Dear Jezu

My dear Jezu,

How are you doing these days. I know you may not recognize me, but it's me Novel. I know it's been a while since we talked, and I won't blame you if you turn your face from me. Not that you've been listening to my silly prayers anyway, and even if you did, you never answer them in my timeframe, I have to wait until you believe that the time is right, or I never hear a word about it. Ever. And just so you know, I am not the only one who thinks this way.

Crack, crack....rumble!!!!!!!!

Oh my gosh!!!

What is that sound, is that lightning and thunder? Oh, what a relief, it is just a regular storm starting really loudly. At least I hope it is.

Just so you know, Jezu, I have no wish to blaspheme or cause any undue unpleasantness between us. I am just saying what is in my heart, you do want your children to be honest and truthful, right? I am not sure that if I call you by your regular name that I will be permitted to publish my letter to you here. So let us stick with Jezu for now, ok! I think it is the Albanian version of your name.

First of all, please give Ms Heather a very warm hug for me, so it will bring her a warm smile and add some pep to her step. I already wrote her a flowery story, it is a bit silly, but it has lots of pretty flowers. Thank you kindly.

Oh yes. Hugs to my friends, staff and acquaintances on Vocal too. There are a few, I won't name names, but you know what I mean, you may do as you wish with them. Yes, I know, I am behaving childishly, but isn't there a child in all of us.

Anyway

We sure must be keeping you busy these days. What with all the different changes to human gender transformations, I know it is hard to keep up with the many working parts of the nuts and bolts of it all. I can barely figure it out myself. Then there are the wars, rumors of wars, murders, mayhem, strife, unfair human practices, poverty, drunkenness, crime, debauchery, the practice of everyone now needing therapy as life takes a very confusing and stressful turn. People are so unsure of where to turn to find their peace of mind and sanity, that they end up paying big bucks for a therapist, who I am sure also has a therapist. For after listening to people's problems all day, they must need an outlet for all the many voices which play around in their heads while they sleep.

Can you imagine the things that they hear? Of course you can, you are omni-present. The poor things probably have nightmares, yet have to wake up next morning and smile and listen to some more of our problems. Please take care of the therapists so they don't lose their minds and end up needing a shrink and a straight-jacket. Therapists rock!!!!! You all have my permission to give your therapists a good giggle and lighten the session for both parties concerned, by mentioning these musings. A good laugh is some great medicine.

I am sure that the word Apocalypse must come to your mind a lot these days. Who can blame you. We humans are so wanton and uncaring that we are blooming lucky to still be alive, walking and breathing the very questionable air quality that exists in our world today. We have lost any belief in a higher purpose or a higher being who watches and judges our day-to-day actions and interactions. We have become so arrogant and egotistical, believing that we are our own be all and end all, which may be one of the very reasons that there is such a great need for extensive therapy.

What do our simple minds really know anyway. We are still only using maybe 5% of our brain capacity, even after all the years that we have been on earth. Is this by design, or are we just incapable of accessing our full potential. Granted, there are those geniuses who have unlocked some of the coded genetics of their higher selves.

On a different note. Can you direct me to the fountain of youth, I really could use a pure cup of drinking water. Even if it just cleanses by body of all the impurities of our existence, I would be eternally grateful. At the present rate of life's decline, I don't think living forever will be beneficial either to you or to humankind. Heck, you may soon have a need for a therapist yourself. Again, no disrespect meant to you Jezu.

"The Rapist". Who came up with the joining of those two words to mean help for the mind anyway? Is the meaning not counterproductive to the aid which it is supposed to provide. I mean, seriously, who is raping whose mind in this scenario. Maybe it applies to both sides.

I am in no way making light of, nor is it my intention to poke fun at the serious help which therapy provides to many who are struggling. I am writing this in the belief that herein lies my chance to attend this honest to goodness therapy session. For I have always been in need of this worthy service.

Lady Heather threw out the challenge to write a letter, come hell or high water. This is my second one, but I wrote to you instead, Heather won't mind, I'm sure.

Regards dear Jezu.

P.S. Oh yes, I forgot to say I learned a new word today: PANGRAM

"THE QUICK BROWN FOX JUMPS OVER THE LAZY DOG"

A Pangram uses all the letters of the alphabet. It is from the Greek for "every letter".

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Heather' challenge.