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.

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.

Acknowledge limits

Some people comb and wash their faces before allowing others to meet or see. Let's say spouses allow to see and kiss each other before doing this convenient facts but, before being engaged or married, they both avoided being seen so.

Let's say we seldom go out naked or just wearing intimate clothing. We were told not to do it after being grown or during the process of early youth, so we seldom let brothers or sisters looked at us naked, that way we used when being babies, when needing help to get those dirty diapers removed.

Let's say we are trespasser, transgressors. We know what we did and what we're told not to do, but we sometimes fail doing what it is asked or sought.

Wifes hate husbands bringing dirty into their houses, particularly when a wife is that who often cleans.

It is written “Do not lie”, but we don't understand that cheating is more than that...

What makes you to do what it is not expected from you to do? (Don't stare at me, I'm alike).

1)    Lack of respect? You and I ask people not to do “this”, but we often do what they don't want us to do.

2)    Disobedience? We are told not to spoil the earth, but we throw trash everywhere. We criticize smokers or car drivers, but we set fire on bigger things (even with the tongue).

3)     Selfish or self centered? We don't want to be hurt or offended, but we keep on doing things people asked not to do with them.

Once each week I work with computers. I have dealt with their problems and virus and many come by surfing the Internet (MS and many send them for free) (their idea is you buy and pay). Some know to spy your docs, your personal data, same way you are permitted to freely download music form other computers (when using Torrents, Ares, Tubecatcher, Emule, etc.) I like to get data from Google and those browsers which know where I am by scanning my IP and IMEI. This is like being social, when people are awfully sick. Do I know the limits or the risk of this file sharing?

I have asked some friends not to send me FWRs. They can be nice, worth reading, but I find them impersonal. More than that, I avoid virus and certainly dislike those FWRs that ask me to re-send those FWRs. I hate those FWRs that try to bind my mind in a chain. These tell you: “If you love God (or Christ) re-send”. (Would that be the Christ like way, by the way?)

I seldom read FWRs (I delete them) and those who insist on sending them TO ME I consider disrespectful. Perhaps I told them “not to send” twice, they have no idea on the time I have spend fixing a machine and, what concerns me more, is avoiding others PCs were damage, because in my country many people avoid paying OS's legal licenses (They suffer more when cherished personal data or pictures are lost) (Recovery is useless is not securing or backing up data).

Reputation is important, my job matters me; but some people don't know the limits: We cannot get what we aren't paying for. The quality of a friendship has the same seal I have for others respect. If I want honor, I myself must honor others; so I had better knowing what they expect from me, to know what I can offer them: For free or priced.

God Himself, being much more than High, respect our realm. He does not force us to do His will. He invites us to do what it is best, and has let us to learn the hard way. He gives His advice, He told us what to do -what He expects from us- and has let some to be what we were and what we are... How long will He let us to hurt others? How long does it take us to learn the best WAY?

He has set a time and a limit. We are trespassers, transgressors, but there are limits we cannot go beyond, and this are lifetime, divine and human laws and those who come and are gone.

My mind tells me I will not woo a bossy woman. It tells me I don't like the people I don't like, because there is no need to tell others how you are (you don't need to be cracked) except when you pour yourself on God's hands.

Recently someone told me she is a little confused. She has a boyfriend who pays little attention on her emotions. He is not so affective with her, and her confusion lies on the other guy who is attentive, kind and sweet. She is lightly engaged with the first. She knows some limits, but the other seems interested in her, knowing she has a boyfriend and, each time the last meets, she felt more “loved” or cherished.

I told her that, after a year, as an average, people change in a relationship, particularly when one has achieved what he/she has sought (sex, affection or attention) (and I know these because I have lived).

When talking she knew the situation she is in... I told her that, not being a committed Christian, will lead both to sex. Such an affection or attention is not bad, but will drive them both to things connected to sex. What would be the end result?

She is becoming an adult and I told her mother... Her mother and I spoke largely and learnt many things on today's youth. I did many wrong things when being young, but today they have video cameras to record them and to upload those deeds to seek “glory” (or recurrent shame). Do I know my limits?

Some people I know told me: “Freely love”, “Don't think too much...” And I have seen how we walk all over people's emotions, dreams and expectations. I know how some nice looking faces are sought like gold. These have the “advantage” of saying yes or not to whom ever they want and, ask them how happy they are or how many they hurt...

Body beauty is appealing and many use to hide and try to be invisible (others, just the opposite way: Sometimes it helps). Allow me to say I would like a woman who writes like Emily Brontë, but will hate one who cheats or behaves like a dog in the streets (I know my limits).

I'm thankful God gave me the chance to learn from this life. Sometimes I wish I could do what Adam Sadler does in the movie “Click” (push some bottoms to go farther or stop it) and, as a gift, be finally pulled back with God's help to life; but I acknowledge my limits.

Sometimes we're not given a second time (that's one common limit). Sometimes we don't see others lines and jumped above neighbor's fences. We want these things done, we ask too many things, but bypassing other's expectations. What about the commandments? Do God need me to be happy? (Is it not I who needs Him?)

