Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Wandering Mind of a Daydreamer

So there I sat, staring into space, blanking out my mind from the world. This is the only way I can find any peace and quiet and have some alone time for myself. I suppose it is a form of meditation, and I just let my mind drift from thought to thought.

My mind brought up the question, "What's the deal with Satan, Val?" He sneaks up on you when you aren't looking and imposes strange thoughts and behaviors on us. I hate that woman, even though I don't know her... Go ahead eat that cake, no one will know... it's not speeding, you're allowed to go 5 MPH above the posted legal speed limit.... and I am convinced the 5 second rule is from Satan as well. How could we logically think that if it's only been on the floor for less than 5 seconds, it's still good?

I am usually able to catch these thoughts and ask myself.. why are you being a hater??..... NO!! I am not going to eat that cake, I am not hungry... I still wrestle with the 5 miles over the speed limit rule... although I can manage to overcome the 5 second rule and will not eat anything dropped on the floor. Even if I hear childhood voices saying "God made dirt, so dirt don't hurt."

Sometimes when bad thoughts and feelings seem to be consuming me I simply say, "Go away Satan, don't peddle your wares with me. I'm not interested, thanks." This seems to work most of the time. Today I pondered why?? Why does this work for me?? For once in my life I think I have a valid answer ...

I love God and do believe in God. I know he is all powerful so I don't know why the following surprised me. God loves me too. He loves me even if I am not perfect. He loves me even if I am not pure. God loves me and always has.

For some reason many people put Satan on the same level as God. Thinking that they are the ultimate representation of good and evil. This isn't true, you know why? Because God made Satan too. How could Satan be as powerful as his creator?? He can't.

So Satan runs around the Earth whispering little bits of bad things in our ears, and entices us to do bad things leading us to believe he has some ultimate control over us. How can he, when even God doesn't have ultimate control over us?? We have our free will to choose.

This is why when I tell Satan to bugger off, he does. I have the power of God behind me, and within me when I need it. Even with my oddities that make up me, my not so perfect self has the power. Like She-Ra, I have the power to tell Satan to go away and stop making me feel negative. Good always wins in the end, it just needs a little push. Keep the faith.



Thursday, March 11, 2010

Nonsensical Murmurings of a Cursed Woman

So it's rainy and gloomy today... but at least it isn't freezing. I haven't blogged because I have been under duress of physical labor.. clearing land, hacking at random things with a machete and having a run of what seems bad luck. Yes, everyone still has all their limbs... except for the trees.

I am convinced someone has cursed me...It must be this as I haven't broken any mirrors, crossed any black cats, walked under any ladders, or passed by any pennies on the ground. So now, what to do to alleviate this curse... I don't think it's a strong one so it must be fairly simple to break.

I have researched curses... and I have ruled out the following ... I am not bestowed with the egg curse, The Curse of 27, I don't have a sports related curse, I'm not a Kennedy, so that curse is null and void to me, I honestly don't have the Hope Diamond, so this is hopeless, but now The New Year's curse may be a possibility. So what do I have to do to stop this?? Eat babies?? Sacrifice goats or snakes?? Burn incense?? What?? What do I have to do??

I know Midol helps with the curse of Eve... but I think this one will require a bit more than the average extra strength Midol pill.....

Most of the websites say I should lie in a tub of sea salt and call upon my ancestors to help me remove this curse. I really don't want to disturb them in their death... it just seems rude to me and intrusive as well. If I were a dead ancestor, I'd be pretty pissed if someone bothered me with some stupid curse. Besides, Mother always taught me to call first before I visit. So this is out.. I don't like being rude.

Yesterday I thought that if I were to eat a triple whopper it would put things back in line in my life... when I made this statement, I didn't think a triple whopper existed. I thought I was just being silly and random. But, oh nooooo the curse strikes again.. now I have to eat a triple whopper or make a liar of myself... Good grief!!! I am trying to be positive about this venture, trying to convince myself that this triple whopper will be the end of my bad luck.... once I eat it.

In the meantime, the curse is taking full advantage of me and as lunch hour slowly approaches the rain grows heavier and heavier, with rumbling thunder and flashes of lightening. By the time I can go to pick one up, I'll probably be in the middle of a hurricane. Everyone will be like.. where the hell did that hurricane come from?? It's my hurricane peoples!! MINE!! and my curse!! To top things off, I left my knife, fork and my chopsticks at home so I am going to have to use my hands to eat this. I don't even know if I will be able to hold the damn thing. I wish I had brought a bib with me, then again, I would have just left it with my utensils. A cursed girl can't win for trying.....