The Chosen One’s
As a new fiscal year launched with the 2014 Brain Injury Camping Experience ending a year I questions why I do these things, what good is it? What does it all mean? Why me Lord or Universe. Why should one person have to experience so much bad, it’s not fair. Ever since I was 3 or 4 years old I knew I was chosen all the time being beat by foster parents who the beatings are the only things I can remember of them. Promises made to exploit my talents. And now living with emotions that come from the depths of my soul I don’t think I can do what is programed from the universe pushing the very essences and fabric of who I am. It’s an essences so powerful there are other forces doing everything in their power to stop it. I use to think I was destined to be the leader of this as a young child I have seen wars with more soldiers, tanks, plains than ever imagined in Hollywood. I know now I am not this leader and am in awe of the leaders I have been blessed to meet, I think I am the vessel who was given the opportunity to create the environment where they can meet I am a soldier of what is to come. As I am to the point of I can’t take no more the universe gives me what I needed to learn once again.
But it feels like the last lesson in a long journey leading to something new. The Last 5 years of camping experiences have been part of it. What’s weird the experiences were out of sequence in my life but not in others’ lives. But it all ties together, the universe has went into a new age and we the people with disabilities are the chosen not the misfit’s society has labeled us with. Look around things are in motion of great change and great challenges and have been for decades if not centuries. I do not know how all the pieces fit together but the brain events many of us disrupt the plan
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