Post by Colt Forte on Sept 19, 2011 22:56:45 GMT -5
Order of Chaos
There a places we should not go to.
The scene is Jahov Church in Lino, New Hampshire. Its extremely cold here. Its starting to snow and with the way the wind blows it sounds like a banshee out there, like some tortured soul.
I came here because I saw this place in a National Geographic years ago. In it was a story about a church that was built on a fault. Like the one at Yosemite. Now the church keeps building up heat within it but when its cold…When its cold it seems to rain within the church. Something to do with the
I feel so tired, like I can barely walk. It takes so much strength to just not go to sleep, but sleep is all I need right now. For some reason I keep thinking if I sleep for 15 hours I might feel better. And maybe that is so, but as it stands now. I cannot sleep.
Anyway in this church, moisture rains in many places but none more than on the statue of Christ and the Virgin Mary, how coincidental that the rain falls right on their faces. Christ seems to look at you and cry, our mother seems to look down on us and cry. And rightfully they should cry. How far we’ve fallen from our links to each other. Brotherhood and goodwill seem to have died.
We were all friends at one time were we not? What changed? I wish I could say but I don’t think I have a clue. In the long time ago we’d all stick around backstage after shows and we’d talk, we’d hang out and have a few laughs. We were friends, but more than that we were family. But all things come to an end. All things end.
As I walk into the Jahov church we are instantly greeted by what seems a cold moisture, the wood seems thicker and less sturdy to that in here. The pews have some nice plastic covering but its easy to see that its not enough to save the rotting wood. There is a cloudy fog over the stained glass, the type you get when when cold meets warm, like when you put your mouth on glass and let your breath fog it up. The floor looks wet but it is not, they have janitors, custodians, and volunteers mopping the place 24/7,. Its slick but not wet. I have been in a place like this, and it truly is an act of god such a place was built much less exists. It is beautiful and horrible all in its own way.
There are maybe 3-4 people in here at this hour, the next mass wont be till 7pm. So I have time to marvel and wander. For the most part most people don’t pay much attention to me. You’d figure in a place like this outsiders would stick out like a sore thumb.
I soon find a nice pew alone and in the shadows near the right hand side. You must understand this isn’t a small church, it has a second story, it has a huge glass ceiling, it is a tourist attraction as much as it is a holy place.
I sit there for a moment and not sure what to do. I don’t remember the last time I prayed. But I know how to pray. I’ve done it many times. I say a prayer for my mother. And may she rest in peace. I say another prayer for a friend, and I know god owes me no favors, but may he grant him some mercy and some grace upon him. I say another prayer for my brother, nothing but hoping he is well.
And that is it, I am done. I get up quietly and I walk away, so much so I feel as if I have done something wrong, that its some sort of sin to walk away from here without having asked more. Without having asked for more. But god has enough to do I guess. I leave.
As I walk out and get hit by the terrible white coldness. I hurriedly close my jacket and I high tail it to the a cab. Funny how in todays world theres an atm inside a church as there was one here, atm inside their own gift show where you can buy tshirts and mugs haha. Theres a little stream of cabs waiting to skoot you away to somewhere you can sin again.
I think about having the cabbie take me to a bar. But I think otherwise. I just tell him to take me to my hotel. There is a terrible heat that hits me in the backseat. He knows before I say anything and he says “the heater is busted so I either sweat or I freeze, I figure I open a window and I even out.” So I say true enough, besides a little warmth isn’t a bad thing, and the hotel is 5 minutes away.
I came here because I saw this place in a National Geographic years ago. In it was a story about a church that was built on a fault. Like the one at Yosemite. Now the church keeps building up heat within it but when its cold…When its cold it seems to rain within the church. Something to do with the
I feel so tired, like I can barely walk. It takes so much strength to just not go to sleep, but sleep is all I need right now. For some reason I keep thinking if I sleep for 15 hours I might feel better. And maybe that is so, but as it stands now. I cannot sleep.
Anyway in this church, moisture rains in many places but none more than on the statue of Christ and the Virgin Mary, how coincidental that the rain falls right on their faces. Christ seems to look at you and cry, our mother seems to look down on us and cry. And rightfully they should cry. How far we’ve fallen from our links to each other. Brotherhood and goodwill seem to have died.
We were all friends at one time were we not? What changed? I wish I could say but I don’t think I have a clue. In the long time ago we’d all stick around backstage after shows and we’d talk, we’d hang out and have a few laughs. We were friends, but more than that we were family. But all things come to an end. All things end.
