Sunday, February 8, 2015

WE ARE INFINITE Stories: Just a Stranger on the Bus by Proximalcardia

Greetings everyone and welcome to another installment of the WE ARE INFINITE stories and giveaway! I'm so grateful to be able to do this and to share stories that remind us all of connection and our intrinsic worth.

Now, before we dive into today's tale, let's have a quick refresher on what's happenin' 'round here:

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Today's story is from Proximalcardia, who urges us to give the infinite a chance...


Just a Stranger on the Bus
A long while back I was involved with the 12 steps, which version isn't relevant.  My thirties were catastrophic and in the middle of my personal ten great plagues I set to work repairing the damage.

Key in 12-step is the concept of helping yourself by helping others.  It’s normal to be shy and backward, but it’s not okay to hide your light under a basket.  Humility is valued but false modesty is not and most people in or out of the rooms don’t know the difference.  So we are taught when someone asks for help, don’t assume they are crazy.

So this handsome young man asked me to help him with the 12 steps.  I was only partway through myself, but he asked and I knew better than to say no.

The Steps are about spirituality not religion.  People confuse the two, I confuse the two.  The young man didn't have a problem with believing in God and had been active in his church into his twenties.

So we were working together one afternoon, discussing the literature and how it could be interpreted.

”I know it’s my fault.’  He said.  “God loves me, Jesus died for me and I don’t feel it.  I don’t feel loved.  My ex loved me and I didn't feel that either.”

“What do you feel?”

“Cheated—abandoned, I used to pray every single night.  I prayed so hard--and nothing changed.”

“What didn’t change?”

“I’m still gay.”

He was still gay?  He was suffering I could see that and I had absolutely no fucking clue what to say.

“If you are God’s child, and he made your soul himself, then why would he make you straight just because you asked it?”

To this day I don’t know which of us was more astonished.

“You’re just going to leave that in my lap aren't you.”


The point is, I didn’t have an answer for him.  No one had an answer; he went to therapists and priests and trance channeling mediums, no one could explain how God had failed him.  I liked the man, he was sweet and he was kind and he was suffering and I did not have an answer for him, but one came out of my mouth anyway.  It wasn't my answer.  It was his answer.

About five years later he died.  Everyone does you know; what was remarkable wasn’t that he died surrounded by people that loved him.  He died surrounded by people he loved.  There is no moral to this story, but there might be some wisdom.  It’s up to you to find yours.

For what it’s worth here is mine: give the infinite a chance—a chance to move you, to speak through you.  Tell your inner critic/narrator to shut the fuck up and listen for a change, and fer god’s sake when someone ask you for help, don’t stand there and list your shortcomings.


Gorgeous story, Prox, thank you so much for sharing.

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Kelly Wyre enjoys reading and writing all manner of fiction, ranging from horror to romance. She used to work in advertising but is now happily chained to her writing desk and laptop. She believes she's here to tell stories and to connect people with them. She's written several novels, novellas, and short stories and has no plans on stopping anytime soon.

Kelly relishes the soft and cuddly and the sharp and bloody with equal amounts of enthusiasm. She's a coffee addict, an avid movie lover, a chronic night owl, and she loves a good thunderstorm. Currently Kelly resides in the southeastern United States.

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Outer Banks bookstore owner Hyacinth Silver Fox has a secret millennia in the making: her soul was magically entwined with another, and at night she dreams of every lifetime they've ever spent together. The rules of their magic are simple: Hydee always knows her lover, but he, or she, doesn't remember her. It's up to Hydee to find and make her soulmate see they are destined for each other, and this lifetime is no different, but there's one problem: her soulmate is Theo Monk, heartthrob actor and Hollywood's sometime-infamous badboy. Hydee's hope of reuniting is wearing thin, but she has no idea how dire the situation really is.

Because meanwhile in California, Theo Monk is losing his mind. Anxiety and paranoia rule his life, along with his on-again-off-again girlfriend and her entourage. When fear and frustration push him to an edge, Theo cuts and runs as far from his problems as he can without knowing Fate's giving him one last shot to unite with the only person who can help him. Hydee and Theo must save one another before hope runs out and Hydee's despair and Theo's fear keep them apart forever.


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