viernes, 27 de diciembre de 2013

Two things I dislike

When I once was younger and I didn´t know well. Adults used to say “old times” were better and often I laughed at their saying. How could that be? How could I know, if I was a spring chick?


Now I´m grown old. I see their time and mine. I have some means to see their past, their streets, their pictures, their memories, and I can tell those things you are going to miss when growing too old, too weak or strong to give credit those things that are beautiful in life.

In the Bible -too- you can see people crying (and missing) old times. I liked that part when their temple was re-built and many old people cried and shed their tears.

Jesus told many things will be torn (Mar_13:1-2 Jesus said to him, "Do you see these large buildings? Not one of these stones will be left on top of another. Each one will be torn down."), but memories are a good stronghold you can keep to build and help other persons.

I was raised in a culture I thought I like. When you convert to God, and His Son Jesus, you will know how wrong some things are. Do you know that conversion calls you to be somewhat Jewish?

I don´t know if you have checked how that process is, but I have seen how some people here are turning to Santeria, to Satanism, since many -like me- abandoned Catholicism to follow Jesus the way the Bible says (step by step) just by leaving their culture and its local biased traditions.

For instances, Patriotism is a sort of cult, a state religion, each local country has taught you and me, to die (while others are sit giving you orders)... Was it Jesus´ teaching? That was a Jewish teaching, instead.

If we want, we are to die for those loved ones, not belonging to a physical country or its state religion. On the contrary, traditions have taught us what served them to keep on ruling our ideas...

The Roman “Holy” Empire once visibly existed in Europe... It laid some teachings that are alive (and kicking). It made its syncretism of ideas to get you (and me) to do what they wanted (and still wants).

Few minutes ago, my mother started fighting with me to go out to buy things she likes for her X-mas (She´s finally gone!). He! He!

I can´t get the point about X-mas: Saturnalia feast enjoyed, under another name?

Is it for teaching about Christ?

Is it to enjoy just few days, like carnivals?

My mother is like grumpy. She is stubborn, rarely compassionate outside her heart, and rarely admits this as a fault; because each day she grumbles about almost anything (making me feel I don´t like her anymore, although she was the person I think I deeply loved, when a child).

I cannot believe a thing when this is taught with a lie.

I remember when I found several boxes my dad tried to hide under the bed, one of those days I cherished and enjoyed the lying. I didn´t have the time to speak sharing thoughts about this. He is gone and not dead (I hope).

X-mas is not my season.

I don´t like carnival either, so I had better to hide on those days they do their things the way I did... (Just see it in Peru: “As of 2010, it has become so violent that the government has imposed heavy penalties of up to eight years in prison

My life style calendar has to be changed, one of these days.

I´ll be grumpy for being in a place I don´t want to be in...

P.S.

I am not so grumpy!

Few minutes before I published this blog, my mother gave me a can of creamy peanut butter, so I will keep her in my prayers so she be changed to be the mother she could be the rest of each year.

miércoles, 11 de diciembre de 2013

To someone like you


“@In my quest to find Mr Right (or rather hoping he would find me) I have found that dating seems to be a mission... I want someone who has a relationship with Jesus. But I'm finding more and more that so many single guys have this whole act going on in church. You would be so convinced that they are saved and have a relationship with God only to date them and realize that they are playing church just for their family. How do you even know when someone is genuine and someone is not?” @

I loved what you have said. In fact, you are not the only one seeking that Mr Right. You are not alone, and I hope to find that special person, and reading that “you also hope to be found” made me smile, since I once posted the same on blogger.com, some time ago... Ja! Ja!

Twenty years ago, I thought my Mss Right would be in a church. I used to say to God: “Allow me to find her, in a way she looked like my grandmother...” (She was a Baptist woman, and I had wrong ideas on how my grandma was) But I loved the way she was!

Those days I met one woman I liked (and her name was close to my grandmother's, also) Ja! Ja! (I think God showed me how foolish my ideas were, those days).

I liked that relationship we both developed. I wasn't sure she was my Mss Right, but I married her anyhow, because I believed she was “my” Mss Right (She wasn't mine, telling the truth! Same way I wasn't her Mr Right).

The church, as a mean to find friends or spouses, is the same like outside: There's no guaranty on WHO you would find...

I enjoyed the two first years (We spent 13) and I cannot say how long she enjoyed me, but she endured me! (Same way I stood by her side, since both tried to make it function).

Problems came when we realized we were too different, and things became worst when: 

1.    Baby Joshua came... (Money was an issue at that moment) as this is today!
2.    She invited some of her family to live with us  (that spoiled sexual intimacy, personal space and privacy, and those things you will know when facing it yourselves).
3.    Doctrinal and personal beliefs came along to separate ME from hers (She was a Pentecostal and I still being a non-religious Christian believer).
4.    She used to think she was a leader! (a church leader and HOME leader) and her commitment to her Pentecostal denomination made me feel I was isolated, since I was doing my part at the Christian Churches (not thinking I was a leader) Jesus is my leader! (I came to Christ, as my Lord and Savior, through the work of people from the Team Expansion missionaries). 
5.    I married her for physical relief. It wasn't the love I know now. So I failed from the beginning, and I knew something about her I should have divorced before passively thinking: “Probably God wants me to be married and love her the way she is...”

Genuine love is an unidirectional COMMITMENT, not a fixed feeling I condition for convenience.
You don't know a person unless you live with that one you planned to love or marry.

Doctrinal beliefs should be explored first than touching hands, lips, or any part of the body or those changing feelings.

Church is supposed to be the “ideal” place to find out that idealized person, but look at the stories of Rebecca, who was found IN THE STREET, directed by God through prayers (Abraham's, his servant's and Isaac's human longings).

Look at Ruth story... Look at Booz account and his justice... Those people came from afar and outside the religious synagogue or denominational church. Some churches are a sort of kindergarten, home schools or military hospitals for healing wounded hearts... 

What I'm saying is the Church is not exclusive for finding your Mr or Mss Right!

You cannot find your best choice in a disco, in a bar, in a party where they consume drugs or enjoy cheating.

You cannot get your Mr Right if you see his date several girls in a week or if he/she keeps on wooing a couple of girls/women/men at the same time.

You shouldn't marry a woman who thinks (of herself) she is a leader or tries to lead you, as a man. (Remember the saying: “Behind any big man, there is a big woman...”). 

I love to be the one I am! 

God is not religion, but A WAY TO LIVE, more than this materialistic culture.

Of course, I see how materialistic Rebecca was when RECEIVING all that stuff she received on behalf of IsaacŽs name. I saw how materialistic Isaac and I are when staring at outer beauty, since OUR MINDS are set on things that are conditioned or programmed to be understood by OUR EYES, instead of our hearts (or by the spirit of our minds). 

Did Moses marry an ugly woman?
Did he marry a Cushitic woman while Sephora was alive? (Does any of us know more than God?)

Abraham married a nice looking woman. He met her PERSONALLY, not by a hidden picture nor in a Blind date... Why DO many people hide? I know many like to play their games, but I don't like playing hide & seek.

Jacob wanted a nice looking woman, but Laban tricked him to work 7 more years to get Rachel... How long will you be WORKING TO GET HER?

I leave these things on God's...

I barely get enough to my daily living.


Nov 20, 2013

A.T.

Hospitals



Today I had to visit one hospital for some tests on my heart.
I'm the type of person who seldom goes there, but I had
to check how it functions to see I'd resists the
medical treatment to kill the leishmania.

I saw people's faces,
concerned and feeling pains.
Their fears in sorrow,
their blood, their veins.

