Today´s prayer.

Allow me to understand what the name of Rosa Gómez means, since I heard a voice saying so. Was it You, Lord Jesus? I know you yourselves are bloggers since the time you began to help human to write and scroll your Torah for Jews, and then made it complete for us in the Bible. Have you made it plain for people? Not everybody sees the landmarks you set in history to be seen... Some people think wrongly about you, same way I often do, and are blaming you for their shortcomings, hardships, etc. FORGIVE THEM! Forgive me too! I know I´m an ugly blot, handicapped in so many ways (like any other elf) but there´s no need to pretend I´m taller than these 5,7 you granted me and you were right when I made a mistake checking how “well” endowed I was, (but according to worldly standards). What if you had given me a log, instead of a leg? What is it to rest of the world if you gave me a prosthesis or a dead tongue for penis? Sometimes I am touchy, selfcompassioned and too concerned for simple matters, but one thing I ask, Lord, I don´t want to be loved for "a" thing. I want to love no one for monetary status or bodyly hedonism (Matt. 16:26). I´ll keep on seeking that one as long as you allow me to, ´cos you´re coming to save Souls. Give some other people the insight they are seeking and longing for! Because I know, if we were given the full power (E=m.c2), we would be or act willinfully to hurt or wrong ourselves and others, and there would be no turning back to repent. I´ll be hopeless myself! I thank you for helping me not to trust in me any longer... I remember the words of Jesus, talking to His disciples (Matt. 17:20) If I were endowed with such faith power I would have moved another´s mountain to get my will done same way I ussually change my bed blankets. I´m a bad kind of street preacher, but I thank both you for having sent that young man to say anything good about what I tried to say yesterday. I ask you to draw closer those you are calling, so I could speak softly and meet them somehow, anyday. Thank you, Heavenly Father! I thank your Son, Jesus, too. I´m not worthy to comprenhend well these things now, but I beg you to control my pushing emotions and heartbeat, because I want to fly instead of following your steps, and I regret not having a bike or a car to use those wheels to run my race faster and get whatever thing I wanted to achieve. Forgive me Lord! Now I´m crying and my tears show how selfcentered I am. I haven´t seen your whole world, in part I know your truth and this helps me understand how many blessing you have poured in my life, things I cannot write or think of. No matter how many things hinder me and my way, I´m the only “thing” I am. I am me and the “everything” I´ve got to walk on next life. Here, at the mountaintop of 45, I can see farther how long our walk has been. I´ve made wrong and want to make somethings new. There´s no need to look back! You´ve gave me everything I needed to go back home. HELP me loose (and leave) whatever thing I intended to keep. I´m in need of knowing the man YOU want me to be.In the name of Jesus Christ.

(Now I know what I´ve done).

Rabbit watching.

Rabbit watching.

I have rabbits at home. I like their sof fur and harebrained attitudes. I have learnt too many things related to animals and human behaviour since the time I´ve got them. If you want to learn ANYTHING about animals or people just watch these kitties.


Once a month these “girls” are in heat. If left alone they behave wild, as having sex with one another, but they need a “male” rabbit to help fulfill their aim or endocrine normal condition. Once that male has sorted out the “problem” these girls avoid his attentiveness and touching, so I have to move him. Otherwise else he will loose part of his body. After 28 days, or a little more, rabbits bring half a dozen lads to be nurtured up to an additional moth. Do they act like people´s behaviour? Who taught them about needs or body-sex movements? (Not me!).


Sex is within us! I can not prove it is in chromosomes or beneath mind, but by behaving or with animal life. I may act like mice or a rabbit, but I might not be an angel, as long as I lack wings.


Nowadays we´re proud of Human Rights. We´re fond of them! But we keep animals imprisoned the way I do. We keep them restrained with foolish hope they learn “good manners” or are kept just for food and pleasure, but they won´t grow up denying themselves. Why do we deny if we´re alive and have inner needs?


We are proud of progress or freedom, but controlling others´ life with the view the grow cold or in cretinism, so they could fit our interest or benefits: That´s what we call “value”. In the long run, we can´t eat rabbits, pigs or whatever might be, without seeing them to “behave” the way societies´ hypocrisy, politicians´”authority” and religiuos leaders have planned us to be.


