long hair, like me, defy gravity, no cares, no priorities, free, free spirit.
one can seem to be immobilized by fear, however
he may be in a state of confusion, which may indirectly be connected to his fear, but confusion is caused by a sense of misdirection, a loss of guidance, misunderstanding.
both fear and confusion can cause one to be in a state of inaction.
to be incapacitated is the inability to act. There’s no thought either, an absence of thought, rendered inactive.
immobility is much like incapacitation, only the consciousness is intact.
immobilized by fear, state of confusion, rendered inactive, incapacitated
fear is the opposite of faith. because faith defined by action, fear is immobilizing. But what is in a state of immobility exactly? The soul? The spirit? The body?
fear attacks the spirit; hence, ‘immobilized by fear’
confusion attacks the mind.
incapacitation attacks the body and mind
immobility refers to a body absence of action.
inactivity can be that of the mind or that of the body
when one is immobilized by fear, he is spirit is on the defense rendering the body absence of agency.
spirit vs body vs mind
“And behold all things have their likeness, and all things are created and made t bear record of me, both things which are temporal, and things which are spiritual; things which are in the heavens above, and things which are on the earth, and things which are in the earth, and things which are under the earth, both above and beneath: all things bear record of me.
Pearl of Great Price Moses 6:63
I have fallen in love with symbols and metaphors. I see something new each day. But the first few are my personal favs. Here are just the tip of the iceberg.
Symbolism of the Kingdoms of Glory.
Car off=Outer darkness
Car on= Celestial kingdom
Tere/ teles= Hazard / power
Symbolism of the Path
The path is basically strait and narrow. It doesn’t wind there’s not room for many, but all can be on the path. And the path leads to a gate and the Lord God is the Keeper. Jesus hangs out there and he’ll plead with God as a counselor to get you through those pearly white doors. Simple right.
It’s like a power cable that goes into a machine or appliance. So Think of the cord, and electricity, and where’s it goes and how it gets there. Cord- straight and narrow. Electricity the sheep of the lord. And the other end of the cord, is a little usb jack right before it goes in- thats jesus. He is the guide to the door. The pearly door is the female park to that usb jack.
Symbolism of Holy Ghost
So I was combing my hair and all the pomade from yesterday lost it’s form. (Thats right folks I didn’t bathe that day.) And so I had to reapply. Think of the pomade as the Holy Spirit. Now pomade is an oily substance yet it holds form. Ok. Now first I usually do my bangs. What I do is put the tips on first. I grab tuft of bangs and apply pomade only at the tip. Ok. The rest starts from my ‘Cow Lick’ and just spreads everywhere else. Cool no?
Check it. Replace POMADE with the HOLY GHOST in your mind. Pomade is applied to many hairs especially those strong and guiding the flow of my hair (‘Cow Lick’). Pomade makes my hair shiny, giving my head some light. Pomade on my bangs create sharp and fine tips. These tips are what is noticed first about my hair.
Symbolism of Sin
Pencil sharpener. Pencil is a man of faith and the point is how strong that faith is. The more sharp it is. The less likely it will go into the pencil sharpener. Now the more blunt it it is the more likely it will go into the sharpener. Now the sharpener appears to just be a hole in an appliance, but we are told not to put our fingers in it. We can decide to write with a blunt pencil. Your hand is agency. You can choose to write with a pencil blunt or sharp. Now it doesn’t get sharp til you sharpen it. So you have to push it in the sharpener and every once in a while pull it back out to check on it. The motion of pushing is falling into sin. The action to pulling out is repentance. The blunt pencil doesn’t get sharp until it is sharpened for a long time. Sin now is the blade that cuts the wood of the pencil. It will tear it up. gnarl it. The blades spiral around and around like tornado. And in that center is the sweet spot. The eye of the storm. The Iron rod. And the lead is our life. And no lead is infinite.
Lord there are gazillions of standard pencils out there. I pray that I might be the one in the city museum that is large beyond all reason, sharp enough to never have to be used. Help me become that heavy pencil and I say these things in the name of jesus christ amen.
Symbolism of Patience
A good piece of rope is just as good as strong patience. Like patience, rope can go from short to long. There’s all kinds of faith too, like there is rope. It can start with a regular rope for tying things, for shoe strings, to pull cars, to tug of war, to floss, to sew as with thread, even a strand of cotton. Well every good rope starts with a strand of something. But strands are so fragile and weak. How could rope be composed of strands? Well, you bundle a bunch together and you twist. They all have to be turned the opposite ways or else it wouldn’t work. The more evenly it’s twisted the better the rope.
car, earth, christmas tree, washing, more to come.