I felt how some may feel
the way they looked constrained.
There's blood, pissed up...
And all of these are vain?

Some are grieved
some are hurt
I saw their faces
I saw their pain.

Besides -within these-
there's a malign campaign:
Now, I opened the eyes.
We don't want to be there,

Money is sought,
Tears are shared.
And with a hug
someone's there.

My heart is broken
I've found no tear.
No place to run
I have some fears.

My heart is faulty.
I thought it strong.
Don't want to live it.
I wish I'm gone.

Don't know to sort it.
I wish my home.
This fear I let off.
I ain't buy hopes gone.

I'm not yet dying,
It's slow to go.
I wish I'm gone
This fear is on.

They're badly sad.
I saw that face.
They want their home.
As human race.

Some cried aloud,
Just few smiled.
I saw their blood,
their pain around.


I wish I'd receive my treatment now.
I don't want to spend any more day.


Money is sought,
All hopes're spent;
while many mourn,
I'm home again.

Legs or faces are broken.

Restless nights with longer days...

I'm really glad
That's not my case.

viernes, 29 de noviembre de 2013

Would God Expect Women To Work Like A Male ?


Well, I am puzzled too.

I played the role of a mother, some time ago (my Joshua is 19 years now and Elisha 17). I wanted to give Josh my best. I never played with "dolls", so that time gave me the chance to learn from my own 1st baby (Elisha wasn´t planned, so I was screwed up in raising two kids).

Time passed by and I know HOW I failed. My ex-wife was a GOOD help. She made more money than me, but money NEVER reached "our" expectations, and diapers and ALL that stuff wasn´t cheap (as you now know).

For me, as a father (and half mother) Ha! Ha! I knew how to hug them the way you like (and I never liked having had one brother at the place I knew as "home" and my mother gave us more brothers and a LOVING STRONG sister).

As a family, man and woman have to settle down what ECONOMY the would LIKE to live and what THEY WOULD LIKE TO ENJOY (make it in a written paper, to avoid forgetting that contract of the economy of their marriage).

The moment I asked my ex-wife to take car of babies, followed my resignation from the job I was getting PART of the money my children needed (my ex-wife was -and IS- good to make money).


After some experiences and learning from other people, you´d have your own opinion (and defending position) on that.

Time WILL TELL YOU MISSED important time while you were working in a PC or in a office to make your children look better, to be dressed up and look fine to "your" eyes (because secretly you didn´t want to be LOOKED DOWN). Time will tell you MANY things you´d like to ignore closing your eyes. Of course! Some children may say: "You don´t love me" or "YOU DIDN´T LOVE ME" (My daughter JOY told me that, because her mom pushed her to think that receiving MONEY IS receiving LOVE; but I know how I love and LOVED her (and all).

Inside the room, YOUR HOME, there is a lot of WORK you won´t never be paid (you don´t need to, by the way). Those days you looked after your child watching all those nights to control the fever, his/her coughing (etc) (etc) won´t be paid. Firstly, THEY CAME HERE because you "called" them to be with you (no child has come without a sexual invitation) (only those you have adopted). 2ndly, that job won´t be paid because it is the best job GOD HAS GIVEN A MAN AND HIS WOMAN (Thank YOU, Lord, for that blessing I enjoyed). 3erly, IT WAS THE ONLY WAY I have to know more deeply my father´s feelings, my GRANDMOTHER´S TOILS, how I was raised and, the last, I KNEW MORE ABOUT GOD WHEN BEING ME, as father (not the best, not the worst) and as temporal "mother".

I hope these ideas serve any of you, unpaid labors who love (and loved) their children and those days that are to pass by. 

jueves, 28 de noviembre de 2013

To a heartbroken person...

Stories of broken hearted people is ENDLESS, everywhere on earth (and also in Heaven, where I guess someone misses human love).

That pain of being left is selfish, parly. I know it since I grow and grew with it.

When we hurted people, when we left them alone -contrary to their loving will- they suffered that pain and, often, we were not completely conscious of the broken heart we left and the wrong things we did.

When we were left by them, we were aware of the pain, we knew how it hits, and this time we know how it hurts (the lesson serves to avoid hurting or being hurt).

 My life have both extremes and recently, I fell in love with one woman I adjusted to match (the whole thing is long and wrong, and I won´t repeat on telling those blogs I have posted) and that ended on Sept. 2012.

I know I had it a pure feeling, honest love. I could have it in the sensual sense or as a sexual relationship, but I stopped it before it was too late, because I was deeply involved with her.

The thing here, as a broken hearted man, when you knew you got the wrong person, we have to accept their refusal, their leaving away, their choice for another person... All are free to do it, to choose for another (if not married, because it is a long-termed commitment).

This year, by the way, I met with someone I have loved for more than 20 years. Innerly, as a secret, I planned that one day I could meet her to marry her (the way I thought I knew her) but, after some hours of re-encounter with a group of people, I found out I was wrong, she was not the one I thought she was and not the one I thought she would be when being Christian, so I´m glad I know I was wronged by my ideas and not others.

Do you like to find yourself being cheated, to find out you have loved an adulterer?

I´m glad he left you! No matter how painfully it is today, little girl.

I have liked many songs of JOURNEY. Steve Perry seemed to have lived some of his songs but, as I have seen, "love" is an idealization, a dream seldom found.

Hope you find him!

viernes, 22 de noviembre de 2013

Emotional Loneliness. Is this an issue today?


I don´t think it as an option, you can change it or endure that... 

For example, I recently got a cat and I couldn´t keep it for three reasons, as I saw these: 

1) Her feeding was out of "my budget" or daily income (if I call it that way). 
2) The job I irregularly do takes me out home too often, and 
3) She was too demanding, I´m used to my passsed by dog... (But I loved the way she was). 

These same things apply for people, as well as other reasons for their being alone or emotionally isolated (I know some people cannot walk, cannot see... and more). 

I just let these things for you to consider some reasons that could be keeping you in a situation that leads you (or someone) to how you feel (or them), the way you are (or them) and no matter there is a family (since I have 3 children). 

I live alone, in a mountain, with no relationship with my neighbors (because I don´t like the way they are, for example) and many dislike to look at people eyes or their needs. You can live in an apartment and, each time you get into an elevator, you avoid looking at people´s eyes and, if they say "hello", you are mute or suddenly deaf. 

Prayers do heal people, but my actitude spoils it -as well as yours- and those may be hindered to get your way out. 

Find out how to cope with loneliness, your actitude and live ONE DAY AFTER A DAY. 

I enjoy sharing with people who are accesible and open minded IN THE STREETS. 

If you are secluded, the CC and other sites may help you find some relief or a definitive way to sort these out. 

Allow me to say that I wish God may look on those who feel alone or the sadness of loneliness, same way I have see it here and elsewhere.

jueves, 14 de noviembre de 2013

Does marriage matter?


Well! I married once and that lasted for 13 years. Now I´m divorced and I know marriage is not a bullet proof jacket… If I love (and feel specially loved) I don´t mind being married twice, but THAT CONTRACT is not a love guarantee. I´m not interested in having children (I got 3) I´m concerned in sharing my life with one who has Christian/jews habits, a nice and intelligent woman, who believes in God and understands His teachings. Freedom is not an issue but BELONGING to one another… 

It´s God's miracle to be united as ONE. And marriage, as a contract has to be seen as it is: A risky contract, and investment and I understand why some may skip it. I don´t see a sin living without it. The sin is cheating or having two (or more) “lovers”. 

