For the past few days, I’ve been scanning, backing-up and uploading my old STATEMENTS for later on…
I look back at my accomplishments and found that I didn’t know what I was doing and didn’t know what I want or where I was going. All I needed was a purpose.
And after watching the last half hour or so ever of `The Matrix Revolution` during the same time the Vancouver 2010 Olympics was being broadcast that night, I learned:
`All things must come to an end`.
Fast forward 42 years later, I’ve lived, laughed and cried by myself and with loved ones. There were many blessings at every corner – a smiling face, more food that my stomach could hold, a well-paying job and other friendly people.
Yet, I felt empty. Work was tedious, repetitive and my eyes were becoming wide open. My mind was racy. My thoughts were endless. I knew something was changing not only in me but in my environment.
People started showing their true colors. Relatives and friends are no longer sincere and nice. Co-workers were snappy and brown nosing. The temps were not committed and were deliberately slow. And lastly, the micro-manager (Corinne) took her many vacations and made life hell for the temps after I left.
Then my world started to unravel as my failed business slowly fell through the cracks. I was all alone on a chosen path to poverty. I knew my prayers were indeed answered – to give it up for the truth about myself, the world and everything else that doesn’t make sense.
And there it stayed – nowhere and into thin air. The chances for recovery of the past are HOPELESS! Or so I’ve heard from a `squire`.
The continual denial of betrayal has been coupled with the utmost faith in a trusted friend, a long distance stranger still after ten slong years.
However, deep inside of me, there is the nagging sense of truth that life may be short but love is long and strong, no matter what happens or how wrong. (Words that rhyme in one sentence have been bold.)
Anyway, it’s too bad a gang of spooks had to teach me a valuable lesson. They too are interested in `spreading the wealth` but at the expense of hard-working, tax-paying drones. And in order to fulfill their missions(s), they had to find `outside help`, which failed, too.
You see, when you help a `fellow brother`, the price is high.