by: mentl D
This is a true story.
February 22, 2008 was my twenty-fifth anniversary of moving to Phoenix, from Wisconsin, back when I was younger. I'd been avoiding work to write a book and see what else the universe had for me besides a career postal position, as heavenly as that must sound, and planned to take the day off and do a raku class at the ceramics shop I frequented as a gift to my wonderful self. I had a couple of masks I'd made just for it a week or two earlier. One had turned out to look like our first President, and so I made a companion piece I called Martha. (I painted the pair with a glaze that comes out dark green with copper and purple highlights [the color of money!], and George was the only piece that turned out that night, out of about 7 pieces also painted with the same glaze and fired in different batches. All the rest, including Martha, came out a lovely, deep-jade green. Funny.)
A couple weeks after the class, my son directed me to the calendar, because there had been a lunar eclipse on February 20th that year and he mentioned that in Acts 2, verse 20 (in the bible) it says "the moon will be red as blood...before that great and terrible day of the Lord". (I personally believe we're close to some gigantic catastrophe, but then, I'm a bit dramatic sometimes and was indoctrinated as a "christian" and still have a fascination with "Armageddon".) (scary if you don't remember, it's all a dream, however it ends). Anyway. It was then that I saw that the Great G.W.'s birthday is February 22nd. I crapped my pants at the weird coincidence and stared at George for hours. And, don't ask me when, but, I noticed that the outline of the mask was shaped like the state of Wisconsin (dunt dunt dah), whereupon, I took another crap.
I was a bit euphoric, to say the least, and was remembering wayne dyer talking about his imagining having been talking with god about his life as St. Francis of Assisi and how wonderful it had been, and I had laughed, cuz no one remembers being a bum or a prostitute. And Wayne Dyer also says something very close to; "In an intelligently designed universe, there can be no coincidences." So, I guess, all these things came together in my brain, and I was like, "Wayne Dyer is Frickin St. Francis of Assisi and I'm George freaking Washington!" and a voice in my head said, "Yup. You're George Washington and you're Francis of Assisi and you're Wayne Dyer and you're Jesus. We're all one." And my heart exploded out of my chest and I laughed my ass off, 'til I cried. Euphoria, indeed.
Wow. I really knew I was God. So, I quit. God don't need no stinking job!
I should tell you that a week later I went back. That is another story, well, really, part of the same story, but almost as long, so, I'm gonna torture you and save my brain and fingers for another blog. ha ha ha haaaaaaaa ha ha ha haaaaaaaaa. (evil laff)
Stay tuned...
Yours,
D
P.S. I'd tell you it's a happy ending, but I don't think it's quite near over, yet. And we have learned that every ending's happy, cuz it brings a new beginning, right? So... But, just how happy remains to be seen.
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