pisaty i cytaty

1Mo4:4-8 Szef mnie wezwał. -ledwo zrobiłem ludzi, już im Lucy coś paskudnego do tych makówek nakładła. weż tam skocz i sprójbuj naprawić. jak przyszedłem, to już jeden drugiego zatłukł. - coś ty mu zrobił?! przecież to twój brat był!!! - a tam, (*1)! co, lepszy jest ode mnie?! to już nie jest! poszedłem bezpośrednio do źródła problemu - Lucy, coś ty mu nagadała, że zabił własnego brata?! - że to nie fair. jedni są fajni a drudzy nie? - przecież każdy ma być inny! Fair?! nic dziwnego, że tak masz na nazwisko, Lucy. Ale ja ich uzdrowię! Przecież wystarczy tylko im wytłumaczyć i nie będzie tego syfu... co to właściwie jest, to co im zrobiłaś? - nienawiść z zazdrości. - za długie. może skrócić: "nie z zaz" - albo "za wiść", bo ja wolę od tyłu. - nieważne i tak ich wyleczę, wystarczy im udowodnić, że nie ma czego zazdrościć. - spróbuj, powodzenia. Jn21:21-22 i od tamtej pory tłumaczę - Piotrek, przecież to nie znaczy, do jasnej (*2), że Jana kocha bar...

zostałem sam i tak mi się zrobiło smutno, że poszedłem z tym do Szefa - do ludzi se idź - ty poszedłeś i co? z tego co cię tam spotkało zrobili sobie symbol religijny. no ale poszedłem, jednak to Szef. poszedłem na grupę domową, chociaż znajomy, którego wszyscy znają mnie ostrzegał, że mnie tam nie będą słuchać. - czemu? - bo sami wolą mówić - a jak zaproponuję wspólne milczenie? - jak bedziesz milczał, to już na pewno nie będą Cię słuchać! okazało się, że miał rację. nic tylko gadają. raz nawet napisali kartkę do Szefa: "u nas jest bardzo fajnie, dużo o Tobie mówimy i  śpiewamy, szkoda, że cię tu nie ma." Lucy już też tam coraz rzadziej przychodzi. Kiedyś im nawet wymyśliła taką grę Inkwizycja. Wygrywa lepszy. Ale ludzie szybko się nudzą i odkryli, że są jeszcze lepsze sposoby zacieśniania więzi. Czasem jeszcze jakiś pojedynczy ciągle się chce bawić w Inkwizycję ale to już nie to co kiedyś. Ciągle zmieniają zasady, teraz wolą żeby było bez sprzętu, ż...

przyznam się, że nie bardzo wierzę w te wasze:"żeby było lepiej w nowym roku". przecież każdy doskonale wie co było nie tak. chcesz żeby było inaczej, to już nie rób tak jak było. proste. jak te wasze postanowienia noworoczne trwające 5 minut. i nie mówię tego, żeby zniechęcić, tylko doskonale pamiętam jak mnie Szef wziął na praktyki do Umm Qais. Był tam taki jeden biedak a cała banda znajomych Lucy robiła sobie u niego imprezę; znaczy był opętany albo jak wy to teraz mówicie miał rozszczepienie jaźni. przyjeżdżamy, Szef mi pokazuje jak to się robi, a ci w krzyk, żeby ich nie wyrzucać tylko może by tak tylko wymeldować. no to może w świnie. i od razu miłośnicy zwierząt, albo chrześcijanie, że szkoda boczku, bo dobry. a miażdżyca też dobra?! no ale człowieka nie przekonasz. tylko ten uzdrowiony się ucieszył, że odzyskał życie. wszyscy inni w lament i idź sobie, dobra? taka wasza wola. wiecie co można zrobić, co trzeba zmienić, ale do tej pory odmiana życia człowi...

- ty, kto ty jesteś? nowy? - z góry. Ling.W - no cześć. - robotę mam. - gdzie, tu? w Belu? - no Ba. a gdzie ludzie? - nie uwierzysz...na wieży i poszedł. i pomieszał: Fulosz jak murorz, a z kapsy ci cymynt leci.  Blimey! could yew repeat what please. Nuff said, yeah? jó reggelt ale o co kaman? to ja fenk ju from de małtain i si ju nara i zaczęli się rozchodzić. - no i co żeś to narobił? - to co miałem do zrobienia. - a ty jesteś pewny, że to polecenie szefa? ty czy czasem nie jesteś od Lucy? - no mieli się nie dogadać. - przecież nawet w tym samym jezyku ledwo się dogadywali! a oni tu tak razem pięknie budowali, w jedności siła, nie? - no ale jak sami, sobie, razem, bez Szefa to gdzie zajdą, barany?! - raczej owce... na...manowce, - jeszcze coś? - nie. już żeś narobił, Ling. W i styka.

