The Shelter

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The statement I composed in my commentary below the Gospel of Thomas quote about "falling" could be an interesting reframe of what I experienced during my remembering vision.

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20 The disciples said to Jesus, "Tell us what Heaven's kingdom is like."

He said to them, It's like a mustard seed, the smallest of all seeds, but when it falls on prepared soil, it produces a large plant and becomes a shelter for birds of the sky.

http://users.misericordia.edu//davies/thomas/Trans.htm

[My comment on the quoted saying]
The only-est place anybody knows for certain where there is "prepared soil" and a "sky" that can "shelter" living entities like "birds" is the Earth. The "mustard seed" reference could be a red herring as far as logic goes, but to me it's the most interesting descriptor in the batch. It's fate depends on the s-oil it "falls" on. 

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Previously, when I've used poetic license to describe a life-changing vision bestowed upon me just after my thirtieth birthday. It was an completely unexpected, impossible dream in which I re-experienced being every living creature I am had ever made itself into after being captured by the unknowable forces of the planet Earth.

Even though, in the past, I've stated that I was ecstatically bouncing around the universe of my own volition, and decided to indulge my curiosity of Earth as a "blue/green jewel". There is a chance I wasn't "flying through space" quite like I described in some of my previous attempts to manifest my vis-à-vis remembering vision.

During the period I composed my comment of the Gospel of Thomas quote and used the term "falling" in the way that I did, that caused me to wonder if perhaps "falling" might be a more appropriate descriptor for the telling of my remembering vision. So, that's what I'm trying to write about now.

Puzzled? Remember my disclaimer in the Header about not attempting to tell the God's own truth with my descriptions here, I'm just trying to capture drifting thoughts with words. Not to determine their worthiness, but to say wot I am is seeing.

Falling to Earth implies a lack of control as much as assertively flying boldly here signifies power over my circumstances. It weaves a different tale. It might explain my lack of an ability to fly outta here was due to the fact that I didn't fly here. Falling here might explain why I don't appear to be able to engender the will power needed for lift off.

If I did fall here instead of boldly flying in here like I am is the king of the world, then perhaps the only way off of this tour de force of nature is to fall off of it the same way I fell on it or upon it. If such is so, then I gotta somehow abandon the ballast Earth uses it's gravity to keep me here. As long as I value any physical attribute of being I'll probably be stuck here, but is that a bad thang?

A friend explained to me how some chemicals and pharmaceuticals can be absorbed directly through the skin. Steroids, for instance. He told me some people overdose on steroid creams and don't have a clue that's what is doing the trick.

I have some steroid cream that was prescribed to me a couple of years ago. My doctor told me it was good for whatever skin problems I might have, but she wasn't very specific about it. My friend told me it was definitely steroid and that it would help with the psoriasis that pops up on my toes. I applied some last night and by this morning the redness was almost gone. I guess I was being cautious without knowing I should be.

The weather forecast for this area is that it's gonna get cold tomorrow, and stay cold for the foreseeable future. They're not talking about unseasonably cold weather, but it's been warm for the most part lately. When it has chilled off temporarily it has warmed back up quickly. 'Tis the season... eh?

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