God, Life, Film, Audio, Tech, Prayer, The Universe and Everything

Archive for November, 2004|Monthly archive page

Simply Because

In and Everything, Life, The Universe on November 29, 2004 at 5:00 am
Date: November 28, 2004 9:00:00 PM PST
Subject: Simply Because


Due to some things being said previously about said blogg…

I am making a conscious effort to update, upgrade, ameliorate and increase the perspicaciousness of said blogg…

Today my mother and I visited my adopted grandparents today… We used to live on their farm with their children and extended family… We literally stumbled upon the Ridurhuber (I know Im mis-spelling the name terribly) Farm many years ago… It was purely by the will of God that lead us there, I can definately see that now. I grew up on that farm basically from the age of 12… I played with the kids as we built forts and dams, and wondered what lied deep in the wood. There was many happy memories made there, even the blasted kudzu that seem to bind the entire farm together in uncanny harmony, didnt seem too bad. The entire acrage was unerringly covered in “fools gold.” I used think that maybe this was heaven, because everywhere you went you walked on what looked like gold. Needless to say we grew very close to the Ridurhuber family… I quickly adopted the eldest Ridurhubers as my grandparents because I never really knew my real grandparents and they were more than willing to accept.

It was a far better visit that I would have imagined… Buddy Ridurhuber, my adopted grandfather is a man of great caliber in the city of greenwood… Basically knows everyone in town… He used to work on B-29s, the same type of bombers that drop the bomb on Japan… Buddy is a classic South Carolinian… A pure joy to hear his tales and storys of a better time, a time near forgotten… His backyard is covered with all sorts of strange machines of all designs and even a few inventions of his own. His wife, known as Gertty is a master cook, and celebrates each and every holiday with every family member to the greatest extent. Now, Gertty is a also a Classic South Carolinaian as well, She banters beautifully with her spose and commands her house with the greatest decorations. Her class is matched by few and her hospitallity is far beyond what the history books could speak of when it comes to Southern customs. Well. after visiting a while I decided to take a long needed walk into the deep wood… With my ever faithful companion “Dub.” Dub, is a dog… a dog that was around when we first moved to the farm… I grew up with dub, we took many a walk in the wood, we climbed the highest hills and conquered every unspeakable evil that a very imaginative 12 year old could conjure.

We arrived first at a spot of many dangers and near death experiences… There used to be a rope, now rotten and displaced through time, that would hang from the tree next to the rock… One would climb said rock and grasp the rope and swing with all his might… remembering to let go at the end of journey and not to swing back and dash yourself upon the rock from whence you came. And to the right was what was called…
“The Marriage Tree” Now if an actual marriage took place there I know not… But I believe it got its name from the binding of trees obiviously, of which another aspect could be told, but that is for another story and perhaps even another website to unfold.

After walking further into the deep wood… We came upon “The Healing Garden” This plain of trees obiviously reiceived its name from a miraculous event… Ernie Ridurhuber, one of the sons of buddy’s, was working in the woods one day… Ernie had previously had back surgery a few weeks before. Apparently there was inpending work that needed to be done. As the story goes, Ernie somehow fell in the garden and hurt his back again… He claimed he was in so much pain that he couldnt even move… Now he was too far in the woods, so much so, that no one would hear his call. So he began to pray, He asked God to help him out of the woods… And as it goes… Has he finished praying, he suddenly felt his pain lifted and he was able to walk out of the garden… Now, disbelieve if you will, but if you’ve ever had back trouble, you know that is can be an indescribible pain and to move, must less walk is an impossible act.But believing or not, you may be… understand that the name stuck, and its been known as “The Healing Garden” ever since…

Now, if you walk into the Garden, you will come around to a lovely waterfall, which for whatever reason seemed to be ALOT smaller than what i recalled… But as you see, another rope… a rope for more near death challenges. As I recall, you could swim here, it was deep enough to move around in… But I dont ever recall swimming in… mainly due to fear of water snakes that patrolled the creek regularly, not to mention the snapping turtles in the grimey deep, that might and probably would bite my toes off… But be that as it may, this was always a favorite place for me, I would always stop here on my way through the wood. I would often cross the creek and sit on the moss covered rock and watch the creek stream by. And then I would try to figure ways to dam it all up.

Now this particlar path has appear in my dreams many many times… For what reason I know not… But I always felt this was always the most inviting part of the trail… You can see Dub ahead, making the way clear for all who follow HIM…

I dont ever remember this rock beening here…

Its disconcerning and comforting at the same time, because the rock does look like it belongs there. You can also notice the horizion at the tree line… Something interesting about the farm was, if you make it to the horizion you were ok… you could always find you way out… But there were a few deep parts in the woods… And thats were the secrets lies…

Take for example the indian dam… Which sadly I didnt photograph, because it takes a great deal of effort arrive at… (correction: I went back about a month later and took this photo) But an actual small stone cut dam, said to be made by native indians… Or so the story goes. But these woods held many secrets, and for me they still do…

At last, we arrive at the center piece… Well the center piece for me at least… Because I spent a great deal of time here… Mainly because I was still in ear shout of my mothers supper call… But ALSO… because one of my greatest JNP’s was to dam this creek like no other… and oh yeah a crane too… It can also be noted, that in this general area was where several of my super secure fortresses were built… But now sadly have faded in time due to obivous budget cuts and lay offs…

