Anne's escape

Yesterday began as most days.  The sun rises, one hits the "ON" button on the coffee maker, I stagger around glancing out the windows... ah, it is going to be a lovely day... nah, rain, possibly wind...  then the I PAD.

Listen to the news from USA.  Drink possibly three cups of coffee.  I DO NOT DRINK OUT OF MUGS.  I like real CHINA that sings when it touches the saucer.  I know I am a really prissy old man!  However, bone china does enhance the flavor and over all flavor of food and drink.

Micheal's mother is 94 years old.  Suffers from full blown dementia.  We awaken her 'round 11 AM or Noon most days.  She is very kind and easy to care for.  I have written a blog about her 94th B day here in NZ, January 25, 2012.

I gave her a coffee with 2 sugars, cream and her morning mind you only 2 pills!   She enjoyed the coffee as I made her breakfast.  Scrambled eggs loaded with potatoes, tomatoes, and sharp Cheddar cheese, sliced fresh strawberries from my garden and sliced bananas.

Michael told me early in the morning he had to go to the Hardware store and purchase all sorts of items.
I said: NO PROBLEM!  Go, get out of this place and I will take care of your mother.  He drove out of the garage just as Anne was eating her breakfast.  I told her I was going down the stairs  and taking a shower while she ate her breakfast.  She assured me that she would be fine.  I had put the radio on a lovely classical station... everything was perfect.  I bounce down the stairs and get my shower going.

All is well, I have shaved, showerd, brushed and dried the body and hair.  Don my comfy pants, shirt and sandals...  I walk up stairs.

THERE IS NO ANNE IN HER CHAIR AT THE TABLE.  Her plate is clean.  Her coffee cup empty.
Once again her "place" is empty!

I did not panic.  I simply walked into the back yard garden and gently called her name.  Silence.  I ran down the stairs into her bedroom... SILENCE.   She was wearing a robin egg blue fluffy bath robe over her pale blue night gown and dark blue house slippers...  WHERE IN THE HELL IS SHE?

A beam of light shot across my mind.  She has been "translated"  she has literally escaped death by being "taken up" as it were!

That illusion evaporated faster than lightning.  The most dreadful thought flew into my mind:  MICHEAL WILL KILL ME!  He will strangle me and kill me!  He will go insane when he returns from the hardware store and cannot find his mother...

I began yelling her name...  NO RESPONSE.  I ran up and down the back yard.  The neighbors know us over many years...  I called them... they were searching.

I finally came to the horrible conclusion I MUST CALL THE POLICE.  Tell them there is a 94 year old woman out there somewhere and she looks like a very bad blue Easter egg.

My mind kept making a movie of all this drama.  I have a complex mind.  I could see skate boarders running into her and slamming her to the pavement.  She had possibly fallen and was in horrid pain laying in the middle of the street...  I thought of her knocking on doors asking if her parents were inside the persons house... the list is endless and not noteworthy of my telling all the details that shot through my mind's eye.

I have all the neighbors out searching and then OMG, that pale green Holden 4-Door turns into the street called Panorama Place and Micheal is in the car... his mouth is saying without words but the movements of the lips and inner mouth parts: "WHY IS MOTHER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET ON PANORAMA TERRACE??? WHAT IN F> IS GOING ON?"

I ran to the bottom of the street.  I could not believe my eyes.  This woman is protected by angels.

Philippe Berton, the owner of my favorite restaurant in QT was walking Anne up the street with the aid of a 6'5" young man~  I looked at Philippe and said:  HOW DID YOU FIND HER?.

He said he was driving down the street with his partner a lovely woman.  He told her, he recognized ANNE!  In the mean time a young man at 11 Panorama Terrace saw her and helped her...  She still has her choice for young virle men...

My life was crumbling before my eyes!  Our dear neighbor, Ann Gardner said:  "Now, Brent, you must make humor of all of this..."  Her mother suffered from the same disease.

We got Anne back into the house.  Put clothes on her... and put her to bed.  She slept like a log.  We awakened her for dinner because we had guests coming for a meal.

I pulled it off, but:
Someone tell me there are not forces, angels, guardians that watch over us?  This woman is pretty much blind.  Her hearing is gone...  she has full blown ostiopralishs... she walked in bed room slippers all the way down a very steep road...  she never, ever fell, she could see enough to know she was enjoying the the colors of autumn and the blue of her robe...  ENERGY=MASS...  Einstein was right...  MASS=ENERGY?  I do not know, I think I believe in quantum physics more and more...

