The Old Fashioned Lord's Prayer

Our Father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
[For thine is the kingdom,
and the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever.]
Amen.

So This is Christmas

Do you know the feeling when you are certain you lost something... or minimally, you fear you lost something?

Then you discover that it isn't lost.

The Apple Pie fell onto the kitchen floor... yielding merriment.

The Angels won't quit. Despite our failings.

A few random words loosely connected.

Hope beyond a slogan, in a heart.
Faith as weak as a human might be... remains... Connected to that which is as great as great can be.

Let's Go! Love keep that heart a beating. Cab driving my life today.

Guy
Fairfax , Ca.

A Sweet Hallelujah

Thanks to Richard in passing at a distance a couple of hours ago, raised his coffee cup and simply said 'Hallelujah' to me.

Om baby... God bless us all .. we can handle whatever comes our way.

Heart of Mine

My Life. On Dad's birthday it is almost 7:00 AM in California.
I have not slept yet. There are repercussions to my lifestyle.. it's not a lifestyle it's a DisEase of a major magnitude.
From Ativan to Tylenol PM ... ER visit.... Psyche ER visit yukkk! Over the last few weeks. Building over the years.

This Heart of mine, may not last much longer.

Incredible love and help from my little healing community on every level. I can't take it home with me, I try -- all the inspiration,
the hugs the love. Last night cab driving I thought I had made it through the passage. Maybe it was the Rescue Remedy my Mom
recommended.. it cooled me out and my optimism gained strength through the night.

Let's talk.. I'm a mess. Major guilt complex. Dream big complete nothing. Run from love. Not good.

This blog is coming to an end. My voice if it survives will have to find another channel.

I described myself as a tough nut to someone last year what I meant by that was my shell.
That shell has to open up. Maybe it is time for God to take me back or maybe I will
find my way to be Guy Wheeler Meyer, Jr.

Our Predicament/My Predicament

The consensus on the street is we are screwed. The consensus in Washington more..more.. more wasting lives, wasting money, wasting our Time on Earth. No problem.

Just a few weeks ago at a bar I told this bright dude I was an optimist. He looked at me quizzically. I just believed that we had to go through the '___ hitting the fan' experience and that we would be able to reorganize ourselves after along better lines as we faced the pressures of real survival. He was still skeptical and I cited 4th quarter Joe Montana as well as our few million beautiful children who we love dearly as grounds for optimism and that without optimism we are passing on nothing for their survival and future happiness.

Personally I am barely able to cope and if I was to say this country is hanging on or will be hanging on by a slender thread shortly so am I right now. As my 'alternative medicine' man told me today. You are going to have to fight for survival. I bring up the personal not for sympathy.. (thoughts & prayers welcome though) I am not sure why maybe for historical reference. Can you die from Heart Failure? Of course figuratively and literally it happens all the time. I have to breathe optimism when that seems like it's just an empty lie then I will be dead, maybe your optimism will live on. It's not one man show though I have for some reason never quite figured out this joining together thing, I love people, I love a good time, I don't know, I just end up retreating and now there's not much room at the end of my limb.

Everything I write needs to matter. We need to see that our whole culture our whole society needs to reset. We are not a nation
of Bleep You me first cynical yuppies, boomers, gen x, y or z. We must stand together our businesses must enrich communities not screw them. Right now what goes on on Wall Street and the whole sick contraption of our economy is how to suck up the most money from the Herd on the bottom. That's us. Their wealth is our poverty. Am I whining? Couldn't I have done just about anything well and found a way too make a decent living? Heck I could have been rich! Would I be complaining then, maybe not. Hard to believe that this (My Life) is the way it was 'supposed' to be.

When the world's economy takes the big fall someday when the sum total of bullshit that our country has become is too strong then we will see. That we must feed each other. That the cynical the greedy will move off to the side, sluffed off like an
old clo.. like shedding a bad dream. America will rediscover who we really are and there will be courage and goodness surging through us like a well from the center of the Earth or from Heaven if you will. We still have grounds to be optimists. We always new it was going to be rough many of us never believed we had a chance and therefore it justified all kinds of cynical behaviour. We will survive. Optimism is a tool for survival that we must use. Even if it seems you are a fool.