balance

so, i have been away from the daily blog now for several days. as it turns out, some of the cuts from my wilderness spirit quest adventure, became very infected several days ago. in addition to my lower leg swelling up to the point of making walking very difficult, i broke out in hives all over my body. so i missed celebrating thanksgiving with my family and a much looked forward to another special thanks giving gathering two days later because i decided that i would heal, by the grace of god or my personal power or something... as it was, everyone in my family, my parents, sister, daughter, friend of the family were all pushing me in the direction of emergency room/hospital route.

i did not want to participate in the lots of antibiotics to fix the problem and subject myself to the scary stuff that gets picked up in medical places and again..., i was assured that my great spiritual power would heal me in due course.

i sought out wisdom, magic, something in the universe to tell me what to do as i too was afraid of the spreading infection that seemed to be getting worse.

so, after enough signs, thinking, perceiving, et cetera, i went to the emergency room last night and i get to injest antibiotics and other meds for the next week and a half or so.

this evening, i decided to watch some west wing episodes that i had bought on dvd at a tower records closing sale and at about 11pm or so, i got a news flash from a poignant episode where the president had the opportunity to pardon someone who had been sentenced to death.

as it turns out, so many advisors had come to the president from so many different perspectives encouraging him to pardon the man on principle against capital punishment.

his priest, in the story reminded him of a tale that i had heard many times before, first time, being, from a zen book called everyday zen by charlotte joko beck.

i will convey the jist of tale, most have already heard but i heard it again tonight and it was about me this time.

a devout man lived by a great river and one day he heard a radio report saying that the river next to his home was about to flood and the people in the village would all need to evacuate. as the river overflowed and started filling the streets a man in a rowboat passed the flooding home of the devout man and he shouted that he would row the man to safety. the devout man said "I pray to God and God loves me. he will save me."

somtime later, the man was standing on the roof of his house and a helicopter circled over him offering him a rope ladder to bring him to safety. the man, again, replied that he would be saved by god.

of course the man drowned. as he entered the heavenly gates, he addresed god and said i was devout my whole life and prayed incessantly. why did you not come to my rescue?

and god said, "i gave you a radio warning, a rowboat and a helicopter. why did you choose not to hear me?"

so that is the first time that i recognized myself as the devout man on the house because i did same thing this week but did not recognize until hearing this story again tonight.

god sent me my whole family to tell me that i needed to get my self healed of the massively spreading infection in my leg and i held out to hear it from god, him-her self.

i have not officially taken the time to draft my new moon intentions but the word that keeps coming up for me is balance!...... i am learning more and more about balance..

thank-you

: )