I’ve Always Been Crazy!

Lisa Wrote: Do you remember Uncle Joe saying, I’ve been crazy all my life but its kept me from going insane!!

Love this song!!

Geo Dec 14th 2009 04:11 pm Geo, Truth 22 Comments Trackback URI Comments RSS

22 Responses to “I’ve Always Been Crazy!”

  1. M@on 14 Dec 2009 at 11:53 pm link comment

    I can personally validate that as true. When we release our craziness it prevents the development of insanity. Express your lunacy and be free!

  2. Lisa Perryon 15 Dec 2009 at 8:00 am link comment

    Amen!! Thanks Geo for posting this. I love it!!

  3. Dougon 15 Dec 2009 at 12:10 pm link comment

    As we ponder, contemplate, reflex, and consider the perfect love of God it is easier if your a bit crazy!
    love always

  4. Dougon 15 Dec 2009 at 7:13 pm link comment

    I sit alone this evening listening to music, with no real thoughts in my mind or purpose in my heart. When Mc came to me asking me to take a walk with him, he said he had something to show me. I told him it was cold wet and dreary out there and I was comfortable where I was, but he persisted and I finally agreed.
    We walked over the hill and down muddy trails. We walked past the old barns, and down to the pond. We traveled by the brook and through the woods. We climbed over logs and fences and walked through harvested field of beans and corn till we finally came home.
    As I unlaced my muddy boots and removed my damp coat, I look at that cat and said, “Are you crazy, you said you had something to show me, and all I have to show for it is muddy shoes and cold feet”!
    With that little white nose he looked up to me and said “Master you did not see the beautiful red Cardinal posed on a twig for your eyes to feel its beauty?” “You did not hear the covey of quail dancing in the grass feeding on the seed of life, or the rabbits eating the sweet grass of your world?” “As we walked in the woods you did not hear the rustle of fallen leaves whispering the truth of renewed life in the spring to come, or as we traveled by the brook where you deaf to the sweet babble of everlasting life?” My master,” As we walked through the fields you didn’t feel the mothers love for her fawn as they grazed on the corn?” “Oh master, when we stepped over the logs, you did not feel my bravery knowing YOU were with me as the red eyes of the coyote watched me in the shadows?”
    With those sweet words he walked somber over to the fireplace, and curled into a ball. With tears flowing from eyes seeing the truth of a new world, I began to lace my boots, and softly ask my pretty little cat, “Can we take another walk, MC?” With tender beauty, and the purity of his heart. He slowly raised his head, with puffy lips and a little white nose, and said, “Are you freaking CRAZY MASTER, ITS COLD OUT THERE!”

    I love that Dam crazy cat

  5. Dougon 15 Dec 2009 at 8:22 pm link comment

    How do you renew your mind? How do you transform it? What dose it take to feel the peace joy and love of JESUS. The intellectual mind will recite the ten commandments, and quote a thousand scriptures they dont understand, the intellectual mind will offer examples of those less perfect then them, and point to the heaven above that they will assure you they know, as they tell you of the fiery hell your heading for. The intellectual mind will offer you peace if you trust them, and assure you of guilt and fear if you dont.
    So where dose a dumb ass like me go if i dont have an intellectual mind, and dont trust those that do. Can i find the love of God as i travel my path alone?
    A dumb ass like me goes to the same place those intellectuals goes the bible, but i hear it with the love of a god that is redeeming gracious and unconditional, but you say Doug didn’t you walk forty years without hearing a word from him. How do you hear him now?
    I allowed the only place that has ears for him to listen, and me to hear, my spirit. Some will call it the inner man, some will say its your heart, but it is the third trinity of GOD THE holly spirit that you were born with and will live or die with.
    The knowledge of that truth is dotted all through the bible, that others will send you to hell with, the truth of that wisdom is in your next walk with MC.

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

    LOVE YOU

  6. Dougon 15 Dec 2009 at 8:32 pm link comment

    MC says: Its better to lay hungry a thousand nights, then to lap the sweet taste of milk from a coyotes breast once.

