Lord of the Rings: The Hobbit (chapter 1)

 “…it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort..” “…they never had any adventures or did anything unexpected.”

We live as hobbits. We prefer to stay in our ‘comfort-zones’ or “hobbit-holes,” never wanting nor partaking in adventures. But sometimes, great adventures come along, for which we are created.

“’Goodmorning!’ he said at last. ‘We don’t want any adventures here, thank you!’”

"Now you mean that you want to get rid of me, and that it won't be good till I move off."

"Not at all, not at all, my dear sir! Let me see, I don't think I know your name?"

"Yes, yes, my dear sir-and I do know your name, Mr. Bilbo Baggins. And you do know my name, though you don't remember that I belong to it. I am Gandolf, and Gandolf means me! To think that i should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!"

We often refuse adventures, even when God has planned them for us. At most times, we don't realize that we are saying 'no,' or "good-morning!" to God, because we don't recognize Him when He asks us to live an adventure. He knows us of each by name, but we don't recognize Him.

"'...Indeed for your old grandfather Took's sake, and for the sake of poor Belladonna, I will give you what you asked for.'"

-"'I beg your pardon, I haven't asked for anything!'"

"'Yes, you have! Twice now. My pardon. I give it to you. In fact I will go so far as to send you on this adventure. Very amusing for me, very good for you, and profitable, too, very likely, if you ever get over it'."

-"'Sorry! I don't want any adventures, thank you. Not today. Good Morning! But please come by to tea - anytime you like! Why not tomorrow? Come tomorrow! Good-bye!' With that the hobbit turned and scuttled inside his round green door, and shut it as quickly as he dared, not to seem rude. Wizards after all are wizards."

When God asks us to live an adventure, go down a scary path, or suffer, we often slam the door in His face saying, "Sorry! I don't want any adventures, thank you."

"Gandalf in the meantime was still standing outside the door, and laughing long but quietly. After a while he stepped up, and with the spike on his staff scratched a queer sign on the hobbit's beautiful green door. Then he strode away, just about the time Bilbo was finishing his second cake and beginning to think that he had escaped adventures very well."

When we refuse God's plan, or think we know better, I am sure He sometimes has to chuckle at us. After all, we humans, who only have a view of our present surroundings, think we know more of the world than the One Who can see the entire world and universe all at once. And we humans whose perspective of time is limited to the present and some past, both which our knowledge of is incomplete and often misunderstood or plain wrong, think we know what is best over the One whom knows the past, present, and future all in their fullest and complete truth. But we are stubborn people, and slam the door on God when He proposes His plan for us. We tell God when and where to come into our lives, only wanting and asking Him to interfere with our lives to 'make' them more pleasant, such as "tea-time" for Mr. Baggins.

"The next day he had almost forgotten about Gandolf...Just before tea time there came a tremendous ring on the front-door bell, and then he remembered! He rushed and put on the kettle, and put out another cup... 'I'm so sorry to keep you waiting!' he was going to say, when he saw that it was not Gandolf at all. It was a dwarf with a blue beard tucked into a golden belt....They had not been at the table very long...when there came an even louder ring at the bell...But it was not Gandolf. Instead there was a very old-looking dwarf..." [dwarves continue to arrive at the door, until a total of thirteen dwarves, as well as Gandolf, have unexpectedly gathered at the home of the hospitable hobbit...whom is becoming quite flustered.]

"He liked visitors, but he liked to know them before they arrived, and he preferred to ask them himself. He had a horrible thought that the cakes might run short, and then he - as the host: he knew his duty and stuck to it however painful - he might have to go without."

"...By the time he had got all the bottles and dishes and knives and forks and glasses and plates and spoons and things piled up on big trays, he was getting very hot, and red in the face, and annoyed."

The dwarves are setting out on their adventure to find and reclaim their once-stolen treasures and gold. Mr. Baggins is to accompany them on their adventure- rather- his adventure, which Gandolf has had planned for him. God sends others into our lives. who we do not expect, or we may find a bit rude, but we must welcome them in, for they may be of great help, and play a great role in our own adventure...even if they eat our cakes and drink our tea leaving us only with dishes...

"Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold."

