Holy Blood, Holy Grail

Hi!

This is the book I am reading now... quite fascinating so far, I recommend this to anyone who has at least a quarter of a brain!

This book, paired with The DaVinci Code would be quite awesome I think. I only wish I read this before starting DaVinci Code.

I love the quest for truth. Or rather, the quest to find contradictions to things that were always given as fact. It's rather interesting. I once asked a super religious freak, "Isn't it possible that Moses didn't part the Red Sea? Is it maybe possible in the least, especially given the scientific reasons that could have happened instead of it being Moses' doings?"

He replied "No."

I said "I understand, but, isn't there like a 1% chance that it didn't happen that way?"

He replied "No." once more.

This kind of thinking and blind faith is the kind that bothers everything that is Me (Hehe, Me is capitalized). I like the fact that people have faith. I have faith. But this 'not questioning' attitude bothers me.

When I start telling people about my 11:11 thing, I don't expect anyone to take me on blind faith. And usually nobody does. Rightfully so. Ask you own questions, seek your own truth! Right? Don't believe me just because I said it. Respect yourself enough to say "What if?"

What if...

I was driving to work this morning, and out of nowhere, I started crying. I found this odd, as it's not usual for me to start crying, so I looked at the clock for some reason. It was 8:11. I looked at the mileage, it was on 41.1. That worried me. But in a good way. It quickly made me smile and everything was okay again.

I've been bombarded by songs from my past relationship (2 relationships ago) and I've been getting very frustrated. It's almost funny now. Every morning as soon as I get to work, Extreme is playing. Then it goes to a Taylor Swift song, then almost always goes to another one that related me to my ex. At work this morning, at the bank afterwards, back in the car again, this Extreme song is haunting me now. It's getting ridiculous. I usually have to leave the room. I don't want to be forced to think of the reason a song meant so much to me before, but no longer can mean those things.

Help me. Someone is trying to tell me something.

But, I have to go for now!

Love,

Jaime Lee

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