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Monday, October 22, 2012

It’s Just a Story: Virtual Love Affair – Part 2



As we progressed through this game, we reached higher and higher levels together.  Our fantasy world became real to us.  We shared ourselves, first, through the game and, then, through online chats and webcam meetings. 

We shared ourselves through texting, then sex-texting, then pictures, then videos.  Harmless flirtations became declarations of love and devotions.  We planned clandestine meetings, so no one could stop us… no one would know… no one could ruin it.

We hid the truth from ourselves as much as we hid the truth from our loved ones.

Those who knew about our affair questioned the logic of the relationship.  They wanted me to think about what I was getting myself into... but that’s what they didn’t understand.  Thinking and feeling can’t coexist at the same time.  When you’re thinking, you’re not feeling; and when you’re feeling, you’re not thinking.  We couldn’t question the logic behind what we were experiencing. 

No one else could understand that, nor could they understand the depths of our feelings… the depth of our connection… the depth of our trust and closeness. 

I was convinced that no one could feel as deeply as we could.  There was no couple as strong and devoted to each other as we were.

No… no one could understand, because no one has ever experienced what we had.

Our fantasy became reality, and our reality became fantasy.  Nothing or no one could break our bond. 

We explored our inner selves as much as we explored each other.  We learned so much from each other.  We grew as individuals as well as a couple.  I couldn’t imagine a life without you in it.  We were intertwined from the inside out…

For me, nothing existed but you. The outside world disappeared.  I neglected my family and friends.  My integrity was questioned.  My reputation suffered.  In fact, I lost my job over this affair, but I didn’t care.  I didn’t care about anything… but you. 

As long as we were together… as long as we had each other…nothing else mattered.
 
I was so sure that our love would last that I started to make plans for us.  I started to share my daily life with you — my routines, my frustrations, and my hopes and dreams.  I started to turn to you for support and comfort.  I started to depend on you to be there with me… through it all. 

Yes, this relationship was real for me. No one could convince me otherwise.  I put everything on the line for it.  I was sure that I would never experience a love like this again, so I surrendered my will to yours. 

I loved you with all my being and knew that I would always love you.  


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Friday, October 19, 2012

It’s Just a Story: Virtual Love Affair – Part 1



I guess it’s appropriate that our last contact is through this portal.  After all, this is where we first met.

When I look back, I can see how our relationship was created by this game.  


We were strangers coming together in a fantasy world — pretending to be people we were not. I purposely picked an avatar that was strong and self-confident, but was also innocent and submissive under the right protector. 

When I was new to the game, you took notice of me.  You took me under your wing.  You were my guide, my protector, my companion.   You stood tall and masculine.  You held confidence in your hands like the Excalibur sword you wielded.  Little did I know that, one day, that sword would be turned against me… to tear into my heart.

But in the beginning, I didn’t foresee that.  It was too easy to keep the fantasy going, where we can pretend to be more than we were — more accomplished… more understanding… more caring… more confident… more mature… more intimate… more stable. 

I surrendered myself to your world — to a world full of action, speed, and strategy.  Every day, we purposefully risked our lives in the game and never had to pay the consequences of those actions.  We could be reckless with our lives, daring death to take us; and when it did, we simply lost counterfeit materials.  There was no physical pain, no emotional grief, and no loss of life.  When we died, we simply resurrected from our own ashes.  

When things became too overwhelming between us, we simply logged off.  When we didn’t have the energy to interact with each other, we simple zoned out… into the game. 

Yes.  It was too easy to keep the fantasy going.  It was too easy to fall in love with the characters we’ve created; and that’s what we did.  We fell in love with the characters and not the real persons that we are.

You were a master at the game… so good at living your lies… so good at shielding your “self” from others… and from me. 

And I needed so badly to believe in you.  I wanted you to dominate my senses… dominate my being…dominate me.  I wanted to believe in your virtues.  I wanted to believe in your stories.  I wanted to believe in your lies. I wanted to believe in you…  I wanted to believe…


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Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Another Holding Pattern…




Hate to tell you all this, but there’s still nothing much new to tell you regarding our joint endeavors…

I can’t give you much of an update regarding our book projects, because we haven’t been able to finalize the book cover for the story book or connect with the second artist for our first major book of the series.

I can’t give you much of an update regarding our website, because we haven’t been able to meet with the web designer, because he’s been busy.

Our list of things to do is growing, while our success rate (for accomplishing the items on the list) is stalling to a halt.

My impatience is getting the best — or worst — of me… but Katherine reassures me that this is the lull before the storm of activity.  Before we know it, everything will be coming at us all at once — so much so, that it’ll become overwhelming.  