Each time I see my rabbits in their ugly cages I see myself the way I´ve been raised, trained or restrained. I´ve got them to please my hands by touching, but I also kill them for food or when room is needed there. Don´t you think that happens to humankind? Don´t you feel we´re in a kind of cage named earth?


We world is a lab. We are to suffer certain pains as long as we get the sublime and needed knowledge to learn the LOVE lesson or rank the exalted GLORY to understand the whole of this humbled condition: Being away from the Godhead and galaxies of Heavens.


We´re fond the way we live and happy for laws that grants some people to change penis for vaginas. Did God stopped me to be what I am? Does He know the reasons that push us to be the way we are? Sure He Knows! but religiuos beings have taken the task to tell us how we ought to live and be. Did Jesus ask that “adulterer” to stop sinning or stop having a mate? (I refer to Jonh 8:1-11) How did He said what He said? He didn´t judge that or blamed but ASKED! God knows everything we do, and I say it because I know He knows (Have you asked the Godhead to show up in your life and condition?).


I may hate blacks or whites. I dislike denominations (and certain leaders) because they pushed me to believe the way they believe, but this issue belongs to God´s realm, not human´s (John 6:44-45). All of us write about what we believe, but the world have to have their own experience, so they can make a choice and believe in the One who says He is and will be, someday!


We, legally, have done happily without religion -and certain laws- to allow ourselves to be the way we want to be. I can be satanist, muslim, jew or christian. I can be a doctor, or a thief because I have the right: The law allows me to! And I can hid my face from public sight but I cannot hid from the One who serches my whole life. I wish you see what He has shown what future would be...


We are limited to certain conditions –like chat rules or contrasts- but, at the long run, we dislike to be longing because we have biological needs and longing for satisfaction... This reminded me of an old song: “Everybody needs love and affection. Everybody needs cash to spend. Everybody needs sex (?) and attention. Everybody needs 2 or 3 friends. These are the things, these are the things (Bis) the things the dreams are made of...”


We have animal behaviour. We have strong drives, but limited because rules or social cages. We often behave like rabbits in our cages seeking for satisfaction, deep affection and do whatever thing to accomplish them.

Sometimes we do wrong. We fail in several aspects in the world somebody has made for any reason. If He made it for a complicated reason, we act the opposite way; but the Creator has made an amendment for our shortcomings. He made an atonement for our transgressions, taking the blame we deserve and making provision for His fault: Leaving us alone for centuries.

No matter how many rules we have broken, He made himself "guilt" for our hittings and rabbit´s bitings. The amendment He made was on the atonement done in and with His son, Jesus Christ. The standard He set IS so high, that no one could fulfill. By laws we could be killers, covetous, homosexuals, male or female prostitutes, but that is according to some State contries or certain legal conditions. Could I be morally one of those, everywhere?

If the Bible says the truth -I don´t know- we can´t be what we are pleased. According to my life experience, what I´m being granted, I cannot do what I want or plan. There´s a block that hinders me and my way and, as longer as I¨ve fought, I can´t beat the One who rules my circunstances and finally my life: There´s One God and His son Jesus, the Christ, who rules my whole life with His bond-love and the Spirit of my mind: I surrendered! He is my Lord and Saviour.

(I will finish my handwriting someday, if allowed to!)

P.S.
I set my rabbits FREE. I don't want any killed!



Some credit for the photo at:
http://www.pet-rabbit-care-information.com/

Para una mujer de la Hardley-Davidson.

