Bravery and Beliefs (07/11/2016)

Something spontaneous happened to me last Saturday night. It had seemed that bad luck was force feeding itself to those I surround myself with.

Firstly, my good friends drivers license had been defaced, therefore not allowing her access to clubs which we had paid $40 to be apart of.

Secondly, as we were about to depart ways from one another, our other friend had been fined and thrown under a bus (for the third time!)

Oh, and lastly; As I was attempting to walk my friend home we had drunkenly been pursued. Argumentatively, harmed.

Maybe bad things really do come in threes.

As soon as the butterflies had been set free amongst my organs, I knew there was something precious in that moment I could have done to help the situation.

As fear flooded me within .5 seconds – although it had felt as if it were continuing for five minutes per moment – I grasped a hold of him. My arms surrounding him, we were then body slammed to the floor. I hadn’t felt any other punches to myself although as I awaken this morning (two days later), there was no comparison between my body and  the aches I have been experiencing in my acute angled tail bone.

Hurriedly and fiercely, one of the several men who had jumped him had attempted to boot him in the rib cage – so I assume - Failure to succeed, due to my body as a barrier, I was hit. I can’t begin to explain to you this pain that is dwelling under my ass cheeks.

Hmm, what was it that made me think to jump in between all of those male species?

A Chihuahua in a hound race.

A gold fish in the deep sea.

But, like a whale with no moan, I was speechless.

Like the little mermaid, Arial when she traded her voice for legs.

I suppose in some sense I feel as though that is exactly what I did. Traded my health, and physical well-being for the fear of my friends being harmed.

I question whether or not I would, in a moment of crisis and pure adrenaline, jump in front of a knife. Would I do that for my friends? To myself?

Am I stupid or a hero?

Am I both? Or neither?

Why do I ponder on these questions?

Discovery viewers, Don’t compare yourselves to others. By questioning yourself and comparing other spirits and auras to your own is unhealthy. We all know how difficult it is to find a free spirit; a beautiful soul.

Choose to be one.

  A woman approached me tonight; a stranger in the city. Pleading that God has eyes for all. He is the only one to make judgment. I cannot make that decision for my own. I have not seen or foreseen everything.

Something referring to religion and how angels are amongst us.

Then someone magical happened. More unnerving feelings that I had felt earlier on that evening had come back to light. As I prayed after hearing the mysterious words of the elderly woman I had considered many dangerous factors that may prove her predictions about another car accident to be incorrect.

Surely I hadn’t understood what her intentions were, but I was drawn in by her ability to speak words from a spiritual figure. Seems completely delusional. Though she truly had a mind of her own. As if the words she were spitting were not her thoughts. But something or someone else’s.

I suppose I will never truly know what this mad woman had been trying to tell me. Or if she was a drug addict and/or if I am in fact, utterly consumed in another acidic loop.