the beast king

Ooooh, today has been pretty fun. I had a chance to catch up with Tanduay Babe and we shared a few laughs. Don't bother asking  about what, it's a sibling thing. We caught up in Yahoo Messenger which is a good thing because no one has to spend their load on cellphones and she is hoarsy from cheering for the Bugsay Dragon Boat Team and for the 2008 Ultimate Frisbee. If there is a party girl honor roll, Tanduay Babe will make it to the top 5. She's got my niece and my brother-in-law (who I have yet to figure what alias to call him) that's why she wouldn't make it to the Top 3. *grin*

The General and I were able to catch up in Yahoo Messenger also. She was telling me a story about a king who did not reckon God so God turned him into a beast and he had to eat grass in the fields for a couple of years until he acknowledged God. I asked who is this king and she said she can't remember the name and I should ask the Colonel because his memory is better than her. Well I don't want to bug the Colonel with my childish curiosity so I did a couple of searches and found that she was referring to King Nebuchadnezzar who was said to be the greatest monarch of Babylon, if not the entire East, ever had. He was punished for his pride and vanity with a mental illness called lycanthropy.

Then Mr. Sizzle started chatting me too. He's in a mood because his latest attempt wasn't successful. Well, it's a game. You win some and lose some. But being all cheery I tried to share some love by offering him a mantra I chant whenever I get rejected and that cheered him up a bit. So he started sharing affirmative statements he says to himself but the first one floored me. He said he says to himself, “I am a god...“.

Hmmm...I don't know about that. I've been chewed alive and spit out alot of times that I know I am not a god. Never in my mind have I claimed that I am a god. That idea is something I will never tread upon. I didn't say this to him. That's his thing. But one thing's for sure, even if I only found out today the story of King Nebuchadnezzar, I guess I knew all along that to think I am a god is a blasphemy to the One who created minute atoms and grand heavenly beings. It's not that I am even afraid to eat grass in the fields for years. I just know deep within me that it's a lie to claim I am a god.

I had to go see some friends and catch up on the latest gossip so I said goodbye to Mr. Sizzle. But as I closed my black box and grabbed my bag I uttered a simple prayer for Mr. Sizzle. He does not know what he claims but if a lesson is to be learned let Your will be done.

~o~o~

Note to self: Should change Mr. Sizzle's alias to Mr. Gigolo