    I wanta love him but its hard..
    Dam cat

  7. Dougon 15 Dec 2009 at 9:02 pm link comment

    The luring tides of your beachs, in endless heatbeats of your surf, treading in oceans of confusion. Suffocating, drowning in stormy waters pounded in waves of endless seas, begging for the azure skys of your love, warmed in the leaf of a dove.
    love Doug

  8. Dougon 15 Dec 2009 at 10:00 pm link comment

    mc says: The darkness of your night is felt by the stars and moon of your mind but saved by the paws of your heart.
    catdam stupid cat.. can u give em to countries with cat eating religions
    dAM cAT

  9. Dougon 15 Dec 2009 at 11:49 pm link comment

    shivering truth of the fears of tomorrow,
    whimpering men in the whine of there sorrow,
    beautiful strength in there eyes of tears
    shivering truth in there lonely fears.

    wanting hearts in needed cries unending,
    moons and stars, and sons unbending.
    wretched hearts torn and riped into confusion,
    wanting in the garbage of illusion.

    I dont care if you like it bony legs.. i do

    love Doug

  10. Dougon 16 Dec 2009 at 12:31 am link comment

    My last thought tonight will be for all those that are scared shitless to be like me, The ones that say i like alot of wat he says, but holly crap i dont wanta go to hell.
    You think your better then me? You think your God thinks your better then me? You are thinkin youll hold his hand when you die, and i think im holding it now. Do you think you know Gods love more then me, or that you will be more righteous in your deeds, and that God gives a shit.
    God dont give a God damm about what your mind thinks, or about the games you play in it, he only feels the truth in your spirit.

    love always

  11. Dougon 16 Dec 2009 at 12:35 am link comment

    Audrey wont dance with you like i will, but i figure what do i have to lose.

  12. Dougon 16 Dec 2009 at 12:49 am link comment

    I know, my bro cant be here, and i know Bruce Steve and Geo are hanging out there if i needem, and my bg MINDY HAS HER ARMS AROUND ME, and i will dance till the sun drys my eyes…

  13. Dougon 16 Dec 2009 at 1:34 am link comment

    my really last thought will be on Christmas, and the truth of the birth of christ. I mean come on, in today’s world what would we call him, he was born without a father by a mother who said holly crap how did that happen, humm , dose Bastard come to mind?
    How righteous are we every day in our lives to think that because we got a mother and a father that we are special in some way? The slang for a bastard is a despicable, useless , dislike able, vicious, being.
    We tend to forget as we call others a bastards that our savior had a mother and a father just like every one of us, and his dad was a bigger bad ass then any of us, so be carefull next time u use that word.

    merry Christmas

  14. Dougon 16 Dec 2009 at 1:56 am link comment

    MC SAYS: I have wrestled Willey mices, ive dodged vicious coyotes, i have climbed trees beyond a dogs bit, i have laid in the lap of love, and i still only trust my heart.

    omg that cat could confuse the pope..
    dAM CAT

  15. Dougon 16 Dec 2009 at 1:57 am link comment

    fUCK THAT CAT
    Goodight friends

  16. Dougon 16 Dec 2009 at 6:38 pm link comment

    I had a sweet cousin of mine who is struggling with her own pain tell me that tears are how we wash away the pain. She told me how she cries for no reason, and they cant be controlled. A PAIN I KNOW SO WELL.
    I haven’t cried in a while. I have told my BGs, and those here that i wouldn’t insult the ones i cry for with my tears. I said i would no longer be part of there pain, and i would only be part of them feeling the lives of the ones they miss, but as i sit here tonight my glasses are stained with my tears, my shoulders wont stop shaking , and my heart is bleeding as i slobber in uncontrolled pain, my heart wants me to dance, but my mind wont let me.. if tears can wash away the pain then my shirt is soaked in pain.
    Doug

  17. Dougon 16 Dec 2009 at 8:43 pm link comment

    Ive told you guys over and over that i dont understand woman. I LOVE them but you baffle me. Your beauty soars above all that man can imagine, or understand, and your hearts are blessed from birth with a knowledge that a man can spend a lifetime trying to feel.
    I had dried my eyes hours ago, and as my little baby walked in the door i greeted her with a “how was your day”, and with a one look she said whats wrong with you, and i said i dont know i spent about an hour crying for no reason i understand, and she said (with a 40 caliber gun on her hip) are you going to need a little special therapy tonight, and i said, this mind is strong enough to survive whatever is going on, but i thought as long as you are here. She stripped off that uniform and showed up a few minutes later with some stupid halloween hat, and said with that country girl smile i fell in love with, you wanna talk.
    I may be wrong about this, but God didn’t send his boy to us from the eye of a lizard, he didn’t yank the toe nail from a prophet, or tare the rib out of a disciple, he brought the baby JESUS to use from the womb of a woman, and i think just like every mother has a special closeness to there children, every woman has a special closeness to God.