The commitment should be LOVE and exclusive sex. I spent much of my life to learn this lately. Me and my ex-wife regreted having married one another without knowing who we really were or expected in such a long-term relationship. Marrying, without God´s guidance, is a fake feeling. It´s a pity not having God just at the corner or around our neighborhood to listen to His direct advice: It´s a lesson we pay with pains and $, but better to face it than depraving or missing a portion of this life.

Amistad... Quizá es solo otra IDEALIZACIÓN.


¿Acaso sólo el que te comenten bien por algo, hace que descubras un amigo o que con algo se construya una verdadera amistad?

Se puede ser tan superficial o profundo como uno quiera (o la oportunidad nos permita) pero LAS PERLAS están más abajo de la superficie del agua y, a demás, dentro de una ostra, enconchada... La misma analogía aplica a las piedras preciosas, que están bajo la superficie de la tierra, que requieren cierto trabajo para lograr alcanzarlas...

lunes, 28 de octubre de 2013

Reply to: "Older women and younger men"


Allow me to tell, according to my experience: I never like older women. Today youngs, both men or women, try to learn from the older ones and, in the case of women, some may call her cougars (I don´t know why) except that having younger people by sides makes you to feel younger. 

Tina Turner may call that "successful", like many others who has got what they like and, ALL are free to get the partner any could be given (GOD-GIVEN) but I can assure what I have heard from the people I have met is sordid. Old women still having fantacies like teenagers (I knew one who wanted 2 men in bed and this also fell in love with a man of 25) She is 43 yearsd old!

What do I have in common with a teen? What do I have in common with a foreigner in a remote country I cannot walk in her culture or economy? 

LOVE seems to be a need EVERYWHERE, but the commonwealth of ideas, likes, and a bunch of things do matter to make it successfully; because beauty and health may fade away. 

Older people can be ill-biased. Teens are those who risk themselves to start a new relationship at ease, and I had a forty-niner friend who married 5 times (From USA, by the way). 

Marriage has to be given by God. It´s not based on beauty, a nice roof richly kept or sex. It´s a miracle to find one and a miracle to be found. 

So I remember those words Jesus said about "the eunuch"...

lunes, 16 de septiembre de 2013

Love relationships


Yesterday I was given a love lesson. I heard the voices of a granddad and a son praying, repeating and following instructions. It was lovely! It was like Jesus were teaching each of us there.

Someone else was at the chat room and each one enjoyed for what they heard, did or liked.

You can hear someone chewing his food or chewing her gum, but this what I heard was more than that. It was like my heart beating, a man who became a dad second time and a little voice who asked his loving attention and, as a response, he or she did what a granddad asked or needed. Doesn't it look like us, being Christians?

Let's say we are not at God's physical reach, but we could be assured or hugged, sometimes. We are not at His lap, but He is willing to care for all our needs, to give us personal attention, while whispering His words sweetly: He wants to be loved too.

I agree we don't want to give too much attention to certain things or persons. We are creepy when asking things, and perhaps we are not kind enough to thanks those who has blessed us with a sincere prayer, an honest act of friendship, or the empty seat we received at a crowded place. We're are not kind enough to tell God “Thanks” when life is spared, saved from secular corruption or from the danger of any human disease.
Doesn't this remind you when Jesus spoke of those men who were healed and never thanked him back?
Love often functions like the job of a gardener. You cannot get easily some special fruit. A flower needs attention, her soil requires watering with your nice feelings and the toil that pays you back with beauty or her scent. Don't you regret vanishing colors? Will you leave your roses to turn pale?

In love you are aware you need attentions; but the other part could be demanding his (or her) anytime you won't think of. It is like breathing! There is an incoming air and its opposite flow changing. Who wants to stop his living breath?

There is a selfish part on this. I could long to receive fresh air. I would love to inhale, to kiss, but paid too little attention on somebody's else breathing. I received, and sometimes -too often- I stopped myself from giving.

I miss my child's voice: I recorded the sound of his voice when he was so little and dear to me (Where have I left it?). I took those pictures I cherish for the memories they could keep, and for those I'll be reminded when my children become moms or dads. But this child I heard yesterday made me happy, and I cannot show the face I now have on this screen as a paperwall.

There was a young lady too who also enjoyed that moment. She wants to have her kids. Perhaps she keeps the word she would give her husband when they´re married; but human life needs one room for breathing, same way a rose has its thorns to be saved, self-protected and rooted in the depth of clean soil.

Loving relationships need our attention, one we freely give without pushing. You cannot get a real friend choking his/her personal desires. I'm sure I cannot respire in some rare atmospheres; so I guess I can help someone to breathe, to find her daily breath without hurting like a thorn... But I need God first!

Yesterday I secretly laughed at hearing people talking... In somebody's voice (and his claims) I heard how I was, the things I needed and I'm glad that I´m changing: God is the ONE I needed to have my all.

Some Christians may misbehave or look you down unfriendly. They are so demanding, so judgmental, that they indulged themselves to judge you, when you're walking your life at your steps. Is Jesus like that? Have you seen how bossy some Christians are, telling you to do the things they don´t make to happen?

“Come to me... My yoke is easy.” (Jesus, in Matthew's)

“No one can come to me unless the Father draws him” (Jesus, in John's) How could you lead a person to Jesus if God is out?

Yes! God is not pushing me to love Him. He invites me to love Him by obedience, same way His Son did.

Yes! He wants me to follow Jesus´ teachings and life style. Will you come too?

Love is not a dead-end street, it´s a two way street. It is roomy enough for people to breathe, to walk and feel safe. Its root is divine and above all humans. It has an earthly realm, but the operative design and its seal are divine and eternal: The source is God's.

Just to keep in mind, as I lately have said: Friendship and love are not to be begged, but to be given.

A.T.

viernes, 6 de septiembre de 2013

Lo que fácil viene ¿fácil se va?


Hubiese querido publicar estas ideas en inglés, pero intento dejarlas a mis hijos y, ni seguro esté que intenten poner atención a lo que pudiera servirles pronto, si se ahorraran unos años. Sé que -normalmente- aprendemos de nuestras propias experiencias, pero cuánto me aliviaría que estos carajitos se sirvieran de la mía...

Hace mucho leí libros que hoy echo de menos. Pendejamente vendí libros que hoy desearía tener para re-leer y, uno de ellos, es “El Hombre al desnudo”, escrito por Desmond Morris (sólo hojeé “El mono al desnudo”). Allí aprendí un grupo de cosas que todavía se cumplen por el carácter y la cultura visceral de la naturaleza humana.

Vestimos conforme a la moda. NO tengo idea de quién o quiénes la imponen, pero sé que va dirigida a esos aspectos de nuestra sensualidad más que a la comodidad o la seguridad. En el siglo  15 una minifalda sería un delito de muerte hoy, un hilo dental, es una propuesta visual a cada hombre que hay visto lo que hay bajo el vestido, de forma explícita y directa y, si quieren casarse con un bonito trasero, vayan a las playas y metan ojo (pero guárdense las manos) que un trasero exhibido, así, no tiene dueño fijo, ni es una relación en la que puedas confiar el amor de tu vida...

Sé que Elisha no repara en esto de “comer lo que venga”, es muy práctico; pero Joy se hace la pendeja y ya está pelando el diente. A fin de cuentas, lo que pierdan (o ganen) es cosa suya y, de mi parte, bien lejos vivo de sus cosas (para que no me afecten ni yo les afecte).

