Easter Sunday March 31,2024

Christ is risen. Hallelujah! 

 I arrived late for the St. Barnabus Anglican Service.  It had been a toss up if I was going to be able to be  there at all.  I’d finally bought a new right sized mattress and a leather couch from the Brick. I’d asked they deliver Sunday afternoon as I’d be in church Sunday morning. Last night the automatic notice said they’d arrive between 830 and 11. I also had a meeting of the Western Canada Doctors in Recovery.  I’d also been attending the North Shore Round Up this weekend and their spiritual speaker was usually Sunday morning.  

I wanted my couch.  I’d called the Junk folk and had the one destroyed by cat and dog removed last week.  I’d been in a camp chair this week.  I’m so spoiled. I like to lie on the couch and watch tv 7 to 9 , my relaxation before reading for bed.  The destroyed couch was leaking innards and uncomfortable for my back.  Dr. Ready the chiropracter had fit me in on Thursday because he was going away for the weekend.  I was thankful for the few days of relief and had been walking a lot.  I’ve taken Madigan to his favourite off leash dog park each day. It’s also a favourite of other small dog owners. He now barks when we drive by.

I enjoyed the WDIR meeting and figured those I knew as Christian would have church services at 11.  Because St. Barnabus is shared on Sunday with the United church our service is at 10.  I enjoyed the meeting knowing I’d need to leave if the couch arrived. It arrived at 10 15.  

I love moving guys. I worked as a mover in London a half century ago. I actually moved a piano up three flights of stairs. Now I watched as the three guys took my king mattress which I had replaced the California King Matrees when I wanted a Queen mattress which fit the bed frame.  In Covid I just sucked up errors others made glad for what I got. Madigan had made a cave beside the bed under the overhanging King.  Now I have space around the mattress.  Changing the sheets won’t be a nightmare. I’ll even have room in the closet and drawers now accessible for clothing. 

I love the couch. It’s genuine leather and a power recliner. The minute the movers left I reclined on it. I’ve put the bed cover on the mattress and put a lock on the bed room door.  Madigan likes to chew on toys on the bed damaging sheets and pillow and comforters .  He’s three now.  The last three year of puppy have been an experience.  He is why I can’t have ‘nice ‘ things.’ The day he tore up the goose down comforter was most memorable. He was so proud he’d slayed big bird.  The cat and he like to scratch the couch.  The cat has died and I’ve not replaced him .  He loved to scratch leather.  Madigan still will bury a bone in the couch so I’m getting a cover . He’s outgrown his worst behaviours but frankly I don’t trust him.  I’m hopeful I’ll find a couch cover at Walmart or I’ll just get another mexican blanket.  He’s banned from the bedroom when I’m away. That’s when he’s gets up to most mischief.  As for the couch I plan to watch him like a hawk. It’s a really nice couch ..

My frienda are bear hunting April 1.. I’m supposed to be studying advanced towing so I can pull my big toy hauler. I could just load the camper on the truck and take guns and dog out to the woods for a week.  I’m not that much of a fan of bear meat .  I would like driving about on the quad with Madigan. I can take the Starlink and computer and continue to work virtual so I’d have some time away to justify loading the camper on the truck. I used to do that for a few days whereas now its a lot of work and being able to have a longer weekend or spread hunting over two weekends is better. 

Today the sunny weather makes that all appealing but when it’s raining and cold I’d just as soon be home . I’m not enjoying rain and cold , not that I ever did.

The oysters here at the Boathouse were delicious . Now the clam chowder has arrived . We loved the walk along the sea wall.  The flowers in bloom are beautiful.  Harbinger of the Tulip festival I will attend this month .  Rituals.

My Oxford course on Rituals and Religions begins soon. I’ve begun reading the book and looking forward to study and learning

The opposite of addiction is connection was the topic of WDIR.  The NSRoud Up theme was community.  The disease of alcoholism and addiction so negatively affect the brain reward pathways that we become anxious and depressed listening to the delusional thinking, last night’s speaker called ‘alcalogic’. A good term.  

Here I am in the sunshine another Easter Day,  My dog has finished his burger and wants my attention. He doesn’t like fish so the oysters and clam chowder both would be wasted on him. I’m loving the spring sunshine.  This clam chowder is delicious. 

Boathouse New Westminster is becoming again a true favourite for dining.

