Some day I will sit down at
peace with a clear mind and a clear idea of what to write about... some
day hopefully in this life.
As a human male over age 50 citizen of the US etc... not that
that has anything to do with my troubles I will testify here that I am
wracked with insomnia these past weeks have been the worse ever. I am not
sure why I am that way I would say that there is a severe imbalance with
various aspects of my life that need to be corrected very soon. Will they
be? Do I know how to take the steps to bring some Peace into my life or am
I destined to simply live out my Life as God so meanly spoke to me in a
rather nasty dream with 'No Peace hah hah hah...'
As I vainly struggled to fix the door to my bedroom while
my sister and my father
shrugged and wondered why they don't have any trouble to the door of their
bedrooms, while mine for some reason always seemed to have some strange
sound
like an eerie wind blowing through and then that wind picked up again and
transformed itself as in some grade B horror movie into the voice of GOD
or whoever with his windy edict and I wake up soul cringing from the
echoes of my brains words...
I prefer to believe that that dream emerged from my subconscious
and wasn't actually the word of God though I do not know that for certain.
That was a few months ago and I don't why I need to bring that horrible
dream up undoubtedly the worse dream of my existence because for the most
part I have passed through days
and have put that into the perspective of someone who has not given up on
my relationship to God and who prays that somehow that I will somehow
indeed stand or sleep in Peace again...
So it's 4:45 AM PST. All souls in this world are soundly
asleep being rejuvenated through that fabulous process living in their
dreams...I am here at this machine apparently ready to again share too
much information.
I drove through the Central Valley of California, the
fabulous highway 5, a few weeks back on my way to my lovely Niece, Shana's
wedding. I left that day about this time pondering.. why try to sleep just
get up and drive...? By the time I was out of the bay area the sun
was rising, the hills of California were simply luscious in their spring
coats of Emerald isle green. I stopped once or twice for naps.. that
seemed to work somewhat. As I cruised I listened to AM radio and found
sports radio, Rush Limbaugh, some classic Rock (Praise the Lord!) and lots
of Christian Programming...
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My mind played out it's thoughts of self and purpose and good
and bad and I just listened to what everyone had to say... The University
of the Pacific fans were flying high over their team making it into the
NCAA basketball tournament I saw a number of vehicles on the road with signs exhorting the
Tigers on did they make it to the sweet 16? I forget...
If you were a sports fan last weekends games were just
extraordinary. One has to realize that these amateur athletes these young
students from all over the nation, are not millionaires and for 80 or 90
percent they will not become pros... This is it. this is the week of their
lives... I am digressing... Bravo!
Someone has to lose...be very proud to have played.
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Rush Limbaugh suggests that the Universities should be
allowed to have two liberals on every campus just to remind everyone how
wacko their ideas are...
I think like George Bush he is a bit full of himself these days.. perhaps
every day for Rush. Some scholar went off on what an outrage that we are
even considering granting any rights to the terrorists in
Guantanamo. Judicial insanity he said...
again that liberal squishiness...that so many are so sick of. Due process
but not for evil people that's what I think he is saying.
I found some talk on the Old testament but he was missing the
exciting stories. I listened to a recording of a testimonial of a great
Christian Preacher his daughter spoke of him with such devotion and in
such glowing terms... it was inspiring and I pondered the meaning of being
a great Father all I can do is look back since I have never been one
myself and have not even handled being a Godfather... many many years ago
and my Godson and parents moved on and I have no idea I am sure they have
all disowned me... another thing to feel guilt about..!
My godson was named after a prophet though and I can't
remember which.
Must have been Elijah... praise the lord, love you M&L where
ever you are.
I loved the talk she gave about her father and the Reverend spoke
and he seemed
absolutely genuine and full of a gift of Love and he moved me a bit and I
know that
the Christian religion has an ocean of beautiful people trying their best
to Live fully awakened Spiritual lives... I think many who have left that
place of Christianity for anything but religion because of... the
Judgementfulness, because of the Hypocrisy
and whatever real or imagined failings they perceive might need to lighten
up a bit
and recognize that there are people out there who are very genuine and
uphold a very high connection to something genuine. Family and marriage
and responsibility etc... there is nothing wrong with that! There is
nothing wrong with trying to create a strong foundation for a Life on
Earth.
There is a movement to really take over more and more of the
culture of the USA
and this potent Christian force with its conservative leanings is very
real and as you drive through the great California Valley you hear it.
Then there is still the force of popular culture that stands outside this
religion, there are strands of those who mock
this unhip world of Churchgoers it is evident here and there you hear a
lot of talk among the liberal world of a creeping Fascism alive in the US
masked by a facade of
Christian Godliness. There is a thought in conservative circles that they
are actually going to achieve some form of triumph even greater than what
they now hold in terms of bringing Christian Values to the fore in this
nation.
