Today's interest...
I'm still creating "Texas Tales from a Lone Star" videos for my new YouTube channel. I have 28 on there now. Tonight, I'm going through my footage of Gabriel. In this episode, Gabe flew from Orlando to Austin, as he did many times. We ate at LongHorn Steakhouse. We went to Harley Davidson. He rented a Harley. He drove it to the Oasis Restaurant on Lake Travis. We must have eaten again, that's what the photos indicate. It's been 3 1/2 years, I just checked the date. I don't remember that particular numbered tattoo on his arm either. It's just like Tony's, a fellow musician we know.
I remember how Tony's shocked me twenty years ago. He was on stage singing, playing bass, slinging his long hair, like everyone else in the dingy dark room, when I first saw it. The venue was called the Dungeon. I'm pretty sure I would have written about this in my first book. I should go read it, refresh my memory. I think it was in Tampa, yeah, sounds right. You don't know, I do. It's underground knowledge. Gabe took me. "She's with me," he said at the door to curious gazes. I didn't fit. Gabe said, "She's with me." The doors opened. Now I know what the number means. It just means the mastered physical realm. Thank you, ancient Biblical Hebrew studies. I have a tab open on my desktop as I write this, two actually, Genesis 1 and Judges 11. I just retranslated it. That's what I do. That's how I know. I also know because of the path I've walked. Doors open.
I also remember Gabe's watchful eyes when he had first introduced me to his Death Metal band members. They were practicing. Gabe brought me in, pretty, blonde, blue eyes, sweet. I remember Tony was especially curious. We are talking underground, old-school, legendary original Tampa Death Metal icons here. The makers of the music. The makers of the albums with the hand-drawn art because they did everything themselves. Independent. Real. These guys had dibs on the earliest band names, the ones everyone wants now. The names only available in the very beginning. Names like "Death." Try buying Death dot com - like that. That's what I mean. The early names. The now unavailable names.
I remember the expressions when I said I wrote Contemporary Christian Music. I especially remember Gabe's expression as he watched it dawn on them. He liked that. Alpha male. Opposite world. Shocking them. Gabe said, "Go buy them a 6 pack, Angel." I never buy beer. I hate beer, always have. It's not Christian. To me. I just smiled sweetly and went and bought it, then brought it back to them at the practice place. I remember the look in their eyes as I handed it to them. It wasn't Christian to them, either. Puzzled. I called Gabriel "elohim." It means "gods, judges, rulers." Whoever translated our King James Bible got it wrong. It stayed wrong. Our theology universities still have it wrong. "Elohim" does not mean "God." It means "gods, judges, rulers." Of what? The physical realm. That's what Gabe is. The spiritual realm. That's what I am. There are rules. God has it beautifully designed. No one knows because I can't get anyone to actually see what I can see. Maybe someday. That's why I write.
I sent Gabe some pictures I took of that day a couple of weeks ago. He responded with a heart. God's had me on an indescribable adventure. He showed me worlds, he taught me. He taught me YinYang. "Seek and ye will find," is the hint Jesus gave us. He knew. Read my short-story "Seraphim." HERE
Back to the Harley Davidson at the Oasis story... A bit later, I guess after we ate, I got on back with my camera. Gabe taught me in Orlando. I have pictures. I remember. I filmed us riding the Harley all over the hills around the Oasis and good views of the multi-decked, multi-million dollar facility perched on the edge of the lake. One of my favorite places. I'm seeing what I need to do to take the footage I took that day and turn it into a video. I just now finished turning it into a story.
I love this shot of Gabe.
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Written October 25, 2024 at 8:55 pm
