Some veteran Jackson Mississippi Samson guys' musings, recommended resources, and Samson Society news / updates (all written by 100% Grade A - Human Intelligence)
Weekly meetings available to you are as follows:
Tuesday at 6:30 PM, Truitt Baptist Church - Pearl. Call Matt Flint at (601) 260-8518 or email him at matthewflint.makes@gmail.com.
Wednesday at 6:00 PM, First Baptist Church Jackson - Summit Counseling Suite - 431 North State St. Jackson. Call Don Waller at 601-946-1290 or email him at don@wallerbros.com.
Monday at 6:30 PM , Vertical Church - 521 Gluckstadt Road Madison, MS 39110. Mr. Roane Hunter, facilitator, LifeWorks Counseling.
Wednesday at 7:00 PM, Crossgates Baptist Church. Brandon Reach out to Matthew Lehman at (601)-214-4077 for further info.
Sunday night at 6:00 PM, Grace Crossing Baptist Church - 598 Yandell Rd. Canton. Call Joe McCalman at 601-201-5608 or email him at cookandnoonie@gmail.com.
Monday, October 9, 2023
Refrain From Reverse Engineering (Then Overthinking) The "Attachment Theory"
Saturday, October 7, 2023
Reflections on a "Desiderata Life" pt. 1
Reflections on a "Desiderata" life, pt. 1
The word "Desiderata" can be traced back to the root word "Desidero" in Latin. Loosely translated, it simply means "desires of the heart."
The Latin Word dēsīdĕro
has several meanings. Of these several meanings, the most fitting one can be seen as:
To desire or to want, to long, to wish for, to request, to require, to need
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Wednesday, September 20, 2023
It's Endearing Providing Matrimonial Security (After All These 27 Years) Whilst Horizontal
I mentioned (within a previous post) our recent sleep divorce. This was something facilitated by our middle daughter (also) leaving for college this fall. In anticipation of this, over the course of this past summer, the "big girls" room was transformed - via new twin beds / mattresses - from child's room to extra bedroom.
Throughout, my wife was (somewhat privately) repositioning all of this on her own behalf. Particularly when it came to the mattress purchases (they were quite luxuriously expensive).
My wife's "stroke arm" (her left arm) is often (most comfortable) extended perpendicular to her body whilst she snoozes. Hence, our queen bed doesn't necessitate this well, particularly with her 200lb husband (me) adjacent.
Hence, about a month ago (in tandem with daughter #2 leaving for college), the sleep divorce was finalized. It took me absolutely no time to adjust accordingly, though there were a few nights of eeriness as I began to imagine that Angie had stroked out for a second time and had died.
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Earlier this week, Angie announced that the sleep divorce was over. She was ready to sleep re-marry.
Why?
At first, she was sharing the room with our youngest daughter (8th grader) who was sleeping within the adjacent twin bed. But that didn't last (her snoring quickly shut this Jill & Jill setup down).
It was the aloneness that got to her. Being there within that tiny bedroom by herself.
I'm wondering, though I haven't mentioned it, if it harkened back to her weeklong May 2020 hospital stay post-stroke. Being ushered in and out of ICU a handful of times throughout that week, and being there alone (I was only allowed to visit for one hour midday, each day, due to pandemic restrictions), made a distinct impression.
So now she's back in bed with her husband. And, according to her, she's sleeping soundly.
It feels nice to provide that security to her via exceedingly close proximity.
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My oldest friend's (college) somewhat recently widowed mom began sleeping with a call-in radio broadcast playing from the adjacent pillow. She did this to honor her deceased husband's presence enough to replicate that deeply longed for feeling of husband security (her husband died in his early 90s).
Now she's found herself alone in the single-family home that they'd owned together for decades.
Women crave security. Men crave respect.
Angie feels secure. Rob feels respected. Win-win.
Sunday, September 10, 2023
Sympathizing With That Invisible Man (Let's Not Forget That Every Guy Isn't Necessarily Destined To Become A Samson Guy)
I have become a Samson guy through and through. How do I know this?
