(Excerpt from)
Diary of a Bi-Polar
Man
In a Singular World
A note before I start
this journey.
This is not a medical
journal of what bi-polar-ism is.
This is not a
document to plea for why I should be excused for the way I live.
This is not meant as
an extremely long excuse note to get out of life.
This is my adventure
that I feel so many others are living secretly
Because our outer
worlds (society?) don’t seem to approve of
How we function in
the game of life.
Fact? Or Perception?
This is my way of
thanking whoever or whatever put me here
with this Gift I was
given… this challenge
That has made the
game of life both heartbreaking… and exhilarating.
Thursday, June18, 2015
So
I believe in miracles. I believe in
Angels. I believe we are more than we
allow ourselves to be.
This
morning I was prompted to put some gifts together. I get promptings often to do things that don’t
make sense to sensible people. (I know,
because when I feel sensible they don’t make sense to me…)
There
has been a young lady standing on the corner of State Street across from the
mall for a little over a year now, with one of those signs... you know “Anything will help, God Bless” and we pass
them by and sometimes we have a buck or two and feel generous and pass it out
but often we look at them as if they are apart from our world… to be honest,
often we would help if we could, but more often we are tied up in our own
problems. I am guilty of this. If I had a buck to give every homeless person
in my valley right now and the time to go see them all, my eight hour work day would
be complete and my paycheck spent. So
most times I look the other way.
Not
today. I have seen this girl so often in
the last year or so that she has basically become a fixture on that
corner. This morning my guides, my
angels told me that it was time to make contact. I was led to a stone I have been working with
for a few years, and I was led to a little pouch I keep “junk” in and I found a
seashell there that I picked up on the beach at San Diego a few years ago… both
pure white. Then I found a book that had
been brought out on our bathroom floor last night about 8 steps to a Buddha
Life, and then I came into the office and was prompted to pick up a folder of
some of my writings I had put together for a conference last fall, and finally
I was prompted to go buy a couple of Cokes at the store and get some cash to
get to this young lady.
I
found her on the same corner as I came home from the bank this morning. I pulled over and parked… then went to talk
to her.
I
asked her if she believed in Guides or Angels.
She really didn’t. I gave her the
money I was prompted to get for her and told her that her guides had put
together a little package I was to get in her hands today. I gave her the stone and the seashell and we
began to talk about her journey… why she had been on this corner for so
long. She told me a little of her story,
and actually I felt a lot of hope inside of her. She was brown from a lot of exposure to the
Salt Lake elements, and it only served to emphasize the light blue eyes that
she had.
I
asked her what her name was and she said Michelle. “Are you serious?” I asked her, three
times. Then I asked if she would come
check something out. We went to my car
and I got out one of the Coke bottles I had bought. Coke is doing a promotion right now where
they are putting a name on the bottle and using the phrase “share a coke with…”
and on the bottle in my car was the name Michelle. So I gave it to her!
So I believe in
miracles. I believe in Angels. I believe we are more than we allow ourselves
to be.
I asked her if she was a writer and she said
that she was. I shared with her a
prompting I got about a week ago… “It is time to stop living the story and
start sharing the story” She has a
great one!
We
are all one family, no matter how we have seen life, because we all have a
unique perspective, and no two are alike.
We all have such stories to share about our time on Earth! Are we to the point yet where recognizing this
about each other and celebrating our uniqueness beyond labels makes any sense
yet?
I
had her pull out one of the poems I had brought and read it. I told her there was a message for her
there. I don’t know what she found. She asked me if she could keep it. I said “of course, but would you do something
for me first… would you take 3 deep breaths and give me a word. She couldn’t think of anything. I said to take 3 more breaths. She said the only word that would come up was
JUSTICE… so I said we’ll go with that and I wrote from her guides to her. I don’t remember a word, but they were for
her anyway. She will have a unique
perspective! And as a writer, I look
forward to her book someday!
