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Easter Sunday

Work was no different, Sunday in the nursery school with adults was no different, by golly it helps to laugh at everything but how long can you laugh, how long can you smile knowing all around you there is indifference. 

So I crossed the border this afternoon and one of three options was the six pm mass.  Three options!  You know when you go to mass there should be no options.  You go and that is that.  Whatever you do afterwards is your business but going to mass should never be an option. 

Ok, what were the other options and please I’m not asking because I am keen to know, I am asking because I want to chastise you afterwards.  And what if after hearing my other options you can no longer chastise me, how are you gonna feel then, huh?

I crossed at around 4 thirty, there is a concern at any time of the day except for mornings before eight, that there will be a long line so I crossed and with 90 minutes to spare there were two pre mass options.  Both options included access to wi-fi because I am without it for the third day in a row, which incidentally isn’t looking good for an interview request this week.  So my options were Applebees which I chose because I wanted a meal, a big meal, a memorable meal, the kind of meal I grew up having, steak and mashed potatoes and some kind of veggie.  The other option was Pacos, no mash potatoes but there was beer and a two and a three. 

I cannot remember the last time I had a steak.  Really.  Last evening meals in Bangkok at Outback are remembered and that is eight or nine years ago.  When I finished and I was contentedly full I looked at the time, I wasn’t going to make it.  I kind of knew this, I kind of assumed going to mass if I went to Applebees wouldn’t be in the plan.  So, I didn’t go.  I ate a big meal and I didn’t go. 

And while eating I posted a crazy comment under a pic of this kid who looks exactly!  exactly like Kevin.  What a kooky comment.  Reincarnation and the Resurrection!  Will ever the two meet?  Or do they?  Hmmm….What do they have in common?  Well, they both speak of heaven-nirvana.  One speaks of a physical departure, one speaks of a spiritual departure and we know now the spirits are bloody everywhere.  To be absent in the body is to be present in the Lord, well not necessarily.  Check those graves, Al, make sure no one’s pilfered any bones or what not.

Do you think I was taking a little poke at my sibling?  Perhaps.  Would my sibling even consider the relationship between energy and reincarnation?  I think the sound of the word would put his defenses up, and that is a sad predictable response, but really look where he is.  How many Hindus, Buddhists and ok, Muslims live in Arizona and New Mexico and North and South Dakota and Wyoming and Montana combined?  If you live without knowing you know without a clue what you don’t know.  You can read it in a book but the spirit of God isn’t in a book, it’s in the lives of humans, all humans, right? 

I like the kid in Pokhara, cute, intelligent, damn too young for me, says there’s an earthquake in the valley, shaking shit up, hee hee.  Obviously it wasn’t a serious earthquake if a hee hee is thrown in. 

The only way this internet is going to be restored is if it is affecting others in the building and they complain.  If they don’t complain I’ll have to complain and I did complain once, to Abdullah, the 79 year old Iranian rent collector.  The same kind fella who I told to send someone to clean the air conditioners.  You get my drift, if I want something done I have to do it myself.  Well, with interviews probable, I guess I need a good strong connection. 

And I don’t know if I should mention it here but I brought over some liquid medicine.  You should have seen the line outside the shop behind the old Prisunic this evening.  Almost a dozen cars  waiting for the Indian men to deliver their prescriptions in the most familiar black plastic bags.  The men know exactly what they want, there is no need to peruse the aisles for discounts. 

So on this holy day, salud. Cheers, Christ has risen, we’ve been waiting a long time in human years, you owe it to this generation of faithful, your point has been made already.  Come, emmanual, come, Parousia, come, Maranatha, you’re losing people, don’t wait any longer. 

You wanna hear a really bizarre idea, it’s something that came across the fibers and nerve endings during those heady days in April of 2009.  Here it is, I won’t mince words simply because it’s so ridiculous and noting it here doesn’t mean I believe it any more than I did then, ok?  It was just a crazy thought with no merit.  The day I finally found someone to love with all my heart and soul and mind is the day the world ends.  Ha, I think I watched that Nicholas Cage movie City of Angels too many times, I certainly listened to the cool soundtrack enough.

I know, it’s absurd, but sometimes I wonder.  Someone asked why in the hell do you remain in the one place in the world where meeting someone is the least likely?  Do you know how many eligible women there are for a 52 year old white dude in this city?  None.  It’s my choice, I’m told, to be here.  Ya, but does my spirit plant the idea knowing what is to come?  Is my spirit acting on orders from above to keep me here, away from love?   Well, until it is time, then the spirit can’t do anything, because what is, is. 

We are connected again.