The Mere Image|əɓɒɯι

The mirror lies. When we look in a mirror, it is for the purpose of judging ourselves…of being critically judgmental on ourselves. That…person…staring back…is the mirror disguising itself as you. She speaks, and your eyes listen. She deceives you, toys with your mind, convincing you to want to please her, sending you away disappointed, guiding you through harm, making empty promises that it will make you ‘happy’, when it only causes more pain. The mirror splits you from your body- Your mind on one side; your body on the other. The body speaks with her image, compelling your mind to believe her. You must realize that the reflection, the image, the one lying to you- is the one with no mind. You have the side with the mind, and more importantly, your soul, is on your side. But she lies, defining you, and making you believe that she can define you. But she does not. Your soul does, but the image on the other side of the glass, drowns out the voice of your soul. Her name is Vanity. You are at war. She has no mind, yet plays with yours. Vanity is the one you want dead, but she manipulates your mind into thinking that you are vanity, after all, she tries to define you as herself. She is a mindless, soulless, yet powerful, image. She is evil. Look around. Think of everyone around you. Take a step back, and notice how many are controlled by her powers. We literately kill ourselves to please her…starving ourselves, hurting ourselves, turning ourselves into objects for others to observe. Yes, that is it- Vanity is jealous. She is jealous of our minds and spirits. Her aim is to transform ourselves into her- a mere object to be judged, scrutinized, and emptied of mind and soul. She achieves this with lies, the language of her family, with help from her father, Pride, and her siblings, Envy, Wrath, Greed, and Lust. She hurts us all with what she has to say, while occasionally pleasing us with a false satisfaction. She convinces us all that she is the definition of us, and that we must focus on her to obtain ‘happiness’. She even uses each of us, against each other, whispering to our eyes to be judgmental of each other…just like her. We have all fallen for her lies and empty promises of ‘happiness’…but when we do follow what she promises, trying to please her, and hurting ourselves to death, mentally, physically, and spiritually…are we ever truly ‘happy’? …True happiness lies within God, and humility. But that is for another post…

Basically, what I’m trying to say is, we need to kill Vanity, and not let her kill us. Or at least take control. Like I said, she is a mindless, soulless image. You and I…we have not only a real body, but minds and souls as well. We have what she wants. We stand on the same side of the glass. Together, we can destroy her, the mere image.

Paralyzed Friends

Sometimes there are those stories or scripture which we hear often, and have known for so long, but then we realize we have only taken the story a surface level, and have missed a huge, deeper point. I felt that today at Church. Today's Gospel was Mark 2:1-12, the story of the paralytic man lowered by his friends through the roof of the over-crowded place where Jesus was preaching. Well, I personally have, for a long time, known this story, and still imagine the little cartoon, four-fingered characters from my first Bible. But I, as well as many others, have always focused on just the miraculous healing on the paralytic by Jesus. Don't get me wrong, Jesus's healing is, as always, an amazing thing, but the priest today brought attention to some other characters. Not Jesus, nor the paralytic- but the friends. The friends went through all the planning and struggles to carry their paralytic friend to the place where Jesus preached. Upon discovering the room to be overflowing with people, they went through the efforts of hoisting the paralytic and his stretcher onto the roof. Nothing would get in their way of bringing their ill friend to Jesus. Once on the roof, they somehow maneuvered the stretcher through the roof, and into the presence of Jesus. That is a lot of effort, work, dedication, and sacrifice, to bring their friend to Jesus. Why did they do it? Because they loved their friend, and they wanted healing for him.

We all have paralyzed friends. Maybe we have a friend paralyzed in an addiction, or even just paralyzed in the mind and will, not moving towards Jesus. We must be those friends, who will go through whatever means, to bring our paralyzed friend to Jesus. It is not easy to move a paralytic. There are many obstacles which are often discouraging. But we must go through the effort, work, dedication, and sacrifices, to carry our friend, to the One who will free him of the sin which paralyzes his soul.
That is true friendship.

My Tissue (Mount Tissue Comments)

My Tissue

2/13/11

I really don’t care for this poem- poetically, but it’s the idea and inspiration I had while being upset. So, my whole thought was, that when you are upset, you have this feeling inside of you. Then you let it out by crying…but you still have that pain from those tears, even though they help console you…they don’t always do the greatest job. Then you have the white tissue. The tissue is white, soft, clean, un-creased except for that perfect crease down the middle. Right when you use that to wipe away your tears, and ‘wipe away your pain’, it becomes dirty, wet, gross (may have a little snot in there? Lol) wrinkled…rolled up in a little ball, and thrown into the trash can. You continually do this until all your tears and sadness is all soaked up and in these little tissue balls. You transfer your ugly sadness into this ‘perfect’ tissue, which then carries the tears and pain. The mountain idea of the poem was more to express how much sometimes we must use them until we feel healed, and how they pile up in the trash. Jesus is our tissue. He wipes away our tears and pain, over and over again. Am I saying we should blow our nose in Jesus? No, we shouldn’t. But we do. That anger or sadness sometimes comes from others too, and it isn’t pretty, but Jesus takes it all away from us. Sadness or anger almost always is the feeling we have caused by some sin. Whether it be our own, or someone else’s, it is still sin, and still ugly. But Jesus, pure and creaseless, soaks up all that pain and blood of ours. He loses that beauty when we scourge Him, and then toss Him into the trash, or nail Him to a cross. But this is just the consequences of the sin, anger, sadness, and pain, and our Savior accepts the pain and penalty to heal us. It is another reason which makes our Savior so wondrous. No, “wondrous” doesn’t even begin to cut it… “Magnificent”, “Divine”, “Exalted”, “Glorious”…no, not a single earthly word can describe Him. But we can try- Love. He truly IS love. Allowing us to use Him as a tissue, to wipe away our tears, soak up our blood, and take away our pain and imperfections from us. Our Tissue.

Mount Tissue

2/13/11

A mountain it growing in my trash can.