Her advice:  Enjoy the quiet for now…



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Monday, October 15, 2012

To Whom Much is Given, Much is Expected


Last month, in the blog post, “True Listening is Love in Action,” I introduced the book, The Road Less Traveled, by Dr. M. Scott Peck. 

In his book, Dr. Peck, discusses the attributes that — in his opinion — make for a fulfilled human being, based largely on his experiences as a psychiatrist and person.  He also encourages us to confront our problems which would enable us to reach a higher level of self-understanding.

He subdivides his “wisdom” into three parts:  discipline, love, and grace.  In the earlier post, I discussed the first three parts.

Something happened today that makes me want to talk about the last section… the section on grace.

And I guess it’s fitting that this revelation of mine happened in church…

I’ve sung in various choirs all my life.  Compared to its other choir members, I’m relatively new to this "current" choir — only singing with them for a couple of years, and I am one of the “younger” members in the group…

Today, our choir director put a quartette together — of which I was a member.  After Mass, the director received compliments on how well the quartette sung — comparing us to a professional group from New York, which was very gratifying and appreciated.  The choir director would like to do this more often.

Even with these glowing compliments, the choir director wanted to talk to me after everyone left.

She wanted to talk to me about my “stickiness.”

Me:  “Sticky?  I don’t understand.  What do you mean by stickiness?”

She:    “Well, when Jake started singing your part, I can feel you stiffening up.  You became “sticky.”  Because of that, the psalm didn’t come off as well as it did in practice.  It was still good, just not as good as I know it could have been.”

Me:     “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting Jake to start the psalm.  Cindy mentioned that I should cantor the start, so when Jake started, I was confused… wondering if Cindy said I should or if he should and I got distracted and…it became an ‘oops moment’ — not sure what I was to do.”

She:    “Overall it was good.  No one noticed, and we got compliments.  It’s just next time — and he’ll do it the next time…that’s just him — instead of stiffening up, bring Jake into you and let it all flow together.  It’ll be more connected and flow as one, instead of disconnected.  Your energy influences the group.  If you stiffen up, then it flows through the group and they’ll stiffen up as well, and everything becomes disconnected.  It all flows from you.”

Me:     “I understand how my energy influences the group, and I’m doing the best I can.  It’s hard when I’m surrounded by those who want to take control and others who want to stand out and be the center of attention. 

“It’s hard to bring all the different personalities together — to get that unity and flow within the group… Part of me just wants to disconnect from them, while at the same time connect for the flow trying not to be distracted by them, but, at the same time, share with them.  It’s hard to balance the two…   

“Because it’s difficult, I end up concentrating on what I can do, which is reach out to the congregation and embrace them with my energy and bring them in.  I know I’m effective at that, because I see it in their faces when I sing to them.”

She:    “It is difficult to balance the disconnection with the connection.  Try thinking of bringing balance to the group by bringing them into you as you do the congregation.  When you sing, imagine your energy flowing over and surrounding everyone and everything.  Think of extending that energy beyond the congregation — pushing it further out and around… encompassing the singers around you, the instrumentalists behind you, and even those beyond the walls of the church.  Shoot for more…” 

Shoot for more...

Our conversation brought me back to what Dr. Peck said in his book—regarding grace and spiritual growth — along with the saying, “To whom much is given, much is expected.”

There is an expectation and responsibility to push ourselves to greater and greater wisdom… to greater and greater effectiveness. 

To whom much is given, much is expected.”


The choir director didn’t go to Jake and ask him to become more of a team player and sing as part of the group. 

No.  She was asking me to do something that was far more difficult.  She was asking me to use my energy to influence the flow of the group —  not to change the individuals in the group but to balance the differences within the personalities to create a more cohesive sound. 

And all this is to be done without words… only through my presence, intent, and nonverbal movement and touch within the group…

Is this going to be hard for me?  YES!!!  So, why attempt it?  What if I fail?

There are so many people who live their lives unaware of others.  Why can’t I blend in with them and be one of them?  

Wouldn’t it be easier for me if I could just close myself off and only focus on my time in the spotlight?  Why should I put my energy out there to make the group sound better?  What’s in it for me?  Why extend myself in this manner? 

The answer is simple... but hard to achieve. 

It's because not to do so would display the unwillingness to extend myself to others. 

It would be a barrier to spiritual growth.  It would be the opposite of love.  

And that's not me...


To whom much is given, much is expected.”


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Thursday, October 11, 2012

Welcome Home




Mom is being released from the rehab facility today. 

The house is put back together for her arrival.

She has already sent several scouts ahead of her to comment on what I’ve done to the house — but now it’s time for her to see for herself…

Yes… she has had enough of others stepping in to help her.  

She wants to take back control of her situation… her care… her life…



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