No voy a negar, como hombre, que no me atraigan esas carajitas con pantalones rotos. Esas piernas, esos muslos, parecen tener algo sabroso pero, en medio de tanta competencia visual, sin mostrar lo que hay en el carácter del cerebro, lo que quieren o lo que buscan, no es difícil prever que, largamente, cambiarán de pareja, de maridos o de amantes y,  como pecaminosamente tendemos a ser promíscuos -por placer o diversión- no sé cómo hallarán una pareja que no les sea infiel pues, la religión no es garantía de que alguien nos sea leal y, si una carajita o una persona nos atrae más de lo debido (en lo sexual o emocional) el vínculo erótico parece prevalecer sobre lo que se pensaba era amor y, en cuanto a conveniencias, la estúpidamente humana cree que la chica bonita resultará más fiel que quien haya sufrido desengaños en la vida o la que haya aceptado el señoría de Dios en su vida. ¿Les digo la verdad? ¡No hay garantías! Puede que se tenga temor de Dios, puede que ganes ese amor que siempre creíste o deseaste, pero -por cualquier imprevisto- mujeres y hombres cambian de pareja a conveniencia y mire qué pocas son fieles (puedo decirte que conocí pocas mujeres de un solo hombre, pero todas tienen fantasías eróticas y, para tristeza y desdicha de algunas, hay hombres durmiendo con otras mujeres, así como algunas de ellas se acuestan con otros “caballeros” ¡sin importar aspectos religiosos o económicos! (el vínculo no es amistad ni amor, es simple sexo).

Es fácil entender la razón por la que damos culto al sexo: Hay placer visceral. Puedes pasar horas comiendo o bebiendo, pero el sexo es tan adictivo como una droga fuerte y, de hecho, el cerebro se empapa de un caldo de hormonas alucinantes que uno siente que “vive” (cuando, en realidad, se muere). ¡Miren ese peo! La ilusión de la eyaculación no es mayor que esos 5 minutos pero, los problemas del sexo pueden durar años. ¿Qué tal un embarazo? ¿Qué tal una enfermedad de transmisión sexual? Uno ni sabe con quien se acuesta. Puede que te haga creer que ella ni él es promiscuo y, luego de ese rato, tendrás un problema de por vida... ¡No vale la pena!

Mi hija está bonita, pero no quiere oír; sino a su actual fantasía de que es joven y bella. Ella, como cualquier carajita, quiere más a su cámara fotográfica que al futuro que le conviene, y les daré un ejemplo ¿Qué hace una mujer adulta, casada, mostrándose demasiado sexy en fakebook? Digamos que no saca una foto convencional, sino una en la que se baja la ropa o suelta el traje de baño, dejando ver más allá de lo que el ojo normal alcanza ¿Qué se busca? Hablo como otro hombre, como simple espectador no puritano, porque he caído en esa misma clase de trampas.

Una mujer, con su cuerpo, palabras o actitudes puede seducir a quien quiera. No tiene que ser bonita ni sexy para llevárselo a uno a la cama. No tiene que ofrecer su casa, ni su cuarto ni pagar la cuenta del hotel para que alguno quiera acostarse sexualmente con ella. Sólo basta que ella diga al hombre (a otra mujer) que quiere sexo y lo tendrá (por eso me molesto con algunas niñas).

Las niñas de estos días no saben LO QUE PROPONEN. A su edad, muchas veces sin malicia, muestran toda la mercancía, lo que hay y lo que tiene precio, sin saber que estaban a la venta ¡y con ganas de darlo TODO gratis! (triste, pero verdadero) (a esto ya llegamos).

Ya la gente tiene sexo desde los 15-16 años. Yo, tardíamente, me enamoré de una carajita de 16 y eso duró menos de un año y, según me parece hoy, esas aventuras amorosas pueden durar horas, días, semanas o pocos meses ahora. ¿Qué tal un embarazo cuando no se tiene ni techo propio? ¿Qué decir de una enfermedad venérea? (porque ni condones usan y ¿quién les protege la boca?)

No me importa que hoy no me paren bolas o les parezca grosero. Una relación sexual, separados de un vínculo total y completo con Dios, es la peor cosa que uno se haga.

Les escribe y les habla un viejo pendejo de 52 años. Esas carajitas -a mí también- físicamente me gustan; pero no son de las que se quedarán con nadie (ni uno) si ustedes no se quedan con una sola de ellas. Ustedes “comen” aquí y “comen” allá (se las quieren comer todas); pero esas niñas, esas chicas que serán mujeres, también se van con cualquiera que las desee, para pasar un rato y SON MUY POCAS las que son realmente dignas de confianza y, peor aún, USTEDES NO SON DIGNOS DE CONFIANZA.

Hijo, cierta vez me dijiste que estabas esperando que, “llegara una chica que te demostrara ser digna de ti, de tu amor y de la fidelidad que guardas para una sola mujer... uno de estos días” ¡Qué sé yo! Permíteme decirte que ellas -también- piensan igual que tú y que yo. Tienen tantos o más sueños que cualquier hombre y, que si tú tienes fantasías o sueños eróticos, ella también tiene cerebro para lo mismo que tú deseas.

No puedo darte una respuesta para lo que tú -a solas- decidas para ti mismo, ni puedo darte garantías sobre lo que otra mujer, como individuo, decidirá de sí y para sí: La garantía es que no hay garantías para nadie y, las ventajas, son para ninguno.

Tú eres el mejor regalo que alguien pueda recibir cuando tú decidas darte a la persona que ames. Puede que ese alguien te estime hoy y, cualquier día de mañana, te subestime y se busque otro (u otra). No podemos predecir lo que alguien hará, a menos que la intuición o la comunicación esté afinada a lo que sus labios te digan o su voluntad públicamente te exprese.

No quiero que la vida se te vaya como se me ha ido. No deseo tengas que pasar por alguna estrechez, cierta incomodidad, que deje marca o dolor durante cada experiencia; pero caminarás tu sendero, el trecho de un dolor, como el amor te traerá gozo, a fin de que puedas apreciar las bondades de cada regalo que te ofrezcan, el desengaño de algún rechazo que no quieras ni pidas, en todo aquello que Dios disponga, para formar en ti (y para ti) el carácter que necesitas, sin importar lo seco o lo insípido del viaje que esta vida te guarde.

No creas a las apariencias.

Hay gente que no se exhibe, pero se vende más que ropa en vidriera. Puede que nunca la hayas visto promocionándose, pero no cesa en ofrecerse. Tal vez la veas mojigata, quizá parezca sencilla, pero no es mujer que merezca confianza.

Puedes saber las cosas que le gustan por las cosas que dice. Puedes conocer a alguien por las cosas que hace, por las cosas que te dice; porque su tesoro está en lo que le gusta y no en lo que le disgusta.

Si entras a una casa y todo lo que notas es lujo, allí se valora el bien material. Si una persona no cesa de hablar de nombres y de marcas, lo que gusta o está de moda (y desea poseerlo) te está diciendo qué cosas hay en su mundo, cómo lo ve, dentro de sí misma.

Si eres campusano, dado a la vida salvaje o demasiado sencilla, no podrás convivir con alguien 100% citadino. Si eres torpe, de poco estudio o lectura, no podrás mantener una relación con quien añore dormir en una biblioteca o en le aula de la universidad (aunque he oído que hay mujeres que desean “un burro” de la cintura hasta sus pies).

No es que les guste la zoofilia pero, así como hay algunos que desean tener dos mujeres en la misma cama, hay mujeres que fantasean -y han logrado- tener a más de dos hombres a sus pies. No sólo en un momento de sus vidas, sino en sus camas y sus mentes.

