If things don’t seem real, maybe they’re not..
Sometimes you feel you’re a part of a play.. an act.. a movie.. or a stunt. Maybe you are..
Battle bombs an war bonds, 
Dirty wars and porn..
The gambling addicts are playing
With the lives of unborn..

We’re all a part of a big grand plan..
But the plan is shrouded in secrecy..

When things seem scary, and you turn to fright,
The solution may be laughing with all your might..

Because power brokers aim to scare,
Battle scars of truth.. they shall wear.

We don’t know the masters, but we sure know the slaves..
We are confused by the aims, which is why we behave..

As the summer wanes and the cold begins,
Think to these days…let’s pray truth wins.

God sure is funny

If there is a God he has a perverse sense of what’s funny. But if you look at the glass half-full perhaps he’s always a few steps ahead of the game

A work related conference has forced me to have to travel for two nights to an undesirable location somewhere in Pennsylvania, I’ll keep that location private for the sake of embarrassing the city.

Last night my car had to go into the shop for a smell coming from the tires, it turned out to be all four brakes and rotors. The car was unsafe to drive.

So my wife and I had a chaotic moment of trying to work out things, and we came to a conclusion that I would take her car and she would work her schedule to get mine from the shop.

On my way to the undisclosed location for my conference, the low tire pressure light came on indicating a malfunction in my wife’s Jeep.

An hour later, a Fornea half-inch nail was taken from the tire, it was patched, and I was on my merry way to 60 hours of boredom.

I thought to myself, God is just like George Carlin. But then I remember the George Carlin didn’t believe in God, making my comparison incorrect.

But I thought to myself, for all the chaos and heartache vehicles cause, especially when you rely on them to get you somewhere that you’re mandated to go, it’s like God has a sick and twisted mentality and tries to mess with us. Or if you look at the glass half full concept, the car breaks down before you drive it to your location thus saving you much more misery and potentially dangerous suffering if something dramatic happened to the car while you try.

And that is the story of my morning glory.

As things would have it..

There are a events now and then in life that cause me to question reality, existence.. chance.. cause.. coincidence.. One such event took place today.

I was driving my son Ayden home from day care when I went around a sharp turn on the road, narrowly avoiding a giant rock that apparently became disconnected from its home at the top of the mountain. I saw the rock and had enough time to artfully dodge it.. 

The first thought I had as I drove on was that someone else would hit the rock—and quite possibly my wife driving home from work or someone else close to me. I decided to turn around.

After about another half mile, I found a safe place to turn.. Finally, arriving back at the rock, I pulled off the side of the road the best I could, knowing that I needed to be quick due to the speed of vehicles and the nature of the highway. As I got out of my car, the rock wasn’t just a rock; it was a boulder. Close up, I saw how enormous it actually was.

And just as quick as I stepped one foot out of my car, another car was heading dead straight for the boulder. It made contact.. both tires slammed over top of the of the piece of the mountain and the car did a 180 degrees spin before my eyes. 

I moved the rock, which had to weight at least 60 pounds, to the side and then drove behind the person who hit the stone. She was safe, and the child in the back of her car was safe, but rattled by the bounce.. Before leaving the scene, I made certain that she had a ride and that she was fine. The car was not, though.. both tires were shredded.

So it brings up some questions in my mind.

First off.. if I would have decided to turn around a minute sooner, I may have arrived before she had the chance to made contact with the hazard, thus saving her the miserable Friday night mishap.. But as fate would have it, that didn’t occur.

The other thought was how set on turning around I was. How immense of an issue it was for me to do it.. I felt that if I did not go back and take that rock off the road, someone would be hurt, or worse. So the fact I witnessed someone do what I feared was a bit of a shock.

And finally, I wondered this: Did my turning around to go back set into motion the series of events that ruined this woman’s car, but perhaps saved the life of someone else? 

I don’t know.

If the multiverse theory has any credence, an infinite amount of simultaneously happened. It just so came to be that I was in the universe where people were safe but tires were destroyed.

I just cannot shake the feeling that I need to go back.. almost that I knew something was going to happen. Or someone would be hurt. 

So the fact I witnessed before my eyes the very event I had a premonition of really has my scratching my head.

Coincidence, you may say. And you may be right.

Maybe.