Elvis and the Prophetic Dream

In the summer of 1977 I had a very strange and vivid dream.  It concerned Elvis Presley.  Sadly a couple of weeks later he passed away basically from being drugged up by his own Doctors who didn’t seem to care about his vastly deteriorating health.

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I was walking alone down a winding path in a large forest when I saw Elvis Presley standing solo on the path in front of me.  I ran up and hugged him.  He said he had to go and started walking away and was suddenly out of my sight.  I continued down the path quickly looking for him everywhere.  Traveling around a large tree I came across a huge tombstone in the center of the path.  I cannot remember reading anything on the cold, hard marble, but kept up the brisk walk until I came to a large clearing next to a pond and a helicopter about to take off.  There were some people standing next to the copter so I ran up to ask them if they had seen Elvis when I realized he was among them.  As he climbed into the whirlybird with the other people, I asked him to take me with him.  He said “later.”

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As they took off I grabbed onto something on the bottom.  As it rose up higher in the sky, I knew I had to let go to let myself fall into the lake below.  It was then I awoke.

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Did my dream somehow foretell that Elvis was about to die?  There were some recent reports that his health was badly deteriorated.  Maybe normal worry caused me to dream this, maybe not.  I was always a fan.  Not a huge one, never met him or saw him in concert, but I always liked his spirit.  There was something “good” about that man.  He was not like so many others and not just because he was talented.  There was a basic decency about him that the world is sorely in need of at all times.  I am sad that such a gem did not really realize his true worth and could just throw in the spiritual towel like that.

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I believe that many of us fall for the old “smoke and mirrors” tricks of the enemy to weaken and destroy God’s people.  We all need one another.  We are none of us perfect, nor are we created to be.  We are created to help one another, not compete against one another.  Life is just life, it is not a contest so when you make mistakes or things don’t turn out like you planned, don’t beat yourself up over it.  Be kind, always, even to yourself.

Achieving Your Dreams

Has anyone ever really done that?

When I look at the shambles that is my life, I am amazed.

I always thought when you tried to do everything right, played by the rules, sacrificed, worked hard and loved that you would live “happily ever after.”

To quote Nick Cage in Moonstruck “We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and die!  The storybooks are bullshit!”

The biggest disappointment I have ever found in life was the fact that you can’t change other people.  You can’t make someone love you if they don’t, no matter how hard you try to make it work.  It shouldn’t be this way, but then a lot of things shouldn’t be that way.

I guess that’s why I like “The Station.”  Here is a reprint if you are not familiar with it.

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The Station

by Robert J. Hastings

Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision.  We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent.  We are traveling by train.  Out the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.

But uppermost in our minds is the final destination.  On a certain day at a certain hour we will pull into the station.  Bands will be playing and flags waving.  Once we get there so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle.  How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for loitering – waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.

     “When we reach the station, that will be it!” we cry.  “When I’m 18.”  “When I buy a new 450SL Mercedes-Benz!”  “When I put the last kid through college.”  “When I have paid off the mortgage!”  “When I get a promotion.”  “When I reach the age of retirement, I shall live happily ever after!”

     Sooner or later we must realize there is no station, no one place to arrive at once and for all.  The true joy of life is the trip.  The station is only a dream.  It constantly outdistances us.

     “Relish the moment” is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24: “This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.”  It isn’t the burdens of today that drive men mad.  It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow.  Regret and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today.

     So, stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles.  Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more, cry less.  Life must be lived as we go along.  The station will come soon enough.

And all of us will be getting off then so I did as the gentleman suggested and I ate more ice cream tonight.  I know I can’t live forever and as someone who painstakingly always ate right and worked out the first half century of my life, I hope my body can withstand the extra fat and sugar.  If not, I’ll find out soon enough.

I’m eating ice cream for two now.  Me and my broken dreams!

 

 

My first Entrepreneurial Fiasco

I’ve been wanting to have my own business for as long as I can remember.

The first job I ever held was door to door sales girl.  I say girl because I was only 11 years old at the time.  I was an avid reader growing up and devoured all books and magazines near me, cover to cover.  For some reason I also read each and every advertisement in the backs of magazines.  One day an ad for selling greeting cards door to door caught my eye and I knew I’d found my dream job!  I thought, how easy can that be, to walk up to houses, show people various greeting cards, take their order and watch the money roll in.  Feeling big for my britches, I had to fib a little bit when I ordered my free starter kit by telling them I was 18 because they must have had the idea that someone my age couldn’t handle it.

When the package arrived I hid it under my bed with some feeble excuse of what it was and started going door to door all over my neighborhood after school, so sure of my money-making scheme.  After many days one neighbor finally agreed to make a purchase of a set of my cards, can’t remember which type.  I must have taken some kind of deposit from the woman but when I came to my mother asking her to get me a money order or check to send to the company to actually place the order, she refused and became very angry.  She told me how dangerous it was for a young girl to go door to door like that and told me to give the woman her money back.  The woman may have felt sorry for me because my parents had a meeting with her and she agreed to take the kit off my hand for the deposit money because she said she didn’t want it back.  The kit had a number of blank cards and envelopes she could use, and to further teach me a lesson and buy beer, my parents kept the deposit money and I never got a penny for all my wasted shoe leather.  I think that’s one of the reasons I love them so much.

I’m not doing any better now trying to sell on the internet between websites no one can find and the cost of running any ads.  How about you all?

