Sunday, July 12, 2015

Ready for some divine wisdom? I’m about to channel my 10,000 year old spirit warrior


Last night, as I settled on my couch with a warm piece of apple pie & scoop of butter pecan ice cream (my new favorite Saturday night dessert) and got ready to find a movie or documentary to watch on Netflix TV, something compelled me to open my laptop & look at Facebook first.  I was greeted with this:

“Ok I have went to church and believed in God my whole life yes there have been times that have been tough it makes you think is he really there but let me tell you cuz tonite he opened my eyes“

I’ll spare you the rest (it goes on for quite awhile and most of it is incoherent) but it boils down to this:  the woman who shared this was sitting on a bench while waiting for her train, when she was approached by a couple (a brother & sister), and they felt compelled to share God’s love with her. 

Before they go, they leave her with a couple gifts: a personal note containing some scripture & a BRAND NEW COACH WRISTLET!

She’s overcome with joy; first of all, the couple’s first names are her & her own brother’s first names too.  Secondly, her brother passed away some time ago, but he knew of her love for Coach purses.  SO THANK YOU GOD FOR ALLOWING MY BROTHER WHO’S IN HEAVEN WITH YOU TO SOMEHOW GET THIS COACH PRODUCT TO ME!   

She includes a picture of her heavenly reward—talk about divine intervention!

After reading this (in disbelief) I almost rubbed my hands together in glee: these Christian women on FB were going to hang this chick out to dry!  I jumped down to the comments below her miracle purse, expecting to read responses like ‘God doesn’t hand out bling!’ or ‘God is the real deal & this is a knockoff!’  

Nope!  Instead I see this:

“It’s a miracle!”  “God’s love is wonderful!”  “Each time I read this, I shed tears of joy.  Praise Him!”  I shut my laptop off in disgust, muttered something Christ-related & turned on my TV.

I think He heard me, or maybe Netflix did, because on the ‘Recommended for You’ screen was a documentary titled “An Honest Liar”.  It’s the life story of the Amazing Randi.   What the—I haven’t seen or heard from this awesome character in YEARS.  Thank you Lord, this couldn’t have come at a better time!

For those of you unfamiliar with the man, the Amazing Randi has lived his life eerily similar to Harry Houdini.  In his younger days he was a master magician;  in his later years he made it his mission to go after psychics, televangelists, spirit channelers & anyone using cheap magic tricks or outright lies to con people out of their money.

Amazingly, he trained a couple of young men in the ‘80s to pose as psychics, solely to convince scientists they weren’t phonies.  They succeeded.  (He wanted to show that ANYONE can be fooled, even the most educated or cynical.)

In the 1970’s and ‘80s, he laughed at JZ Knight (who claimed to be possessed by a 35,000 year old warrior named Ramtha), pursued Uri Geller (the psychic who bent cutlery with his mind) and Peter Popoff (fhe “laying on of hands” healer) with a vengeance.  He had no qualms about exposing these charlatans, and did it right on national tv.

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Did it stop them?  Not exactly; today Uri Geller calls himself a ‘mystic’ and sells crystals on QVC;  Peter Popoff no longer claims to heal the sick, but he WILL get the Lord to erase your debt, provided you send him $20 for starters.  As for JZ Knight, she’s richer than ever—hail Ramtha!

But what the documentary showed (and took Randi years to fully grasp), was that even when he worked his butt off to prove we were being played, and with IRREFUTABLE EVIDENCE, most were outraged.  How dare he!  “People tend to have a narrow view of reality, they only want to see things their way.”

At the end of the documentary it hit me--getting angry at that Coach-loving Christian on Facebook (or her God-happy friends) was a waste of energy.  Even if I wanted to, could I convince them of my agnostic beliefs?  Or could they convince ME that God delivers upscale merchandise to the downtrodden? 

Well, for a $20.00 donation I’d be willing to let them try!

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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Well, it’s been six months since I made parole... no wait, make that seven

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First things first—if this is the first time you’re visiting my blog, I bet I know what you’re wondering;  This guy must be a really big fan of ‘Orange is the New Black’.  Haha, yes!  I just finished Season 3 and I’m ready to add it to “ApacheDug’s Top Ten TV Shows of All Time”, it’s THAT good. 

Okay, I’m not REALLY on parole (but for some reason, it does feel like it).  It’s just that my 20 year sentence of hard labor at UPMC was cut short six months ago and I was reminded of that fact today during the final OITNB episode.  An inmates ID number gets switched accidentally in the computer system with another who is set for release.  When they hand the wrong inmate a pile of civilian clothes and a bus ticket, does she say “Oh wait, this isn’t my prison id number”?  

Hell no!  She says “Thanks it’s been real” and vamooses!

Hours later, after the prison admins have realized their blunder and go to the bus depot where she was dropped off to begin their search, they find her still sitting there.  The warden asks her why she didn’t get on a bus.  She says “I had no place to go.”   He says “Then why’d you leave??”

She gives him a “duh” look and reminds him she really had no choice.

That’s pretty much how I felt last December, when I was shown two doors & one of them said DO EVEN MORE and the other said EXIT.  Did I have an exit plan in place?  Yes, but not for this date.  Was I emotionally & financially ready to go?  Not really. 

But what choice did I have?  I vamoosed.

Anyway, I suppose that scene at the bus depot just struck a nerve or something.  I’m not looking to go back to prison work anytime soon, but I suppose I am wondering what I’m going to do with the rest of this so-called life.  

Wondering… not worrying!  There’s a huge difference.   Smile

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Sunday, June 14, 2015

Our hearts belong in outer space: The final pages of the Amazing Argo!

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Well, here it is—what you’ve been waiting for, the end of the ride on the Amazing Argo!

In case you skipped over the previous chapter, an ancient virus from the undersea city of Atlantis has turned me into a vampire; while I’m on the hunt for blood, Shawn is now on the hunt for ME—with a vaporizer gun!

Meanwhile, the Evil Empress & Myorg are back, and aboard the Argo to exact their revenge—not knowing of the hot mess they just landed into!

TIME FOR A DISCLAIMER:  The artwork in the final couple pages gets suspiciously better & not wholly original; I’d begun thinking that the villains in our adventures shouldn’t look as goofy as Shawn & Doug, and so I turned to (the much better drawn) women in comic books for my inspiration.   I really wish I’d just stuck with my own style.  And on that final note….

Chapter 6:  In Love with the Myorg!  (After the thrilling conclusion to chapter 5, of course)

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Nest time: There is no next time!  Shortly after I did this last drawing in the summer of ‘87, I got another job and a new place to live, & began making plans to go back to school.

I’ve often wondered how things turned out for Doug & the new Myorg, maybe someday I’ll return to the Argo & finish the adventure!

Thanks for reading!

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