Month: June 2020

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Defining Moment in the Desert [ Post # 40]

This is a story I presented at a story-telling brunch at a church fund-raiser a while back. It was a fun time hearing people’s brief five minute life stories. This was one of those defining, life changing, transformative moments I think many of us have experienced at some time in our personal history.

It was probably 1967 and I was at a very low, depressed time in my life. I can’t remember exactly why I was so depressed, but everything was falling apart in my life, at least in my own messed-up mind. I had graduated from high school and was working at uninspiring, menial jobs. My close friends were gone away to college. I had moved away from home as I was very unhappy living at home before my graduation. One night I just decided it was time to run away from all my problems and unhappiness. I got in my 1956 Chevy (the best car I ever had), filled it with gas and headed east from Los Angeles on the I-10, which goes from Los Angeles to Jacksonville, Florida. My plan was was to keep going east until I found a new place to start a new life. I assumed I’d end up in the Midwest or somewhere on the east coast, probably. The first big city on my route was Phoenix, so I figured that would be my first stop. So on I drove, into the pitch black night in the California desert.

Many hours spent driving in the pitch black night of the California desert on my way to Arizona.

I had lots of time to think as the hours passed by. A lot of various thoughts. It was scary doing this, I had no idea what was ahead for me. I only knew that I had to do this. I knew, also, that this was a better plan than totally giving up and considering something more drastic. This was the best option, as I saw it.

After a few hours I realized I’d need to gas up at the Colorado River, which was coming up before too long. It was maybe 2am or so and it was pitch black with the starry desert sky overhead. I was so absorbed in thought I suddenly realized it was totally silent in the car. I decided to turn on the radio. I had been so transfixed in such deep thought, deep, depressed thought for hours I decided it was time for a break and listen to the radio.

I turned on the radio, and of course I was in the middle of nowhere, so the radio had no strong radio stations coming through, just lots of static and some very weak, distant stations. Tuning the radio, I heard a somewhat strong station and continued listening. Eventually the station identified itself as KOMO in Seattle, Washington. Wow, I thought, a very distant station but coming through as a pretty good signal. I kept listening.

Best car I ever had and the one I was driving one night when my whole life changed in an instant!

As I listened, my mind kicked in and I started thinking of Seattle. I had never been to Seattle. Wondered what Seattle was like. Hmmm, Seattle, Washington. Then it hit me, right out of the blue, as they say. I had three friends attending college up there in Seattle. Three friends I had met in high school in Los Angeles. They were attending a college there in the Pacific Northwest. My mind started thinking, I have three friends in Seattle attending college. Hey, maybe I should consider going to Seattle to start my new life! Hmmm… why not? That might a better solution to my problems than just running away to who knows where. Hey, why not go to the same college that my friends were attending? I really had not thought of attending college and getting a degree. In a previous blog I mentioned how my high school counselor told me one day I was not college material and don’t even think of trying to get into a college.

So, I have friends there right now, I was thinking. I bet I could get into college if I worked at it. It just might work out. This was a spontaneous thought, or inspiration is perhaps a better way to see it. Wow, all of the sudden my whole body reacted to the thought and I felt a wonderful feeling. This could be my escape from my depressed period of my life. I suddenly snapped out of my deep state of thought and said to myself, “I’m going to do it, at least try to do it.” Time to turn around and head home and begin my new plan. Just about then I was coming up on the town of Blyth, California, at the Arizona border and the Colorado River. Time to fill up my car for the return trip to Los Angeles.

My whole life changed in that instant of listening to the car radio and imagining myself attending college in Seattle. Back home, I had a long rest from that eventful night and the next day began working on my project of getting admitted to college. I had to take the SAT test, get recommendations, one from my pastor if I was attending a church (it was a small, conservative Christian college). I did all the things I needed to do and the result was that I was finally accepted. Wow, a new adventure and life awaited me. I had no idea where this was going to lead me, but I was on board with the plan to get a college education. It was not that I had any particular feeling about having a college education, as I never even entertained the idea before, really.

The big day came when a friend took me to the airport and I boarded the plane for Seattle. I was on my way. My very early blogs pick up from this point. They cover my college years, briefly, and then my graduate school experiences in a theological seminary. Then my leaving school to get into the world again and begin job hunting, where I eventually got started in my airline career.

So, this desert experience. What a major turning point in my life story. What a story of salvation, in a sense. What would my life have been like if I had relocated to some unknown place in the country after my unplanned road trip in desperation and depression. I know now that I was being led to do the right thing, as I always have been even when I had no awareness of some sort of Divine guidance. Yes, something has kept me on the path of this wonderful life I’ve lived!

