Love and Rockets
Recent events in my local community and also at the international level have created such an immense outpouring of brotherly love that my heart is inspired to write yet another love blog. Love is all that I have been writing about lately. Why do we call our home Earth when it could more appropriately be named Planet Love? Everywhere I turn I see love and rockets exploding all across this crazy little Planet of Love.
If you are creating a comic book, a rock song, or a blog, then you must create something over the top with lots of craziness to get any attention in today’s fast paced world.
Anything Worth Doing Is Worth Over-Doing
Police, Deep Purple, Rainbow Engineer Nick Blagona Dead at 74 | Guitarist Michael Lee Jackson paid tribute to Blagona in a blog post, writing that “Nick often said to me in the studio that if ‘something is worth doing, it’s worth over-doing,’ a philosophy of his much more nuanced than you could imagine. … But when it came to his own approach to living, that philosophy was certainly dominant, and, as I recently said to Nick, he used his chips up better than anyone I know.”
It is important to love and forgive everyone because that is what God does in regard to us. God forgives us when we forgive others. Therefore a lot of my love and forgiveness is done purely in my own self-interest. I know from direct experience that by humbly loving and forgiving everyone in my meditations it helps me to connect with the Spirit world. Only in the past eight years have I been able to get in touch with my own love. It took years of sobriety and it took being loved by someone before I could learn to love. Much of my recovery from alcoholism was about recovering my love frozen deep inside of me.
Mother Love Malfunction
My mom and dad didn’t get much love from their own parents and so they didn’t have a lot of love to give or teach. Growing up was rather traumatic for me. You can see the fear and loneliness in my siblings and I in our childhood photographs. I look shell-shocked in most of my childhood photos. That is why I no longer have any of my photographs. My photos were all lost due to the transient nature of my life for the past sixteen years. Because of my life of constant trauma I had to make a well-informed decision to jettison my useless baggage. I could barely keep a roof over my head and therefore I could no longer afford to pay for storage of family heirlooms. It was worth losing everything material because I gained everything spiritual.