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: : : I am nearly speechless... : : : my eyes desire to bleed salt : : : my throat swells : : : and silently, in an unspoken, everpresent voice, my heart moans : : : I am typing now to provide an outlet to all the messages I have just read. Please excuse me if it sounds like ramblings, they are being typed as they are being thought/felt... : : : I get to check the message board infrequently at best and send out an email here or there to try and keep in touch with everyone back in Tampa. Out of everyone I left in Tampa I miss my dad the most. After him, I miss my friends at refuge/crossover/lost and found/parallel universe. : : : Steve, I miss you. You are the best teacher/pastor I have ever known or had the pleasure to be lead/instructed/guided by. You have given time, money, blood, sweat, & tears, your shirt, home, heart, forgivness, compassion, & trust, your hand, skills, intelligence, music, & food, you have revealed your past to help us, given us your present to guide us, and promised us your future when most wouldn't and more. You have given all you are to anyone and everyone. I have seen this over and over in all of the years I have known you. : : : I was sad to have had to leave, but I thought it was for good. I am grieved to know that a place I believed was home is gone. I am saddened because I know my friends are there hurting and I can not be there. : : : I knew what we had was very, very special and very unique. I didn't fully comprehend this until I moved away. Now I am here on the edge of the panhandle. I look for anything even remotely similar to the openness, acceptance, and excellent teaching that I grew accustomed to. I find it is truly a rare commodity and not easily found or readily available. I wonder how many really understood what we had... : : : and what they would do to get it back : : : The running joke before I left was that I would only be gone for 6 months before I came back. That *was* funny. When I moved up here things were good. Slowly they have begun to deteriorate. The funny part is that if I decided to move back to Tampa I wouldn't be able to do it until about the end of March. (roughly 6 months) In the last week as I was figuring this out, I thought to myself that it would be really nice to go to Parallel Universe again. Be with everyone, sing, listen to Steve, hear people's poems, see their artwork. Most of all I wanted to be more a part of everyone, instead of the loner that I have been. : : : Where is everyone now? Are we still a family? Are we still even friends? : : : Families fight, friends fight, feelings get bruised/hurt/crushed. These things are a given in life. They will happen. What matters most is what do we do afterwards. Do we forgive the others we are mad at? Do we forgive the others who hurt us? Do we forgive ourselves? : : : I'm done. : : : I just want to end the venting with this : : : I really miss you all : : : You will be individually and collectively in my thoughts and prayers : : : with Love : : : John : : : : well yeah i am sure that those who took it for granted sure as hell aint doin it now..ultimately GOD is in control.. : : he will work it all out.. : : this week i am gonna link up with marcos..and pray..for everyone from pu..yeah.. : : so people are still linkin up in some form or another..the enemy has tried to keep us apart and if not apart then at each others throats..i think in the end people will open their eyes and do what they had been needin to do for a hot minute..and thats love on the brethren. : : The "some people" who are still "linkin up" are doing so at the infamous Rev. Meigs' house at 3:30 on Sunday. The Gospel of Mark study begun a month ago will continue.

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