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Life’s Hopes and Dreams

If I were to imagine that the only use for my life would be to live and work diligently as insects do and then just die, I would say what I always thought as a child.  “What’s the point?”  When I became painfully aware of death as a young child, many times I wondered why I was doing anything.  Why any of us even bothered.

I then became aware of those that changed the world for others.  I felt strongly that this is the reason we are all here.  To make a difference for the better.  I find it very disturbing that most people are not very intelligent or wise.  That most don’t share my belief that we can all be someone else’s hero.  That many use other people for their selfish ends and proceed to lash out like a small child at the least provocation to anything or anyone that does not agree with them.  Most have absolutely no knowledge as to the miracle of life and just how precious every one of us are.

It’s really not their fault if they are not taught this in some way.  Humans only know what they learn from others.

I have suffered through a very hard and cruel life and when I was a young woman I made up my mind that I was going to write an autobiography, anonymously of course, in the hopes to help others that have shared similar fates and to warn women, especially mothers, of what not to do to their children.

Most don’t really have a clue what they are doing in life and will never realize this while they are here so there’s no problem for them at all.  Everyone I know that is content in his or her ignorance does not appear to have the ability to look beyond what they are automatically doing.  They never question any bad decision made even when confronted by others they have hurt.  Any accusation is incredulous to them.  What an odd way to live.  Socrates said “The unexamined life is not worth living” but I don’t know if I agree sometimes.  Some of the most self-deluded ignorant people are the amongst the most content that I know.  Ignorance is bliss to many but I just don’t understand how.

I believe an individual’s cloak should be removed from their sins if they are hurting others.  Jesus believed this as well.  He said this was why he was hated by many.  We should all be allowed to live as we wish as long as it doesn’t effect others adversely.  This almost never happens.  Anything we do does somehow effect others.  Even the act of hiding one’s head under the sand and committing the sin of omission.

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Daily Prompt: Freud Flips Out!

Sometimes I have the coolest dreams.  I don’t remember them as vividly as I used to when I was younger but here is an example of my very active nights!

I was looking at the house from the outside.  Looked a little like that oddly shaped house in the Amityville Horror.  My sons were both with me looking for a house to move into.  We decided to go inside to look around.  It was quite dark and had many closed doors along the sides of the endless, narrow hallway.  I knew I watched too many episodes of Dark Shadows growing up.  I began opening the doors and looking inside.  They were empty.  My kids had gone further down the hall so I was alone.  I opened another door and saw a really awesome statue that looked like one of those religious saints.  It was quite large.  I started to walk over to get a better look and the statue began moving, slowly at first.  You know that feeling that you swear something is happening but you must be imagining it, then you realize it’s really happening?

I started to back up and saw the figure begin to awaken as if it was actually alive.  I turned to run out the door and the hall had turned into an amusement park.  I was screaming for my kids, but they were nowhere in sight.  I started running past buildings and went inside one of them.  It was really huge like a warehouse and very dark inside.  There were others milling about, but really too dark to see who anyone was.  There were open doors along the very wide hall.  It sort of felt like a mall in a blackout.  I was in mall during a bad storm once many years ago they lost power due to a twister.  This reminded of it.  All of a sudden I saw my dog that had passed the year before but it was like he was still here with me.  I was holding his body close to mine and said “We’re going to have to do this boy, it’s going to be OK,” or something like that, took his leash and started walking with him in the lead.  I could feel the strong cold wind blowing on us, pushing us back like a horrible storm had just cropped up.

Then I awoke.

The window was left open and there was a cool breeze blowing in from outside.  I think the dream was just basically there’s a lot of difficulty and uncertainty in life, but that you have to continue and everything will be alright or as it should be.

Proof is in the Pudding!

The online Cambridge Dictionary defines this phrase to mean you can only judge the quality of something after you have tried, used or experienced it.

Jesus told everyone that the way of the world was wrong over two thousand years ago.  The proof of that is to just look around you and see how many of the people that go the way of the world, doing what is popular for the current time in their culture, leave a path of destruction in many ways.  Jesus preached the gospel of love for one another.

It might be in following the current rhetoric telling people to live their dreams and in doing so, most of these people will fall to ruin.  It may be the fact that most of the world is in it for themselves.  Their lives revolve around them and what will benefit them, usually monetarily, for the moment.  In our current American culture you can look at Wall Street, the banking industry, oil companies and all the multinational corporations that have one thing in common.  They want to make as much money as possible and don’t care who or what they effect adversely.

This is not the way we are supposed to be spending our few seconds on this earth.  We are supposed to be making the world better for being here, not destroying it under false delusions that we are providing jobs for others and making the way for a better tomorrow.  At this pace, tomorrow really will never come.

We now have empty people who’s only desire is “doing their own thing” no matter who it hurts.  They fill their emptiness with lies that are regularly streamed through all our varied media sources rigidly controlled by various governmental dictates instead of the ever “demonized” religion.  Some use drugs, sex, work or other compulsive behavior to distract from the fact that they are frightened at the desolation of their very soul.  There are many who say how horrible church is and that it is too controlling.  In telling the truth, religion helps people learn to control themselves so that they no longer have to be rigidly controlled by other men with guns.

God made us all in a wondrous way.  We actually feel better and more complete the more we share and do for others.  The way to stop a pity party is to throw one for someone else.  When you are hurting, bestow your caring and concern for another who needs it and it actually helps to heal your own broken heart.

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