Lightning......and me :\

I am scared to death of lightning. Far and most definitely near, it gives me the shivers, brings on panic, and forces me to seek shelter in any area of my home that sports no windows. That would include but is not limited to hallways, stairways, garage (the only freaky thing about that is the lightning can cause the garage door to open, AAAHHHH!), laundry room, under beds and other pieces of large and seemingly safe furniture. So, by now I am sure you have guessed that I REALLY REALLY REALLY dislike this stuff. Why do I bring this up now? We had a whopping lightning storm earlier this evening, WOW. God is awesome and His handiwork is marvelous, but I'll prefer to admire His pyro show from a much safer place like heaven :). A friend of mine recently instructed me to do the following to over come my fear, here goes, she said, " "Embrass it....go outside sit on your car...hold a fork ;0) and let the good times roll." Having the very vivid imagination that I do, allow me to paint for you with words the picture that immediatly entered my mind upon hearing this advice........
I'm sitting in my house, and the previously light windows are increasingly darkening. Thus, the rooms are growing more gray and black as well. Upon looking out the window, I see the sky is fading from the brilliant blue to a smokey grey, to a deep haunting black. The serene scene is shattered by a steak of power slashing across the sky. The night is further disrupted by the announcement of its departure with a rumbling roar, more incredible than that of the lion deep in the heart of his jungle. I start to scat for the nearest haven, yet stop midstride. I pull myself erect, stretch full my immense height, and turn. I face the window as would two gunfighters in the dusty streets of the old west. I march to the silverware drawer, command it open under my firm and deteremined hand. Purposefully a fork is withdrawn, I hold it up to the light, admiring the way the lightning galnces, glitters and dances off its pristine surface. Heading for the door I momentarily hesitate, wondering if this is the best idea?!?!?!? Shaking doubt from the cobwebs of my mind, I push on through and out the door. I sit atop my car, first on the roof then settle for the hood. Waiting. Waiting for the first streak of lightning to dare to show its face to me, the determined warder off of silly fears. Silence. Nothing. KABLOOM!!! rings in my ears instantanously with the whipping silver cord of glittering power as it rips apart the pristine velvet sky spiriling in tocirles then splitting in multiple directions. But do I catch all of this? Eh, NO. Why? In the same nano-second that my brain registered the sound of thunder and the streak of lightning, I lept striaght up in the air like a cat just zapped with a cattle prod, complete with contorted face, hair standing on end creating an impressive 5 ft high blonde afro. I beleive my nails also grew, similar to the extended claws of the cat. My decent was equally ungraceful as I landed on the roof of my car and tried to jump off so I could run for cover. Alas, the car was wet from the rain (comes with storms, imagine that) causing my foot to shoot out from under me with the speed of a canon ball as I slid face first down my windshield, nose dived into the wipe blades subsequently flipping end over front and finishing the show with shooting off the sloped hood of the car. Oh, yea, that fork? Remember the fork? The retarted instrument that started all of these good times rolling? It is now a permanent fixture of my long locs. Moral of the story, leave forks in the drawer where they belong and forget trying to over come this severe aversion to whipping, sparkling fingers of power streaking across the sky.

Repeating History

"Those that do not know history are bound to repeat it." Unknown
This quote rings true through the ages. Especially in our current age. We live in a society where individuals are willing to accept what is being fed to their minds. They are told what they should see in the figures they look to, the laws being passed, the state of the economy, the faith they choose to follow, the norms, etc. To do so, one must also simultaneously abandon the evidence, that is within the grasp of anyone who so chose to seek it out, contradicting what one is told to see. Therefore, we are becoming the blind leading the blind. The blind that do not see the true way because they are blinded by their personal agenda, greed, or any number of reasons. Their followers are blind because they have beleived a lie and and do not yea even cannot see the truth, hence their path is one created by falsehoods. When the blind leads the blind, they both fall in the ditch.
What ditch is this country, yea, world headed for?