid, prideful Eric, he gently nudges me, holds my hand, and keeps the 2x4 handy….because some of us need a smack or two at time. And I love how I have such patient friends, who watch, but are willing to deal with imperfections, and my shortcomings. There is one more major thing that is a large wound in my heart…but God is still holding my hand, while I muster the ability to take action…but that is why God is so awesome…no matter what he’s there….loving us through it all.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

The Beginning

I am starting this blog, as mainly my way of putting things that I think of to a place where I can see them, collect them, and just try to contemplate where I am in life....I don't know if anyone is reading this, and if you are, WHY! Get a life I mean honestly you are reading a blog titled after a Moose...which is in itself an interesting blog, but probably not to you, really this is a place for my alter ego, the part of me that I fear, and look at in wonder. But really I don't know what this will turn into. But we shall see.