So, like many
I have trouble keeping the commandments. I sought blessings that I might be better, and firm.
I needed to read the Book of Mormon. A week ago I had next to no interest in reading the BofM, let alone learn from it. I sought blessings that I might not only have the desire to read the BofM but the awareness that I too can learn oodles.
I have concerns for a close friend. I sought blessings that he might walk the straight and narrow as he once did.
I had concerns for a family friend. I sought blessings that they might be a house of great cheer and laughter.
I was wanting to say bye to a missionary. I sought blessings that we might have memories that last.
I had concerns of where i was spiritually and I sought an answer.
Then I messed up my ankle in racquetball. Went hi speed for the ball, nearly crashing into the wall i did what asians do best instead of slamming into the wall, i leaped. performed a double jump, back somersault, triple sow cow, wall kick. But wo is me for i didn’t stick the landing.
Sharp pain. All’s well in zion i’ll walk it off….. Um wait, how about a water break everybody i think i’m gonna sit down. Maybe takeoff me shoe & sock. HMMM. that’s weird, my foot’s getting larger and larger at an incredible rate.
It’s happened before. Many times. Use the old medicine of the East. Marinade some rice in medicinal ointments. Quick massage and setting of the foot. Apply rice for a period of days. repeat and bam! no worries.
I cannot walk!
Bam! my old pal, he knows things. rescues me to the car. Made to the urgent care with help of ONSTAR. how fun. Wait forever to be seen. do some laps in the waiting room with my new wheels. chair style that is. All in excruciating pain mind you. Wait a minute. those partners we played double with in racquetball- they’re missionairies! Anointing! Hallelujah!
So i leave with an air cast. “you can walk on that” you’ve got a sprained ankle. HOLD UP. I walk with the swagger of a cripple. Thus issued the crutches. Double dipping on the hospital perks.
Xray says….. well nothing at the moment. NO SPECIALIST ON duty today…….
Hmm. let’ s go home.
Dad, poor dad. he bathed me. POOR ME. I had to rely on my dad to bathe me. the humility. what it takes to be humble!
Hmm. bored. let’s read the BofM. 2 Nephi 10-14.
mmk. mmk. uh huh. yea. ponder ponder ponder.
What a moment! What a bliss. I loved it! I was coloring my BofM, like a child on the wall! Never had I learned so much!
New favorite scripture. It reveals what kind of girls a guy should be looking for, how a girl should be….
2 Nephi 13:24
“And it shall come to pass, instead of sweet smell there shall be stink; and instead of a girdle, a rent; and instead of well set hair, baldness; and instead of a stomacher, a girding of sackcloth; burning instead of beauty.”
Take it in.
Take it in.
Take it in.
Think opposition in all things.
the negatives are blatantly obvious: stink, a rent, baldness, girding of sackcloth, beauty.
SAY WHAT- beauty.
Yes, pay attention to the pattern.
Here’s the meat. The bliss of discovery.
The positives, hard to catch on the first read: sweet smell, a girdle, well set hair, stomacher, and burning- YES BURNING.
sweet smell- nice. girdle= nice figure, well set hair= a great set of hair.
Stomacher and burning?
burning- 2 Nephi 14:4 refers to the burning of the holy ghost like once upon confirmation.
stomacher? food? feast? feasting of the word of God.
BAMF! ( *Nightcrawler’s onomatopoeia for his teleportation)
rejoice! put the women to the test.
Does she have a nice scent?
Does she have a good figure?
Does she have a suave head of hair?
Does she feast upon the Word?
Does she burn with the flame of the Holy Ghost?
I am growing in testimony of the BofM. I know President Monson leads and guides the church as prophet, seer and revelator. Joseph Smith restored the true gospel of Jesus Christ upon the Earth. Jesus sacrificed for our sins in his Atoning sacrifice. The church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day saints is the true church. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
You know how things go up and down. Like roller coasters? The sun and the moon? emotions. Say the spirituality within us? I’ve been feeling that rise and rise lately. And I know there’s potential for it to get even higher.
Yesterday I just turned in my mission papers online. I wonder how soon it will be for the call. for the mission. for the goodbyes. Now, I am watching what I do. Every moment is ever precious. Need it be? I make sure everything counts, which it does, only some things count more.
My pay is growing less and less as business is slowing down at work. My project nears completion yet there’s still more to go. It’ll be over this week. The JOY! I too wanna make sure I am pleased in my social life. I like my life.