    Im still crazy after all these years, but my eyes are dry….and im lovin the woman of my life.
    love always Doug

  18. Dougon 16 Dec 2009 at 9:00 pm link comment

    Mc says: Its better to end your day hungary with pollen in your ears from the wildflowers you slept in, then thorns in your ears from the briars you chased vile varmint’s in.
    I need an encyclopedia for crazy cats
    Dam cat

  19. Dougon 16 Dec 2009 at 9:50 pm link comment

    mc is laying over in the corner, licking his paws , glancing up at me every once in a while, thinking I’m to tired to give the last word, and he is close to right, but God said I’m his ruler, and by God i will be.

    You must wonder sometimes how i can make fun of all religions, how i can use the lords name in vein, and disrespect any bible written, and still say that i love my God. You must wonder sometimes what would i want to do that for. You must ask yourself am i in fear of GOD punishing me for the way i am?
    I can tell you i am not in fear of god punishing me, and the reason i am the way i am, is because I’m not all that concerned about the ones that feel they know god and are going to heaven because i already know that also, its the ones that think there unworthy that ill say God damit you are, its the ones that feel lost , that i will say fuck all that you have ever believed, and know your not, and i know that God dont care how many bibles i burn or how many time i use his name in any manner to let one of his children feel his love. What you can know is that when i feel him i am humbled on my knees, and touched by his every word i can feel.
    He dont care how much shit i spread, as long as one seed of his love is grown in the heart of one of his children.
    So next time i offend you, ask yourself are you better then me, cause me and God dont think so.

    love always

  20. Dougon 16 Dec 2009 at 10:16 pm link comment

    MC IS BEGGING FOR THE LAST WORD..I’m so tired, but i love him.
    As i watched my Master whimper with uncontrolled tears i sat helpless to console him, i am only a cat, i dont have tears. I can offer my purr, i can warm his lap, but at the end of the night we will both sleep in sadness till he feels his heart again.

    i love my beautiful , MC

  21. Dougon 16 Dec 2009 at 10:34 pm link comment

    MC is somewhat of a romantic, but he is ruled by a man that dances in the truth, and by a man that will have the last word that was touched by a heart long before mine…
    “It is well, with my soul”
    goodnight friends

  22. Dougon 17 Dec 2009 at 5:45 pm link comment

    My daughter called the other night in somewhat of a panic, it seems there was a great battle taking place at her home between her and Rootbeer (my precious grandson). Rootbeer had decide that he wanted to drink out of the pitcher of juice instead of a sippy cup. He had escalated his demands into a full blown tantrum, he cries and screams went on and on, my daughter had tried everything from reasoning with him, trying to distract him to putting him in timeout as retreated to the garage and watched him from a cracked open door. She finally called her mom and in a defeated voice said “what do i do!” Her mother told her to continue doing what your doing, ignore his tantrum, and it will pass.
    My wife after hanging up with a smile on her face told me of the developing battle over the pitcher taking place between my exceptionally intelligent grandson, and my weakening daughter. With a big laugh i said i know how to handle this situation, and proceed to call my daughter with my all knowing wisdom.
    I told my daughter to explain to Andy why mommy dosent want him to drink out of the pitcher, then fill the pitcher with ice cubes and take him outside in the cold and let him drink from it, when he sis soaking wet and shivering gather him in your arms and give him a warm bath.
    My daughter chose to take grandmas advice, and thought of what mine would have taught him if she would have taken my advice. HE WOULD HAVE GOTTEN HIS WAY , AND WOULD HAVE FELT A FAILURE as he spilled the pitcher on himself, a lesson he will learn enough times on his own without grandpaw helping him to.
    You keep listening to your heart Sarah…. still kinda like my idea a little , lol.
    love pawpa

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