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MY GENESIS: A RECORD



I have often been asked to put some of my experiences to paper. I was told it would be cleansing by more than one therapist. I was cheered on by friends (who I think were sick of hearing the same stories over and over again at parties) and would be relieved that I would hand someone the printed word, and spare them the agony of the detailed adventures.
I have attempted it a few times, but it just did not "feel" right.
Until now.

Allow me to briefly introduce myself.
And I shall do it in the most insulting of ways.
By sharing with you a list of labels that I affirm and identify in this physical state.
Pisces
Male
Handsome
Blond
Blue Eyes
Tall
Aged to 39
Brother
Son
Uncle
Cousin
Grandson
Friend

See, usually when I go to open my mouth, I can sometimes picture my Mothers face.
The horror she feels at not knowing what may come falling out, like my purse.
Here is where we get into some touchy areas
Animal Lover
Writer/Poet
Spiritual
Empathetic
Listener
Sardonic
White
Democrat
Gay
Ex-Mormon
Alcoholic
Addict
Psychic/Intuitive
Reiki Master
Claire sentient
Environmentalist
A Great Undoer

So now you get a hint as to the journey we are about to travel together.
The above are just words right? 
Language we have assembled for the purpose of describing and communicating with each other.
We use them everyday, some more reckless than others.
But it isn't the words, more the meaning or interpretation of those words that hold power.
I thank you from my soul to yours for sharing this experience with me.

Our story begins with two more words.
Saint - A translation of a Greek word similar to "holy"
Satan- Used to represent several different words in Greek "slanderer" "spoiler" "adversary"

I find a satirical humor in the definitions of the two words listed above.
These definitions were taken directly from the King James Bible Dictionary.
In my upbringing in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 
I would comfortably say I have met more of the slanderer, spoiler, adversaries among the saints.
And I would also comfortably say that those who I feel have brought me closer to God
Are considered among those same saints, to be satan.

But why quibble over simple vocabulary words and their definitions.
Just be aware that one of the words listed above is in the name of the Church,
which name was received through revelation from God himself.

So it is with words we begin.
For "in the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God." -Gospel of St. John

Location: St George, UT, USA

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