attacks on faith

What can you tell someone who believes you’re evil? Someone who thinks not just ill of you, but thinks of you the way an exorsist thinks of the damned? How do you show them the light? The peace? The hope? How do you express the wholeness you feel? How do you show them the blessings?

My once friend asked me a question. Are you a Christian? I answered, as I’ve always believed, as I believe and as I know is truth: Yes. I am a member of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. As stated in our name, we are followers of Christ. He then began his bashing. Telling me I was not only wrong, but hell-driven, and gravely mistaken. He spoke of our beloved prophet, claiming he was out for naught but power. I asked him to show me the power, or the money he received, because it was none. Joseph Smith received ridicule. He received burns from hot tar. He received lifelong scars that came from the removal of the tar. He was a patient and God-loving man. They say it’s healthy to be god-fearing. To a degree I agree. But I also believe that love is a greater tool than fear. I fear a snake’s venom, but this makes me avoid the snake. I love my Father in Heaven, I love Christ, thus I seek after them and seek to be obedient to their commandments. Do I fail? Of course, I am human.

He called us a “flippin cult,” Furthermore he says, “ its only been recent you’ve added Jesus Christ to your name for political reasons. You’ve been taught many lies growing up and now will learn the hard way unless you understand what is truth!...but I want you to realize just like you I have 18 years under my belt with my faith. So yea I don’t move easily when I look at the bible and the book of mormon. It doesn’t add up at all.” But he didn’t read it. He googled it. He youtubed it. He didn’t try to understand. I never asked him to convert. Never asked him to get baptized.

I just answered a question.

My association with this unnamed satan follower….ok he’s not really a satan follower but it sure felt like it sometimes, anyway my association with this unnamed boy has been severed. That bridge has been burnt. Do I hope he burns in hell?

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No. I can’t. it’s not really in my nature. Nor is it Christian to do so. :) thus I hope he finds his way to heaven…somehow. I’m not going to pursue the friendship anymore though, it doesn’t bring anything but contention and I won’t have that. I wish him the best. And I have this to say and then I won’t think of it again…until next fast & testimony meeting…it’s not a wonder he doesn’t have any friends, he tells them all what they believe, he gets his information from faulty resources, and they become frustrated because he won’t listen to truth, won’t listen to reason, so they drop him. As I have done.

My piece is said. And I know that I am at peace with my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.

the memoir

In my writing for publication class we are currently studying the art of memoirs. Sadly, there is not enough truth to go into a memoir about me or my childhood to make it even slightly interesting. Believe me i've tried. i always get stuck after "I was born..."

i am a Fiction writer. my body and mind ease into the world of fiction like a fish into water, it's simply something that is naturally put and naturally belongs. as i walked to breakfast this morning after the current down pour that Laie has been experiencing, i noticed puddles. puddles in the flowerbeds. puddles on the sidewalk, puddles. oh the very many puddles i noted. but upon closer inspection i found that they were not puddles at all, no, not puddles in the slightest! they were, in fact, worlds. there was a world of mermaids in the lagoon with giant flowers, an entire civilization grew and flourished near the lake with the cemement soiled bottom.

this is the world i live in. i cannot write a memoir, for others will call it false and call it fiction, but the truth of the matter is the world in my head is more realistic than any "reality" through which others percieve their lives.

the story continued from the minds of the genius...es

Key: Danica Nelli (anything in italics is singing)