Today I chilled out.  I cleaned, detailed the kitchen because of our departure date.  I did laundry.  It is still on the line drying...  I walked into the center.  Purchased food items etc.  I took a ECO FRIENDLY CAB home.  I KNOW religions have problems.  I am out of that dimension.  I KNOW that certain energies are forever with us and protect us from destroying out very own lives.  I believe in KARMA.

I have watched the stars and planets from Iceland, Greenland, New Zealand, Greece, Spain, Mexico, Wyoming, USA.  From the Gulf of Mexico... from every place possible and I still believe that life is forever eternal and numbers are useless and eternal, when defining a persons life.  Mathematics are music.  The art of Mathematics is truth.  I only know:  this old woman disappeared and re appeared because of some force in the universe and most of all I AM NOT DEAD BECAUSE I LOST HER!

Quick ending to this blog.

When I was a very little boy about 2  years old.  My mother tied me to a tree and the rope was tied to one one of the parts of my pants.  This was so I could not escape, but enjoy the shade and fun of the tree I was tied to.

Well, somehow, I decided to remove my pants.  Thus I removed the rope that bound me.  I wandered off.  My poor mother would have been around 22 years of age.  I simply set myself free!  My dear mother has dealt with that element of my desire to be free for all of my life.

Anne found out, she did not have to be bound any longer...  I understand her plight into the unknown.  I only hope my angels do not allow me to wander around one day in my bath robe and I hope I still can forgive and love~  growing old is not a gift!

Things happen only two things:  THE MIND GOES OR THE BODY GOES... THE BODY GOES AND THE MIND REMAINS... THEN THE JOY OF DEATH...  as a dear friend of mine used to say:  There are things worse than death... it is called living beyond your time!

Thank you FDA.  I would think most Christians could not wait for the time of their death.  Rejoin with Christ.  I know too many that fear death.  I am so sorry for them.  Because of medicine we prolong life beyond what?  You will return and and we all must to fulfill our karmic balance.  Life is good, but OMG, do not run away from your very bliss!  (easy for me to say as I am still alive, however, I wanted to die when I had the cancer... I wanted to die when the Mormon Church told me I was evil... I wanted to die so many times in my youth... because of one thing:  DOGMA.  Most people will say Brent simply misunderstood?  WHAT?  I am my own person.

Anne went for a walk.  She does not know she went for the walk.  The walk was to teach us a lesson.

Random thoughts...

Yesterday I enjoyed lunch at my favorite cafe. I have written about the cafe in my past blogs.

I sat at the front window, upstairs over looking a very busy sidewalk full of people. One of my favorite hobbies is observing people. The way they dress, the different tempos they walk to, the endless shapes of body parts. Eyes and the expressions the human face portrays. Free entertainment.

I glanced toward the back of the dinning room where an ornate black board hangs on the wall.

Written in white chalk were these words:

"Wine is a constant proof that God loves us and likes to see us happy!" I grinned from ear to ear.

I always thought Christ's words at the last supper were fitting, "Drink this wine in remembrance of my blood which I shed for you..." well, my liver has enjoyed a hell of a lot of remembering Christ's blood... I should be saved with out a problem.

I happen to regard GOOD WINE as something very special. One reason: I cook with it. It does enhance certain dishes and meats. All of the steaks grilled in my restaurant have a splash of red wine poured on them as they are sizzling on the grill. It helps tenderize the meat, enhances the flavor as well as it smells wonderful! Wine has existed for thousands of years. It was one of the first antibiotics. The Chinese used wine for many medical purposes eons ago.

I will stop rambling about the glory of wine, but I did love the words on the wall in the restaurant. Wine is a constant proof that God loves us!.... (that may have a different meaning for someone who lives with a wino!) SORRY!

I seem to be dreaming more than I can ever recall. I have forever dreamed in COLOR. My dreams are not upsetting, but so intense and strange? Some of the images of people and places in my dreams of late are of faces I cannot identify?

I meditated on the situation the other day and realized: So much of my love life has depended on a "GLANCE" of a stranger... something caught in the wind as it were, and the GLANCE returned. Like walking down the streets of NYC and a person's glance will catch my eye... there have actually been times when the effect was as if a fist squeezed my heart and cracked a tiny flask at my heart's center saturating it with love!

