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And as I hydroplaned into the wall ....

a fast uncontrolled drift over three lanes of San Jose highway
I thought
life isn't really all that bad.
Right at that moment
the wheels gained ground again,
the car straightened out
the rain slacked to a mild drizzle.

I had left the storm behind

When I got home
and told Terick and Stef
they thought I was in shock because I was so calm
they felt horrible for not being with me.
I told them not to worry
that I really felt blessed
because
I had forgotten....
that I was alive

And you never realize how really alive you are
until you think your going to die

pcos

May. 4th, 2006 01:58 pm
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I hate myself
I can not look at myself in the mirror without being repulsed by what I see
I can not touch myself without flinching with disgust.
it is unbearable for me to even take a shower
because I don’t want to feel

me
this shell
this fat, bulbous, morbically obese me
that I have become
and I want to die
to just give up

I can not even feel the hands that I am writing this with
I hate
I hate
I me

I am dying
I am trying
so hard
to put a smile on my face
but I can not even sit up straight with this overbearing weight

My prison
my body
my prison
I am stuck behind these bars
and I am screaming
and so fucking pathetic

I loath this insignificant
piece of shit
I am
right now
this me
and I am angry
and pissed
and called to arms
against this beast
against this false me
against this one this me this I that rapes me
of my freedom
of my potential

I FUCKING HATE YOU IRENE
and what you have done to me
the real me
that is writing this

I AM NOT WHAT I HAVE MADE MYSELF
I rage
and fight
and believe
and will live
because I am not you

I AM NOT YOU
I MOVE FORWARD
THIS MOMENT
FORWARD
I will defeat this beast I have become
or I will die in the attempt

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In the coven we have a thing where one member posts a question each month... This month Blossom posted a question asking about our feelings on death. Terick is always asking me questions like this and I figure I might as well write down my answer here and direct him to it instead of mumbling "what the hell kinda question is that for 2am in the morning you skinny bastard!"like I have so often in the past.

Had to be this question....

I still have problems jumping into a pool from the side and to thinkof death I mean wow!

I have not so far had anyone close to me die. My step-grandmother was murdered and while I do think it was a horrible thing pointedly the way in which she died I feel no loss because I never really knew her at all. I've had pets die and people that I knew in high school die but its more like a wake up call.

I acknowledge that the ultimate symptom of life is death and that itis inescapable, every second I live and breath my cells toil away at their task and get a little bit more tiered and bored with their respective jobs until they say flock it and up and quit.

I know my mother will die, my brother, my aunt, Terick. One day sooner orlater. All I can do to keep them alive and the me that I am alive is preserve through my memory, my future children's memory, my writing and works of art.

Being raised Roman Catholic I was always afraid of death...
I think that is what kept me in the religion so long. But as time went on I realized that I was scared not of death but of hell.. I mean those nuns were very descriptive about just where I would end up if I cheated on my tests. The reason why I burned my first two Grimoires, why I chastised myself, why I gave money every Sunday, ran to confession every Saturday and bent over my rosary every night was my fear of what might follow death... my fear of hell.

But one Sunday I went to church with my girlfriend... not girl friend no my actual girlfriend the priest went on a hell fire rant about the evils of homosexuals and the infaliablity of the pope and how if you did not believe in certain things you were not Christian and therefore condemned to hell. I looked over at her as she snored softly against my shoulder and could not believe that this person that I loved so much would go to hell because of sexual orientation. Let alone me when there were so many other evils in the world. And then I thought about all the non Christians in the world who were good people and even better than some so called Christians that I knew. I could not believe that hell waited for them.

It took a long time and sometimes the fear of hell gets me again but I push, sometimes painfully, through my programming.

I have seen the ghosts of my family members. I have played with my mother's real mother when I was a child just as my mother had. I have known things that had never been taught to me. Connected with people and had that "I knew you in another life feeling". My research into the ever expanding field of metaphysics adds to my spiritual beliefs.

I feel that we are all connected because we are all made of the same things... the book you hold, the air you breath, your body, everything even the electromagnetic pulses in your brain are made of the same basic substance energy and space. If it is true that energy can neither be created or destroyed then my essence can not be erased or destroyed merely altered. I'm not sure if there is a God or Goddess or both waiting for me when I die. If there is then that better than finding left over change in last winters sweater. I treat other people with respect and love not because I worry for the state of my soul but because I believe everything is connected and that if I send out goodness I
will receive it, or be more open to it, and it gives me a great high and it gives me a purpose. And that purpose makes earth into my heaven my summerland. But I am sure about the connection... and in that connection I am sure that my being altered
by time, and energy and space will continue on.