I desire to spread the Samson Society "Good News" to most every new friend I make.
Even if they're not foreseeably "qualified" (in crisis) to be involved within this community.
And that's a problem (relative to my friendship track record) because it proves I'm not being sensitive to my friend's needs / wiring. Instead, I'm behaving more like that pyramid-scheme zealot friend who's looking to make a quick buck.
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Tuesday, August 15, 2023
Go Ahead & Leverage Your Love By Being A "Hard Ass" (Both Inside & Outside Of Samson Society)
I distinctly remember (first time) when I was officially chosen / selected to be another Samson guy's Silas. Despite there being no official ask, the routine telephone calls starting coming in. Eventually, I inquired (late 2014) as to why this younger man had chosen me, and his reply essentially was, "you were the only one who seemed to care (take an interest) about me and my story". (Actually, I was simply being polite.) As such, he mistook that, but I felt in no way less privileged to have been (unassumingly) chosen to walk with this man.
Because I had no Silas of my own, it didn't take long for me to feel expectedly burdened (asymmetrical) by both him and other Samson men who similarly tethered themselves to Rob.
Saturday, August 5, 2023
Unpretentious Exposure Then Rebuke
The intensive weekend trip was to south Mississippi where we rented a cabin adjacent to the Okatoma River (for one night). After traveling down Saturday morning, we kayaked / canoed the river (during a harrowing thunderstorm) before using the late afternoon / evening for "share time" around a lovely campfire. There were only +/-10 Samson guys, therefore only a few shares bled over into Sunday morning before our departure.
I chose to kayak the river (single-man kayak) shirtless. I did this because I knew it would be personally contradictory relative to the engrained shame I was experiencing relative to my body. Essentially, I knew that de-shirting there at the "put-in" would be tough, but over the course of the +/-3-hour river trek, I'd become more comfortable. And that was definitely the case, for there were hundreds and hundreds of rednecks on the river that particular Saturday, and many of the guys were shirtless.
Too, another Samson guy (who I was serving as a Silas for) also (eventually) de-shirted. And this was to my delight due to how affirming it felt to me. Furthermore, I felt validated via his willingness to do this, and this made me truly grateful.
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My first significant "physical exposure" experience(s) were actually pre-Samson Society involvement. Back in 2011 / 2012, I acquired my first Silas (though neither he nor I were privy to that term). This man was four years my junior, and as such, we met weekly (Tuesday nights) to run, talk and pray (concretizing the absolute provocativeness / solidarity baked into relational accountability).
The running we'd accomplish shirtless (unless it was unusually chilly). And what was interesting about this was how it impacted my Silas as much as it did me. To be more specific, he found himself motivated to "get in shape" (strength training) as a result of his weekly exposure. Hence, about four months into our routine, he'd muscled up significantly.
These weekly (mostly after dark) shirtless runs went on for well over a year. As a result, I came away deeply grateful for how they validated / encouraged me as a late-30s man who'd never had such an experience.
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Post the aforementioned 2015 Samson Society intensive weekend (the following week), I decided to email my "Silee" in order to thank him / provide commentary as to why him too removing his shirt during the Okatoma River trip was so very affirming to Rob. It's important to know that this younger man was in a canoe (with the facilitator of our Samson group), and that he stayed far behind my more easily navigable kayak throughout the trek.
In response to my email, I received a phone call where he rebuked me for "assuming he was sexually attracted to me". I vividly recall panicking as he bared down via his rhetoric. For I kept seeing all of this getting back to the Samson group facilitator who might very well ask me to leave the group. Whilst attempting to hold back tears, I pleaded with him not to share my email with said facilitator or anyone else (even though it didn't even hint of impropriety). For I was too broken / weak to stand up for myself / my true intentions at this time.
It's important to note that I'd only been a part of the Jackson Metro Samson community, when this occurred, for 10-11 months, and that - again - there was only one local face-to-face group.
