Games

Games are fun. My favorites are Monopoly and Life. However, there are bigger games than these. They are our whole lives. As children we role play. One day we're the captain of a ship. Another day we are a mermaid. We are the protagonist and antagonist. I can remember pretending I was married to every single Osmond brother and wondering what my life might be with each. Wayne was very funny. However, Jay seemed the most charming. Or maybe it was Merryl.


If you look past the game of it all and the role playing, you'll grow to realize that all of life's rules are based upon someones game. Some of those games we like to play, others we don't. Our spirits tell us which ones are good for us. Too often one might linger in a game that brings harm upon themselves or others. God forbid anyone played my game. My game was "Mrs. Fix-it." I married someone my gut told me not to marry to find in a short while he was flawed with self destructing behaviors that extended into physical and emotional abuse upon me and ultimately my children. My strong belief and background was that love could conquer all. However, years of my love did not conquer him. Instead, damage was severe. I began to take upon myself his thoughts in a way to find a new peace. The psychological warfare I self inflicted was caustic and so destructive that my family, especially my children, suffer for a variety of emotional trauma from confidence issues to severe anger and pain. I played the game too long. It was not my game to play in the first place.


As we journey through life, age and a little wisdom should tell us when we are embarking upon a new game. Our inner guide will give us a little nudge ahead or tug back to give us help. The magic begins when we leave to follow that guide in spite of our feelings. Our feelings can hold us hostage and beget fear. Our fear causes us to allow our minds to wage terrorist thoughts upon us locking us down into the wrong things.


The big picture is that all of life is a game. We often take it too seriously. We should relax and be happy and enjoy ourselves. When we want to pursue a new role, we should embrace it knowing that all roles are there to teach us something but not there forever - young mother, child, daughter, sister, students, etc.


I pray we follow our inner compass more diligently and play only the games our souls need.

The Man From Alaska - June 8, 2010

The man from Alaska bore a stern majesty. His large statue alone would thwart most. He wore a baseball cap with "America's Homeland Security" scrolled on the visor with an American flag underneath. His sunglasses were a permanent part of his look straddled across the top of his head. His eyes were steel blue or green, depending on his passion, or so he would tell you. His Carhardt jeans fit his body well along with his 2X pocket tee. Although his Super Duty Ford pickup had air conditioning, he would rather ride 2-40, two windows down going 40 mph.


Alaska was his home for the past eight years. He lived in the bush not too far out of Fairbanks in his red-sided home. For sport he would go salmon fishing with his son and friends to Valdez or moose hunting in the range. He would rather defend against a grizzly bear than have an altercation with an alligator or a snake. There are no snakes in Alaska. But She wasn't there.


The man from Alaska was happy there yet in need of a true companion. This new call of the wild took the Alaska man far away from all he knew in search of someone who would have his back and walk stride for stride with him.


When the winter passed and the Alaska sun began to glow above the horizon again, the Alaska man hitched his 5th wheel camper with dozens of Carhardt jeans, his guitars, and his heart and he left his wild home to converge on what would prove more than he bargained for.

Emily was her name. She had been unlucky in love but had repositioned herself away from her home, her job, and most of the familiar to start again. She had also transformed her body from the stress-shackled blob down four sizes. She felt ready and fit to try again. Like the Alaska man, Emily had a past. Together they would work to build a new life together away from their lusterless past.

Patience - June 11, 2010

Patience bring a virtue is so cliche. It's companion is "stuff happens." I can feel my emotions unhinging when my patience is thoroughly tapped. I have felt it too often. Getting those "buttons pushed" leads to loss of control of the mind and everything gets messy. Using more words to clean it up makes it worse. I tend to engage with a support cadre of people to validate my frustration only to thrash the whole ordeal around until I feel worse.


I am learning how to take better control of my emotions. However, I am not perfect. I find I must dig deep for a similitude of inner light to guide me out of the dark despair of upsetville. When you think about it, we have all been so programmed to go with our feelings. Terms such as "so and so MADE me so upset" reveals a lack of self control and emotional immaturity, a.k.a. misery.


Abused people are often captive to hyper emotionalism in that they have learned to cope with their abuser by living in a reaction mode. Thus, the abused is crippled from independent thought and deed. Such sub par thinking stifles personal creativity and desire. Why try to only be put down by your abuser. this personal nightmare of the mind violates the God-intended and normal body rhythm that allows the soul to be one with our universe. It is the worst tragedy of the soul to live a half life.


Angry people are likewise stunted from a full, enslaved life. Such people's behavior patterns become locked in the negative, fault-finding mode begetting further negativity. This vicious cycle puts people often on the outside of full interaction with society as the soul clings to like minded antagonistic people. Energy is wasted on unproductive causes often lending to radical and extremist thinking - or worse, action. It is this extraneous and malevolent soul who strikes at the universe altering the rhythm of her nature. The Earth hears the cries of the victim and shutters at the horrific mentality of the angry.


So be patient. If a car does not pull off at the second the light turns green, relax and focus on the man-imposed meaning of time. Time is really multi-dimensional and will be appreciated someday. When others don't run your pace, maybe you h ave actually something to learn. Listen to your inner voice and be at peace. Think in your heart, "I love you" when dealing with others. Your thoughts emit sound waves and the law of attraction will eventually prevail. This is God in you. Be a little still and patient to truly hear through the calm to know how to be happy, even when your patience meter is tapped. May God bless and keep you.