Wally

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My Religion; Your Religion; The “Church” [ Post # 39]

I planned to change my topic after several blogs of the “religious” and “spiritual” theme, but felt I needed one more essay along these lines since my last blog on not being fond of church. In that blog I was referring to the organization and physical building called “the church.” Upon reflection, I realize there is the greater definition of “church,” meaning the community of like-minded people, the community of people or “believers” outside an organization or physical structure.

In this sense people are the church yet may never “go” to church, attending formal services. As I see it, we all have our different beliefs, even those proclaiming no beliefs at all. In order to function at all in life, I believe we all have beliefs in something. Most of us have a belief in science. If we travel in an airplane, we believe in the science of aerodynamics. You get the point.

So we all have belief in something. In the religion/spiritual dimension, we all believe in something. Everyone’s belief is individual, as I see it. Some may believe in just luck or randomness in this universe. Religious denominations have their official doctrines, beliefs, and structures. Mormons, Catholics, Baptists, Unitarians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus all have their different beliefs. You have your beliefs, also, your particular beliefs. They may align or agree with a particular denomination/religion, but I bet your individual beliefs may differ somewhat from the organization’s official beliefs.

So, turning to my personal, individual religion. Over the years I’ve thought about what beliefs I have. They have changed over the years. Over the past two years or so, since I’ve started blogging, especially, I have gelled my spiritual and religious thoughts and contemplations into my personal and very brief statement of my religion. It’s simple, it works, and it’s how I live my life now. It is so easy, now, for me to live my religion. And the best part is I have no guilt, no regrets, no bad feelings, no having to answer to an organization trying to control me in any way to live up to the organization’s standards and rules.

My religion consists of just seven words. Yes, it’s that simple, seven words. Simple, perhaps, but the seven word statement covers a lot. It covers everything as far as I’m concerned. Short and sweet, as the saying goes. My religion is: ” LOVE: TRUST GOD; AND F THE REST.” (For the easily offended, more proper people, let the F stand for “fooey with.”) So, there you have it, my religion, my credo, my standard for living my life.

For me, that statement covers everything. Everything that a religion should cover. Let me elaborate. “LOVE;” that covers a lot. That is what life is all about, as I see it. I love rather than hate. If I love, I don’t intentionally hurt people. I do my best to be a representative of the Divine, of living as “the Father and I are One,” as Jesus said. Sure, I’m flawed, everyone is flawed. But looking over my life, I don’t feel that I have ever “hated” anyone. Extremely disliked someone, perhaps, but not what I would call hate. Hate to me is a crossing of the line, going over the edge. I love peace, tranquility, harmony, tolerance, diversity. I love compassion, sincerity, well, you get the picture. I do not seek revenge. I practice forgiveness, even in very difficult situations, for my psychological and mental health, not to accept bad behavior or let people get away with bad actions . I leave the “getting even” aspect to karma, to life, to consequences that may come to evil doers.

As for the “trust God” part, well, that covers a lot also. I spent much of my life worrying, being frustrated, anxious, confused, angry and pessimistic. After a long life, I have learned to trust. Trust life, God, the universe, whatever you want to call it, I’ll call it God. The loving, creative energy of the universe. It will work out, as I see it. Life goes as it goes. I just need to be “connected,” to God, as I see it. I don’t have that much control over things. Life is basically a mystery. Things are happening behind the scenes as I see and experience it. That’s just something I have come to see after all this time struggling in life. I guess that is what faith is. I do what I need to do every day (every moment, actually) and let that something behind the scenes take care of me and lead me on. When I stumble I don’t need to lose my faith, just collect myself, spiritually, and move on.

As for the F (“fooey with”) everything else, I see most of structured religion as intellectual mind games theologians play with the people. Theologians theorize, speculate, proclaim, pronounce, and organize religious life in human terms. They tell you what God is, what everything is, how you should live, what truth is, etc. They have rituals and actions you should or must perform to be “holy,” “sanctified,” “saved,” etc. They have liturgies and formulas, etc. All find and dandy, I say, if that is your religion, the religion you choose to follow, the religion you believe is the right one. Go for it if it gives you life, a happy and good life, as you see it.

My altar at home in my meditation, prayer room.

What I’m saying in all this is, my personal religion is pretty simple. I like things stated simply. Jesus stated the commandments in a simple statement of, ” love God and your neighbor as yourself.” Meister Eckart the mystic/priest centuries ago) said “if the only prayer you ever prayed is “thank you,” that is sufficient. So, I’m saying, (for me, my religion is), “Love; Trust God and F the rest.” My parting word to you is “Namaste: I bow to the Divinity in you.”

Wally