Monday, July 31, 2006

No recuerdo qué me trajo a la ciudad... Había una molesta congestión de tráfico automotor, donde unos y otros parecían saludarse de tanto tropezar. Se movían, pero no con la ligereza de una autopista despejada. Me subí con ella y sus confiados movimientos me inspiraban seguridad, por su desenvoltura. Al manejar, mantenía una distancia prudente entre los autos y nosotros, aunque parecía saludarse con algunos de ellos; pero sin maniobrar arriesgadamente.Poco a poco, nuestro camino y paisaje se iba despejando. No percibí el momento cuando esa dama comenzó a charlar con su teléfono “manos libres”, pero -sólo esa vez- pude notar la hermosa presencia de pecas en lo alto de su espalda; pues, como el tráfico nos dejaba libres, pude ver lo que tenía tan cerca, sin cuidarme de miradasa amenazantes...No hice caso de su monólogo, me embelesaba -más bien- con el sonido de ese gran motor que, poco a poco, parecía respirar holgadamente la marcha de la distancia, sin producir abruptamente ruidos, y que como un caballo de paso, marchaba a trote: ¡con pura libertad!Entrábamos en la autopista, mientras su conversación telefónica dejó de ser trivial y parecía cuidarse menos, aunque lo que ya decía rayaba en confidencias entre amigas: No se guardó de mí. ¡No puso reparo en que la escuchaba!Me enteré de tantas cosas y detalles, que no viene al caso enumerar, pero -su compañero- el que había elegido para toda una vida, ya no estaba con ella: Ya no salían juntos, no se esperaban como antes y, cuando emprendían un viaje en sus motos, él llevaba otro curso... ¡qué decir del regreso! Le sorprendía en casa con otra o lo descubría con otra mujer...No sé en qué momento -en una de las curvas- salimos despedidos de nuestro canal. Casi fuimos embestidos por un auto que venía en sentido contrario. Esa dama de lentes negros -muy hábilmente- maniobró para saltar una isla y meterse en el canal correspondiente, pero sin dejar de explicar las razones del descuido que nos llevaron a eso, por sobre sus espaldas. Siguió hablando con aquella amiga y sentí el estremecimiento de todo su ser, cuando confesó que le era perferible morir a seguir viviendo así con ese ser... Por instinto, de pura intuición, mis brazos saltaron hasta el manubrio para conducir la motocicleta. Ella lloraba tan desconsoladamente, que había descuidado nuevamente el camino y la velocidad -ya más de 100 km- ¡Y yo estaba con ella! ¡Lloraba con ella! ¡Iba y sentía como ella!La abracé entre mis brazos al control del vehículo. Mientras nos consolábamos el llanto y la aflicción, le indiqué que no éramos los únicos, que mi alma también padecía... pero la marcha nos llevaba a otra ciudad, la que nos recibía con desgano, con gente cruzándose en la avenida e interponiéndose a nuestro paso, para lanzarnos bombas de agua, pues, celebraban el carnaval.Con la izquierda de mi rostro -y parte de mi cuerpo- quise evitar que le pegaran algún objeto, aunque ya nos mojaban... No supe bajar las velocidades, aunque logré apenas frenar, cuando la gente se atravesaba en la intersección del rayado...Seguían “recibiéndonos”, pero con un ruido de fondo como de aplausos. Ya no puse atención a su llanto desgarrador, sino a la gente que nos amenazaba con lanzar más bombas, objetos y su molesto acercamiento en aquel veloz momento, cuando estuve con ella...No detuve la marcha cuando -al esquivar a un transeunte- la velocidad nos arrojó contra un auto que, a lo lejos, se había ganado para sí toda la mitad de la avenida: ¡Yo estaba felizmente abrazado junto con ella!...Dedicado -con todo mi amor- a la dama de este ensueño.

Bes-arte

Besar es mucho más que decirse cosas que sólo los labios y el paladar conocen, entre lícitas ideas. Sus palabras van tejidas con el hilvan del gusto de sus tantas acciones, que no hayan acomodo en sus embriagantes emociones, que ni una docena de palabras bastan para saciarse de sus ganas... Descubro en cada beso el hálito de su valor, porque después de uno se busca el ARTE, y termina en el póstimo aliento.

Am-arte y bes-arte es el cúmulo de las acciones consecuentes, deliberadas, que por el bien de aquella amada, nuestros dedos se entretejen, nuestras miradas se juntan y nos robamos el aire insuflando nuestros deseos.
Las palabras, hiladas de emociones, se acompañan en la proximidad y la holgura de ese ser que se conoce en parte y se desea en otra; que sólo un par de besos entrenados en nuestros afectos suplen lo que el verbo ya no dice y las manos emocionadamente intentan decir palpando, acariciando, descubriendo…

Si me preguntas –ya no hace falta- mi deseo es encontrARTE como me has hallado. TomARTE de la mano, descubrir juntos –si quedare algún secreto- lo que será poder reunirnos juntos y sentir el poder de este tierno y sentido beso (ahora o en la próxima vida), para que mi sensación te acompañe, junto a todo lo que sea besarte y comprendas, de alguno otro, lo que de veras significa esta recogedora de “latas".