So after Princess Nelli and her igor, Danica, found the duke, they questioned his relationship with the blonde dragon. All the while, Princess Nelli was thinking about other men and Danica was thinking about another Igor because tey both know they could never win the Duke's heart. Plus they didn't really want it, he was the hunchback really, and he was more-or-less a part of their club and you can't date club members cause that's weird!! But they both thought about it...back to the questioning...To dragon or not to dragon, that is to say, would they allow the Duke/Hunchback to get eaten by a dragon? With fallen faces they let the dragon eat the Duke because they knew it made him happy. No more trio...
I can see what's happening
what?
And they don't have a clue
who?
They'll fall in love and here's the bottom line, our trio's down to two...
oh :(
The sweet caress of twilight, there's magic everywhere, and with all this romanic atmosphere, DISASTERS in the air!!
This makes me want to cry! Cursed DRAGON! Don't eat my friend...i kill you Oh dear, Back to the story!
So one day (after disowning the Duke) Princess Nelli said Danica could be a princess too because they're cousins so it's only right. "But there is only ONE Goddess and that's ME!" uh...ok, anyway so Princess Nelli and Princess Danica were surfing one day when all of the sudden a walrus flopped onto Danica's board. The quick-thinking Danica pulled out a wigi board and called upon the ocean spirits to save her. They came and said "You bad girl, you should not have a wigi board..." so a shark came and ate it. Just as it bit the wigi board it also bit Nelli's arm and leg off. Nelli said " YOU M&%@!^&F%#(?}S#&(B$%$#$ and she pulled out her knife with her unhurt arm and cut the $%^&*(*&^%$$%^&* to pieces...she was crazed and almost cut off her good leg, but didn't. Unfortunately all the blood had attracted other sharks so soon danica and Nelli were surrounded. Danica quickly pretended to be dead, like an opossum. Nelli continued to yell and out of nowhere a canoe full of sexy mustaches came to rescue the girls. The most handsome mustache jumped into the water and pick up both girls. He saw Danica and fell in love. He threw Nelli on the canoe and said "Take care of the bleeding one." Nelli was floating in and out of consciousness, she met a mustache on the canoe who held her and said, "Unfortunately you're going to die." Upon hearing this Nelli knocked the mustache off his face and said, "Nuh-uh!" Once his mustache came off she noticed he was quite sexy and said "Oops..." she turned her head from left to right in embarrassment, "My bad." Danica saw this and laughed, then passionately jumped off the canoe into the blood-ridden waters to rescue her surfboard. Nelli suddenly saw a giant whale, but she spoke whale and asked it not to hurt her igor. Then Nelli turned to Danica and said, "Your priorities are wacked! Get back up here and kiss your mustache and come clog up my bleeding. Aren't you a lifeguard?" Danica responded with "I'd rather be at scare school...Boo."
the end...for now

a man, a mustache and one very happy girl

So as some may know, my quest in remaining...boyless is over. that is to say, i found a man. :)

to protect his identity he will be referred to merely as "the mustache". you know, it's his gang name. like Benny "The Rat" Rodrigues. just works. you know, i guess the "stache" would sound better but i like the whole word and it's my blog so i get to write what i like.

So i met the mustache in a class. we both happened to be taking writing for publication. he sat a seat away from me, that is to say there was someone sitting between us. we often met mid-glance, for his glance intersected my glance's journey towards the clock. i must admit....i looked often. now i will confess to you now that i've always had a bit of a thing for 'staches. i dunno why, maybe some innate instinct draws me towards fur....would explain my love of all furry animals also. the courting began when we started sharing our bits of writing with each other (it was a class assignment to write 2,000-3,000 words and e-mail it to all in the class....all 11 of us) thus i recieved his e-mail with the attachment of a sci-fi piece i found myself pulled into. the editing began. and i sent my piece out shortly after, i recieved a response, with it my piece back-having been edited. i responded. soon after he requested my friendship on the commonly known facebook. his quest for a date-nearly completely, my quest to stay single-nearly failed.
we went to see a movie. it was were the wild things are. after psychoanalyzing nearly ever scene, after sharing hot tamales and gummy bears, there was something quite clear to both of us. this was a very good idea. the courting continued, and now i sit before you, the girlfriend of the mustache.

am i saddened that my mission failed? no. i actually think i've been happier these last two weeks than i have been in quite sometime. well my now grapefruit-breathed mustache sits next to me as i type, i really should begin editing his second piece...and sams if he ever sends it....probably not. :)
i bid you adieu, farewell and good riddens !! (just kidding)...sorta

a love with peter and unicorns

j.m. barrie was inspired to write peter pan just for me.

ok so i'm quite selfish. according to the gopel of danica:
1. the ocean
2. surfing
3. peter pan
4. cats
5. chocolate
6. josh groban
7. italian

were all invented/born/or brought to this world specifically to make ME, DANICA PALMER, happy. :)

so here's what i'm thinking, although i have midterms, although i have loads of homework-my goal in life is to be a children's writer, right? (the answer is yes) so i have to keep my head there, in the easy-go-lucky, magical fairy land which children reside in. so i'm going to take a few of my favorite books, the last unicorn, peter pan, the two princesses of bamarre (my most favoritest book EVER), and the adventures of alice in wonderland/through the looking glass (it's 2 stories in one book) all to school with me. i'll read them throughout the week (as soon as i finish angels & demons) and keep my head happy.

i find my heart ever so content in the land of make-believe. it breaks my heart that peter was so featherbrained, but alas, most boys that age are and he has been that age for quite a long time. his explinations are fantastic though. "You see, Wendy, when the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies." (35-36) I always wanted peter to come and take me from my window and fly me to neverland. i'm not like Wendy, i would have stayed with him, gone on all the adventures, even become better at sword fighting than he. i would have embraced it. but at 19, i think a 15 year old in some leaves is a bit young for me. i'd never the heart to ask him to stay, even if only for a few years to even the ages between us.

For those of you who have never read the first unicorn i must urge you to read it. it's by far one of my favorites.
alas my lids grow heavy and i know the ocean's siren call will becon me come morning.
until next time.
adieu