Barak Obama

did not inherit a mess. This is a perfect opportunity to utilize all the wise resources available to him and adopt an unconventional approach to solving surmountable issues. If he follows his best visceral instincts and tackles these apparent obstacles without hesitation or doubt, his newborn perspectives will freely lead him to clearly defined answers and solutions for anything that comes down the pike. It will require his focused presence of mind, as well as effortless love and compassion not only for our nation, but also for himself as our designated leader.

He brought himself here and should trust in That Which Made him to supply the strength to carry him through successfully. He will have every advantage on all this encompasses if he deliberately surrenders all judgment and releases any preconceived ideas of how it appears on the surface.

He has everything he needs to accomplish the task ahead of him. It is up to him to realize this and to allow it to work for him rather than against him. Given enough sand, regardless of its origin, he will be able to build magnificent sandcastles and the whole world may play on the beach with him. Let us mindfully support him with pure selfless intentions and always give him the benefit of the doubt.

Together, we will prosper and grow as a nation and a community of the Earth. Let us raise the consciousness of the planet with beneficial orderly direction and good will to all men. Let us pull on the same side of the rope. We are doing it now. Let us continue without faltering. Remember discouragement is only an illusion of the mind. See all the inroads and discover the wormholes to peace. Failure is not an option.

Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. So, there I was at 35,000 feet, hanging’ by my jockstrap and the pilot says, “Two engine flameout.” Sheisters! Wrong story. Here we go. I know where I was. The Virgin Mary. ( Want the beginning of this experience? You need to read a letter from two weeks ago. Check the archive.)

From the time she arrived, and even while she was adjusting her position, with utmost focus and intention, this amazing being steadily maintained her compassionate gaze upon me. Her presence, although astounding, radiated a comforting joy while it commanded great respect. She communicated that I should not be afraid. She actually said, “Fear not. I have something to tell you. Pay attention and remember.” I listened intently to every nuance of her stunning unearthly voice with an enormous sense of awe and profound awareness. She spoke my name. This shook me to my core.

Without skipping a beat, she followed her address, commanding, “YOU shall name your child Paul.” Now I did what any mortified mortal would do under these bizarre circumstances and closed my eyes with disbelief. As I opened them, she ascended with her companions, straight up through the roof of the tent by the opening of the door flap. She left me with this, “Peace be with you. Know I am always with you, child. Now, go in peace.” I could see the wet grass outside the tent and was quite aware of the misty drizzle left from the previous night’s hard rain.

The morning sun was shining through open patches between the clouds in the overcast sky.

As I hurriedly scrambled, making my way to urgent relief in Camp Sergeant’s bathhouse, praying my bladder would not betray my pregnant body, I immediately began to doubt the unusual appearance of the blessed mother and worked on reasoning it away. Perhaps a stray magic mushroom in the camp couscous? Indigestion? Crossed ley lines? Pregnancy induced hallucination. Surely. Definitely. Positively. Absolutely. I reasoned. I justified. I denied.

Why in the hell would I want to name my firstborn child after a man who tortured me as a child? I had a dentist named Paul and the sadist never used anesthetic while he mercilessly drilled the juvenile molars in my little head. He always praised me for my bravery and patience after he inflicted pain only the Marathon Man would comprehend. Is it safe? The drunken pediatrician, with the life size FAO Scwartz animals- dinosaurs, lions, tigers, horses, giraffes- in the waiting room, was also named Paul. Regularly, I fainted on his office floor after being immunized. The name Paul conjured all sorts of negative connotations.

Six weeks later, after much ambivalence, I decided it was too flaky to name my child after a visitation I seriously doubted had occurred. That very night, as I lay dreaming, who should show up in the middle of my slumber, but the same woman who visited me in the tent.

This time, the earthly mother of Christ was in an open ended sheep fold approximately 15’x30’. She stood behind the woman directly responsible for the events leading to the conception of the child I carried within my body. Mary bent over the woman from behind, encircling her with her heavenly arms, directly looked at me and said, ”This IS also my child. You need to love her and understand her.”

Startled awake by this dream, I thought, “That’s it. Who am I to screw with the Virgin Mary?” Now, when I call my beautiful son from playing outside, you may hear me beckon, “Paul, it is time to come inside the house. Please wash up for dinner. “ For twelve years, this secret has been has harbored in my heart and I have pondered its meaning. I have not reached a satisfactory conclusion concerning these events or their relevance, but I can tell you this: If the Virgin Mary reveals herself to you, it probably would be a good idea to pay attention and let it be.

1655HRS13NOV08 ScintillaFlyAllRightsReserved

Copyright2008DagonArts

Got it all- late though.

G.N. sucked royally. Get on the stick, man. Live and breathe where you feel most comfortable. This freedom? You are right.