Tuve una amiga que me contaba cómo algunas de sus compañeras (o amigas) eran. Cierta vez me contó que, hasta ella misma se sorprendía pues, en más de una ocasión, en días de trabajo, las creyó que hablaban con sus esposos y, al terminar la llamada telefónica, éstas le explicaban que era uno de sus amantes o una de esas aventuras furtivas de un día. Hablo de mujeres adultas, de 40-50, que tienen esposos “adinerados” e igualmente  aventureros.

La infidelidad mental o sexual no se limita sólo a la vida mundana, también está en las iglesias. Puede que no se divulgue que pastoras y pastores echan su cana al aire... No que sólo el sacerdote católico eche su polvo fuera del perol, sino que evangélicos y no, también ponemos en entredicho la moralidad y que, por desgracia, no sólo mujeres u hombres tengamos pensamientos incestuosos o la práctica de estas cosas: El objetivo satánico es “ridiculizar” a Dios, a la humanidad, pero ¡DIOS NO PUEDE SER BURLADO! (y nos juzgará por todo eso).

No puedo garantizarte nada, hijo. Deseo que halles, para ti, toda la dicha posible (yo no la he hallado). Pienso que mucho de eso está en ti para que se lo des a una sola mujer, pero no hay modo de evitar que ella meta la pata o ponga la “cagada”... Igualmente, no hay manera de prevenir que tú o yo la pongamos en una acción errónea o pecaminosa, si no caminamos de acuerdo a lo que Dios manda.

Toda mujer desea y anhela ser amada, pero lo que pide no es una sola cosa (y ya sabes lo que cuesta). Toda persona sueña con ser aceptada como es y, en medio de su franqueza, te dirá: “Soy así y de este modo” pero hay cosas que no se dicen (1), que no se saben decir (2) o nunca se dijero (3).

Tal vez (no lo sé) si alguien te ama, te dirá quién y cómo es.

Humanamente, esa entrega es parcial, limitada y -ciertamente- nadie se dará de un todo; porque no somos pendejos, no nos haremos vulnerables a capricho de nadie y, la verdad, hasta con Dios nos entregamos a medias (no le conocemos personalmente) (nos han dañado tanto que tenemos prejuicios).

Hay dos extremos y un punto medio en las relaciones humanas. Hay quienes te dirán mucho de sus familias y no sabrás nada de ellas. Pueden que hablen mal y paja de sus hermanos o amigos, pero muy poco soltarán de sí, de quienes son.  Puede que las veas medio “pajuas”, medio sapas, pero ni sabes la verdad total de lo que te hablan de otras personas ni sabes lo que tratan de sacar de ti  (hablan “verdades” o mentiras, a ver qué cosas sí oyen de lo que tú ingenuamente les digas).

Hay otras personas que, en lugar de querer dañar voluntaria o involuntariamente la imagen de su familia o amig@s, te dirán demasiadas cosas íntimas; cosas que sólo son para confesarse con Dios  o la mejor amistad de tu vida pero, como NO LA TIENEN (y necesitan alguien así) decidieron confiarte tal “privilegio” pero, por contrapartida, a ti no te gustan, no te interesan y deseabas sólo echar un polvo y desaparecer de sus vidas como cualquier gallo... ¿Para qué le distes alas, si no quieres que vuelen contigo?

No estoy seguro pero, lo que fácil viene, fácil se va.

Ya he dicho que la amistad ni el amor se mendigan. Creo que -ni a Dios- le gustaría alguien chupa medias ni hala mecate (para ser más exacto). Pienso que uno puede poner algo de sí para darle “parto”, nacimiento, a lo que puede ser una buena amistad o relación pero, rogar por algo que no sea espontáneo no es bueno.

Te aconsejo no te dejes llevar por las apariencias ni por la sobriedad de la hipócrita modestia. Quizá es mejor oír el ruido de lo que no es silencio a quedarse con aquello que “no moja, pero empapa”. Alguien que hace bulla, es más fácil entender o prevenirse que aquellos (y aquellas) que nada de ruido hacen, me parece.

Tuve una aventura con una mujer que, descaradamente, me ofreció facilitarme las cosas con una de sus amigas. Debe ser que los ojos me brillaron cuando vi a su amiga y, ciertamente, soy transparente a muchas de mis emociones, me gustan las mujeres jóvenes y no las de mi edad ¿Voy a pelear con el ser que soy? No era mi intención hacer nada de lo que me disgusta que me hagan, sólo vi lo que vi, y esa persona estaba sentada a mi lado. No uso lentes negros ni me escondo en fachadas (tampoco fue su celo, sino una reacción de su descaro) ¿En qué terminó la relación?... Igual como todo lo que se va.

Estos días -por cierto- me dijo algo que podría volver a involucrarme con su cama o la mía: ¡Lo que se va se va! (y esto me lo digo a mí mismo)

Las relaciones personales no sólo se basan en afinidades, sino en deseos en común. Hoy puedes tener a alguien en tu vida, en tu lecho, pero si Dios no está en nuestras vidas, esa forma de “amor” se apaga como una vela.

El amor se sustenta en hechos, no sólo en temporales deseos viscerales o gustos que cambian.

Ustedes, carajitos y carajitas, gocen lo que gozan, pero si eso es dicha, se les acaba: No tiene a Dios como referencia ni respeto. Muestran lo “mejor” que tienen (por fuera) y este mundo está lleno de depredadores y depredadoras. ¿Están seguras de que el tal es le mejor? ¿Están dando de ustedes lo mejor que tienen de sí?

Ese rostro bonito, en un par de décadas, no sirve al maquillaje. Esos músculos que hoy exhibes -como pavo real- se caerá como se te va a caer el que te conté cuando llegues al llegadero. ¿Te gustará ver a tu mujer con otro hombre? ¿Te gustará que tu chica se vaya con otro, sea por dinero o por sexo?

Últimamente, veo a más mujeres buscándose a un chamito. El tabú social ha cambiado y, en lugar de que quieran casarse hombres con mujeres, sucede lo contrario. ¿No hay valor para ese compromiso? ¿Todo se hace por dinero? ¿Qué estamos dispuestos a dar para quedarnos con una sola persona? ¡No lo sé! Sólo sé que, lo que fácil viene, fácil se va. Hoy tienes juventud, mañana se te irá y, la vida es un regalo y la llenan de maldad.

A.T.

lunes, 17 de junio de 2013

What does it make anyone a writer?

Technically, the ability to write and the art of conveying ideas well. Any can be a “writer”, but something makes few of them to be popular, just by drawing people's attention.

Any can be a music “player”, but few are real musicians. A writer is that one who writes a lot and has piles of papers written with things but, the art is pending on the colors his/her adjectives gives to actions, things or persons spoken of.

Josh is at the military service. Today I recommended him to be careful, because “I don't want to be grandfather” and he promised that won't be yet (Thanks God if so). I told him a couple of my recent “love” affairs, while he showed to be smart and reluctant. I begged him to pray for God's direction: We can see faces, and never each heart...

A writer has the thoughts of any person, but he/she has the chance to write them down quickly, with the hunch or the feeling they often come to be felt or considered. There are many chances when he/she gets enticed and forgets to write to freeze some notions of ideas, and sometimes I had some memories, with its feelings, I cannot convey to portray as words.

Yes! There is some minute regret for the missing records I did not kept. There are feelings I considered eternally lost, but life is like a waving ocean that often brings them back to the seashore of mind to be written or live up again.

