Angela Mari
Are You There God? It's Me, Gidget

Hello God, It’s Me, Gidget.

I was on some kind of a never ending silent treatment as if somehow God would actually read my blog and somehow respond to me—among everything else going on in this mad, mad world, including and not limited what seemed like the near blanket agreement that if one was to believe in God then it was merely a delusion which at best should be considered a form of mental illness…

As if…

“Got some attachments and baggage I’m working on leaving.”

10,000 hours, met Malcolm Gladwell at Microsoft.

“Sounds of the city on Capital Hill,
I wore cowboy boots
and did line dances on the bar
where the time went slow
while I learned to drink PBR.”

Here’s looking at you, Rosie.

You thought you could distract me from my homework? I’m going after the belly of the beast, and I couldn’t be more hungryYou carry the blood of my brothers, sisters, prophets and prophetesses.

Following this I saw another Angel descend from Heaven:

His authority was immense,
his glory flooded earth with brightness,
his voice thunderous:

“Ruined, ruined, Great Babylon, ruined!
A ghost town for demons is all that’s left!
A garrison of carrion spirits,
garrison of loathsome, carrion birds.

All nations drank the wild wine of her whoring;
kings of the earth went whoring with her;
entrepreneurs made millions exploiting her.”

Just then I heard another shout out of Heaven:

Get out, my people, as fast as you can,
so you don’t get mixed up in her sins,
so you don’t get caught in her doom.

Her sins stink to high Heaven;
God has remembered every evil she’s done.

Give her back what she’s given,
double what she’s doubled in her works,
double the recipe in the cup she mixed;

Bring her flaunting and wild ways
to torment and tears.

Because she gloated,
“I’m queen over all, and no widow,
never a tear on my face,”

In one day, disasters will crush her—
death, heartbreak, and famine—

Then she’ll be burned by fire,
because God, the Strong God
who judges her, has had enough.

I am strengthened by fortified wine, I nibble on dry bread and think of the dust which composes my flesh, upon which you tread with scaled measure.

Welcome tothe Heist.”

A girl and her kite, following the lead of a boy who decided to fly his and brought her holy spirit while she bathed thinking she was alone in the world.

Time to fly guys.

Eagle is in formation.

Our virtue is in our name.

I am Christian.

I treat this like my thesis

Well-written topic, broken down into pieces

I introduce then produce, words so profuse

And then amend it, every law that ever prevented

Our survival since our arrival documented in The Bible

Like Moses and Aaron

Things gon’ change, it’s apparent

And all the transparent gonna be seen through

Let God redeem you, keep your deen true

You can get the green too

Watch out what you cling to, observe how a queen do

And I remain calm reading the 73rd Psalm

Cause with all this going on I got the world in my palm

I’m making sure I’m with the 144

I’ve been here before this ain’t a battle, this is war

Word to Boonie, I make salat like a Sunni

Get diplomatic immunity in every ghetto community

Had opportunity went from Hoodshock to Hood-chic

But it ain’t what you cop, it’s about what you keep

And even if there are leaks, you can’t capsize this ship

Cause I baptize my lips every time I take a sip

Lauryn Hill, Final Hour, The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill

You won’t find me in the “Kingdom Hall” on Sunday, as I no longer confuse being a Christian with choosing a Religion.

No, you’ll find me talking to the “homeless” wanderer who I can’t take home, or in the bar the true ‘neon chapel‘, not in one of the apostolic mockeries down the street.

Angie Baby, Airwalker

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Art

visual inspiration: aspirations + affirmations

I found @thefulltimegirl’s site after she followed one of my accounts and I became curious — what exactly is her concept behind “a full time girl” — what is she promoting?

Integrity

Conscience

Modesty

Reflection

I decided to promote @LaurenDeMoss because she promotes out-of-this-world wisdom. She inspired me, hope she does the same for you!

Last but not least…

Thanks, I was thinking the same thing! Besides, when you know before the beginning the end, you must love ‘the story’!

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Are You There God? It's Me, Gidget, Correspondence

Hotel California Palo Santo via Angie Marie with Diamonds in the Sky for Lucy

Conversation started July 13, 2013

Angela Glass
7/13, 9:53pm

come up to 10. we’re getting ready for the ‘prom’. would love to see if we can include you in as much as possible, including introducing you to the organizers of the event
regardless, you know where i lay my head, we’ll be up here until we come down again.

Lucy Bruchet
July 14, 2013, 7:22pm

What’s the name of the creative center in SF u were telling me about? Where is it?

Angela Glass
7/14, 9:55pm

Hey!!!! My phone died right away. I have the room still!!! Can I overnight it. I was lovingly distracted by saying goodbye and by the wood whose name I still can’t recall! Can I overnight it? Did Eris ever show up (bag in lobby I left key on top).
Facebook.com/creativescenter
seven seymour
san francisco

Lucy Bruchet
July 15, 2013, 4:13am

Palo Santo is the wood. Just drop it in the mail if u would: 424 E Palm Canyon Dr. 92264. No still have @Eris stuff here. Will she come back for it? I got the key on top

Angela Glass
July 15, 2013, 12:41pm

Key will come from apple overnight. Hilarious. You get to see my sisters more than me. Guess you’re in.