TYAI

Barak Obama

did not inherit a mess. This is a perfect opportunity to utilize all the wise resources available to him and adopt an unconventional approach to solving surmountable issues. If he follows his best visceral instincts and tackles these apparent obstacles without hesitation or doubt, his newborn perspectives will freely lead him to clearly defined answers and solutions for anything that comes down the pike. It will require his focused presence of mind, as well as effortless love and compassion not only for our nation, but also for himself as our designated leader.

He brought himself here and should trust in That Which Made him to supply the strength to carry him through successfully. He will have every advantage on all this encompasses if he deliberately surrenders all judgment and releases any preconceived ideas of how it appears on the surface.

He has everything he needs to accomplish the task ahead of him. It is up to him to realize this and to allow it to work for him rather than against him. Given enough sand, regardless of its origin, he will be able to build magnificent sandcastles and the whole world may play on the beach with him. Let us mindfully support him with pure selfless intentions and always give him the benefit of the doubt.

Together, we will prosper and grow as a nation and a community of the Earth. Let us raise the consciousness of the planet with beneficial orderly direction and good will to all men. Let us pull on the same side of the rope. We are doing it now. Let us continue without faltering. Remember discouragement is only an illusion of the mind. See all the inroads and discover the wormholes to peace. Failure is not an option.

Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. So, there I was at 35,000 feet, hanging’ by my jockstrap and the pilot says, “Two engine flameout.” Sheisters! Wrong story. Here we go. I know where I was. The Virgin Mary. ( Want the beginning of this experience? You need to read a letter from two weeks ago. Check the archive.)

From the time she arrived, and even while she was adjusting her position, with utmost focus and intention, this amazing being steadily maintained her compassionate gaze upon me. Her presence, although astounding, radiated a comforting joy while it commanded great respect. She communicated that I should not be afraid. She actually said, “Fear not. I have something to tell you. Pay attention and remember.” I listened intently to every nuance of her stunning unearthly voice with an enormous sense of awe and profound awareness. She spoke my name. This shook me to my core.

Without skipping a beat, she followed her address, commanding, “YOU shall name your child Paul.” Now I did what any mortified mortal would do under these bizarre circumstances and closed my eyes with disbelief. As I opened them, she ascended with her companions, straight up through the roof of the tent by the opening of the door flap. She left me with this, “Peace be with you. Know I am always with you, child. Now, go in peace.” I could see the wet grass outside the tent and was quite aware of the misty drizzle left from the previous night’s hard rain.

The morning sun was shining through open patches between the clouds in the overcast sky.

As I hurriedly scrambled, making my way to urgent relief in Camp Sergeant’s bathhouse, praying my bladder would not betray my pregnant body, I immediately began to doubt the unusual appearance of the blessed mother and worked on reasoning it away. Perhaps a stray magic mushroom in the camp couscous? Indigestion? Crossed ley lines? Pregnancy induced hallucination. Surely. Definitely. Positively. Absolutely. I reasoned. I justified. I denied.

Why in the hell would I want to name my firstborn child after a man who tortured me as a child? I had a dentist named Paul and the sadist never used anesthetic while he mercilessly drilled the juvenile molars in my little head. He always praised me for my bravery and patience after he inflicted pain only the Marathon Man would comprehend. Is it safe? The drunken pediatrician, with the life size FAOScwartz animals- dinosaurs, lions, tigers, horses, giraffes- in the waiting room, was also named Paul. Regularly, I fainted on his office floor after being immunized. The name Paul conjured all sorts of negative connotations.

Six weeks later, after much ambivalence, I decided it was too flaky to name my child after a visitation I seriously doubted had occurred. That very night, as I lay dreaming, who should show up in the middle of my slumber, but the same woman who visited me in the tent.

This time, the earthly mother of Christ was in an open ended sheep fold approximately 15’x30’. She stood behind the woman directly responsible for the events leading to the conception of the child I carried within my body. Mary bent over the woman from behind, encircling her with her heavenly arms, directly looked at me and said, ”This IS also my child. You need to love her and understand her.”

Startled awake by this dream, I thought, “That’s it. Who am I to screw with the Virgin Mary?” Now, when I call my beautiful son from playing outside, you may hear me beckon, “Paul, it is time to come inside the house. Please wash up for dinner. “ For twelve years, this secret has been has harbored in my heart and I have pondered its meaning. I have not reached a satisfactory conclusion concerning these events or their relevance, but I can tell you this: If the Virgin Mary reveals herself to you, it probably would be a good idea to pay attention and let it be.

1655HRS13NOV08 ScintillaFly AllRightsReserved

Copyright2008DagonArts

Got it all- late though.

G.N. sucked royally. Get on the stick, man. Live and breathe where you feel most comfortable. This freedom? You are right.

TYAI