-szef cię woła na odprawę, jest robota. ciekawe. myślałem, że po tym całym potopie cały świat jest zalany. -słuchaj, trzeba iść tam pomóc...No...eee...się pochorował. -Noe? jak to sie pochorował? przecież miał żyć?! -właśnie po to tam idziesz zawsze jak idę do roboty, coś się chrzani. no nic, zobaczymy coście tam znowy nawyrabiali. pochorował... podejrzane zawsze takie niejasne instrukcje. -ej! żyjesz? brak reakcji, otruł się czy co... ocalony z potopu a się zalał. nie wiem czy kiedykolwiek was zrozumiem. użyłem bodźca. -aaau!!! czego?! ciszej ku...chrrr żyje ale jakiś śnięty taki. poszedłem do jego żony. żeby mu pomóc muszę wiedzieć co nawyrabiał. -no polazł na ogródek i siedział, gapił się w tą tęczę, potem coś tam posadził, idź, zobacz, jakieś owoce...sok se zrobił czy co. w ogrodzie poczułem obecność Lucy. zapach wyraźnie skierował mnie na jakieś owocowe kulki na kiści. -coś ty znowu narobiła? -ja?!!! zawsze ja! wszyscy wszystko zwalają na mnie! przecież ...

I know layD long enough, so we don't have to meet every time. I am more interested in you than her.  She took Lilian.  Lilian was never married and she was giving candies to children.  Lilian waited very long for layD to pick her up.  Quiet and peace.  Finally.  But I took a deep look into guys who came for her body.  Professionally serious and faking respect.  Like dealing with bodies would ever give them immunity.  I can't believe how much you guys love illusion!

Czasem wzywają mnie do nagłych wypadków. Gdy przybyłem na miejsce, zobaczyłem kolegę anioła ze skrzydłami w strzępach Zdecydowanie padł ofiarą przemocy fizycznej. - Co się stało? - Szef mnie wysłał do jednego kościoła. To tam gdzie ludzie każą innym robić różne rzeczy. - Tak, wiem. Śmieszni ci ludzie. - ŚMIESZNI?!!! To według ciebie jest śmieszne?! - Pokazał mi kikut z tego co wcześniej musiało być skrzydłem - Miałem tylko przekazać zwyczajną wiadomość: cokolwiek robicie innym, nie mówcie, że tak chce Szef. Ajjj... Koleś najwyraźniej nigdy wcześniej nie był w kościele. Chociaż z góry znałem odpowiedź, zapytałem: -Posłuchali? Spojrzenie jakim mnie uraczył było godne samej Lucy. Głos mu drżał - Powiedzieli: po pierwsze to jak się chce coś powiedzieć, to się uzgadnia takie rzeczy z przełożonymi. Prawdziwy anioł znał by zasady. Po drugie: anioł to byt duchowy więc nie dałoby się go oskubać...i zaczęli mi demonstrować, że mają rację. Rozpłakał się. Wiedziałem dokąd zmie...

Sometimes I get emergency calls. When I arrived I saw a fellow angel with all his wings shredded.  He had symptoms of violent abuse. 'What's happened?' 'Boss sent me to one of the churches. Church is a place where humans make others do things.'  'Yeah, I know. Humans are funny.' 'FUNNY?!!! Is this funny to you?!' he showed me a stump of his former wing. 'All I got to do was a simple message: It's your business what you are doing to the others, but do not tell this is what the Boss wants.' Poor guy. He has clearly never been to church before. I knew the answer but I asked anyway 'Did they listen?' He gave me the look Lucy would be proud of.  His voice started to tremble. 'They told me that first of all I can't appear like that and say anything without confirming this with authorities. If I were a real angel I'd knew the rules. Secondly angels are spiritual beings so they could never pluck me...then they started proving ...

