No Ellis Island here

So, it’s only been 8 years but I finally saw the Davinci Code tonight and I must say it was/is very intriguing. Just What IF Jesus had actual descendants? After all, he was human and we were told to go forth and multiple. Did that exclude him? I’m not trying to debate that whole thing, I’m just talking about, what if people could be directly related to Jesus? Can you imagine the fighting THAT would create?

How would the government keep track and what would that race moniker look like? No doubt it would be “something –American” because heaven forbid someone actually born here just be American. Guess that would give a whole new meaning to “Native American” huh? And please, before anyone gets their political feathers in a bunch, my grandfather was full Meherrin (look it up).

I wonder if we would treat them like celebrities. Would they be allowed to give blood? I honestly think people might steal it, after all, it is the ultimate in Royal blood lines, right or right? Come to think of it, it may very well be hell on earth. People would expect them to always be Christ-like. Talk about walking a mile in your great-great-great-great –great grandfather’s shoes.

As for me, yes, I am related to Jesus, I am a direct descendant and no I don’t know who my great-great-great-great grandparents were, Adam and Eve I suppose and based on what I’ve read about them, I can’t really blame my parents too roughly for their mistakes now can I. The movie was so well written that I’m not above entertaining the idea that walking around somewhere on earth are people who are direct descendants of Christ. The other most fascinating point of all… women are the key. Open your eyes and ears. To quote one of my most liked movies… “I’m not reaching for the moon. The moon is reaching for me” Sabrina

The Mean Reds

Someone I know has a case of the Mean Reds. Though I’m no doctor, I play one a few times a month, I correctly and rather definitively diagnosed her with a severe case of the Mean Reds and as such promptly sent my bill. She offered me dinner – what is that!

Anyways, my dear friend in all her infinite wisdom failed to RAAM her truth and the result is her lovely shade of blushing baby girl developed into a hostile and stubborn case of the Mean Reds. Recognize, Acknowledge, Accept, Move-on- RAAM. Truths, for all their good, can be quite ugly and discomforting. Yeah, yeah, it sets you free but as history has taught us, another person’s freedom often leads to another’s loss of something. My dear Lovely had been ensuring the freedom of others while imprisoning herself, talk about a shafted underground railroad. She had plans and expectations and when the plans fell through and expectations weren’t met, her faith was shaken, she lost hope and the first sign of the Mean Reds appeared.

She didn’t recognize the Mean Reds because nobody had ever told her about them. Here I am, some years later, having to throw on my cape/white coat and make her say ahhhh. Ahhhhh, now I see, now let me help you see. The Mean Reds can flare up at any time and are worse depending on the season. In her flare-up, she thought she lost hope but failed to recognize that she used hope everyday. Within all planning, desires, wishes, etc. there is hope. There is a level of belief that what you want to happen, will happen, right around the time you need/want it to happen. Every morning, she set off to work, hoping to make it on time, without incident. She just needed reminding and I was just what the doctor (me) ordered. It only took 1 visit and while she is by no means cured. Her case of the Mean Reds don’t seem nearly as terrifying as when I first saw her. What are the Mean Reds? The Mean Reds are concrete weights that can form around your neck, wrists and ankles. They are emotions, feelings, events, circumstances, and people who, like weeds, if left unchecked, can choke the life right out of you. In treating the Mean Reds, you have to RAAM them head on. Unlike most dis-eases, there is no convalescing period with the Mean Reds. If you rest, the Mean Reds will never retreat, so she started her RAAM program last week and is Getting Mended.

Your blues ain’t like my blues. My Mean Reds ain’t like your Mean Reds.

The blues are when you feel low, sad. The Mean Reds are when the blues get mad. Do you have or have you ever had a case of the Mean Reds? If you’ve ever had your faith shaken and lost hope then I suspect you may have had a case of the Mean Reds. If you got over the Mean Reds, good for you. You are a champion RAAMer. If you’ve never had a case of the Mean Reds, good for you as well.

Even in the worst of circumstances, emotions, events, and people there lies, no matter how small, a bit of hope. Hope may not give you what you want, tell you what you want to hear or place you where you want to be but it will give you the strength and courage to RAAM your way through. There is a picture of a bird swallowing a frog. The frog is choking the bird. The caption reads: Never ever give up! THAT frog has Hope!

Guess Jesse Jackson had it right all along.

Love Holly Golightly!