I’ve never fancied myself much of a follower. How long until we get to the point, Faux Fries? That is my internal mantra. And it’s not something I’m proud of. I was always getting bad grades for not following directions, never understood the need to show my work. I rejected oversight straight out of the gate, which is only funny if you only knew the number of times I fell square on my face despite my brilliance. It took a very long time to grasp some fundamental realities of this world. Primarily, that I’ve learned more from having questions than knowing answers.
Having questions means admitting you don’t have answers. It means having an open mind. Laugh if you want, but that’s mighty tough to those of us with serious structure issues to embrace. Meaning, we need it. Faith isn’t about structure, it’s about having a mind open enough to receive enlightenment far beyond your own capabilities.
Through my work, I have heard many face to face testimonials conveying sincere and authentic beliefs from all forms of religious backgrounds. I think the ones that stunned my senses the most were those of the pancake imagery and weeping or bleeding statue varieties. My norm is to reject on logic that someone as all loving as the Lord of all Mankind would selectively choose one family and send his message on Hungry Jack instant mix. Sure, it’s possible. All things are possible through him. But a pancake picture?
And then, while I was out collecting photo specimens at the blogmeet properties, I came across this:
I have to admit, I’m captivated. It speaks to me. I see a definite image in this tree, in fact, I can’t stop looking at it. Is it possible that it’s here as a beacon to the Blown Eyes? It is at the heart of our shady gathering spot.
What do you see?
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June 8th, 2008 at 11:17 pm
No Holy Virgin there for me — but if I squint I see Elisson squatting on an amadillo.
June 9th, 2008 at 2:08 pm
I heart beer?
June 9th, 2008 at 11:53 pm
I see kerrcarto holding Paul down while you are wailing on him. BWAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! Actually, I see a….
…nevermind. You don’t wanna know what I see.
I like holder’s vision.
June 10th, 2008 at 7:37 am
That what we will look like on Sunday. If all goes to plan.
June 10th, 2008 at 8:45 am
It reminded me of the tree from Lord of the Rings.
June 10th, 2008 at 2:37 pm
I see that new Arkansas quarter where Bill Clinton is getting a blow job behind the tree, except that its me getting the blow job. Yeah baby!
June 10th, 2008 at 2:37 pm
Probably an inappropriate comment for Supergurl’s blog. Sorry. Delete if you must.
June 14th, 2008 at 2:38 pm
It’s a naked dude, that is in dire need of some kaopectate, spraying feces all over a screaming demon that’s devouring a small child being held up by a Klansman.
Or, it kinda looks like a tree…
June 14th, 2008 at 2:41 pm
T1G, wow, i’m just glad to know someone else saw the naked dude. the spraying feces is even too apocalyptic for me, but i appreciate you sharing just the same!
July 3rd, 2008 at 11:15 am
Naked dude? Naw, naw, naw.
Maybe it’s just me, but…well, the terms “Regina” and “Dolores” should take you in the right direction.
I’m pretty sure I saw that tree’s number on the wall of the restroom at the Kerrville Exxon…