As I walk into the Jahov church we are instantly greeted by what seems a cold moisture, the wood seems thicker and less sturdy to that in here. The pews have some nice plastic covering but its easy to see that its not enough to save the rotting wood. There is a cloudy fog over the stained glass, the type you get when when cold meets warm, like when you put your mouth on glass and let your breath fog it up. The floor looks wet but it is not, they have janitors, custodians, and volunteers mopping the place 24/7,. Its slick but not wet. I have been in a place like this, and it truly is an act of god such a place was built much less exists. It is beautiful and horrible all in its own way.
There are maybe 3-4 people in here at this hour, the next mass wont be till 7pm. So I have time to marvel and wander. For the most part most people don’t pay much attention to me. You’d figure in a place like this outsiders would stick out like a sore thumb.
I soon find a nice pew alone and in the shadows near the right hand side. You must understand this isn’t a small church, it has a second story, it has a huge glass ceiling, it is a tourist attraction as much as it is a holy place.
I sit there for a moment and not sure what to do. I don’t remember the last time I prayed. But I know how to pray. I’ve done it many times. I say a prayer for my mother. And may she rest in peace. I say another prayer for a friend, and I know god owes me no favors, but may he grant him some mercy and some grace upon him. I say another prayer for my brother, nothing but hoping he is well.
And that is it, I am done. I get up quietly and I walk away, so much so I feel as if I have done something wrong, that its some sort of sin to walk away from here without having asked more. Without having asked for more. But god has enough to do I guess. I leave.
As I walk out and get hit by the terrible white coldness. I hurriedly close my jacket and I high tail it to the a cab. Funny how in todays world theres an atm inside a church as there was one here, atm inside their own gift show where you can buy tshirts and mugs haha. Theres a little stream of cabs waiting to skoot you away to somewhere you can sin again.
I think about having the cabbie take me to a bar. But I think otherwise. I just tell him to take me to my hotel. There is a terrible heat that hits me in the backseat. He knows before I say anything and he says “the heater is busted so I either sweat or I freeze, I figure I open a window and I even out.” So I say true enough, besides a little warmth isn’t a bad thing, and the hotel is 5 minutes away.
Friends or Foes...
As I ride and think I start to think of my coming opponent next week. The inevitable task that is Odin Balfore. Odin and I have no history, no past, we don’t really know each other. He is fun and whimsical and everythings a joke. All the worlds a stage as far as Mike is concerned. He is UWA’s very own comedic act along with everyone else here in the UWA. It seem's you take nothing serious here.
But me, i'm a polar opposite. I take everything and everyone seriously. I don’t laugh much, hardly smile. I don’t care about the world, I only care bout my little corner of the world. And that’s enough for me.
Odin, you had a big at the ppv. Yes you did. No one didn’t take you seriously because you don’t take yourself seriously. And so they underestimated you. The so called hottest couple took you for granted. But unlike them I will not underestimate you. I know exactly what you are capable of even if you aren’t aware of what you are capable of. One thing UWA has taught me is that no one is ever safe or unbeatable.
I take a step in the right direction when this match landed right on my lap. It was practically given to me like I am some loser. I am not. I am the real deal, I am just not showing it at the moment.
But it seems that some people just don't realise when they've got the wrong end of the stick, that it’s much easier to blindly an’ aggressively try an’ deal with a problem that just isn’t there, than consider the idea that they must just be actin’ like a bit of a dickhead…isn’t that right Odin?
I must admit, I won't say that you are riding somebody's coat-tails, because that isn't the case at all. You're an exceptional talent, and nobody can deny that. You're so good for being your age.. big and tall. for real, You could easily dethrone me, especially now that I am injured. Regardless, while I know that you are loaded with talent, I also know that you aren't invincible. UWA Hottest Couple can testify to this.
When I came back to UWA, Odin.. you weren't even a part of the original plan. You were just in my way. But now? You're a full-on pawn. Don't you see through the fog of war, Odin?
Order of Chaos is coming to UWA.
You don't understand? That’s ok we’re not warriors, not even good wrestlers but we can be more than most if we just try. Nothing bad ever came out of trying. We gotta try and hope for the best.
UWA is like the church I was just in. It rains and it cries for us. But we give nothing back but more problems. I wish I could be different. But I know Im not.
I exit the cab and get into my hotel and soon I am in the comfort of my own room. Home sweet home for a moment, my true home not for a few days.
eNd
Colt Forte
'FUTURE' Hall of Famer
Colt Forte
'FUTURE' Hall of Famer