Christ has risen.  Hallelujah.  I enjoyed seeing Priest Emily and talking with Helen and Margaret.  God is good all of the time.  Thank you Jesus. 

  

Good Friday 2024

I am here and now in the multiverse. I imagine that the cross has been made and is waiting for Jesus to carry it along the Via Dolorosa.  The tale of Government, Church and World authority falsely accusing, betraying, torturing, beating and humiliating the Son of God who came to earth to teach and heal is in the DNA.  My mother taught me to pray on my knees beside my bed beside her, sharing faith and love.  My Dad joked and said he belonged to the Round Church where there weren’t any corners that the devil could catch him in.  

Tonight all creation past, present, and future with be rent with the sigh of the dying human, Jesus.  In years gone by I have felt more religious, more ‘with it’ spiritually.Today there’s a conventionality and less emotionality of the prodigal son.  It’s less I was lost and now I’m found than it is the footprints in the sand. I still love Phillips Book, Your God is Too Small.

Yesterday I picked up From Black Land to Fifth Sun , the book by Fagan about sacred places.

I have been blessed to have been to London, Rome and Jerusalem. It was as important as my visit to Maguerafelt and Aberdeen.  Perhaps the whole of earth feels holy compared to other planets though an infinite number of Jesus may have incarnated everywhere and every when. Or this is a shattered holographic plate or minuscule strand of DNA.  The microcosm and microcosm.  

Jesus prays this day preparing to do his Father’s will, truthfully, not relatively truthfully but truthfully, no approximation but fateful and determined wedding the free will of Creator and creation.  

I am small and vulnerable and find solace in Good Friday.  Maybe with my death I’ll rent the skies and conquer hell and rise to heaven showing my friends my scars before I fly.  Good Friday is more relatable with the cur Trudeau our Local Herod throwing taxes and police at us Canadians and using his troops to trample with horse peaceful demonstrators. I suppose Biden is Pontius Pilote and perhaps Xi Jin Ping or Putin is.  Any one of them might be Tiberius.  Tiberius , Roman Emperor at the time of the Crucifixion of Jesus and the boss of Pontius Pilate and superior to Herod, he doesn’t get the phlegm he deserves.  The fear of authority on earth is such that the ‘middle management’ Pontinus Pilate gets blamed while Tiberius is not on the front lines, a back room leader, a money man, maybe Klaus or Gates or Rothschild , some person who can keep their name out of the records so the Pope, Constantine the direct descendent of the Roman Empire and Tiberius, can be whitewashed. The winner writes history.

The times were worse than today with Baccanalia, animal sex and scenes to make the Kardasians Blush, the Roman Empire so much more refined that the courts of Atilla the Hun, Gheghis Khan, Sultans andd Moguls, Pagan superstions,and later Mohamed and worst of all the godless communist murderers Lenin and Mao with their execution chambers for innoscents and intelligent .  Like the gas chambers of Auschwitz for Jews,  Gypsy’s, Polish and homosexuals by the nightmare Hitler, a little man, a corporal .  All of this is within for the past is gone like degraded computer memories.  Zeros and ones in binary codes  dissipate with time.

There is only now. This day, Good Friday.  I will move through it and feel nauseous with the pain and suffering, the crown of thorns and look forward with the faith my mother shared and hope Easter Sunday. I love the trumpets and cries of ‘hallelujah! He is risen!’  but now much reflect on the cross.

Jesus was the good son. Like my brother. I’ve been the black sheep all my life. The prodigal son. Much loved and blessed. Not too ironically as my parents saved my life countless times when I was young I saved my parents life when they were old. The circles are more truth as they spiral like twin helixes while we kid ourselves with snippet linearity or old Jerusalem and New Jerusalem. Meanwhile the Buddhists with nihilism and black humor chuckle at the ego and seeking the Hindu self beyond maya and desire.  I am the river make me the sea.  We go to God. Somehow  here we gather stuff ,  circumstance and storage lockers and clothing,  yet we come naked and go naked.  The worm turns.  I am Thee not this.  I choose. You choose.

This Day God died and rose again like the sun with night and day like impermanence. There is science and adventures and travel bit nothing permanent save God. .  And  perhaps taxes.  The oldest law is the Chinese Law of the Fish: there are big fish and little fish. The little fish must be fast and numerous. 

