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Calumet City

Snow covered the flat beachline like sand would in a less surreal place.
I rolled down the window and let the warm sea breeze fill my hair and wrap its familiar hands around my ears and neck. Blue sky and horizon were all I could see if I opened my eyes. I kept them closed and let the sunlight warm my eyelids.
It was dreamy and calming; like lying half awake on the beach on July 29 remembering nothing.

A green sign with off-white bolded lettering sped by on the highway, "Calumet City, population 231". I opened my eyes to see that we were the only ones on the road. I think the snow turned to sand. I am not sure if I saw the ground properly, it was all so bright and the sun held me in its arms and pointed me upwards like a mother holds her child. My head was out the window and I rolled my neck around to see the towering buildings that comprised the city. It was different then I expected. I felt like I was on an exploded, and abandoned, Brighton Beach in 1922. Large Ferris wheels replaced judicial buildings and carnival rides took the place of apartment complexes. It was a massive delapidated carnival. It reminded me of arriving in Primm, Nevada. This abandoned carnival rising out from the desert melted into the deserted beach around it. It was so different and so amazing, yet so delapidated and mundane at the same time. I wanted to take a picture, to capture the stillness.

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The sacred story

So recently I went away and a man came to me and said, "You have a sacred story..."

My time in life recently has been called sacred. Please God, keep this sacred and keep this in your own heart. My prayer needs to be one of sanctity, I need to pray for the sacredness of my life as I enter into what Father Stuart Ruch calls, "The holy of Holies".

...Wrapped its arms around me. ...It wrapped its arms around me. The warm sky wrapped its arms around me. The darkness wrapped its arms around me. The darkness descended deeper into the ground where stone-masons and iron are forged.
The depths where I am followed, the crackling sound of the heart beating. This is also the deep rythmic thumping of my heart keeping me alive. In this place, I am wrapped up by the sunlight and the darkness all at one time. It is hell and it is heaven. This is the sacredness of the inner self.
The iron beams of the mine shaft are like clouds. The grey stone walls are like the blue clouds. The impending blackness is like the sun. To be here is to descend and to ascend. I feel this readily as a tea which is overbrewed- wanting to drink, but driven away at each cup. The beauty, the glory- and the weight and sorrow.

"Gloria in Excelsis Deo"