I was thinking of all these things as I drove through the valley
and tonight again.
I drove through in my little '87 Toyota Tercel barely making 60 miles an
hour as the traffic zoomed by get out of the way you little bum said the
18 wheelers as they roared past. Towards the southern end of the valley I
pulled off when I saw the sign for the Tule Elk Preserve and found it a
mile or so off the highway. There were a few of the big creatures out
there in the meadow relaxing fenced in they have a few acres to wander in.
There used to be herds of them... thousands across the valley. there were
a lot of things that used to be. I love wildness and freedom so I get
nostalgic... So I took another nap and then got back out on the highway. A
little green Toyota Tercel about as old as mine ...zooms by about 75 mph.
Bastard! I said to myself.. how the heck can he do that...?
Then I went back to spiritual issues and the radio and this was
mindblowing I am hearing an Atheist in a full flamed empirical discussion
trying to prove that all religion is completely nuts! This in the central
valley.. Wow! I keep listening and soon it appears that I am in the midst
of an actual recorded debate with a theologian and I still can't believe
that Conservative Religion would even give the guy a chance in the pulpit
but they did and he even had the last word. But to me they were just a
couple of ships passing in the night neither heard a word the other was
saying. The atheist's
attempt to prove or to suggest that if God existed he must be
diabolical... I can't relate to that despite my bad dreams and human
history.... Anyways turned out that show was some Catholic programming and
I said to myself. Right on! Spread some catholic messages here and there
break up the fundamentalist monopoly.. I have thought at times the concept
of original sin to be a very valuable concept to keep all our egos in
check. Taste a little of the Yin and Yang .. you think you are
really saved ...you have the audacity.. the temerity to believe
that you can walk up to heaven and God will not judge you! You think that
Spiritual Pride will give you a free ride!
Lot's of thoughts as I drive through the valley. At the
southern end of this vast valley all of a sudden you have only one choice
if you want to reach LA. You must begin an awesome little grade that will
get you up almost a mile above sea level in a very short time. It's called
'the Grapevine' for some reason also Tejon Pass. I am leaving the valley
and it's been a good five hour drive full of soulsaving ponderings and as I cruise on up the hill doing just fine over there up ahead on the
right aha... there is that little green Tercel with it's hood up, parked
on the side of the road. This mountain is a bear, a monster, it will
destroy your poor overheated little vehicle like that. Snap! and I just
gloat in my instant of Nyah Nyah... Hah hah he who drives his Tercel too
fast gets burned....
But no sooner than these thoughts pass my mind... then I find
myself
glancing at my own thermometer and Holy CMoly son of a Gun, the Needle is
straight up in the Red Zone..... Sheeesh!!!!!!
Well I make it over to the side of the road just a little farther
up on the road around the curve thankfully where the Tercels don't have to
look at each other in their despair. I get under the hood and decide that
I don't even want to check the water
until things cool down so I say.. wait 20 minutes Guy. So I proceed to do
that noticing that I at least have one 8 oz bottle of spring water and
wonder how far further up the hill that will that get me. Well about 10
minutes past and I am standing there when... it's a funny world this
little green Tercel pulls up behind me. This young man jumps out. 'You
need any help?' Well I said, pretending calm.. I am just gonna let the
engine cool down and check the water. Here let me see he says like
he knows that I am basically a mechanical idiot.... I try to get him a rag
but he already expertly has opened the radiator cap to minimum release and
he goes back to his car and lugs out a big container of water and says to
me start the engine and I was being so dumb I even forgot that you never
want to put cold water into an overheated engine unless the engine is
running... he reminds me you don't want to crack the block. All that got
taken care of and the thermostat got back to about 50 % and I am
thinking... well what a bum I am! Mr Nyah Nyah gets saved by the fellow I
passed by. I tried to tell him that I am a complete wretch who didn't
deserve to be rescued but I didn't try quite that hard and merely said I
am a slight wretch...no that's not true anyways I was in a marvelous,
giddy still red in the face from embarrassment state, believing in some
divine Mystery all the more. I thanked him his name I think was Jay he was
heading to Arizona to be with a girl friend. I wanted to grill him. Why
did you do this? Are you 'saved' are you an evangelical are you ??? What
was your motivation?
In my thanks there may have been some hint of a question.
He had sort of a shaved buzz cut, he had a cigarette that he kept in
his mouth as he did his work. 'I like to help.' he said with a
shrug.
Thanks J it was a marvelous ride through the Central Valley.
Guy Meyer,
Jr.
April 3, 2005
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