Tonight was an interesting night. First time going to the healing rooms. I realized how hard it is for me to press in when I'm not playing an instrument. So for the first good 30 minutes I sat there trying to figure out why I couldn't feel anything. I realized how much my mindset slips during breaks, such as winter break. During the school year I'm all like "Yeah!! God!! I'm gonna go to every worship night I see, gonna pray everyday, yeah yeah fire spirit move blahblah." But then it gets to break, and it's like I flip a switch. I go from "God, God, God, God!" to "Fun, fun, fun, fun!" So that's one reason I figured could have caused this numbness I was feeling(or not feeling). Then I thought a little more about what might be holding me back, what could be a wall between me and God right now. Instantly my problems with lust were brought to mind.
I tried praying the average prayer, letting those things go so I can focus on God, but nothing was clearing up. I told God that I wanted to go back to viewing women as Daughters of God and Princesses like I knew they were, instead of undressing them in my mind. Still nothing was clearing up, then I remembered hearing somewhere that you need to pray specifically, right to the source. This meant I had to name off every one of my friends that I had undressed, fantasized about, or even just checked out and said "I would". As you can probably imagine, this was VERY hard for me to do. It took a while too. After doing this I could finally start to feel some of the spirit breaking through. Things kind of gradually got better and more intense as usual.
Later on, they called up all of the Emerging generation to come forward, which is 30 and under I guess. One guy, I can't recall his name, was one of many who started going through praying for all the people who came forward. Basically just putting his hand on their head, saying a few words, then moving on. Occasionally one of those people would fall down. I saw him getting closer to me and starting thinking to myself, "He's going to stop longer on me, they always stop longer on me." And sure enough he got to me, nearly slammed his hand onto my head, started saying something about fire, something about people needing a leader, everything I'd heard before. Then he stopped and looked me in the eye. He said "Nothing but real, nothing but real" about 5 times. Those words really stuck with me, and I had them running through my mind the rest of the night. "Nothing but real, nothing but real."
How does someone go about being nothing but real? I mean, I've had my share of problems with "masks" and I know that the kids these days are just looking for something real, but I guess it never really hit me that
I had to be real too. I pondered the words for the whole night.
At the end of it, the group of friends I was with as usual were like "Lets do something!" So we ended up going to Dick's, me and my friend Cameron had to sit in the trunk of the minivan, because there were no seats left. So we get there, get some milkshakes, then pile back into the minivan. We were going to a church to pray over it. We got there and one of the girls said something about having to go pee, but it was 11 PM, of course the church was closed. I made some remark to the fact that, being a guy, I could pee anywhere! Something to the effect of "I could even go pee right over there right next to the church... in fact, I think I will." I didn't actually have to go pee, I just wanted the reactions. So I walked over there, unzipped, said "This is cool", zipped back up, and walked back.
Later after everyone had been dropped off at their respective homes, I texted a friend saying "I didn't really pee, I just did it for the reactions."
"What was the point of that?" She asked.
It was then that I thought about it, realized there really was no point... Or was there?
I saw what I had been doing for so long, I didn't have a multiple mask problem, I just had a one mask problem. When I'm around people that don't really know about how I really act, I'm the funny guy, usually the gross guy, the guy that's stupid enough to try stuff, all just for the attention. Would it really be that bad if people knew that I was really actually a deep thinker, that HATES perverted jokes, and just wants to be a nice person? Why would I want to hide that from everyone? I really don't have an answer to that.
That's not being very real is it? Nothing but real? More like everything but real.
So this is my attempt at becoming "real". I'm going to start posting a sort of public diary I guess you could call it. Not all posts will be diary posts, but I'll try to get at least one everyday. My days aren't all exciting enough to post a diary everyday.
I will be as transparent as reasonable.
Well, here we go.
Nothing but real.