Ahh the bridge… A train bridge to be exact, the trains would cross above and head towards hodges and the like… But the construction of it always interested me… I always expected some hidden passage to open up on the inside walls and take me to some unknown land. But they didnt, so I just dammed the creek up… And as you can see… or maybe not… But Someone, or mother nature itself has created a dam of the like I could have never have done… It looks like a tree has been placed there and is doing a fine job… far better than my cinder bricks and mud… which would only hold for 2 minutes tops…
Heres my artist concept for the crane… This was Buddy’s crane, he did construction work after World War II… But for whatever reason, this crane was left all alone in the wood… perhaps it was working on the dam as well… who knows… But I do remember it facing the creek… Someone’s obiviously turned it… I had no idea it would work… If I had know that… It is possible I wouldnt been here writting this. Because if I had known that thing was STILL operational… I would have undoubtably killed myself in the attempt of turning it on… You can also see Dub securing the area around the crane…

Heres a close up of the drivers seat of the crane… The gears in this thing amaze me… I recall horror stories that Buddy told me about the people operating said cranes and getting caught up in the gears… *shudders… And on a similar note, You can almost make out a inscription that say where the crane was made… OHIO… *shudders…

Well I hope you’ve enjoyed this blog… I hope its better than the last one… Please feel free to comment!

Always remember …

“Isnt it good to get lost in the woods” “Isnt so bad” “So quiet there” “In the wood…”

-Saint

“Its been a strange fall…” JNP DAY

In Life on November 7, 2004 at 5:00 am
Date: November 6, 2004 9:00:00 PM PST
Subject: “Its been a strange fall…” JNP DAY



This blog has been coming for quite sometime… It has been a strange fall and actually Im quoting an unknown classic “The Survivors” starring Robin Williams… and the quote its actually… “This been a strange winter” But I decided to make it seasonal… and thus I have… The shire, a place of home I’d thought… Even in my brightest dreams… I’d thought I’d never see… I am thankful, I was allowed to opputunity to room with my dear friend aaron, shoot movies with the JNP crew, and see the faces of friends long forgotten and torn. God has seen fit to entertain my dreams and hopes… and even some dreams I never knew I had… I’d cry if I could, but tears do not come, as my old fears wash aside. The reason for the JNP Day is that I quit my job with the medallions. I wont go into details… And there are nasty details. There are demons to slay there… and i will face them with the grace of God. And with God’s providence, a road of peace and love will be laid over burning bridges. I went up to Amber and Steveos wedding… It was great wedding and even a better weekend… It was wonderful to see everyone, but i must admit I grew tired of hollow shells of people i used to know…

“how you doing?”
“good”
“you?”
“great”
“where you at now?”
“I do sound for a band”
“cool”
“it was great see you”
“yeah you too”
“later”

I cant count how many of these conversations I had with people… And conversations I didnt have with people. The same people that wouldnt talk to be before, still didnt… and i didnt feel pressured to talk to them… But in the end, My hands are just as bloody as theirs… I saw devin for the first time in 9 months… he had a girlfriend… I was completely happy for him and maybe just a little bit proud too =] We didnt have the above converstation. Wounds were healed and mended… Answers were given and the questions of old faded away. It was terribly good to see him. It did my soul well to see him I must say. It seemed to help him too… which was best of all… There was talk of JNPs, left only in the floating abyss of that which makes Planet Nebthos itsself… Behold the coming of JNP PMD… Woe to us all….

Election Day was a good day… But not because of what was going on in the world… but what was happening in a small tarsus traveling down Highway 23… I got to hang out with my mother, listen to NPR and enjoy her company. I felt liberated… I felt the demons of grayson had been slain… I saw many good friends… including my dear sound mentor Paul… Ahhh… sound nerds in open conversation, nothing is more beautiful… It did my heart well to see paul too… Many questions of sound were answered… Woe to ways of 100-400 hz =] But now on my JNP DAY… Free of the medallions, free to control the waves in front of me… But lag behind… Words are being said about me… When I have done no wrong… When I saught peace… pain and anger follows my name… But my time has come, my road has closed…

A friend in kentucky told me, as soon as I left in january… everyone started to talked about me and they talked about me in terrible ways… This is nothing new… But I struggled with this… for the few second before maturity that I have never known before stepped in… And told him… I dont even want to know what they said… 9 months before it would have destoried me… I was comforted by what some would call enlighthenment I suppose…

But It was as jesus himself reminded me…

“They talked about me too”
“They all talked about me…”
“They loved me with one hand…”
“They hated me with the other…”
“And killed me with both…”
“And I forgave them still…”
“do likewise…”

Now, I’m not saying Im like jesus or anything… But Christians will tear into (especially) other christians faster any other person. People in the real world wont tear into you like that… It sickens me… And Im guility of it myself… So that weekend I vowed not to talk negativally about anyone ever again… In full knowledge, that I will fail… But I will continue… A JNP in itself =]

To my friends faithful and untrue…
To both I address…
I have failed you…
I will fail you again forgive me As I forgive you my dearest of friends…
My grace is not enough
So, I’ll kill myself daily to share in the sacrifice of christ
please my dearest of friends…
do likewise

-SAINT