I tell you when I pray things happen. Well, at least I like to believe that. You see when I prayed for patience- I got new neighbors when I prayed for love- I got France, and when I prayed for rain- French Husband had a last-minute business meeting. Yes, I have a direct response when I pray. My prayers are answered, though they often have a twist to them.
French Husband's plan to take me up flying changed because I prayed for rain. He got a meeting two hours away and I am sad because I burst the bubble of his excitement. I gotta learn to pray with more direct wording.
Dear Source of Love and Light,
Please help me not to be afraid of flying in the Mosquito with Sting. Please guide our flight safely. Please help me not to throw up.
Amen, Corey
The first time I went up in a small plane was with my childhood friend Tom and my brother Mathew. Tom and Mathew were daredevils, barely out of boyhood and I had just left the monastery.
Tom had a plane and often flew over my parent's ranch, or I should say nose-dived right over their house causing my father to swear, and my mother to scream, "TOM!! Wait till I get a hold of that boy!". My four brothers thought it wildly funny, and I use to wonder what it would feel like to be in a plane, zooming down in a nosedive and at the last minute pull up and soar on by.
Tom asked me to fly with him. I should have known better when my brother Mathew hopped in at the last minute. As we went up I imagined that this is what it felt like to be a bird, to feel the air beneath me, to feel the sense of space, to see the world as it is small delicious dreamlike wonder… it was glorious… until Tom started to zoom and nose dive and go from side to side. The more I begged him to stop, the more my brother Mathew egged him on to be more daring. It was a losing battle. It was worse than any carnival ride I had ever been on… and I love carnival rides. I started to pray. "Please God have Tom land this plane, get me out of here!"
I remember screaming, "I'm going to throw up! Stop please stop!" I remember those two jabronees (Sweet guys when not flying together.) laughing at me and saying things like, "You are not going to puke! Watch this!" and Tom would flip-flop the plane and my brother would cheer, "More!" and my stomach felt like it was going to give birth to a wild beast.
Well my prayer was I answered. I blew chunks all over that plane. I can still see my vomit dancing airborne in the air. It was surreal beauty in a foul like way. I can still hear Tom and my brother Mathew yelling, "Gross! Oh God that is disgusting! AH God, it smells like sh_t! Geez Corey, Jesus Christ! Gross! Oh man look it is on the window."
Like I said my prayers are answered with a twist. Tom landed the plane nearby.
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