Sunday, April 12, 2009

6-25-05

Mama,

"As I dream dreams I’ve never seen, help me remember them in the morning." This is what I asked for before I went to sleep last night, before I prayed for all of you out there. That little saying made me get up and write it down. I thought I would share it with you.

I’m watching the thing on TNT called “into the west” its about Indians and settlers. The one white guy is married to this Indian girl. His name is Jacob. I like to hear my name being said by a beautiful woman. :) Now the white guy, Jacob his cousin is married to an Indian guy. It’s all leading up to the inevitable end which takes away the suspense. :)

I will say extra prayers that concentrate soon you. I am so very confident in your path. Right now believe me, it is your way. Destiny will happen , fate will take place you will be where you want to be.

I don’t know how many times you have questioned things. But doubt is not part of your personality. Recognize foreign thoughts. You have the power to separate the negative and distinguish them from your own. Faith is all I have to offer, faith keeps me going. I get my faith from you. It is time I send it back to you. I will take your hope and return faith. Don’t you see, you are where you need to be. Don’t be disappointed by not getting too many sign ups. You have always gotten clients by word of mouth. Your program will sell its self but in time, it’s own time, the right time. It will happen – Jesse will see it so. I want you to tell the universe all that you envision. Say it loud – repeat it five times – do it daily – it will happen. Already imagine yourself in the position you want to see yourself in. The position you want to be in. Act the way you would act if you were where you wanted to be. Would you act any different? If you ask me the only difference I would see in you would be more confidences. The kicker is that is already there. Because eventually you will be that person - the wonderful, intelligent, insightful, beautiful, loving and confident you. Complete and whole, helping mankind fulfill a purpose no one else could do. I believe in you and so does the universe.

I’m sorry about my last letter; it wasn’t my best moment. I’m just so fed up with labels and prejudice. I am surrounded by negative on a daily basis. It gets to me sometimes. It is hard to smile and converse with these people in orange sometimes. Acceptance comes in strange forms, behind these walls. I never fit a certain category before, so common ground is almost unheard of, yet it comes. I remain who I am. No more wondering who I am. What I am about I know is what makes me stronger.

I am ready for anything now. I am prepared to handle obstacles in an appropriate manner. This confidence was instilled in me by you. I can’t wait for freedom- yet accept my situation with understanding.

I still miss you though. :) Patience for my family, patience for the world. I’m waiting for my inevitable success to make those who come before me proud.

I entered into this poetry contest. I just sent it out. We’ll see what happens. I’m getting sleepy though. I’ll write some more tomorrow. I love you.

They told me that they already got the money for the wood. – Thanks. This means there will be wood this weekend. I’m debating on a fast. I want to do it to help me. It messes me up though. I’ll probably start this weekend and do four days to regenerate my positivism. I feel drained.

I’m still waiting on my radio headphones and a shirt. It’s taking forever though. I need some music to take me away. :) I’ll just close my eyes and be content. I’m sending another order form for music. Can you ask Mitch to hook me up?

How is everything going with him? Is he liking his job? I am glad you have someone up here with you besides Chopper. :) It’s nice to know that you are not alone. He must be loving the weather up there. Last night at 10:00 pm, it was still 101degrees. Outside it got up to around 118 degrees around noon; it is hot! They still have the swamp cooler on non-stop. You remember how it was at the old house when it got that hot? Sticky, muggy and nasty! I would love some A.C. right now. :)When you go to chow hall, it hits you like cold water –AHHH nice!

I’ve been saying my prayers for you. I am asking for some students for you to teach. I hope it works. I hate hearing about bad news. Oh okay, I got your pictures! :) Yeah! How beautiful it was! All of those pictures made me feel cooler – almost chilly. When ever I get hot, I just look at them and relax. Those trees are huge! I like the one with you inside the tree trunk.:) I also like the one with Mitch and the cat. That coast line was pretty with the black sand. I like them. Thank you. I can’t wait to go places. I hope you had fun before your return to reality. I’m sure you did. I love you.

So I have all of these half written letters that I need to finish. I’m trying to get them done, but I keep getting side-tracked. So, I’ve forgotten about T.V. and I am getting them done. I’ve been complaining about mail and lack of it. Yet, a letter doesn’t get a response until it is written. So, off my bunk I am.

I miss you Mama and hope that you are smiling right now. I did a couple of drawings and am quite proud of them. I’m going to bring them out to the lodge this weekend. But after that I will send them to you and get your professional opinion. :)

Not a whole lot has been happening with me, so forgive my babble. Nothing besides the prison B.S.

I was tripping out when I read about the ring of Jesse’s. I made me smile at least someone is with Christifer. I miss that dude. I wish I could hang out with him and converse. I heard that Mickey’s son was done with Mickey at Mom and Papas. And that he was going tubing with Christifer and ended up meeting him there. How funny two relatives that have never met, getting together to do something. I guess Christifer told Mickey, “ I’ll be the guy with the yellow shirt on”. Mickey called Mom and Papa and told them that there were lots of guys with yellow shirts on. Mom and Papa said, “He would be the long haired Indian” :) I guess they were standing right by each other too. That makes me think that he has no one to hang out with though- which saddens me. Not only is he my brother, he is my best friend and I don’t think he knows that. Oh well, I guess I will see him again one of these days.

Well, I miss you Mama and I wish we could talk for a couple of hours. I’m really missing decent conversation. I’ll be sending out another letter this weekend. So you have more coming.

Don’t ever forget how much you mean to this forgotten soul. :) I love you and miss you. I’ll keep the prayers coming you way. I hope they do some good. I love you Mama.

Your loving son,
Charlie

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