Sometimes I dislike not having enough time. I regret few tiny achievement, each day, but step by step we traveled long. What if living a day of 40 hour? Won't I feel the same lack? I set a limit and it could be a simple and honest joy: I did what I could (same as you, each day).

There are thousands of reasons to like or dislike people. We all are the same! Some of us try to open doors and sometimes we shut them before going in.

Too often we try to be heard, to get some attention, and dislike others have their ways and point of views. We childish expects others to behave, while we blindly see no other way, but ours. Shame on me! (I'm a blind man who often see what I see and not to mention I'm unwilling to note others warns).

There is an individual dialog between us an our mind. We like to hear that inner voice who longs to be heard and sometimes we missed her, and paid too little attention, when we lacked this Christian insight we have now. Loneliness comes when I stopped listening me and others. Loneliness comes when I draw myself and isolate from others, whatever the reason I could have thought of: I forgot my limits and theirs.

I have a pen friend who is writing at me... She said she dislikes people who listen music at high volume, no matter the music it be. She doesn't care if they love tattoos, change the color of their head or do drugs... “whatever thing any does without hurting me or embarrassing others is Ok” (We're talking about limits). Are not the commandments to avoid hurting others and oneselves?

Drugs consumers affect society. Any can say: “That's their problem” but WILL AFFECT ours. He or she has rights, and these affects social surroundings (we need that control).

God respects self-willed people, but He has His will also. Who am I to say no to His limits? He cuts the eternal life at those who are unwilling to understand this 2nd, 3rd... or any chance (I don't know how many, but I have heard of those who changed and of those who never repented).

Tradition limits our understanding. Shortcomings have handicapped some steps we reluctantly did and finally we left when feeling dismayed or disappointed, when not acknowledging the true limits: We hate being hurt; but we lie, we gossip, I cheat... Does my law serve me, and not others?

I don't want to be engaged with those I don't like. I've been invited to go out, to share, but there is not communion between light and darkness (let's say I'm in the shadows).

I tried to understand the world according to my hunches, to other's beliefs, and I will not stop talking to me, alone or in nobody's company. I'm happy those who kindly gave what I needed and I want nothing what´s not really mine: Emotions fade as years go by.

What would this world be without holy standards?

What would this be without God and His morals?

I came too short! I'm not any better, but certainly not worst (and I own Him all I lived).

I own Him more than this life, and I have told Him that I don't want eternity without being advised, being told, on what to do. I don't know what could be the best!

Some years ago I moved to Colombia and sold out all I could. I planned not to come back but I came, and he only knows my truly me. I haven't lost everything but I lost anything, and I don't want to spend the rest of this earthly life trying and trying, achieving nothing, because heaven is the limit.

I wish you could hear Him talk. Some missed their mothers or fathers, but I miss Him whom I have missed all my life. I was stubborn, I still the same, but I don't walk to walk this darkness without hearing, without touching His guiding hands: I am blind! I cannot not see life without Him.

God is God, and I see Jesus as His Son (Same way I see Him as He saw Himself) (I'm not Trinitarian nor Triune).

This “love” I try to express is different from others. It is not the missing of my Dad. It never reaches my Mom's bonds (and she is here, in this room, trying to convince me to wash some things I don't want) :P

God's limits are unknown. I'm learning to love Him for the Person He is. I hate the idea of looking after Him as Provider (and He is). I dislike talking, alone, as a prayer; because I sometimes needed to talk, and I know he heard.

This liking is sexless and with no gender. When I needed His words or works, He sent an man (or a woman) to speak to me. I know He uses circumstances to talk to (louder, sometimes) and He lacks nothing to say or do (It is I who lacks and comes short). These reasons are acknowledged! (namely limits).

I don't know why He made me to be. There was an English teacher (Elisa) who once wrote me “that she would regret not having been lived...”  She was right! We learnt the hard way.

Why are you angry?

Why are you all alone?

We did what we did and, as my friend MS says: “There's no need to cry over the milk spilled”. (Sometimes there's a second or a third chance).

Perhaps my dream reminds a dream. Perhaps I get it; perhaps I build over it. And I've seen how some of these take time (and effort) to be real and to be done. Life is a blind date! We don't know whom we are going to meet.

Just one more thing for you: Be visible! Hide and run when it be needed, but don't spend your life that way (Time is passing by and we're not assured when the next chance will come).

Show that face! Laugh till you die: No one will bring you what you stopped giving others.

Don't be too serious when telling a lie: Just give them the truth without hurting others, same way you would like to be blessed with real truth.

Love is not an option, but a must. Do not lie! Don't give others anything, if you don't know what you really want nor what they really need.

Relationships are built on some personal conveniences. Will you let others come to steal or hurt you?

Friendship and love are not to be begged, but to be given...

If you don't feel it, don't give it. It is like laughing!... You know when there is real joy with the people you are with (Don't lie at you) (Don't do that to others).

A.T.