I think some of those moments have been "imprinted" into my mind in such a way they are now coming out in dreams... I am not complaining.

The other day my taxi driver was a young man from Timaru NZ. (anything under 50 is very young to me anymore!)

He asked me where I was from, (the usual dialogue). Most of the cabby's know me because of my coming to QT for many years... I never even tell them my address, they simply know we are driving home!

I told him I had been coming to NZ for 22 years. Well, you would have thought he had a live Encyclopedia in his cab. He asked me if I liked the changes in QT. I said, of course! As we were driving up to 11 Panorama Place I pointed out sites that are now built upon with huge hotels, gardens, business buildings. He slowed the taxi down and said tell me about this and that... as we drove along the streets. I enjoyed relating my memories of what was then and not now!

Ballaret Street is one hell of a STEEP HILL. I told him how I used to walk up that hill with groceries and a cigarette in my mouth. NOT TODAY! The corner where the Glebe Hotel sits was an abandon old house with gorgeous apricot trees and apple trees. I'd fill plastic sacks with the fruit and bake pies! Where the Millennium Hotel now sits was a paddock. Full of goats and sheep. I would run through the paddock on my way to the Body Worx Gym early in the mornings. He was loving the history.

Then suddenly a thought flew into my brain: He was asking for "MEMORIES" too young for himself to know and that all memories are only memories of memories!

When I was 17 years old I asked my Piano Teacher all about his concert career in the 20's and 30's~ My Landlady Mabel had stories about her life in Green river WY and San Fransisco during the depression... parties, music, deaths... places that no longer existed... I asked my grandparents about their pasts... amazing things, but I could only imagine and gaze at photos.

They were memories with in memories...

The young man driving my taxi will have his own memories within memories one day... I love my memories, but I LOVE THE FUTURE. The future contain my new memories.

After leaving the taxi I thought how sometimes my mind stands apart from my body. It has many times during moments of elation, depression, tragedy, pain, suffering beyond my imagination... and then my dreams! We ride our souls in sleep like horses and sometimes the horse knows best where and how to go!...

I have survived many situations in my life... I have been lonely beyond words at times, and so confused because of certain dogmas that were pounded inside my brain as a child. I have forgiven and I hope been forgiven because of many passionate and strange love affairs, yet I cling to the hope and the belief everything in my life is for a purpose. It is for something beyond my imagination.

I listen to news, I read, I can still reason... I only KNOW one thing that equalizes all of us NO MATTER WHO YOU MAY THINK YOU ARE AND THE WORLD THINKS YOU ARE:

DEATH EQUALIZES ALL OF US.

No great leader, no politician, no religious icon, no one... we are ALL equal in death. BTW, hope I don't die tonight, but If, just IF I DO, I will be equal with some pretty amazing people.

Enough Random thoughts...

Easter weekend...

Yesterday was "GOOD FRIDAY"... today the day after good Friday... tomorrow is EASTER, then we have the day after Easter. Long holiday in New Zealand.

Easter Holiday is comparable to Labor Day Week End in the USA. Same weather. Autumn, short days long nights with a nip in the air. In USA Easter always translates into SPRING TIME. In New Zealand it is the gentle prelude into Winter.

When I was a child I loved Easter. It meant new clothes for Church! Easter Parades... Judy Garland singing "Put on Your Easter Bonnet, with all the frills upon it..."

The Easter Bunny leaving us baskets full of candies. The long Easter Cantatas, Church Services and most of all there was always some kind of a SPRING STORM. Even snow.

I will never forget reading a book for children about Easter in Russia. The gorgeous eggs decorated in jewels. Easter Egg Hunts... I also recall the photos of MAY DAY POLES being wrapped in brilliant colored ribbons of cloth.

The origin of most holidays evolved from pagan celebrations hundreds of years ago. Religion revised many of those seasonal jubilees to fit into their doctrines... thus we have holidays that are linked to beliefs in Christianity and not the evil of many GODS?

Sometimes I think having many Gods would be wonderful, but instead we get to blame everything on one GOD! He created everything...

We will be closing this house in two weeks... return to USA on the 25th.

HOLIDAYS! WHEEeeeeee... I spend Thanksgiving in Utah, Christmas in New Zealand. New Years in New Zealand. Valentine's Day in New Zealand. St. Patrick's Day in New Zealand. Easter in NZ but, the biggest holiday is my coming to this great country 5 months a year and every day is a holiday beyond imagination.