I’m not so fast with age but there may be an infinite number of me. Larvae and caterpillar and butterfly. Competing sperm and egg. Gulags and prisons can’t keep me anymore than Jesus, My Lord.  The Bible is the most banned book.  It’s is the most dangerous book.  Not the Old Testament, the old news,  but the Gospel.  The Good News.  

Jesus was a Jew killed by Jews.  God was a god that killed God.  Ouroborus.  A tale of wine and wafer. This is my blood shed for you. The sacrifice. . The illusions of light and shadow.  Here in the darknesss of Good Friday I am alone and confused and could easily deny my maker till the rooster cried .  I don’t listen. 

I am a sinner, that magic word that archer’s used to say they ‘missed the mark’. I am not a perfect shot. I’m a good man, good enough perhaps, struggling and trying and falling and getting up like the toddler I am. A baby really. I’m facing the time when fitted sheets and beds beckon.  I will go gentle into that still night. I will end the long dark night of the soul.  And some time today the universe will rent.   I will feel the depth of human failure like the Mariana Trench. 

I will cry , Eli, Eli Lama sabachtthani. My God, My God Why hast thou forsaken me.  And I will pray that I am here this Sunday.

Thank you Jesus. Thank you God.  Thank you Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.

New Westminster Quayside and the Boathouse Restaurant

New Westminster Quayside is a terrific walk along the working Frazer River where it splits into several channels.  The townhouses along the shore have a wonderful view ,though back enough from the shore to allow room for a lovely flowered walk.  

The sun has come out so I’m able to sit outside in the Boathouse Balcony. I’m waiting for Arctic Char truly one of the world’s finest white fish. I was about to order fish and chips , the standard cod, when I saw this delicacy on the menu and remembered having it here ‘before Covid’.  I’m having it grilled today and think the last time I had it broiled. 

Arctic Char is a fish I was blessed to have when I worked as a fly in doctor in Yukon, Northern BC and the North West Territories. It’s caught further north.  The patient who regularly gifted me with the fish I grew to love caught the Char in Franklin Bay named after one of Canada’s foremost intrepid sailors and explorers.

I’ve ordered Madigan a burger since he’s not fond of fish and prefers steak but settles for burger.  As he believes MacDonalds the best and devours those readily , with better burgers from finest restaurant he’s said he’d pass, but gladly has them later at night. Meat is meat .  Here there’s so much distraction like the cute little poodle who just came by and sniffed his genitals with the pretty Asian dog owners encouraging the meet and greet.  

I loved the flowers blooming today. Spring!  

I felt badly having slept in this morning and missed Palm Sunday church service.  I’d stayed up later watching Guy Ritchie’s (of My Winnipeg fame) incredibly intriguing and at times very wry The Gentleman series.  I posted how much I was enjoying it and as often happens my Facebook friends agreed, loving it too.  I rarely stay up late and yet there I was at 1 am hardly able to pull myself away.  Holy Week began and I was asleep with my lamp not lit. I’d better pick up my game.  

The serenity of this place is certainly a move in the right direction.  I prefer it to the rush and chaos of the Stanley Park Seawall where cyclists collect points for terrifying walkers. Still I’d like to get down to English Bay one of these days and enjoy the vibe and maybe walk over to Kits beach to watch some Beach Volleyball.

After being in Arizona and Southern Colifornia in the winter I came back having made a pact with myself to get out and enjoy this incredible city.  Covid had me too isolated in doors.  And taking too long to recover.

My goodness was that delicious! The Arctic Char was grilled to perfection. The little potatoes and zucchini and carrots exactly right firmness.  I tasted Madigan’s burger and it was really good too. Madigan cocakapooe’d the burger and licked his lips ready for more.

I’m enjoying a second cappuccino.

What a great outing. Sunday afternoon at its best!

BC Outdoor Day

BC Outdoor Show was a huge success. I drove out to Chilliwack in the morning leaving poor Madigan to guard the house. As it turned out there were dogs at the event and he could have come along. Next year.

Kevin and Anna with their children Izek, Alex, Kendra Bobby and Billy were going to be there and had left before me.  It was in the Chilliwack’s Convention centre in Chilliwack’s Heritage Park.  When I entered I saw a wide range of sport boats, ATV’s and trailers. I pretty much have everything I could want for hunting, fishing and camping but love the trailers.  Great workmanship. My quad now sits in an open trailer covered by a tarp. The beauty of enclosed trailers is that they protect the equipment, are safer but also can be used as camping accommodation once the quad is out.  

