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an experience with spiritual warfare...

A few days ago I went to hang out with Mark, my old manager, at the vitamin store. Each time I walk in he stops in his tracks and puts his hands over his heart and acts like he's having a heart attack, and he says, "whatever have I done to be so worthy of this visit?" Then we hug and sit down and talk for about an hour. This is pretty much all we did when I worked there, too. Sat and talked. But the owner of the place would bust us and say, "Mark you are supposed to be training Amy in sales..." So he'd go through this tedious and exhausting stuff, telling me all about how to properly sell, asking "probing questions" and what-not. I always got the giggles when he tried to teach me things. One day, after I had only been working there for about a week, I noticed that sales were very slow and hardly any customers came in, yet I was receiving all this training. So I said something. I was like, "Mark, um, exactly when do you use all of these skills?" He saw through my straight face and broke down and said, "Well you see Amy, this isn't a vitamin store. No, in fact, it's a vitamin theater! We just PRETEND to sell vitamins here!" That did me in laughing, and I think we laughed every day after that. It was bad when we worked together.

Anyway, my point is, every few months I'll pop in and surprise him, and it's always so refreshing. He's a 60-something Jewish man, the funniest you've ever met. Has somewhat of a cult following in the area, lots of rich middle-aged women go to see him and get free nutrition/marriage counseling from him. I make fun of him. He's a pimp. He blushes when I call him on it.

So a few days ago I made a surprise visit, and we got all caught up. I told him about the whole health ordeal, and he just shook his head and said, "Amy I've always said, you have more tales to tell and more life experiences than anybody I know, it's as if you have enough experiences for 9 other people. You could go on Oprah and just talk about ONE of them." And I said, "Mark you don't even know the half of it!"

That's the funny thing. I did share my story with him, the printed one, which I ended up confiscating and giving to somebody else. When I drove out there to get it from him, before he handed it over he said, "You better not throw this away. And I want it back."

Well he's not getting it back.

I don't know if I'll ever see it again, actually. But that's ok. I've always known, it was only an outline.

He says that I have lived through so many interesting things, and yet, he doesn't even know how deep it all goes. I'm not sure I even know. I keep having dreams of layers. I see my writings, and I see layers, and depths within depths, and puzzles to solve.

I know how odd my life is, but then again, it's not without a point or a purpose.

What I need to share now is the frosting on the cake. I wanted to keep it swept under the rug but apparently that's not happening. That's alright. I need to grow more balls anyway. I need to do what I need to do.

It's all about spiritual warfare. It's about the biggest battle I've ever experienced. It's real, and I tell the truth.

You think I just happened to get sick, and took some time out. No, actually, that's not the case. I asked for it. And I got it.

 

 

 

 

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[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Interesting for a short story. Your writing is good and find the art you are sharing on your page to be very nice.