Thursday night i got to institute late. but that was night i felt the spirit the most for some time. We were talking about temple scenes and symbols. I actually wrote stuff in my scriptures. A first. That study really opened up my eyes. This stack of paper is a fortune of value.
So that adds to the up in my life. something else, i’ve been sharing the gospel more. Sharing tidbits with family and co-workers. It’s neat. I feel like i’m bearing my testimony every time i do it. And just the same the spirit comforts me so. It’s amazing.
Tmrw there’s a church ysa conference in kc. a dance and socializing etc. i’ll be driving out with some buds early in the morn- like 9 lol. I hope i have fun. it’ll be good after working on this proj for so long. a good weekend is due. I just hope i’m not making a mistake. That i will have enough time to finish the project next week.
Gosh, this project. i’ll be so so relieved and burden ridden. It will feel good come wednesday. i know i will finish it.
oh the wonderful life. I am so grateful that school can be finished, that i can be a hand of god, that the spirit can be a constant companion, and the adventure that awaits each and everyone of us. can’t wait for my mission call. night.
Today I wasn’t going to go to church. It took me forever to get out of bed. I didn’t want to wake up. It’s cold-ish. It’s sunday.
People depend on me for the program though. Which got out of bed. I made the program. Emailed it to those who really count on it. And then I through some sunday cloths on. I had a plan.
I was to go to church two hours early. Print off the programs. Set them on the front table and go home. I wasn’t going to be that cheerful greeter today. I need a break today. I wanna call in sick. but lo it is church.
Things were going well. Got the programs printed. Plan is going well. I walk to the front table. I find myself peeking around doors hoping I would see someone I know. So far only one man, i met months ago. i remember his name tho. Moses. He visited our branch once. I wondered where he went. It appears he’s been going to the family wards the whole time. That’s good. But yea, no one i knew. Good. right.
So i make my way to the car. And proceeded to go home. I go and i go. hmm. it’s way early. I don’t want to be home so early. And i don’t want to break the Sabbath. So I got brainstorming- something I am very good at. “You need to make Sacrament.” And so I thought I don’t want to go back. And I’m not going to the other YSA. I’ll just go to the home ward. Just as I thought that I missed my exit to go home. So instead of following the plan to go home, i went to the home ward.
And so i go. This will work. I will get sacrament as always, and i won’t have to face all the pity from friends. But! i forgot. One of my best friends usually goes to her home ward before ours. Will i miss her. idk.
I make it to the home ward. I see a friend’s grandma. she invites me over for lunch. that’s nice. I enter the building. I could have gone straight into the chapel but i find my self exploring the building. Why am i increasing my chances to see her? I see her brother. It gets crowded. Families are getting out of church. I continue around the building. There she is. I hope she doesn’t see me. I bolt to the chapel. She catches me. I share my plan. Kinda stubborn she is. But so am i.
I enter the chapel. Shook her off. I get comfortable. I wait for those i know will come to this sacrament meeting. I wait. I wait. “Wait, did she really just go? Hey! stick to the plan.” I wait.
She’s back. We talk. I am so stubborn. I can tell she’s getting the hint. I felt it. A prompting. “Lets go!” i said surprisingly boldly. The spirit IS with me. She makes sure i am doing what i want. We go. It’s not what i want. it’s about what He wants. We go.
I make it to church and immediately there are those who were already wondering where i was. Hmm was I missed 20 mins before church? Idk. They want me to pass out their fliers. I decline. I go into the chapel. Found a cozy spot. Spotted a good friend. That was nice.
We shared experiences. She cared. She pried. That’s nice.
Took the sacrament. Listened to the amazing talks. Felt like they were speaking directly to me. But I waited. I waited for someone to ask “Why aren’t you passing the programs? Where’s my program? You are slacking. yada yada yada.” It’s visiting time. I wait.
The Counselor recognized I was down. We sit aside and talked it out, and this one he’s actually not much of a talker. To see him talk to me, to get the courage to address my feelings. I am to receive a blessing after church. That really means a lot. I enjoyed that. Good to know someone’s got my back.
Church continued on. I receive my blessing. We talked. Both Counselors and I. It was great. They gave me perspective. They gave me something to look forward to. They gave me love.
I go home. With a best friend. No one asked about my nonexistent greeting today. Many many asked how I was feeling.
I owe it to all. Everyone in my life. but i want to highlight the prompting. That was the turning point. Sure a best friend was there. Sure counselors talked to me. Sure many asked how i felt. But I am sure the Spirit aided many of them. The Spirit I am sure made this happen. I pray.- oh yes I pray.