A Trusted Truth Is Included

Relations,

The last I was here, I shared my thoughts about a newly inherited attitude. After some consideration, my belief is that along with this change in attitude must come a truth that may include hurting me in some emotional way or another. I realize this. I accept this too. As I have always promised, my blog, Mario's Path is a place where I feel safe and have not lied or bent truth, I have been Man Up on the subjects that are covered here. It's true you know? About me feeling safe here, Like an extension in The Cave Occupied By Man and Woman, this is where I can let go and chat a spell.

I read/heard some where that I pray till it hurts and have prayed so several times in my life. I may pray daily, just not till it hurts. Sometimes until I fall asleep, or I'll say a mini Rosary a few times and be off to sleep shortly after. As I have my entire life, I plan on continuing to pray daily, how often and how long is truly my business, but getting to point in mind is, I wish to be  painfully 'honest' in my day-to-day. I wish to learn this truth from within out, so it is necessary that I begin from my heart. For some reason, I'm not sure if many have considered me one who prays. I do. Or some who consider what is this path I so often speak of.

Well, hello. Here it is, here is where I am and hello, this me, Mario and this is my path. A place where it is I am able to share with my fellow readers, I am here for those who seek information  about Meniere's Disease and it's consequences, them that are pre and post attacks. I have Asthma Attacks, the asthma that takes my breath away is going to be attacked with "more medicine and chemical", but I must do this if I should want to breath next decade. Or the next decade.

These many, so many procedures, surgery's, operations, and hospitalizations over the past few years, all of which can be and have been conducted in clinic, in surgical rooms or procedural rooms. I have had dozens and dozens of these, I reckon I am the real Slice and Dice Man, himself. Oh, Angel. I know that it is my business to keep this Business of mine in some sort of shape. Eh? I must you see, the business is called 'me and my body, mind and spirit's'. I'm too young at 54 for all of this bull shit luggage. I have had struggles. Oh Shit, I've had some really shitty phases and struggles and so far I am right here and about to jump up on this wave I see up ahead and ride the hell out of it! Good day, I have had had me caged my Big Bear up again!. Too long a spell it has been. When I see a big one headed this way, well shit, I'll Hang 10 then!

Readers and Guests, know that I do not name names. The confidentiality rule is very strict,  steadfast and dates back to when I was attending Groups and then Facilitating Groups for well over ten years. Maybe twelve? As a note, I am not going to just begin a process of verbal vomiting by dropping this or that. What it is I am attempting and yearning to express today, is to share that I have been honest on my blog and my path all along. From Blog 1, that is the way it has been. In my Core, I believe there is no need for Folks to lie in life. No need to be Bull Shitting Folks. You know what I mean? I see, hear, and smell them daily. The Yuck and Such, that comes with Meniere's Disease, is enough for me to handle.

Friends, when I pray for my fellow Mother Earth Mates, I pray for all peoples. I am told I should not, and I do let them know that's bull shit. I will pray to my God, as I will. I also have a Direct Line. So. Many Christians I know are often full of ego and multiple faces, like to preach and speak the Words of God, then betray same words and perpetrate ill conceived notions against others. I once again will make it so that the words I speak on my path are true. A trusted truth comes from the Gut. I have a damned good gut and follow what my gut speaks. Intuition belongs to those of us who realize and see truths.

Whether one realizes or not, there are some who can read through your masks you keep hanging in the closet next to the Black dress, those of you who carry masks in your glove box. For shits sake, my intuition has been alive since I was a toddler. My memories are crisp like a new head of lettuce and as bad ass as brand 1985 Little Red Corvette.

I must go. My truth has always spoken for me. I love God and my Country and I know I'm a Goofy sort, but I'm okay with that, besides Goofy sounds better than Gimpy. True? Believe it or not, I'm really a Gimp. Honey, you've got to slow down...