Too, you should know that my "Silee" was decidedly straight (he'd been a pastor who'd successfully seduced then bedded numerous parishioners before being removed from his position), and though he was a strikingly handsome guy, he was definitely not in line with my masculine archetype.
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Fast forward to 2018. By now, I was facilitating my own Samson Society group at Lakeside Pres (my home church), and young "Henry", to my delight, I had the privilege of becoming a Silas to.
It didn't take me long to discern that Henry was uber conscientious about his body. He was quite lean at the time that I came to know him but had been overweight too just a year or so prior. Due to the fact that he and his family lived less than a mile from us, we decided to take up running together not long after he nonchalantly disclosed that he'd run a marathon as a high school student.
Though we only did this a handful of times (his work schedule eventually changed + they welcomed baby two), each run was rewarding in and of itself.
But unbeknownst to me, I inadvertently touched a nerve within my young friend during one of these outings. And that had to do with wanting him too to run shirtless (which had been my default during previous runs). (His rebuke, ironically enough, came within the form of an email.)
Why was it so important to me that he choose to do the same (run shirtless)?
I certainly wasn't sexually attracted to Henry's image-bearing bod. No, that wasn't it. Essentially, I wanted to (re)experience what I'd so enjoyed from all those years prior with my first Silas.
That sense of affirming that I've only experienced via shirtless endeavors with friends. It bonded us. Unlike anything I'd ever experienced.
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One last story.
During the second Samson intensive weekend I experienced (2016), our itinerary included rafting down the Chattahoochee River during most of that Saturday. Since it was April, all of us rafters (which consisted of the majority of the Samson guys who'd chosen to attend the weekend) wore wetsuits. Upon our return to the outpost, every man made a beeline to the showers. Unfortunately, the facilities were woefully inadequate in terms of number of showers / room to change, ventilation, etc. Nonetheless, we'd all had such fun throughout our river run that this inconvenience was easily overlooked.
As I made my way into the men's changing room / showers / restroom, it didn't take long for another Samson man to put everyone on notice (altruistically) as to my presence therein. I distinctly remember brushing this off due to how energized I felt relative to the day. Nonetheless, I came away feeling unfairly singled out.
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There's truly no way to know how other Samson guys will react regarding your story. I believe that's why I consider it such a privilege to receive stories from guys whilst doing my darndest to not (over)react. For if a man's courage to reveal his story results in ostracization / scorn / mistrust - of any ilk - there's a good chance he's going to reconsider being as open / authentic down the road.
Tuesday, July 25, 2023
Profound Sensitivity Whilst At "The Beach". (Childhood Past Overlapping With Present Experience.) Unintentionally Exhuming Teenage Trauma.
I requested of my parents that we take a beach vacation when I was a sophomore in high school. At the time, I was around the age of 16 (I'm an only child). My parents, concurrently, were in their mid-30s. The year would have been 1988. It's important to know that we'd never "beached trip" prior, though we had visited the Mississippi Gulf Coast (which has a less than picturesque beach).
Friday, July 7, 2023
Two Pastors & A Parachurch Minister & Their Moral Failings / That Which I Can't Comprehend / Architects Aren't Typically Arsonists
Monday, July 3, 2023
(No Longer In) Bondage To The Thrust
I never would have known my local Samson friend was so spellbound by hot women 'till we had (a repeat) restaurant lunch. As such, a troupe of high school girls traipsed in, and eventually sat adjacent to us. These were pristine, rich, white girls wearing the latest designer clothes / hairstyles. There was 6-8 of them, and they were all bubbly and giggly as they carried their sizable pocket computers like individual bars of gold. These girls were undoubtedly students at the across-the-highway private academy, and they were there at this restaurant on "lunch break" (having driven their parents' BMWs and Mercedes-Benz across the way). Likely many of them came from heady stock - CPAs, surgeons & prominent business owners, having been expectedly pampered throughout their short lives.