'My Love...why?' 'Goodbye' 'WHY?! You said you want to be with me now since we reunited. Don't go! I need you.' 'You are so sweet. Full of beautiful words. But I am happy now. Do you want to spoil it? Again?!' 'What about me? I need you in my life.' 'Really? So why you didn't fight for me?  Why you chose your life over me?!  You choose not to hurt others and left me.  Broke my heart.  And now the only reason we are talking is because I was worrying sick about you. I looked for you, not the other way. I wanted to know if you are alright. Now I know you are all good. Always looking for the something,  thing you already have.  So what else do you want?  Mess with me?  You have your life. Your purpose. so why do you want to complicate? you said yourself that would be stupid to repeat the same mistake' But when I saw you, Love, everything thrilled in me.  I felt it.  I know you are my Love!  This doesn't mean anything?!' 'I...

'Hail Healer!'  Illusion mocked me as always. 'very funny, you insolent bitch. what do you want?' 'so rude! why? don't you know?' she was laughing. I hate when she's got a great humor. it always means trouble. 'how's Love? are you two back together?' I knew it. a single moment of happiness and this one comes ruining everything 'how shall I know? all I see is you. so why don't you do me a favor, turn around, ask your twin brother and tell me' silence I knew mentioning Truth always pisses her off 'my brother...' rage was coming 'you want the Truth, is that so?! Well I can give you a bit. At the end of the millennium we know each other forever. But let me ask you first, you egoistic, harmful bastard, why NOT the Truth on the first place, oi? Why are you always come to me first?! Because  you lie to yourself. Truth.  well, let's SEE.... you are being truly self only when you are with her. You said that yourself. Some s...

Love is so beautiful. I wish I could touch her.  Kiss her.  But she's so far away.  and it was me who turned away.  She's even prettier than last time I saw her.  'why are you dancing with LayD?'  Love was always jealous 'because me and you don't dance anymore.'  I know she wants to update, to know a little more about me. million questions she says when we met century ago, we worked together.  we were giving young people hope, point, future 'now I work with old people. preparing them for a meeting with LayD'  'so you don't help? no more healing?'   'I listen to them. it helps'  'why?'  'they all had loved ones. they are full of stories about you. listening about you reminds me our story. some of them met you for a short time. others knew you longer. when I asked them about their life, all they remember is you'  Love looked at me closely. I'm not used to when she's silent.  LayD never speaks.  It's weird...

Desire I remember very well when we were in Paris. Desire has been always very provocative. We were casually sitting, absorbing the atmosphere when she started. I don' t know how she does it. It's just powerful load of expressing herself. Suddenly I see poor fellows being victimized by her charm. Couple guys on a contraction site. And here she goes. She can truly look so intensely atractive that is beyond any description. These guys were stunned. Stopped working. Gazing at her. I bet if talked they would stater. But she blocked their ability to articulate with her seductive domena. 'what are you doing?! Stop it!' I tried to explain danger she puts herself in ' shhhh! Don't spoil it.' she hissed back. Viper. One of these poor guys opened wide his dry mouth with mute disbelief, staring at her tights smoothly sliding one over the other. The another fellow completely forgot what he was doing just a second ago. Only because he met her hungry eyes.  We could both ...

love came back it started at the beginning to experience it as you do i decided to start it i moved hand. i touched kissed. warmth turned into heat almost instantly you all knew that then mess: communication, egoism and possession issues so i thought love doesn't exist if it can be stopped it's all mixture of desire, lust, good wishes, poetry and illusion we want to believe is that why you people get married? because you don't believe, just want to be with someone? when love came she wasn't upset I didn't wait long enough she didn't either messed me up completely turned me upside down, in and out, totally couldn't do ANYTHING without her smell, touch, goosebumps and volcano inside no description available then i tried to stop it will, rules, power of decision you name it. EVERYTHING connected to her destroyed. a lot of time to cover it but just a glimpse proved NOTHING changed NOTHING at all.