I caught up with Kevin and Anna and the God kids at the archery display.  Willy was riding on Kevin’s shoulders and Anna was teaching Bobby to shoot a bow.  Together we walked around the exhibits. I most enjoyed seeing a video of Izek’s first bear on display at the Italian Sporting Store. I’d bought my first Browning Cross Bow in the 80’s from Italian and shortly after shot a deer. A friend of Kevin’s was videographer Ashley who does great out door films.  Kevin is writing delightfully entertaining stories of himself and family hunting fishing and camping. Originally from the Maritimes, Kevin is following in the footsteps of Farley Mowat.  While we were there he even had ‘fans’ coming up and expressing their enjoyment of his humor.  With the 5 little characters from his story all about it was hard for him to be camouflaged.  The kids had also enjoyed the Big horn Sheep hats and advertising stickers from each of the booths they collected and wore.

Anna who has taken up taxidermy enjoyed most the leather working folk while the kids met up with other kids.  A true family event. We stopped at the Heritage Hut inside for hotdogs and poutine.  I was interested in the Canadian made Kodiak rifle and some other 223 semi auto’s which had not been moved from non restricted to restricted rating when dictator Trudeau tried to outlaw any rifle not painted pink.. I understood the concern for the AR 15 since the communist chinese had developed working to alter the semi automatic rifles to automatic and naturally everyone was concerned about Communist China after the Wuhan Lab leak and spies being found with stockpiles of the AR 15 parts. I was upset because in the typical anti American Trudeau family nonsense they outlawed my Ruger Mini 14 semi auto ranch rifle the one I’d used for shooting so many rabbits and served so many farmers from varmint protection.  Now here were these equivalent Israeli and Canadian and other equivalent rifles not outlawed.  I was tempted to buy the Kodiak but resisted the impulse though was really glad to have the chance to handle one at the Chilliwack gun stores exhibit. 

Alex was fascinated by demonstrations of new moving fishing lures and told me about the fishing rod he’d bought himself.  The knife exhibit was something else and I don’t know how I resisted buying another knifes since all the very best were represented.  It’s not unusual for me to resist buying something at a trade show only to purchase it a year or two later. Certainly that was the case with my Harley Electroglide and Honda Pioneer ATV.  Trade shows are so much more exciteing and 3 dimentional than Amazon and the catalogues that are so much apart of the shopping geography today.

I really did enjoy the kids. Kendra is becoming a beautiful young lady fortunately following her mother Anna’s.  I imagine the boys will all have ZZ top beards one day like their grizzled father. I loved when Kevin bought Bobby and Willy toy keeps they just dropped to the floor oblivious of passers and turned the carpet there into some Indie 500 off road track of a child’s mind. 

It was a great Saturday and one of the best all round Outdoor show’s attended at a perfect venue.  Later this year I’m planning on hunting in the area of where Kevin hunts with his family if only to be able to radio for help if I shoot big game. I’ve had to admit that despite the help of my Quad and winch I still would anticipate having a really hard and likely unsafe time getting big game out of the woods.  I really want to eat more venison and maybe moose but I don’t need the hundred and thousands of pounds of meat so would gladly trade for some hauling muscle if I’m succesful as I fear slipping and falling breaking something at an age when healing takes long. I’m humbled by age remembering nostalgically when I carried quarters of moose out of the woods and ran down a mountain side carrying a black tail over my shoulders.  Kevin’s got some little men and women to help him along with Anna who insists on doin the skinning so she can get the best hides.

All round a great day.  All that was missing my my little guy, the great grouse retriever, Cockapoo Madigan.  Next year he’ll come along for sure. 

  

Alcoholism, Addiction, Spirituality and Science

Alcoholism, a moral deficiency

Alcoholism , a character defect

Alcoholism and addiction, weakness

Alcoholism and addiction disease of the brain

Alcoholism and addiction disease of the mind

Alcoholism and addiction,  delusional disorder

Alcoholism and addiction, demonic attraction

Alcoholism and addiction, cancer of the brain.

