I don’t have too many memories of when I was a kid… I still don’t know if I see that a a bless or a curse… Selective amnesia. My brain has cleverly blocked most my life between the ages of 6 and 14… I remember a few shards of things… clips and snippets… I remember being in protests with my parents where thousands of people participated… in Chile… during the Pinochet dictatorship… I remember people disappearing… I remember taking a can of Tear Gas on my head once and being rushed away as the Carabineros advanced on the group I was with once… I remember basecamp in Tunken and Tierra de Fe and camping for months at the time… It was fun hunting rabbits and going for horse rides… I stil remember devotional times where over 300 people would simply go quiet and stop wherever they were doing and meditate on the day ahead at the sound of a gong first thing in the morning before getting on with whatever was planned for the day.
I reember Discipline… Almost Militar fashion discipline…
I remember Mission Trips all over south America and our Scout Group.
I remember growing up to the word Revolution being a constant part of my daily life.
I remember not being allowed to play with most kids my age and spending afternoons studying and wishing I could go outside and play. I’ve been told later that I was being groomed to take part of the leadership of the next generation of the MRJ.
I remember having all that taken away from me and having to flee the country back to Brazil where things weren’t too easy for a while…
I don’t remember much from after we went back to Brazil… not until I was about 16 years old…
Your brain is a clever little thing isn’t it?
To be honest I have no idea why I decided to wrote about that today… That is a subject not a lot of people know about and one I avoid at all costs because it still brings on a lot of pain.
I suppose I’d have to touch the subject in my blog at some point… it is part of The Journey I’m on… So in a way… to try and understand who I am it helps to understand where I came from…
If you know me you will know that I have HUGE problems with the Church as an institution… But in many ways I miss the community aspect of it… the social aspect… I spent too many days in the middle of Shanty Towns in social projects to simply sit back and ignore the world around me.
That is all part of who I am… And my beliefs structure might have changed immensely since I first got started… But I can’t turn my back on the good things I’ve acquired on the way…
I think it’s time to give back…
Talking to Hales last week I realised that there is one huge part of my life that I’ve been trying to ignore… But by doing so I’ve been setting myself out to fail at anything I do professionally because I have my heart set somewhere else. I wasn’t made to sit behind a desk working from 9 to 5… The thought of if makes me feel sick… I miss beng involved with things and doing good for a change.
I feel at my best when I am on the move… and Office Politics just piss me off… If things need to be done I much rather they get done than a committee gets created to discuss if it can be done (That was my biggest problem with the church)… I’m practical… sometimes too practical… Arian true and true… 
I’ve heard for rat too long that we are here to start a Revolution? Me? I rather Join the Rebellion!
This is the next thing I am fixing…
Time to do some good for a change…
To be Continued…