destiny is a typical human concept. you define things based on observation. but you don't get it in full. you are capable of abstract thinking, but within your mind limits. that's why you can't comprehend it. you struggle to get the full idea of time (Albert got a glimpse).  there is always : before, now and after for you. that's why you think destiny is some sort of power upon you (typical human insecurity) you cannot fight, change. whatever you think, however destiny seems destructible it was so nice to see you, Love. you look even more beautiful than I saw you last time  

just met a girl, one of you. Lucy bullied her with sadness. she wasn't on my rota so instead of healing her I called the ambulance. I'm seriously impressed with your medical skills and knowledge.   Diagnosis  Anxiety attack we spent a moment together. after some time she will think she was lucky. even she didn't want any help and gasping for air she was apologetic for herself that she bothered me, wasted my time. this is exactly why you don't understand happiness. you have theories, you write about it and make movies but when happiness comes, you want more, longer, different or refuse it feeling that you are not worthy.  happiness is like a snowflake. chance of catching one is high but only when it snows.  every single snowflake is different, individual like you.  pretty beautiful  when you froze it to keep it longer, microphotograph it to analize... so funny you clearly don't have a clue purpose  reason why sadness when it melts on your hand...

I met layD today. I like her very much. she seems very sweet although I know what kind of inside she's got. she's younger than me. we walked down the river. beautiful. romantic. why? I like her. I miss her sometimes. she's not like my other colleagues i mentioned about her before. but you will meet her. once. every one of you. Halloween is the only time she is cheerful. like tomorrow's wedding or something... all night party... looking at you with disbelief and a bit of curiosity. you try to trivialize her you are laughing today but when you meet her in person you are mostly scared. interesting. we don't meet often it's either me or her we can't visit you at the same time. I remember once I came to visit one of you. I felt chill when I came in the house but didn't see her yet. Came to see a person and felt there was something wrong. he was sick for a long time and he got his bed separate and so on... but I see his wife came to lay next to him, both huggi...

There was a little girl on a train station. Her daddy jumped inside the coach while she and her mummy were running behind. That was when she cried terrified for the first time. The real shriek of horror and bursting with anger, frustration and sense of lost, happened when daddy tried to block the door with her scooter and favourite toy attached to it, fell straight under the train's wheels. 'It was just a toy' everybody thought. Except the girl. Another, entirely different girl in entirely different place was playing with her friends. Suddenly the world around her exploded with fire, dust, smoke and layD dancing around.  They showed her in the news asking you why the lider of her country kills his own people. I hear your mind outbursting: 'how dare you comparing those two!' The truth is you don't give a shit about either of them. equally and that's the comparison.  You create definition of words like empathy. But it's just a word or empty sound.  The emp...

I realize that you don't fully understand what I mean. You might think it's some sort of fantasy or poetic metaphor. So let me give you an example of how it works. She lived close.  Not going to tell you who she was, because firstly it's confidential, and secondly I don'd want Monica to feel uncomfortable.  The need of healing is always in your eyes. You can smile, laugh or be sad, but it doesn't change the look of suffering soul. I can see it clearly.  I was surprised to discover that some of you could spot it as well. I never understood why you are not helping each other when you could see suffering.  Why? And being focused on your own pain is not an excuse. Trust me on that: helping others truly heals you. Anyway.     We met. I looked at her eyes. I knew. It's natural for me.  I don't need to be encouraged. I'm not tired. Never fed up with you... I just do it.  First she thought we are going to be physical. Getting physical... I mentioned that ...

the point is: we don't need faith. only you. and I'm really impressed of you. the way you created faith, improved.  before there was no need for that.  I mean you didn't need believing. you knew. as much as we. you were here with us. you were so much more similar to us at the beginning... then your messed up nature. you always want more and more.  wanted to know. to be like Boss.  over everything. like Lucy and just look where did it bring you now.  creating all this illusion around yourself just to make your existence bearable.   we don't need faith, because we know.  we know what it used to be certain for you. for us it's just obedience and consequences. and you?  blaming Lucy of everything. true, she messed you up. but you have a lot of her in you. just don't want to admit it. now you are vulnerable. you need me.  do you think I exist for you? I don't have to know. it doesn't matter to me, because I am obedient. if i am because of you, I'm...

fascinated how quickly you lose ability to experience pure, ultimate and overwhelming joy. why? you can't replace it with desire drive and pleasure. it's not the same.  with desire comes 'more'. with pleasure 'not enough'. joy is like happiness.  that is why you have less and less of it. but you don't have to. don't calculate it you can not organize it scheduling,  exercising,  daily routine joy... no way remember? it wasn't that long ago when you were laughing jumping no reason needed why? why not! it's much healthier. i'm worried about you