Alcoholism and addiction, recurring , relapsing, lifelong propensity to relapse

Alcoholism and addiction treatable mental illness

FEAR - Fuck Everything and Run.  FEAR - FACE everything and REcovery.   FEAR - false evidence appearing reall

Alcoholism and addiction, learned coping mechanism,

Alcoholism and addiction impaired reward system.

Alcoholism and addiction a response to anomie.

Alcoholism and addiction a political weapon

Alcoholism and addiction a business interest

Christianity

I can sense the presence of a higher power. I know I didn’t create this world I wake to.  This morning I am in an elaborate set and ongoing story. If I created this then it’s higher power within me, like the French philosopher’s Overself.  The very idea of a creator whether within or transcendent isn’t an issue. I don’t feel alone. I am here with my dog but there’s also a sense of something more with awareness as I have awareness.

I have a story of the Bible that I wake each day with.  Jesus Christ.  Son of God.  I have this idea that God, the creator, gave his son to the world.  I imagine a factory owner sending family in to check out the project. I have no trouble with that.

Even the virgin birth doesn’t cause me concern.  Miracles abound even though much later we may retrospectively ‘explain’ them with science as yet unknown, a miracle in its self.  The world is unfolding like a story.  So I believe the Bible thus far.  

I’m not sure of St. Paul.  He carries some blood sacrifice ideas and seems to have Jesus as a fatted calf.  I don’t follow that. There was the Old Testament story of the rejection of child murder for God so the ‘explanation’ that God would ‘sacrifice’ his son.  I don’t know.  I have no difficulty with Jesus as Rainbow. His death is like a cosmic event following the flood. I see the symbolic significance.  Perhaps that’s the death of children event. Jesus loved little ones.  

I don’t like that there are no dogs and cats in the story.

I have no difficulty that man, the government and church and foolish men in groups, would crucify the emissary of God.  I had a vision of the solar system having a beware sign for teens joy riding space mobiles. “Don’t go there they kill God.”

So I believe that the message is that we need to be less murderous yet still the world revolves around killing and weaponry rather than healing and growing.  Governments waste all resources to build more guns and ammunitions.  Barbarians.  I like the Tibetan monks and the Christian monks and Merton and St. Francis. All these people are ‘peaceful’ .  I believe that’s the message of Jesus, love and peace.

C.S. Lewis’s describes well the message of ‘love’.  The Trinity is that two, Father , son and Holy Spirit as opposed to just ‘one’ god, the personhoods of god and the family of god and love.  It’s definitely more together .

Today I strive to serve God. I am a cog in the wheel, diagnosing and providing medications for the various concerns, a modern day shaman.  Collectively we are more successful than ever before with more people living longer and the number who encounter starvation still a mere fraction of what it used to be.  There is such reason for hope despite the rhetoric.  The ‘Cold War’ did not lead to mutual annihilation.  The world ending prophecized by the climate change cult hasn’t occurred despite claims for decades and decades.  

We’re muddling along and more are gaining enlightenment with meditation and prayer. I meditate and I pray to know Gods will for me and have the power to carry that out. Now I’ll walk the dog.

The Zoroastrian’s had dogs.  The dog is the oldest companion of man.  But I like the donkey. I wish I could have a donkey like Jesus did. My dog would like the donkey companion but we have a motorcycle.  AI doesn’t have ‘presence’ .  Everything is God. We are in God and all is God.  It’s just easier to know God in the living flowers rather than the rock.  God is present in all.  The friend God is Jesus. Jesus Christ mans God within and God will come again. I seem to be play hide and seek with Jesus and also ping pong with love and fear.  This too will pass.  Life and death.  The contrasts create the meaning.  

Magnolias at Anil’s 

He told me how he planted them some 15 years ago.

What wonder!

Cherry blossom streets in Vancouver.

 

Thank you God for this sunny day

Thank you God for this sunny day. I so enjoyed walking Madigan along the river taking pictures of spring ducks. I even saw the kingfisher. That’s my blue bird of happiness. I feel blessed when they return in the spring and I’m lucky to see the male flitting along the river. Today I saw the male and female.  Definitely an ornithologist treat. I saw the great blue heron too.  Mallards and wood ducks.  Spring has arrived. The daffodils are in full bloom

I thank God for Madigan when I wake and when I go to sleep. He’s such an irritating little rascal at times, a canine Dennis the menace, demanding attention but then being such an inspiration for walking and exercise.  He does love to share my barbecue steak dinner’s like last night.  I argue that he gives me reason to live because I know no one else would be as kind and understanding of his foibles.  I like his little games.  Today when I sat on the floor to meditate he waiting till I was getting up to do circles about me a little ritual he’s improvised sometime back and continues now despite our being away a month and a half.