There is something compulsory in writing. Sometimes one thing makes you write for minutes or hours. Something meaningless changes to be important, and I cannot tell you why one thing changes each time I try to understand it before it be written down (this last sentence took me several corrections to this final amendment).

Sometimes in my hut, that one I own to bring me peace of mind, a tiny thing becomes a river of ideas where I cannot stop drinking or thinking. I remember the time I went there the first, finding my place, and I felt that that was made “specially” for me. That was a lonely place! 13 years ago. No neighbor around, so it was my place (not now).

I can breathe a sigh remembering those 10 years I spent and enjoyed in that land. Those trees were my friends, the silence smelled like wood and everything seemed to be mine: I wish I can write more someday...

The only thing I miss there, at home, is the electricity power (Would you mind if I ask you to pray for that?). Living around dimming candle lights is not my best idea, but I cannot change my present state with dreams and I don't plan to leave all my papers forgotten, over that table piled with hard to read handwritten rubbish...

I guess some writers liked the honor to be read because this makes some economic profit and it is like living or being heard for decades. Perhaps no many seek fame, but money and, in my case, I write to be known by my children or whomever might like reading just one page.

My kids do not like to write or read, but I hope that will chance same way it happened to me. I remember some dreams I had and some of them where finally done, not like I would have liked.

I don't know if my age or the rainy season help me to stay in bed thinking. I often take minutes (or hours) thinking or praying laid in bed and, when I wake up, I gently brush my teeth same way, up to the moment I need water to wash my mouth. I don't remember when I got this habit, and I'm glad I have no one to criticize it. Will you now that I published it? (He! He!).

Too often my pillow looked very attentive to me. She tries to pay attention to each of my thoughts or to whatever I might have thought to say. She's loyal enough to keep the secrets she keeps and I know she won't say anything to you, but I have liked how she has backed me up femininely with some of my ideas (or dreams). She knows I hate mud...

I had heard some like to consult their pillows, to make decisions. I have learned how some people like to cry over their pillows and their tears cannot be mute when falling on these that are made of light feathers. You can cry your shouts on that smelling cotton, but this fellow companion won't say a word you would lately regret. Pillows are not certainly deaf! But they won't tell the secrets of a daydreamer.

I believe she hears my thoughts. I like the way she silently looked at me and it would be okey if I dare to give her a name (what about Mónica?).

Mónica is a nice name that reminds me of those who have helped and saved my life by just being supportive friends. I don't deserve those who have come into my life, and these names are worthy of mentioning for the good things they have done (for me and many). But a soft pillow cannot give you the wisdom of an advice, but just find out one Monica and tell me later she is not a golden gem to look at. :P (I hope you find your helping hand or advisor).

Pillows are comfortable cushions to lessen some pressures of the head and very few people dislike having one, at least. Those tears someone has shed cannot be muted on them, and some chilling cries still being heard compassionately with some words written on a piece of paper...

Silence in that mountain is different. Peace takes its pace far from cities and I can hear my heart softly beating, and the pulse itself has this heart breathing.

A writer knows his/her heart with the experience of years. A “writer” like me knows his needs, his lacks and longs, and seeks for real satisfaction: Do I know I came here to be an angel? Do I honor God despising myself all alone, the only good thing I think I owned?

We're very well told not to love world. That's true! We are not the same, it was insane, and I've got nothing out of it. I know I'm a worldly thing who likes its own. I would like to know more worlds or the entire cosmos to find what I like, but this life is limited in time and space, and I don't remember hearing God's direct voice telling me “do this” or “go this address”: I learnt the hard way! Same way like many of you.

Sin is the thing I have to hate! I have to avoid sinning, same way any would avoid being hurt.

For instances, look at Job writings. Was he writing from his lack of vivid experience? Was he real or a theological invention? As a writer, did he lack the emotional background of what he wrote or heard for us? The Bible is a gold mine and some teachings worth life plus diamonds.

A simple poem often comes from a hunch of a feeling mingled with human dreams. An idea becomes a desire and a person spurs things that can be true out of idealizations. Who writes a poem without the experience of a feeling? A composer can write without an initial emotion?

Let's say Beethoven was deaf in his late years, but he never lacked the notion to write music or never ceased having his feelings.

This week I watched a movie (“Coraline”, a Focus Features / Laika Entertainment / Pandemonium production). It's based on a novel written by Neil Gaiman (Ed. Harper Collins Publishers, 2002), and I partially liked the psychology I saw and heard there. Has anybody noticed the attention we have drifted from family? We love gold or quick pleasures, but we tend to leave people alone and out our way...

Each time Coraline felt alone she took a picture of two friends she has left and said: “Don't forget about me, guys”. Have any of you ever felt that? Does a writer talk to him/herself, in his/her loneliness?

That sounded me like a common prayer I haven't heard from many and, of course, the movie-novel is not Christianized, because it has several elements of magic like Disney's stories (but that human longing is universal to change loneliness).

In Coraline's movie I saw two parents isolated in their jobs of writers and a lonely girl who was born by “accident”, as not being desired. How many were grown that way? (I did not received the attention I would have wished from my parents).  What can be said of some character's names? I heard subliminal words as “Why born” (Wyborne) or that like “why be” (Wybie). This is not my mother tongue, but I think it is a field where some could have researched...

Sometimes I tried to give my children attention and, in my opinion, they've liked money instead of love, and I know what I don't have to give. I talked to Joy last night and she looks reluctant to pay attention to what an adult may say but, at faKebook, she sees all the pictures she can of her friends (and I know it because I was with her, side by side, last night in her Internet session).

All or many people are uploading and downloading on-line contents. These are pictures, notes, etc. Some are becoming bloggers, amateur journalists or writers, and some are good at faking, reposting or at impersonating others they are not.

Why do we need to be remembered or seen?
Why do I need to be known by my sons?

We seek some recognition.

Privately I have said God is a bloggist. He wrote His name on the entire universe and the Bible is a simple love note... (Here I felt like tears were about to fall off).

A writer leaves the testimony of his/her ideas and the teaching of what he is learning or doing. As father I wish I had given more, but rare things hinder my ways same way as yours.

Perhaps not many people want to be admired or desired, but look that God also wants holy recognition. Read the Bible and see the many times He has said “I AM almighty” or “I DID” or “would DO” this to be known. He is not selfish, but God has His holy ego, same way we have ours: I am me! (You are you) and without God we cannot safely live.

Satan is a liar. He insists on telling humans we can live without God pleasing our selfish beings, hurting others and causing all type of human mess: I wish I had all those good qualities God has in stock for His chosen ones. I wish I could hear His personal voice to be directed, guided, but I'm deaf as a stone and, what I've learned, I learn from experiences and from others.

Imagine a writer with no experience, what is he going to write? He is a simple reader typing, instead.

Coraline movie tells me a good thing I have to keep in mind. The other mother told her, in the living room: “They say even the proudest spirit can be broken with love”. Is this totally true?

I know many have lost valuable things when believing the wrong ones. Those “ghosts” on the movie said: “She spied on our lives and saw we weren't happy... She lured us away by treasures, treats and games to play”. Is not the world doing the same? How long will I let evil lead my life with presents that are not gifts?

Sometimes we gave all that we had and found ourselves out with people who never stopped asking rather than giving, just letting them sew darkness in our eyes.

