Whole Again

I read "The Great Divorce," by C.S. Lewis. Why because I watch LOST and everything that is referenced in Lost has roots. Its all relevant. They are clues.

The great divorce is an allegorical piece about heaven and hell. In the story, the narrator moves from hell to heaven on a bus. Everyone who has chosen to board the bus from hell to heaven has a chance to stay in heaven IF they divorce themselves from the "god" they have allowed to rule their lives i.e. grief, guilt, addiction, etc.. Even though guided by beings who have already achieved great joy and realize the folly of their previous "gods," nearly everyone visiting from hell refuses to let go of his or her baggage and prefers to return to hell.

The book is at most a two hour read and the parallels are significant.

If Losties (characters stranded on the mysterious island on Lost) are indeed dead, their struggle is with themselves and the baggage they carry. Why would Kate want to return to a world where she is a criminal, Jack to a world of disappointment, Sawyer to the life of a conman? Yet, these characteristics are what they are fighting so hard to return to.

Some of those who died on the island, Charlie, Nikki, Eko, all released their baggage and have now gone on to paradise. They had their addictions/evil deeds and confessed in some form on the island. If, indeed, the Losties are in between until each makes a decision, that would explain why no new children are born of inhabitants of the island.

The whispers are those who have gone on to paradise. Abbadon (Satan), a bad guy character in Lost, sent in his hench-woman to tempt people back to hell and that is why John Locke killed her. That is also why he asks Hurley if anyone else was still there-more for him.

A memoire from a while back. Its changed and exaggerated at certain points to cover embarrasing truth, I confess. :) But I was reading it and I was very amused.

A few dollars in my pocket and my immediate bills paid for the next billing cycles, I had the pleasure of attending my brother’s engagement ceremony. It was an absolutely joyous occasion which brought a definite and evident happiness on my moms face. My brother was a step ahead. He was also hyper. A big teddy bear as his fiancé describes it. I personally was so glad that he found someone with such a great personality and understanding of the culture of both worlds. She is educated, and seems to bring out the best in everyone around her. Going to engagement was truly a wonderful experience. Getting there from the farthest point in the continental United States on short nothing was another. It was hard enough finding a good fare let alone seats. My new boss owned several travel agencies, and even he had managed to barely get me a seat. It took me a whole night of flying, along with a part of the morning to get from Seattle to Washington D.C. I changed three planes along the way, one of which was a tiny old Fokker, which made really fear for my tumultuous life. On the way back was worse. I had started out my day promptly at eight thirty in the morning. Taking the train to the airport, boarding a plane to Chicago and getting there earl at elevenish. Not too bad, I thought. My naiveness took over and I assumed smooth sailing from there. Little did I know, my connection was going to be late…and I wouldn’t set foot out of the airport until after ten thirty in the night. Almost eleven and a half hours later. Of course my acquaintances in Chicago were not available, so I gave up hoping to meet with them for a few hours.

My cell phone charger was lodged neatly in the middle of my jacked and sweats, in the bag that I had checked that morning. I turned off my phone, and began a hunt to find an electrical socket in the airport. Funny thing about airports that’s really not very funny. Besides the fact that terminals lack enough electrical sockets in terminals, and given the amount of electric gadgets in use today, the ones that do exist are in the extra ordinary of places. Secretly tucked in behind pillars near garbage cans, in the middle of busy aisles, one the side of information monitors and my favorite place…at the front bottom of the check-in counter at the gate! They had a few that were placed within a proper seating area, but what good is an electrical outlet without electricity, or better yet…and hole in the ground.

I used to love flying. It was an absolute fairy tale experience. I would dream about the moment we were in the air. I loved the smell, and the look of it all at the airport. The stores looked so sophisticated, the food seemed so much better as well as the people, who were way more nicer then in life outside the airport. I always looked forward to riding the escalator or the electronic walkway. It was fascinating. All of it. My views have remained the same except for a few things. I am now older, but have to worry about things other then just waiting from a directional nudge from my dad or my mom to tell me what to do. I have to worry about finding food, making sure I don’t miss my flight and finding a way to get a window seat at all costs.

This blog is largely defunct. I have gone mad, and my mind has cease to function like it is supposed to. I feel alive, but in an ordinary sort of way.