I continue to look at the Mini Countryman’s .  With my traumatic arthritis my neck is hurting more getting into my Mini Cooper I love so I imagine a larger size with less pretzelling to sit down.  The fact is the Mini is fine and I do enjoy it.  

I’m looking forward to the cleaning ladies coming. I’m truly blessed with such fine service and the sheer joy of cleanliness and order once or twice a month. By contrast Madigan and I are slobs, mostly him. 

Thank you Lord Jesus. Thank you God. thank you Holy Spirit.

I don’t know why I wake each day. I believe to be of service to you and to find joy in life. I work and make money which goes to the life I increasingly enjoy and to taxes I pay. I’m looking forward to the completion of this season given the travel and disruption of records. It’s been hard to manage records so I’m thankful that I was able.

I’ve loved the blue sky and greenery so thankful for nature. I’m looking forward to riding my motorcycle again. I’d like to get to the symphony and the round up is coming. I’m so enjoying my meetings and the friends and people.  Soon I’ll even consider taking the camper out for some time by the lake. Maybe I’ll get out on the quad.  It’s bear season but I don’t care so much for bear meat and haven’t had the inclination to shoot each time the opportunity has arose in recent years.  I’ve managed grouse and do hope for venison and even elk or moose but that’s fall.  These thoughts come through my mind at times welling up from the past.

But always Im asking what it is I am to do to be closer to God and to be of service. I’m looking forward to the course I’ve signed up for in anthropology of religion.  I deal with cheministry and neuroplasticity at work but was attracted to psychiatry by the wisdom of Freud and especially Jung.  In London at the British Museum I wa most impressed and excited by the presentation of advances in understanding of prehistory. I loved seeing the fertility gods in Athens and would know more of the other world.  The Psychiatrist was called the priest of science.  I prescribe meds but wonder at the ideas of psychosomatic and addiction and neural pathways.  Addiction is a religion itself with the substance being akin to God. I loved that C.S. Lewis said, don’t look for God in the wall.

I am grateful for this space and the heat in this room, the electric fireplace, the expresso maker, refridgerator for milk, the honey.  

I am looking forward to the Baltimore conference this year .  Indeed the year is unfolding well but I would like to sell my boat or at least manage it. I’ve a desire to travel east but could just as soon fly than take a 5000 km drive each way.  I’d bring back a boat and enjoy that again but really I could rent a sailboat for a weekend or more to get that itch addressed. I want to to go to Victoria and see Buchart Gardens again. I so loved walking through it with my parents. The Vernon Tulip Festival is the next motorcycle adventure. It’s almost like there’s too little time and yet I enjoy the work though it’s tough on the mind, leaving me drained at the end of the day and sometimes frightened.  

I’ve enjoyed audiobooks and am listening with pleasure to Daniel Silva’s amazing The Cellist book.  I actually renewed membership in professional organizations today so am continuing to manage my calendar.  So many moving parts.  

The trip to the chiropracter helped though I still need my ibuprofen.  Dr. Ready reduced the pain with his manipulation though I know it really need to do more exercise.  I would sign up for tai chi again but am focussed on motorcycling and my upcoming course. I’d truly like to hear the symphony. Each of these rituals awakens me in spring. I call the Tulip Festival, LSD for the eyes.  The symphony never fails to open my soul. I long to live to the fullest in gratitude to God , thankful for the joy and moments of solace. 

I really must get a new couch. I’ve put it off first because of the cat and then because madigan as a puppy liked to scratch too.  I’d thought to get a cat too but the deterioration of the couch makes delaying getting a new one a poor decision. Even the stuffing is coming out.  I also think Madigan may be trustworthy with a new one though he’s often the reason why I can’t have ‘nice things’.  I’d rather have him than sterility and I did enjoy have cats too.  When I miss houses it’s the gardens and plants and animals that come to mind. I’d so love to have chickens again but then I’m lightening up and I really would like to tackle the excess in the storage locker.  

Thank you Jesus . Thank you God .  Thank you Holy Spirit!!!!!