I picked up a book last week, when I was in the city. It was one I’ve been intending to get a hold of for quite a few months….all because of the cover.
On it, is a woman, obviously a warrior, with tattoos all over her body. She looks intent, and dangerous. On the surface, this appeals to me because I wish I was dangerous. Too many years of feeling helpless…too many times of letting harm come to me without fighting back. Yet, I’ve learned to fight. I’ve learned to stand firm…to push back if need be. But dangerous?
Anyways, what grabbed me was that the woman reminded me of a dream I had about 13 years ago. In it, I was the warrior. I remember hunting, searching for books that had words in them that I needed…but finding some too late. The words would disappear before I could read them all. I searched and searched….and as I read the words, new tattoos would appear on my person. Like a living story.
This dream has sat with me for a long time.
I had a purpose in that dream…something that I felt called to do.
I like that feeling of purpose..of being a part of something bigger than me. I like feeling like I accomplished something. I liked feeling like there was a place for me, something that I HAD to do, that I was created to do.
I wonder if I’ll ever feel like that in this reality?
Mike Said:
on January 19, 2009 at 7:37 am
Guess what sweetie? The dangerous ones are always the quiet ones who don’t say a lot. I think you fit that bill fine!
Ché V. Said:
on January 21, 2009 at 10:11 pm
Thanks, Mike.
I guess I go through times of still feeling so small…
Deacon Said:
on February 15, 2009 at 10:47 am
Usher: Deak, how come this person feels so bad. She didn’t blow up the economy, the pigs did. She didn’t abandon her children, either he did or the judge decided for her they would stay at home. She didn’t determine the rate of child support, the judge did.
Deacon: Usher, the humans live in a performance oriented society. They are rated for how much they make, how much they produce and how efficient they become, even if it means elimination. It’s kind of like capital genocide. Make your boss rich so he can get rid of you. It’s nothing new, Henry Ford figured it out to a science and then all the people with money simply execute it.
Usher: But what about the current meltdown? What happened there?
Deacon: GREED! Pure unadulterated greed. They ran out of people with great credit and real money, so they invented subprime lending and sold the poor down the river, bankrupting the middle-class in the process.
Usher: So what are the people to do?
Deacon: Stick their thumb up at the banking people, stop living on credit and tell their landlords and their mortgage companies that if they don’t lower the rent, they’ll move out or worse.
Usher: That won’t work for most. They’ll simply be left on the street.
Deacon: That’s when the real church will surface and real people of God will open their homes and their hearts and learn what it’s truly like to be the church.
Usher: You mean they’ll end up like us? Hanging out and waiting for God to bring the roadkill? And then they’ll actually have to share?
Deacon: Yep. That’s the long and short of it. The credit is gone and it ain’t never coming back. People are going to have to life without and then maybe the masses will rise up and tell the people of Oz (the people with the fake power behind the curtain) to shove it up their ass, that they’re not going to take it any more!!!!!!!
Полуэктт Электронович Said:
on November 13, 2009 at 9:22 pm
Здравствуйте , с chevachon.wordpress.com как можно обменяться ссылками?
Если конечно администрация этим занимается , куда писать? И что насчет расценнок?
p/s
Куда писать не знал поэтому написал сюда
если что извеняюсь перед администрацией.