Strange memory

I was trying to fall asleep when I started stressing about a paper I wrote years ago on Gothic archetechturein the carhedral in Colonge (Köln), Germany. I recall the teacher being from Armenia, but not even what state or class I eould have written such a paper. So, why the heck would I be worried about what I wrote about it when I actually know nothing about it? It does not matter at all amyway. It was just the kind of thing I did. I loved that Catherdral and wanted the world to know I climbed it's steps (though I don't remember doing do, now). They were doing reconstruction on it at the time, I was told there was usually an elevator available but, mot during construction...hmmm. they had elevators when the Cathedral was constructed? Also, I wonder where all those pamphlets/books went, and why I had that guy for a teacher, it was a temporary thing. I can remember that.

Funny

My father has Tudor blood and my husband's mother has Stewart ancestry. Pretty ironic, but my mother and father both are descendants of the Stewarts, too. But, I really wonder who isn't sometimes.

Simplicity, huh?

The very fact that he explains it as simple solidifies a supernatural source. What one man defines as simple another defines as impossible.

And the track record is eirie to impossible.

What I figured out today

I got it!!!!!!!!
I finally know why I did not stumble and fall where others who were much greater than I had.

I doubt I will be able to explain it, but there is a chasm seperating man's ability to understand.  The best way to explain it, although it feels like a chasm where the ground just drops out from under your feet, it is understood better as a fledgling learning to fly. All is safe and secure in the nest under mother's watchful care. Every need is met and a great admiration grows.  This is like us learning about reality from our homes/parents. Birds are designed to fly and the day comes when each must become like their parent. The bird gets pushed out to a death or flying. This is like the way men understand things. Everything made sense in mother's nest and the way she saw it, but that isn't helping me now!

Some of us realize who we are and who we must become independent of what those around us do, but some perish quickly, the worst fate is those who scramble back to safety and blame their failure to become to believing they could fly in the first place, and they refuse to believe who they are, or acknowledge it. And no matter what you say, if the person does not believe in themselves, they will find comfort in what is safe, maybe even excel and if that is hsppiness to them, let them? But, that happiness fails to reach it's potential!

I realized this because I was listening to sensible gospel truths, and I sorta feel like something is Santa Clausish, maybe it is fir my good and happiness, but it is not the whole truth sort of thing. It is important to know that mortality does not represent life in entirety, sort of like we do not comprehend things entirely, but we have the potential to.

It feels like I could not possibly understand even a portion of what anyone could make sense out of on earth, anyway, but it is finite. We are not. Like that little bird, we must learn to fly if we are ever to reach our potential.

Oh, that and that sex is not love. It is more of a art form or way to create. Yes, I bet the most important creation but, like any recipe or pattern it may or may not ever equal the original.

Eyes of understanding

I want to remember and speak my {mind?} concerning this.

Alright, now is as good as any to write something here. I was listening to a video about Egypt, sort of eavesdropping inentionally when I heard an old man tell a thing he had been taught when he was young. It was that we say "I saw you in my dream last night" but, "seeing" anyone is proposterous in a dream cause our eyes are closed, but that is how we say things in English. In Egyptian there isn't even a way to say the equilvalent of death or dying. The concept in egyptian is translated as "westing" it is likened to the Sun when it sets. It will return again,  it is just sort of buried in the dirt and then goes to the other side until finally rising again in the East. Their culture was founded on a concept of immortality, so things are hard to even say in words created by a fatalistic culture.

I recall the word  Wadi being taught to me one day in Mississippi. It was the word used to explain what we would call a river bed devoid of water. Ah hah! I understood how more was being translated than just words, but a way of seeing things.

Then, yesterday, I was reading about how someone's eyes of understanding were opened and they saw more than they had previously.

When someone says, "I just want my voice to be heard." It means more along the lines of being understood, and although we understand that perfectly,  in other cultures the literal word for word translation would sound crazy to listen, but not hear.

Actually, all senses are electric impulses discerned by the brain, so we do not avtually need to use our eyes to see. What is percieved as sight in dreams is no less teliable than the information that originated in our eyeballs. Infact, I call such vision as being through eyes of our understanding.

Fascinating stuff

It had been so close to coming out in a question anytime a class discussed how the sins of a parent could be passed on to a child, this troubles me as a Mormon because" We believe that man must be punished for his own sins... " but, clearly, we all are inheriting more than our physical bodies from Adam and Eve.

Then, there was always the whole "Nature vs. Nurture" debate, which I solved within myself by allowing them to "agree to disagree" or inderstanding them both to play a part on development. And as a member of the LDS religious organizatiom, I accepted responsibility for the things I inherited, by birth. Huh?

Ok, yesterday, I was talking to a very wise woman who agreed that our conversations naturally carry alot of "back story" that makes external conversation difficult. So, here is a bit of backstory to aide in understanding my otherwise cryptic speech, a cipher maybe, ok...

We believe that we existed before we were ever born. In this existence, we were much as we are now, only we had spiritual bodies, and noticed that not everyone did, and so we wanted a body, too, but, more than that, we wanted to continue progressing. A plan was devised to help us reach this goal, and that lead to birth, redemption.

Altight, so now you are suredly on the same page, and realize what I mean by expressing a responsibility for the situations I inherited as a babe. Because, in order to accept a physical body, which takes a top priority, I agreed to the justice of inheriting more than genes.

I also believe in justice and this is the foundationsl assertion for so many things considered faith. In this case, it explains how it could in any way be fair to be born into situations that seem hopeless in comparison, or as in a Barbie movie two seeming indentical girls and one is born to debt and poverty while the other is a princess, this demonstrates that an apparent cruelty to an undeserving baby is actually an evidence that there must,be a God, and all spirits inherit more than just their body because they existed before their birth, so this fancy footwork explains how a person could appear to inherit the sins of their fathers, and how any blameless one could inherit any sin through birth, which is necessary to understand for any Christian.

This is one of the beautiful this Latter-day Saints believe, ", believe that through the atonement of Christ, all mankind can be saved.... "

I feel like the C.S.Lewis of Mormonism giving hard earned ( but easy) answers/conclusions to difficult questions, but I stop here and refer you to Mormon.Org if you have any further questions about transgenerational inhereitance and it's place in Mormonism. Suffice it to say, it does despite first impressions fit nicely if you are inclined to consider what look like initial contradictions.

Strange to be glad

I am glad, and it is strange, and sort of unearthly, but I am gappy to never be noticed. It is almost like it defies explination that I go unnoticed, but I am so glad for it, honestly. I saw a video about 10 years ago where two people left a building in an empty lot. They were twins. The first went unnoticed, the seccond had a desire to be flamboyant and as he exited the building a huge flock of sea gulls descended on him in his outlandish fruit hat. A conclusion of the video was this message: be careful in drawing attention, it does not always work out well for us.