Oh. We have to install a — well, you know, if you want — an electric keypad lock on room 10. The key killed the weekend so I could be resurrected. Have to be low to stand. Research the word resurrection? I thought it meant something totally diff than I thought before I was given the epiphany.

Angela Glass
July 19, 2013, 10:07am

are you around? haven’t heard from you since the fires.

Lucy Bruchet
7/19, 3:44pm

I am around! Had friends in town from SF since last Sunday….and then of course the fires have distracted me. Still reading the Message. Loving it!
In work related news, our account manager asked about your reservation. I never ran charges on your card. Did you collect from Tikva? Is it okay if she runs your card? Didn’t want her doing it without checking with you first.

Lucy Bruchet
July 21, 2013, 1:25pm

Wow! I have been so deceived by the New Age Movement. I am so happy that you led me back to Jesus. I’m still in shock of how “enlightened” I thought I was and how blindly I was following Lucifer. Yikes! I am so grateful for you encouraging me to read the bible. Thank God! Do you go to Church or where do you find community?

Angela Glass
July 22, 2013, 5:56am

At Hotel California. Just serve grapes and grain. Or wine and bread…
Kick it and be kind.
Just call my name, and baby, I’ll be there.
So how’s the Walker?

Angela Glass
November 19, 2013, 6:48pm

your brother still interested in helping save La Jolla surf culture and hotels and hostile takeovers and such?
momma, you’ve been on my mind. wine and bread and cheese and sea salt crushed in virgin oil, with you my beauty, please?

Angela Glass
11/19, 6:49pm

otherwise, let’s get http://shorecolony.com/ figuerd out
The Shore Colony | The Creatives’ Center and Surf Colony on Windansea Beach, La Jolla
shorecolony.com

I love Windansea Posted on 2011.02.07 by Gidget I love living here. It’s smack dab in the middle of art, history and culture, and it sits pretty close to a free society. For months I’ve daydreamed about what it would take to preserve the building. You see, I had moved away from San Diego. Packed ever…

Angela Glass
11/19, 6:50pm

then i want the old cottages next to the dying man’s hotel
old chicken roost next to the Brockton Villa
Let’s take over—Christ is on his way. Paradise to come, and 1,000 years of humans reigning from heaven.
You and me, babe?
xoxo
lmk

Angela Glass
November 28, 5:53pm

Just thinking of you, again. Love you long distance and long time—who is minding the old inn? Have a girl friend, Diana, in from Dubai who was asking about the real one. I was talking about mine in La Jolla. Have spare room ready—come visit me Love!!!

Lucy Bruchet
11/28, 8:44pm

Angela! So good to hear from you, darlin’. I am working at the HC in the mornings. Just about 2 weeks from delivering our baby. Holy Cow! Would love to visit. When will you be back to visit California? Was thinking of you the other day and our wonderful talks. So cool!

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Culture, Religion

Called to be Counter-Cultural?

He quickly learned that much of his time was spent being against something, instead of being for anything. And he’s not alone.

WHEN WE DEFINE OUR LIVES BY WHAT WE ARE AGAINST, WE END UP LIVING HORRIBLY UNCREATIVE LIVES.

It’s a celebrated virtue in many Christian circles to be known as “counter-cultural.” We are often content to place the prefix “anti-” in front of a word and believe it is a way of stating what we are for. But I wonder if, by choosing to arrange our lives around what we stand against, we are limiting who we are called to be. If we always react against culture, the very things we rise up against will become our central point of reference for morality—which means we won’t get very far.

It’s easy to define yourself by what you are against. It’s figuring out what you are for that presents a real challenge.

— Are Christians Called to be Counter-Cultural? by Relevant Magazine

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Music

A Boy & His Kite

I was raised in the land of bible thumping, and I think something about that has made me averse to all things ostentatious—I can still recall the first time I ran into a “I ran into Tammy Faye at the Mall” t-shirt at the mall. Whoa.

So you’ll have to pardon me if I don’t share the joy of music which names drop “Jesus”. I’ve never gone near the genre labeled “Christian”.

There seems to be something funny going on, and I kind of like it.

I’m discovering more and more music at the top of the “Heavy Rotation” chart on Rdio—and the albums are all spiritually focused… you know, like scriptural based lyrics.

Stranger yet, though nearly everyone I know in my day-to-day life is atheist—my friends—these albums are on nearly constant rotation, according to the service. I can’t help but wonder… do they know what they’re listening to?

Last week I hit Rdio’s “New Releases” section when I got home, and made an offhand comment in my mind (sort of like a whimper of a prayer) that I would love love love to have something good to listen to.

There was A Boy & His Kite. Knew nothing about it, but the cover seemed tasteful, and so I put it on and went about a task in the other room.

The music was melodic and made perfect company for a glass of red wine… but suddenly I found returning to the room, standing before the speakers. I did a double take… was I hearing this right?!

Having forgotten whatever I had been doing I sat down on my couch, laptop on my lap, and read the lyrics, song-by-song as the album played.

What can I say? He heard my wimper of a prayer.

The next day the album was on the top of heavy rotation, and there is stays to this day.

Check out Dave Wilton of A Boy & His Kite.

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