I passed by a cemetery this weekend and I was thinking about this question. I parked my car and went in and sat on the ground amongst the dead. We mourn for shells, we seek answers from those who have "crossed over" and been brought back. We hold seances with lit candles and cast circles, the greatest thinkers of our age spent their lives questioning it. Religions spiral from it and return back to it.

But it does not matter. It is the inevitable ... the last symptom of life as we know it. There is nothing I can do to stop death or stay the hand the strikes it. So I endeavor to live.

Im not afraid of death... I worry only about the crossing... about the how I will die... about the jumping into the pool... that one moment where you hang in the air... but in my heart and soul I know that I will float to the top.

 

 



 

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I had a particularly odd dream last night
well last night was just
odd
I kept getting little pains all over my body
deep throbbing pains
like every time my heart pumped pains
When I finally fell asleep
I had my hands curled into fists under my stomach which I slept on
I woke up three times thinking I had developed some sort of weird cancerous tumor or my left ovary was finally about to rot off from years of non use
but I was to depressed and too tired to do anything about it at the moment
not even groan
besides I didn't want to deal with waking up Terick because he might remember that he fell asleep trying to get some
and restart his campaign
So if it was cancer then there was nothing I could do about it seeing as I have no insurance and no money I feel back to sleep
and that's when I had the dream

I was in an office... kinda like a doctors office. A new age one except for the fountain in the middle of the floor. Some enya-isque muzak wafted in from an unseen source. The room was brightly lit with multiple wall sconces. The seating was one long couch which circled the entire room and there was only one door. Everyone was relaxed... as a matter of fact it was the most relaxed I had ever seen people. I felt totally out of place.

The door opened. A woman in brightly colored world design scrubs came in. “Irene Solonge McCalphin you can come in now.” I stood and walked after her into the next room. She was gone and instead of the plush warm atmosphere of the waiting room I was surrounded by cold white walls with glaring florescent light. Despite the matrix like setting my first thought was... omg I look horrible under florescent lighting.
“Uncomfortable isn't it?” a voice said

I turned around and seated at a steel table in a steel chair with his hands folded neatly was one of the most drop dead gorgeous men I had ever seen... He was a hybrid of Johnny Dep and Jeff Goldbloom He was dressed like a Santa Cruz native calm conscious and classic.
“Please have a seat Ms McCalphin”

He didn't have to ask twice. He leaned forward. Looked me right in the eye and said “Do you know why you are here?”
“Not really”
“Notice anything odd?”
“Yeah... Where are the doors?”
“There are none I don't want you getting away before i'm done with our little chat”
“I think this is a dream”
“You would.”
“It is'nt?”
“I guess life it a dream, isn't that how the song goes?"
”Soooo this is a dream?”
“Your about to wake up.”
“Excuse me?”
“If life is a dream you're about to wake up.”
“Ummmm”
“You are going to die”
“...”
“Alright you're reasonable enough as mortals go... I can give this to you straight.”

All of a sudden the room changed and we were back in the room with the fountain except no on was there and I was in a hospital gown on a padded table with stir ups like the ones in the gynecologist office. Still no door.

“Look honey your killing yourself.. The lack of exercise, your diet, your self-esteem, your stress levels... hell if the pcos doesn't get you the cancer will or a stroke or diabetes.”
“You know about the pcos?”
“Yes and that was a test and i'm sorry to say that you are failing miserably.”
“I knew it was a test” I said indignantly
“Look I'm sorry... I'm trying my best to keep you here but you're working so hard against me that I might have to recall you and re-issue you.”
“Recall me?”

He put the little clip board he was holding into my hands.
“Yes dear, recall you... Do you know who I am?”

There was a moment of infinity with him just staring at me. And all of a sudden it clicked.
“Noooooo” I said like one whose missed the punch line on a joke and just had it explained with use of graphs, visual aids and baby words.
“Yes”
“Your the god damn grim reaper right?”
“That depends on what you mean by god, hell doesn't exist and  that's not what my mother named me"

"You have a mom?  What did she name you?"
"That's not important and your taking us off topic"

"Oh... sorry"
"No problem...look this is your last warning Irene.. I can't do anything more for you after this”
“Last warning what about my first!?”
“You're soo dense dear you really need to look around you more often.. Anyway get your shit straight... you have too much to do here okay. I really don't want to recall you early it's unnecessary paperwork.”

The table disappeared and I was dressed again. There was a door.
“Do we understand each other?”

I nodded
“Good girl now scoot”

And I woke up.
I rolled over and shook Terick

“I'm dying!” I said once he groaned
“Yes yes every second we live we die. Go back to sleep.”


 

 

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