At the time, this friend was my Silas 3.0, and the tension he was experiencing due to the "availableness" of this troupe was impossible to miss. I remember feeling powerless and a bit annoyed but altogether grateful as well that I wasn't in his intensive heterosexual shoes.
All in all, I vividly recall him being visibly distraught as he forced himself to not glance their way. It seemingly took all his strength in order to NOT capture / captivate / become spellbound by their sexual prowess. As an aside, him wearing his work uniform likely only added to the intensity of this moment, serving as a reminder of his past, pre-conversion (Christianity) hedonism with many a similar lay.
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Friday, June 30, 2023
Help Me Lord To Not Discriminate (See Them As Less Than) Against Divorcees
I've always subconsciously deemed divorcees as second-class citizens. My first memory of making this adjudication occurred not long after I married (27 years ago). Our church (First Baptist Church Jackson) hosted a Saturday morning "men's conference" at the newly constructed Hinds Community College Eagle Ridge conference center in Raymond. I was in my mid-20s at the time.
Monday, June 26, 2023
My Very Personal, Explicit Spring 2023 Creative Writing Sabbatical - Rob's Dysregulation Remedy
A Samson brother introduced me to (in early 2022) the concept of brain dysregulation whilst regularly attending (well over one year) a very well-attended virtual Samson meeting with him alongside. This brain dysregulation idea centers around the brain becoming asymmetrical (imbalanced). As such, the side that's out of sync needs some serious attention. Having little use for this idea then, I paid it little attention, until...
For Rob, my eventual dysregulation occurred on the right side of my grey matter earlier this year. Hence, I felt a deep-seated need to dream / fantasize / escape reality. My easy access go-to therein to satiate these needs for such a lopsided brain would normally have been porn / salacious imagery.
Around mid-March, another Samson brother asked to share a dictated (voice memo app) "fantasy story" he'd written which centered around he and his spouse (who at the time was emotionally distant due to his recent difficult confessions) and her responsiveness to his sexual needs.
This explicit creative writing exercise fleshed out his then desires for her and his marriage in spite of its / their current desecrated state. As a result of reading this, I became incredibly inspired, and not only via the captivating story itself but the ongoing healing result (right brain flexure).
Hence, I began my own creative writing spree (in lieu of writing posts here). This explains my absence.
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Three stories were generated as a result. The first's plot focused on a private, paranormal relationship between my uncle and I when I was between the ages of 12-15; it centered heavily on this 20+ year older man and his positive masculine influence as a result of said relationship. And though the story involved sexual overtones, it was by no means written to titillate. Instead, from the perspective of a young teen boy (based on my recollected childhood), it put words / thoughts on the page addressing then private shame related to very typical adolescent / pubescent angst. This tale was written in five distinct chapters.
The second story was simple and fast. It fleshed out a fictional friendship between myself and a young man who I've only known at a distance over the past few years.
The third story ended up being my opus. This one had thirteen distinct chapters with a heady epilogue. I'm still coming off of the high that resulted from this distinct, very personal tale being generated.
In essence, it involved me being befriended by a Christian college student (graduate school) during my senior year in high school. This older man I barely knew from my teenage years (working at Chick-A-Fil). No doubt, I had deep admiration for / attraction towards him from a distance. In order to properly flesh out his character, I grafted a recent Samson friend's persona over this guy, and as a result, the character and subsequently narrative gained tremendous legs.
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I share this with you to hopefully inspire. There's so much you can do creatively - that doesn't involve lustful thoughts / porn use - to rectify your dysregulation. For me, creative writing was the tremendous fix I was looking for. Try it today!
Monday, May 8, 2023
The Volunteer Group Catch-22
Catch 22: A dilemma or difficult circumstance from which there is no escape because of mutually conflicting or dependent conditions.
Tuesday, April 11, 2023
Harnessing The Intense Pain Of Rejection To Justify Revengeful Murder
Commenting on current events very rarely happens here, but I must say that the active shooter mass shooting in Kentucky yesterday, (4/10) tied my stomach up in knots.