Made of tissues and tears.

Why aren’t they happy with how I am?

They don’t even notice any of my fears.

All my anger, all my sorrow,

From yesterday and today,

And maybe even more tomorrow.

My eyes overflowing,

Alone here in my room,

No one else even knowing.

How dark is my gloom.

The tears take away some of the pain,

And everything I’m going through,

Though my heart’s stain,

Isn’t scrubbed off by the tissue.

It starts off so pure and white,

So smooth and creaseless,

Until I freshen my sight,

It then becomes a mess.

With all the other sadness,

It’s tossed into the can,

Along with all the rest,

Piling to a mountain.

Windows of Parallel Existence

Mirrors never cease to fascinate me. Then can be looked at with so many different views, and be observed from countless amounts of angles. Now, as I look not at the mirror, but into the mirror, I begin to play with some thoughts- Perhaps Mirrors are not merely reflections of light, but windows to [the] Parallel Universe[s], or a Parallel Existence. Perhaps they reflect and contain more than just the light and absence of light in this world, but sounds…life…and thoughts. How could a separate life, in a separate existence, hold the same thoughts as I? While I look in the mirror, I am thinking thoughts of what my parallel self is thinking- Which in turn must mean my parallel self, since she is a reflection, is reflecting those thoughts back…thinking what I am thinking…which results in an infinite circle of thoughts. In a practical way (no, never mind. “Practicality” is simply being dropped at the moment)- the different angle you look through the mirror, the more of the parallel universe you see- just as a window. In those regards, it is simply geometry of angles of what your eye observes. No, I am not done playing yet. I have another toy thought. We are the reflection…well, wait- no…that would be impossible, because if we are the reflection -the parallel reflected existence- then the world through that window has discovered the same thought, in the same instance, as well; which gives us back the ‘title’ of ‘true universe’ which would instantaneously reflect back, canceling each other out…resulting in another never ending circle. This leaves that neither reality is nor isn’t, a reflection nor ‘single existing’ reality- thus only leads back to the ‘parallelness’ of the realities.  But, do all mirrors reveal the same dimension of existence? That would mean there are only two of these universes…which does not agree with itself. If a mirror is facing another mirror, or in our case of terms a ‘reflecting parallel reality’ faces another ‘reflecting parallel reality’ they would reflect each other’s reflected parallel realities…revealing the infinite amount of parallel realities! This wholly agrees with the Golden Ratio, Fibonacci sequence, or perhaps best represented by the Golden Spiral, since for the result of boundless reflections within reflections, the gap between inter-reflections must be ‘measured’ to the golden ratio to become immeasurable…maybe this is why the mirror seems to ‘spiral’ when placed at this angle! (*sigh* I know I am not going to sleep tonight until I go into the bathroom and attempt to test this idea out) …okay you no longer have to suspend reality, and you can go back to looking at mirrors…because all this thinking about ‘parallel universe’ has me dropping the mirrors, and jumping to ‘parallel time’…

                I am sure (okay, I’m positive) that most of anyone who reads a clip of my thoughts is going to instantly confirm their long-time suspicion that- I indeed am crazy. Okay, so let’s completely
de-romanticize” this (and when I say I’m a ‘romantic’ I do not mean I am “in love with someone” or expect to live out the fairy tales and princess stories. I mean I am a ‘romanticist’, I think within romanticism: “A movement in literature and the fine arts, beginning in the early nineteenth century, that stressed personal emotion, free play of the imagination, and freedom from rules of form")
[Okay, I took so long to explain romanticism, that you should probably start back from the beginning of this short paragraph and skip the parenthesis {lol I don’t feel like re-typing it}] and understand how mirrors reflect light, and where the beams meet determines what your eyes see [okay there is obviously so much more behind it, but I’m leaving it at that]. ‘Parallel Universe[s]’ have actually been a big topic in quantum physics…since to be very simple, quantum physics seems to study so much about the science of infinity, and going beyond beyond our world and comprehension…worlds where an atom is relatively enormous…or where our earth is relatively a particle. When I think/discuss/write my views and thoughts on this literately unceasing topic, whether it be in terms of space, time, existence…the point of the ideas are not necessarily solely about their particular never-ending, limitless amount, nature- But how whether or not there is simultaneous universes and times, and since we are indeed surrounded by infiniteness, there must, with absolutely no question, have to be an infinitely perfect existing Creator, above all the ubiquity, Who created all ubiquity, and Who is ubiquity.

[9/29/11]

I HAVE A BLOG!!

So many of you know how long this has been on my wish list. Well, certain requirements were met, and here I am =D. I plan to have a variety of serious, funny, spiritual, interesting, random...posts and topics. I hope it will be interestingspiring, and that God uses me...well...however He wants to.

My name- TʁaɳsғѻʁшɛÐ➟ЯΞΒΞⅬ -has to do with rebelling the ways of the world.

"And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect." ~Romans 12:2

I refuse to be conformed, but to be transformed by God, and to rebel sin and the immorality of the world.

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so- here we go ➟