Global Community Communications Alliance Member Profile
L'aFar
I can remember clearly the day I first visited the Starseed and Urantian Schools of Melchizedek in Sedona, Arizona. I was sitting in the car with my mom as we pulled up in front of a blue house. "This is it?" I asked her. "This is a school?" We went inside and I was introduced to the class. The teacher was a tall guy with a tank top and a baseball cap. There were six students gathered around on couches and cushions. I guessed they ranged in age from six to twelve years old. I had been in a multi-grade school before, but nothing like this. It was also the first time I can remember seeing boys with really long hair, and I found myself wondering whether some of them were girls. Though a little uncomfortable with the weirdness of my surroundings, I was shown a seat and sat through the rest of class, absorbing the new environment.
That was nine years ago. I was living in Phoenix, Arizona with my mom and her fiancée. Back then, my favorite things in life were the Chicago Bulls, Green Day, and X-Men. Of course there were also my hundreds of G.I. Joes I could play with and the late night Beavis and Butthead I would watch after my mom went to bed. I must have given my mom a lot to worry about. I did pretty badly in school, mostly because I was such a goofball. I was the class clown and proud of it. I was considered by my teachers an academically-challenged student who needed to be put in the "slow-learning" groups. I hated this, and sometimes I got so frustrated I would throw fits and get violent. Once, in third grade, I was sent to the principal's office for choking a kid on the playground. School was not a pleasant place for me. I had no real friends. Though I often appeared to be happy and carefree, deep down I was really angry, depressed, and most of all, scared.
When I was five years old, my parents got divorced. I've really struggled with painful memories of that time. The whole process made me socially shut down with most people. I was afraid to share about it with anyone, particularly when direct questions arose about my father. If someone asked me about him, I would change the subject as quick as I could. I was embarrassed because I didn't really have a father, and a father was what I needed more than anything.
When I came to Global Community Communications Alliance, I got all the fathers I needed. Discipline, which was not previously part of my vocabulary, became a healthy part of my life. And it was not easy for me. I threw fits left and right. Having not just one, but many balanced father figures around really shook me up. I wasn't allowed to get away with my nasty habits. I had to grow out of being spoiled, rude, bratty, bored, and lazy, and I didn't like it. If my mother hadn't brought me to Aquarian Concepts Community, I would still have all of those bad habits as much or more than I did when I was ten years old. In true maturity, I don't think I would have grown a bit. I would still be playing with toys and having temper tantrums, only they would be bigger and more dangerous, coming in the forms of drugs, sex, and violence. I don't like to think about what I would have become. Rather, I try to envision who I will become here in this reality I'm in.
It's all about being of service. For me, at Global Community Communications Alliance, I first learned what it meant to be of service to my fellows. Later, I began to learn what it means to be of service to God. As a little fourth-grader when I came to the community, I really had no concepts of who God is. This is sad because I had been to church every Sunday of my life. But church didn't exactly inspire me to make a relationship with God my reality. Television and shiny plastic things-that was reality. It was more than a year after coming to the Global Community Communications Schools, being taught about God almost every day, before my thoughts began to dwell on Jesus Christ Michael. Little did I know that in time, all of my washing of dishes, scrubbing of toilets, and service to others through household chores would build my spiritual foundation and prepare me to be of loving service to my Heavenly Father.
In 1999 my mom passed away. It was a tough thing to process, but because I was in such a special, sacred environment, I was able to get through the painful time much more easily than I would have otherwise. I was given a lot of love and support, and instead of falling into depression and severing my relationship with God, I came into a higher space and drew closer to Him. I also strengthened the bond with my cosmic family, the people of Global Community Communications Alliance. I should thank God every day for leading my mother here, because I doubt I would have ever made it here on my own.
I love and miss my biological family outside the community very much. After my mom died, I had the option of leaving the community and living with them. I see now my decision to stay as my true coming to the community. It was my first big life choice, and I chose to follow God. My second big life choice came nearly a year ago on my eighteenth birthday, when I decided to join Global Community Communications Alliance as an official adult member. Some of my family questioned this decision, wondering why I was not planning on going to college, as if I were wasting away a precious part of my life. What better is there to do than be a part of something completely new and unique that is not only adventurous and exciting, but also serves the planet? What's more honorable than following God in our messed up society? What's more challenging than trying to change the world for the better?
As a rebellious little kid, I didn't come here to Divine Administration because I heard God's calling. However, that is why I stay. Being here is not easy-many parts of my lower nature still need to change. But what better place is there to begin changing the planet than with your own self? On that first day coming to the Global Community Communications Schools, sitting in the classroom, I little expected the kind of changes I would experience and the spiritual progress I would make by the time I was eighteen. Hopefully, nine years from now, I'll have made a little more.
L'aFar,
Student
Global Community Communications Schools