Who Am I ?

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This blog is a response to some ‘Net-wisdom and the request of a bloggin’ buddy —> reveal more of my personal life.

For ten months, my personal life has been an unmitigated struggle with flu-like symptoms, nausea, muscle ache, bone ache, ultra dry skin, hair loss, exaggerated depressive tendencies, the potential to rage at irritants, and anemia with its consequent fatigue—just a typical response to the drugs that treat Hepatitis C.

What helps me fly above this unequivocal crappiness is, first, my sense of spirituality and my willingness to use the pain and suffering to learn submission to the invincible Power of God.

Second are the Ginseng and vitamins I’ve been taking for ten months and the recent addition of the best whole-food nutritional supplement I can get . . .

You should be resolving at least a fuzzy image of what I’m like by now.

However, as my Supreme Spiritual Guide says, “…music [is] a ladder for your souls…”

~~~Bahá’u’lláh, The Kitab-i-Aqdas, p. 38

So, having my iTunes jacked into my ears is an important part of my spiritual therapeutics.

And, to reveal even more intimate knowledge about me:

My all-time favorite song.

My all-time favorite singer.

My all-time favorite musical group !

Now, I do hope some of you will leave your comments about what all this says about me…


Reality . . .

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I’ve mentioned my various pains here and I’ll be so happy when I can trade them for different pains. Hepatitis C treatment is No Fun but the induction of submission and resignation can be profound . . .

Spiritual Quote of the Day:

The Sun of Reality is one Sun but it has different dawning-places, just as the phenomenal sun is one although it appears at various points of the horizon. During the time of spring the luminary of the physical world rises far to the north of the equinoctial; in summer it dawns midway and in winter it appears in the most southerly point of its zodiacal journey. These day springs or dawning-points differ widely but the sun is ever the same sun whether it be the phenomenal or spiritual luminary.

Souls who focus their vision upon the Sun of Reality will be the recipients of light no matter from what point it rises, but those who are fettered by adoration of the dawning-point are deprived when it appears in a different station upon the spiritual horizon.

(‘Abdu’l-Bahá, Bahá’í World Faith, p. 255)

How Ya Feelin’ ?

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Now, don’t take this post as a resumption of daily blogging. . . Gonna take a bit of healing to get back to that.

I may be just a month and nine days from stopping the ingestion and injection of what I call abusive drugs, but, like I told my psychiatrist at the VA today:

Imagine someone ripping out your fingernails; one… two… three… four . . .

They notice you’re not feeling well, at all, and say, “Hey, we’re only doing one hand and there’s only one finger to go.”

Yeah, right. Stop cheering me up, o.k.?

Being a Man . . .

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My good friend, Brandi Magill, inspired me greatly with her blog post—such inspiration that I must post this poem !

If

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;

If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

– Rudyard Kipling