Wandering the byways of the nether.

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The nether, science finally concluded, doesn't exist.  Or, more precisely, the nether is more precisely defined.  Pick which answer you will, they will go with whichever suits their fancy.  None of them, from experience, actually know.  Not the point, or even a point, to my topic, just a side note.  When dealing with enemies, as I like to say, real enemies anyway... kick em' when they're up, kick em' when they're down.  Repeat as necessary.  Any "profession", advocacy, belief system, or such that is contrary to God in it's aim is an enemy.  No, science doesn't have to be that way.  Debate God?  I do that.  I wrestle with Him sometimes daily.  If I don't like something He says, we go to town.  He has no problem with that.  Heck, that is how He won me over.  He's... well... He's good at this.  Better than I, by far.  And, He doesn't mind a bit.  Pummeled, psychically bruised, sore of body, whimpering in a corner, He just suggests when I am ready we can go at it again.  Sometimes I don't even give Him a chance to finish before we are back at it.  I'm not a damned quitter!  *grin*  Science couldn't ever win, so they quit.  Big babies if you ask me.  Some, at some points, have weighed such things.  But it is lost on the new breed.


Life is still, as I suggested, a walk in the ethereal.  I can't find my place, pace, or shoes.  Mind and body are in two different places, and my spirit is hunting rabbits.  Transcendentalism of the accidental form has been found and is being honed.  It's a beautiful thing, in a way.  A messy thing.  Most men have to take drugs to come here.  All I have to do is wait.  It's been a while now, though.  Years since I have been in this place?  Yes...  Going back on medications brought me to a similar place, if pain induced.  Beside the pain, I was much closer to death on that walk.  It was related to medication so not a true walk on the invisible road.  No, I haven't been here in a very long time, naturally.  At least now I know there is a door, of sorts, out.  I am looking for it.  As I said, in short order, if I can't find the door, I may have to... do something else.  I have a trick or two up my sleeves.  Experience, luck, and a bean of some capacity have allowed me to... choose.

Where I go, few can follow.  Those who can, and do, follow, will never go where I go.  Just as I cannot go with them.  This is a place of self, and not at all.  Difficult, for some, to find.  Impossible, for others, to miss.  Complicated and yet done every day, somewhere, by someone, somehow.  Terribly beautiful and yet unpalatable to most.  I was a natural, at this, but my talents were enhanced.  One might suspect they got out of control.  And, at one point, and perhaps even now, I think that can be true. Poor health is a risk factor to being lost "there".

On the other hand, I have seen, learned, and developed things of self, and mind, and the world, here, that can only be perfected here.  I was taught to set aside the chaos, focus on the goals, then learn to work through the one to meet the other, here in the nether, so that I could do so in the real... well... in the world of flesh.  It collides with my dreaming world, sometimes, as well.  While I can't quite walk on water from this, I do understand, from it, what Jesus was on about with that.  A true master at this, Him.  It was in my failing, yet sight of the possibility to His way, through here, that, in part, I was able to turn my ship around and seek Him out... as a master, initially, and finally as a friend, then family, and then as a brother.

Well... on to today, or tonight, really.  I have a bit of time in this walk before I will begin opening, or finding, or creating, the way out.  I try to let this thing go and work my way out before using... whatever means necessary.  At least, now, I not only know there is a way out, I realize I should, and can, find it and use it.  Probably.  We'll see.  Later.