Category Archives: paradox

18:D Strange Incident on Thursday June 23rd 2016


As I pulled out of the driveway by myself in the jeep to go to work at about 11am, I saw a black rectangular object fall from the sky; it was about four or five feet from hitting the ground where my eyes first noticed it, and just as suddenly, the black oblong object hit the ground with a thud, raising dust, and so I looked to see what had just fallen from the sky. It was a black book. I focused my eyes in on the book, which had fallen with the cover face up, with the words inscribed in gold letters “Holy Bible.”

My reaction was one of shock. While I was getting out of the jeep that I parked off away from the middle of the street, I saw Maritza just coming out of the door next to her mom’s white car. I walked over to the bible, picked it up as Maritza walked toward me. She remarked that I had a very perplexed look on my face, and so I told her what had just happened. I put the bible in her hands so she could see for herself what it was.

Maritza knows that I do not have a deep connection with the Bible. I have only read bits and pieces of it, knowing that it was altered and key elements, especially about reincarnation, were left out of it since the Council of Nicea. So, Maritza handed it back to me, and after we exchanged remarks about how astonishing this all was, we gave each other a kiss, and I got back in the jeep and drove off to work.

I couldn’t understand why this had just happened or how. Since it had landed near the back of the Ford pickup, I figured that maybe somebody had left it on the corner of the back of the pickup and it had fallen, but what I saw was a black rectangular object falling perfectly flat to the ground. From how high it was when my eye caught view of it and from the edge of the pickup if someone had actually left it there, if the book had fallen from the pickup, then the book would have fallen with some part of the book angling down first, not flat like I had seen. Those four or five feet I saw it falling perpendicular to the ground. Besides, Maritza had just come in from near the truck after walking the dogs, and had walked past the truck and not seen the Bible on the truck, so it is doubtful that it was even resting on the truck. And how likely is it that someone would place a bible on the back of the pickup, Maritza would walk past without noticing it, then just as I have finished backing out of the driveway, and started to go forward, how likely is it that I would see a flat rectangular object fall straight to the ground, landing flat with a thud, raising some dust, and be a book with its cover face up so I could see that it read “Holy Bible” from the jeep in the street? Not very likely. But it is even less likely that it just fell from the sky, right?

I was like, “Holy shit! What the f**k!” So when I get to work, I find it is the King James version, which I really do not like, so I am thinking, “If the angels sent this as a message to me, why would they pick the King James version, which I don’t care for?” Then, I opened up to the first page and there was an inscription to Christina and I think the other name was Savannah (I’ll check on Monday when I go back to work, which is where I left it), and the inscription said that this gift was for “forgiveness.” So, like I do with all books, I closed the book, meditated, and then opened the book to a random page and starting reading. The page was at Leviticus 19, which I just looked up on the net to remind myself, and it says, “The Lord said to Moses, ‘Speak to the entire assembly of Israel and say to them, ‘Be holy because I, the Lord your God, am holy.'”

I am in no way religious or a bible thumper, but that is just outright strangeness, don’t you think? So I told my friend Bruce and my friend Jaime, and although both found it odd, neither was too surprised at this point, knowing that high strangeness is common to my life. Bruce reminded me that magic happens all the time, and Jaime admitted that she has been studying the archangels with some dedication lately, too. Maritza and I are still scratching our heads over this one, but somehow, the word on the inscription page “forgiveness” seems to me like the key message. Maybe the message is that we should just extend “forgiveness” to everyone, and let go of our old hostile attitudes. And maybe we should also start to use umbrellas more often, in case bibles falling from the sky gets to be a regular occurrence!

2:D destiny and freewill

Now that I have created my own diary (after several years of waiting) I am asking myself what direction I want to take this, and who am I writing it for. In the end, I guess I am really writing it for myself, because after all: it is my diary, and no one is going to care more about my life than myself.

So, dear reader, remember that. I may pretend like I am writing this blog for you and other readers to share some of my experiences, insight and humor that I gained along my path, but since most people care the most about themselves, naturally their interest in somebody else’s life- in this case, mine- is going to be far less than my own interest in myself. Sometimes, the act of setting down on paper my feelings helps me get a better eagle’s eye view of this magical, shared-reality here on Earth. However, I have no ulterior motives inviting you to share my journal other than to offer up my version of reality, in the hopes that I connect with a few of you who can appreciate my views, as you share yours with me , which you can do in the comments section of this blog.

And so, when each of us manifest here on Earth and incarnate as a newborn child, being born from a woman who was seeded by a man, we each may ask ourselves, “Was this my destiny to be born into my particular family and circumstances, or did I choose it out of my freewill? Is my life and fate determined by destiny or freewill?”

If it’s destiny, then why bother making decisions and choosing anything, right? Because destiny implies that no matter what choice you make, you will end up with a particular, pre-determined outcome. And if it is freewill, then why doesn’t everything you choose become reality? Life appears more as a blend, and maybe, the question should be written with “and” instead of “or”: destiny and freewill.

Destiny and freewill together may suggest that life is not really about choosing one extreme or another in a holographic construct of polarized opposites. Maybe life is a balancing act in a world of apparently incongruent, opposing forces, but only on the surface appearance. Maybe life is much deeper than choosing some friends over others, one country over all the other nations, bigger and deeper than choosing one religion, one way to have sex, one team to cheer for, and one truth to live by. Maybe the universe, or the multi-verse for that matter, is infinite enough to accommodate everything, and more.

One of the realizations that has been evolving in my mind over the decades is that there may be room for everything in this infinite multi-verse. Each individual person can have their own personal reality, their own subjective experiences and understandings that are in direct conflict with another person’s reality, and yet in the greater scheme of things, taking the eagle’s eye view of the multi-verse, there is room for all of these apparently opposing and contradictory realities. Maybe paradox is reality, or at least one reality of many.


Webster’s dictionary defines paradox as “a statement that is seemingly contradictory or opposed to common sense, and yet is perhaps true.” I feel that the place to resolve the paradox of destiny and freewill is right within one’s own heart. I’ve found that with meditation, then contemplation, then intention, and finally action, that I am more equipped and better served to travel joyfully through the paradox of life on Earth, and still remain in balance. Meditating suggests that I need to listen for a higher reality instead of letting my brain do all the talking; contemplation suggests that I need to both think and feel with my heart and my mind; intention suggests that I need to contemplate serving others as well as I serve myself; and action suggests that I need to walk my talk, and carry through by honoring everyone so that win-win scenarios are created. In this way, destiny, freewill and paradox are amalgamated into a balanced, multi-versal whole.

Not a black hole, or Alice’s rabbit hole, a donut hole or an a-hole, but a balanced whole.

And this is part of the purpose behind why I have created a public diary. Some of my experiences and reality is so far removed from what appears to be normal, ordinary human experience that I wish to reach out to others to see what benevolent connections we can make to each other’s realities.

I know this blog won’t be written for the millions, or the thousands, or maybe even the hundreds, but just for those few of you who may resonate with what I am going to begin sharing with you, and it is for both you and I that I write this blog and share my continuingly strange and wonderful journey.

And it would be just that much more wonderful if you would care to reply and comment to these articles if you feel so benevolently inspired. You would probably need to join for free to do this. I’m so new to all this at this point that I don’t know for sure. Otherwise, you can always write to me at My best to each one of you that has taken the time to read up to here.