tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7018055.post108775987699209710..comments2023-10-20T07:18:17.884-07:00Comments on He who lives in the moment lives eternally: Arthur George...David Von Behrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02867184248060411772noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7018055.post-1087841385887584932004-06-21T11:09:00.000-07:002004-06-21T11:09:00.000-07:00Thanks arya (coolest friend that you are!)...Lord ...Thanks arya (coolest friend that you are!)...Lord knows my dad's heard me cuss him out alot since he left. Two things though===When my dad was on his deathbed, I, for some reason phoned Uncle Mike. I had only a vague notion of what the Baha'i faith was all about and had only known Uncle Mike for five months and though his belief system was unfounded and a bit far-fetched. But for some reason, still to this day inexplicable, I looked up his phone number in the yellow pages and called him with saltine tears incubating in my pupils. My two best friends who refused to leave me that night chuckeld and told me later that "Hey, he's on his deathbed. Can't hurt." <br /><br />Uncle Mike was totally calm. I requested that Mike say a prayer or something to help my dad when he passed over or whatever and he told me that it was no big deal. he woudl be more than happy to.<br /><br />Five minutes later (and I shit you not here)my cell phone vibrated again and it was Uncle Mike. He told me that he had prayed for me and that several other Baha'is in the area--none of whom I knew--were saying prayers for my father's pending departure!!!<br /><br />As I've told you I kinda became Baha'i through the back door. I got drunk one night and wandered into the wardrobe and instead of finding Mister Tumnus and a mideval land where it was always winter and never Christmas, I found cagey old Uncle Mike brandishing a copy of the Dawnbreakers doing crazy things. I'm not saying I became baha'i on my father's deathbed, but, arguably, that's where my spiritual sojourn convened. Two ships left the port that night.<br /><br />Also, last October I had a "Aryadaniela" dream. We were at my father's wake and for some reason, a priest was administering communion to my father. My father was dead, lying supine in his casket and after the priest gave him the bread and the blood my dead father threw-up, he literally threw-up the body and blood of Christ.<br /><br />When I told Uncle Mike this dream a day later he smiled.<br /><br />"Your father has recognized the new religion. He's acknowledged the new messenger." He said.<br /><br />When I told Uncle Mike thisDavid Von Behrenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02867184248060411772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7018055.post-1087836492270709902004-06-21T09:48:00.000-07:002004-06-21T09:48:00.000-07:00somehow i feel like your dad needed to hear that.somehow i feel like your dad needed to hear that.Aryahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14679483704758751893noreply@blogger.com