Yesterday, while I was cloning a HDD, Francis told me a story connected to her parents and, to resume all she said, it dealt with sorcery used to separate her father from her mother. Is magic being used to separate Christians from the Bible and its good teachings? (Rev. 21:8)

Many people like reading thick books connected to “good” vampires, magic sex, eternal youth taken from blood and romantic things taken from fornication or adultery; but few are willing to spend half an hour reading the Bible and few go to a Bible study outside the church (I don't go! Here there is a denominational movement I don't like to cope with) (I hate religion and Jesus denounced hypocrisy and its denominational tendencies).

Some people said “I love you”, and it took time to see I lied same way they did, and I'm spared from being eaten up.

I gave my brother A.G. a copy of the Coraline movie, and he gave me -in turn- more info I could read or discuss later. Why are so many people drawn to occultism? What's the reason we seldom pray and try to live up individually instead of waiting for God's hands?

Many of us want to write on our blanked pages. It's like living our personal Paradise and missing God who is absent or voiceless to our deaf ears.

We shared our ideas. Some are missing here and most of them I cannot convey into this foreign language...

I checked some information we got from the Internet. I can't tell you why some writers -like Stephenie Meyer- became so popular, but there is a dark force sponsoring them from their nameless background and, of course, there is an emptiness that longs to be fed and wants to be filled in humanity. I'm a human being and I want to live and feel I'm living. 

I often tell God: “Please, update the Bible. We need a more vivid experience with you”. I'm glad the Dead Sea Scrolls appeared, but that isn't enough to build a friendly relationship with God and Jesus.

Many Christian writers are giving their best on their writings, but we human beings need an individual and personal encounter with God, His Spirit, and Jesus is an example of life; but we lack some information while we're seeking to hear God's personal voice.

I believe thunders can speak from God, as circumstances as well, but that is just the beginning of anything. Jesus heard his voice. John the Baptist heard God's voice. Peter, James and John too...

How could I befriend you if you only “poked” me with a “like” click? Sometimes I don't see what they say and often I'm in a rush to leave what I have to post...

See how some church “leaders” want you to walk blind (“by faith”, they say). If you take a look at Coraline movie, you'll see the other mother wanted THE SAME. Once you are blind enough, you won't see the truth: And the TRUTH is Jesus Christ.

Coraline wasn't happy with her parents' attitude, which is fine to find it out within ourselves. Are we being good enough with our children? Are we giving them love or simple stuff?

Some “leaders” want our eyes shut to do what they're pleased. They may use the Bible as a law code, as well as the national constitution for their arguments, but justice is above all things.

I guess the character of Caroline has to be lift up each time a “leader” wants us to be blind and starts pushing his/her bottoms to get me submissive or blind to say what I think I see.

Jesus told us He is the leader, the Master, and all who wants to be great has to serve all...

I don't want to be blinded.

I won't let them to push me with their black bottoms and subliminal magic arts.

I won't to partake with those who like magic arts and sorcery. I'll be away from any movement or denomination promoting secular traditions, who are far from Christ.

A writer is any who denounces himself and his hypocrisy.


A writer is any preacher who writes his/her words to correct the message and the log of that earthly trip.



miércoles, 5 de junio de 2013

Rejection



I don't know how most of the people are. I have no idea, since my experience is very limited in time and scope. I have some clues from me and these are the tips I got to understand my life.
We came into this world knowing nothing and the 1st thing we learned is satisfying our basic needs: Breathing and Feeding are commonly acknowledged as our basic needs and, while in our mother's womb, we were good at diving. Didn't we?

The first lesson we were told was breathing. I don't remember the push and, the lesson number two was I needed to be fed. Some how I knew it was needed, because I was cherished when crying or pleasing when hugged (if I were born this size, with this face, I know I wouldn't be fed). Will you? Ha! Ha!

It's easy to feed babies! They make new sounds and our emotions tenderly change to give rather than taking. Let's say some won't be totally happy and, in secrecy, some adults or kids will lose attention and will recent it, at certain degree. Let's say some mothers and fathers are happy for a new baby, but it has been seen sad stories like that of Cain and Abel. Allowed be to say that dogs sometimes are more concerned to nurture their family that some of us “humans” (There are too many reasons: Factors related to the economy; the present state of the relationship and mind of the spouses or mates; the climate of the season; the space in each shelter / roof /country; etc.)

Nature teaches me better than human life. City people are somehow limited to learn from it, but she keeps on telling you things. These two last weeks I learned a lot from watching dogs in heat. I guess they have a couple of things in common with us and, when selecting mates (which is a choice) they don't look at the wallet or the economy like us. Perhaps they don't look at “tenderness”, because the one the female dog receives is hypocrisy, and it is given to certain area of her body, as long as she is willing to receive it from the dog she likes... (Here there is common ground in humans behavior).

The dog she likes is strong, or good to discourage other's sexual drive. I've seen how they barked, bite and showed their teeth to keep the competence away. These too want their ride, same way any would like to be seated on a horse, and I'm just describing dogs, humans or monkeys like those who like “riding” a horse.

That intercourse is not love, it lacks that bond, and I have seen dogs cared their babies better than me. They train them to grow up and probably “love” one more than the others, because I had dogs and rabbits, and learnt from their “parental” behavior.

I love Joshua more than Elisha. I enjoyed Monica more than my ex-wife, so I understand Jacob likes. I would have liked one more than the others. I would have liked Josh more than any other Benjamin, and all these things are connected to choices, likes, preferences.

The female dog accepts one. Those I've seen looked nice for her and, after doing their thing, these have gone, and I laughed at that, all those that were rejected, somehow stayed near, trying to get their chance to climb the high mountain to have their ride. Believe me! This literally looks like the life I have seen.

I know real stories of people who never liked a person. She disliked something of him but, he insisted on, he kept on and won that relationship. By time, after getting what that one wanted, the connection ended up (sometimes sadly).

Now, while I'm typing, I received a phone call. Someone sought advice and he is younger than the lady who is asking for his company. The material side of the “connection”, the economic reason of the convenience approach appeared, so I asked him: “Do you like her?”. He is not sure. They haven't been together and she is a “rich” widow who longs to have a mate but, the one who called, is used to younger women (like me).

I cannot make others decisions (thanks God for that). He's not sure on what to do, but I reminded him those time girls came to him to seize money, instead of love. Let's say he wanted sex! And sometimes he wasn't aware of his need of love, but time comes when we realized sex is not all and we lacked love for those who truly loved us.

This is the second time I'm being asked to say anything. I told him I was writing on this topic of rejection today, and I recommended him not to marry for money, because divorce will used lately as an excuse. I told him to talk, to see what she needs; because -sooner or later- she can buy what she wants. If sex or company, the world offers it for “free” and I told him I have seen that movie too...

I remember who I was. I don't remember having been with an older woman, except with one I met by 2011. I knew she was two or three years older than me because I noticed her ID card when she paid anything she bought, while I was hugging her tenderly by the back, and the cashier gave her that stuff. She looked younger! She looked like all those girls I have liked and, in fact, she seemed more nice looking than the others I have met, and I saw many pictures of her youth: She looked like all those I never had. I liked her hair, her face, her ways, her body (she is an athlete, and competes in swimming).

That love story lasted few months. I remember having prayed for God's guidance and assurance. I asked Him to direct me and, the thing that confused me more is that I begged Him to confirm if she was the right one I needed...

This nice looking lady is nominatively catholic. I knew that was the 1st reason to avoid that yoke and, the second, was her economic status, which is higher than mine. She is a social city woman and I am an urban hermit who often tries to live this secular life anywhere or in the countryside.

I told her we were that different. I knew we were not to match, but she challenged me to ignore such differences and I believed her words and the way we enjoyed partaking.

