Wednesday, September 10, 2014

unwanted wisdom


9.10.14

Why do dentists laugh when they look inside my mouth?  She said the wisdom tooth was infected.  She gave me antibiotics and told me to come back on Saturday and Dr. Mohammed, not her, not the one with a designer tika nestled on her forehead, would take an x-ray and consider if surgery was necessary.  Surgery?  The crown has been moving around, we don’t know how deep that root is.  Well, surgery, they can knock me out with something.  I am ok with that. 

Liberia is in danger of disappearing so says their ambassador to England.  We need money yesterday, not now.  Why help other countries and not us? 

If I am offered a ride to Muscat tomorrow I’ll go.  The Oman Air office is in the airport and we can confirm this ticket.  Today I got an sms from the bank notifying me to get a password to verify my debit card.  Maybe I should go to the bank first?  The sms told me to go to their website and guess what, it doesn’t work.  I am never surprised with anything dysfunctional online around here and that is why things are done face to face. 

Discount dollar stores fighting to buy each other out.The irony of ironies?  Turn off that damn tv.

I sat in the canteen with a colleague who at the end thanked me for the great discussion.  Elementary teachers can’t converse with students who know only a handful of words.  “You see they say the universe is expanding and there is an opposite to everything, the Hadron Collider found this particle and it was believed that the smallest of particles would reveal the fourth dimension or a portal for time travel, and yes at the end of your nose, on the tip of a pin sit a thousand angels and imagine in our present darkness the day when humanity and the spirit world are mixing it up.”

And I gave her my theory of slavery and the disappearance of a society’s interpretation and rambled further with mankind’s responsibility to everything we know now.  You can’t sing what a friend I have in Jesus while Syria burns.  It’s not my fight, I’ll pray for those who suffer.  And then you’ll go back to your smart aleck phone with fifty apps and feel good about life?  It’s selfish, it is I hate to say it, ungodly.

How did all of this start, your journey into other dimensions?  I’ve never talked about it because it sounds like I started it, 2008 was the tenth year of my divorce and I thought, with no justified reason I am afraid to admit, that my penance was up.  I married someone I shouldn’t have, and I paid for it and ten years I thought ought to be enough now for me to meet someone and fall in love and live a life worth living and my frustration grew and I had questions about everything and the search for an answer led me to the events that upended me and didn’t answer the questions because as you know I was wrong and we are all still here. 

I have to accept that the spirit who performed the purgation has to be who he is because of the cave in Sanilurfa and the tomb in Salalah.  Coincidences, confirmations. And what have these confirmations done for you?  Well, nothing today, I am no better or worse off now and is there something there you were supposed to have learned? I don’t know, my second year in Buraimi will be the same as the first year, a life of semi-seclusion. 

I need a haircut.  I was going to go tonight and yesterday.  This weekend for sure, if I don’t go to Muscat.  And I should wash my feet before I climb into bed.  Why, who’s gonna complain?  Well they smell when you pick the calloused skin from your heels and toes.  So don’t pick your calloused heels and toes for crying out loud but wash your hands at least. 

I take a taxi to school every morning and every driver asks me where I am from. ‘Obama good, Obama very good.’  Patrick, the canteen manager is greatly encouraged when America takes charge.  Ya know, the president met with the Pope and with the Dalai Lama and he is reluctant because he doesn’t want to fight but isn’t there enough holy inspired literature in your favor here?  Fight evil.  And pray the good guys don’t die doing it. 

And can we pray to the reluctant creator to carry his weight on this one?  Fight disease, fight domestic violence, fight evil.  Just imagine for a second, John Lennon returning to earth with a new song, what if the creator showed his holy face and all faiths came together.  Wow, a universal history of violence would end.  Wow, we can’t do it, that’s obvious.  C’mon, it’s time.

 

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