I prayed God. I don't remember if I have written my prayers but, each time I prayed, she rang my mobile or sent some SMS. I was so surprised, almost shocked by joy, that more than once I told her I have prayed and, within minutes, she gave a sign and I took it as God's answer. I misunderstood these “signs”, but these came several times, just be the moment I have prayed.

I have told this twice. I want to warn people that this “answers” lead to confusion: If these were God's answers, why they ended up? If these were His, where is the absolute happy result?

I don't have a list of the times I prayed for that relationship. I knew its different social background and it changed to bring me a temporal joy, but not a definite one. Perhaps it happened to help me acknowledge my faults, my sins, my needs (other's needs) as well as hindrances set in the way to holy joy. She was divorced, I am divorced, and two “families” are not easy to deal with. She challenged me to believe and I believed, later she left the relation and became an stranger (I know why! But I won't blame her, but me,who knew the differences and my choice was to believe in the wrong).

There we were with little faults and I enjoyed her company, but she changed her mind and I'm not that one who often pushes. Some divorced ones long to achieve their material goals and I'm learning to live a day after each day. Perhaps I'm too simple minded, but I'm happy with food, shelter and some clothing (just leave me with my PCs. This are “friends” I can write on).

I can't wonder why these “answers” came. Sometimes I wish I could pray with angelic tongues just to let Him know the desire of my heart privately. Let's say if I pray with my spirit it will help me reach God's throne instead of worldly or evil realms, but this tongue is the one I have and there's no other me.

God is above anything and His truth is above all. Some say He is not reached or achieved, but each has his story to write home: What about king David? Many of his words were inspired and no doubt his writing were connected to God and Jesus.

David was a human and had problems with his human flesh. He had more than one wife and we believed he has troubles with his son, who did what he did as a punishment when David sinned against God with Betsabeth (2 Sam.12:11-12)

After the fall comes a spring! Let's be positive after all these things we've lived. Pain has a lesson to bear and to remind others, just in case they be warned and spare themselves some suffering. I knew we both were different but I liked to enjoy her as we were under the same yoke, and that was a lie. It was nice, but I don't want to spend the rest of my life that way, guessing who she will be or trying to model her the way I like, to my convenience. I know how difficult it is to change and changing other's is a miracle only God does in us, first.

Acceptance is a most when I'm being accepted. God accepts me and tells me what's right or wrong. Let's say marriage is a contract with human arrangements. If I fail I'm gone!

Sometimes, we human lie. A love story like “Werther” is a romantic invention from Goethe, just portraying a moment of his lifetime and people. My aunt committed suicide but, before that end, I saw she tried several times before the last.

There were a couple of chances I saw she cut her veins or took pills to die sleeping. She was a beautiful young woman! Her face and body were beyond the average. She had black hair, green eyes with light dark skin and very smart; but she considered life was not worth living with the people she met.

She was studying Psychology and often wrote poems. I saw some of her writings, and I was too child to understand all the beauty and the meaning of her feelings. She had a close friend -Gloria- and both shared what they commonly got (except the secret my aunt got pregnant and something spoiled the relationship she had with an unknown that hurt her).

She threw herself from a building! She called my mom to talk, but she was too busy to go quickly and I don't know if she called more people to talk about her predicament, and probably many would be busy that sad morning.

One or two weeks before, she spent time with me alone. She made peace with me! Because I was not a good boy, and she tried to balance the attention I got from my family instead of allowing my brother to partake my blessings, to be loved, same way I was.

I closed my eyes and I see it faded. I can remember the spot and the cokes she invited me to drink (I wish I could read her writings, because I know understand).

Beauty, sometimes, is a disadvantage. She, like many others, had those who wooed just for pleasure or human lust. I know nothing about her, but I know many use their appeal to draw what they want and who they want.

Today, more than ever, makeup serves to be noticed and to let others know “I am free” or “I need somebody here”. Teens disagree with this standpoint but, why are they competing to look better or being popular? Yes! It helps to look better but, what for?

I'm not blind, and I confess some women or girls wear shorts with good legs I often stare. Todays fashion allows any to see what's in there, without paying attention that it is at lust we often see and, as Proverbs 20:12 said: “Eyes are to see...” I'm just acknowledging my secular life. There is an exercise to ignore such beauty but I wish I had more control on me and, the best way, is being out of the world or totally separated, like a monk (Will I change my inner human nature?)

Time is passing by and it takes its toll. This passion fades and I'm set free: I'm not like that, I'm not like that I man was. And many were hurt, while getting to nowhere.

I just think at those like “Werther” or my aunt. It just reminded me Emily Brontë's Heat-cliff... See how he gets money to get what he lacks... Was it love or a masculine vengeance?

Yesterday I visited a family, and the man in there was so nice when telling his wife he was happy that that woman took him... They acted in accordance with their words, and that hug was not rhetoric, so I felt that sweet moment, around a cup of coffee with milk they gave me...

Look at The Beauty and The Beast tale. These reminds me of a convenient marriage. Those that are arranged for money and seldom real love. How far am I from prostitution?

What does it make me to love instead of reacting in opposition to love business?

Sweet words or a thin body?

I have seen movies where actors lie. Most of them are not believers and Hollywood sells its “magic”, same way as Disney's. Am I allowed to compare how many wives Salomon or David had? Can I mention those Abram got? Agar was second, Sarah first... Jacob was a trick! He wanted one (Rachel) but was abused to get the one he really liked. Is life abusing you and me?

Perhaps we have to pay a high price to find what we want (2 Sam. 24:24). We need to know rejection to be kind when doing so, in our natural process of making choices, and I long having being granted same way Adam was: A woman made for him (but I can leave my dreams out) (it's getting too late now).

These guys stayed with them and never divorced, but we do. It is emotionally and economically convenient to sail away but, what about children? They ALSO feel rejection (and I blamed my Elisha coming without an invitation).

Recently I watched a movie from www.samaritanrevival.com. In Spanish it is called “Libérame” (Set me free). I saw several guys, dressed in black, wearing chains (just watch it!).

See the names their t-shirts wear: Drugs, Hate, Jealousy, Pride, Anger, Guilt, ...and Rejection. How many times I was like one of those “angels”? How long did it took me to know it personally?

When being young I never believed I would be old. When old people came I paid too little attention and, being old, I'm not like those who like to walk with older people. I'm old (52) but I have problems to let some people to come in. I don't like my age, and probably will not grow old enough to accept I'm old.

A friend told me, last week, she like young boys or people younger than she is. I said: “It's okey! I'm like you”. Today I told the one who called that he needs to know the reason why he plans to be in a relationship with an older lady. She is a widow, perhaps rich, but not a stupid.

We men react for what we see and, if this person is not liked, she will know. There are chances we love from the heart, but our body responds from what we have liked: Both men and women.

See how the image of women is exploited, like a gold mine (and girls do their part as a product, same way as Desmond Morris portrayed in his books).

A shop with closed windows seldom sells and we had better listening, as Jesus said: “The mouth speaks volumes from the heart”.

By 2012 I tried to help a woman. She seemed to die in sorrow, but something changed while I was giving her a hand and I fell in love (but it wasn't), so we better walk in God's ways, otherwise the pain is worst and I know others learn by the hard way.

Stay away when being warned.

Don't go too far when being asked.

Built relationships and seldom destroy them.

Don't ask what your are not willing to give.

Do good and avoid hurting.

Love each people as much as you can and as much as they allow you to.

Show your face and do not hide. Hidden places are not safe places.

I don't know the whole of that song named “Father and son”. According to what I heard, the message is not bad.

Just live and find your place.

A.T.