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Meanwhile … a letter to the editor in The Key West Citizen today:
Homeless stereotype masks human needs
There is no such thing as homelessness. Mother Earth is our home. Broad in its scope and abundance. Incongruent with materialistic forces, this inconvenient truth has been contravened.
In God’s eyes, we all are homeless.
An individual’s birth is mourned and their death celebrated by the vast majority of earth’s inhabitants. Mastery of life’s lessons is the liberating force that frees these human beings from the bondage of self.
Becoming familiar with the realities of one’s existence is unsettling. Exercising the formidable power of will, tempered with proper instruction and discipline, can galvanize the creative energies that will determine one’s purpose and destiny. Volition and evolution dictates the shelter that a person inhabits.
Consistent with not prioritizing their physical bodies, many extraordinary individuals have not found a home of brick and mortar to be of necessity.
Reminds me of Jesus and his followers before and after the crucifixion. Reminds me of the movie, “Stigmata”, in which the Vatican tried to suppress an ancient text saying the Kingdom of God is all around you and is inside of you, and it not made of bricks and mortar. When were Jesus and his followers ever not in church?
Alcoholics and addicts suffer from a disease that manifests itself in excessive drinking and drug use. The cause of their illness is treatable. If they adhere to a prescribed design for living, they can permanently recover from their unhealthy state of mind.
The disease is separation from God, and therefore God is the only cure for that disease, since the disease is in the spirit and the addiction is simply a symptom. Leaving the drug of choice is a necessary step, but it is not the cure. God is the cure, as the original 12 Steps plainly stated, before they were altered because of complaints about God being in the 12 Steps. I have known many homeless people who were saved by Jesus, some were saved many times. But they were still homeless, and they were still addicts. They were saved in the ritual sense Christendom preaches. They were not saved in the experiential sense Jesus lived and modeled, and led others to experience in the Gospels, and thereafter from the spirit. It is so easy to hold forth on something you yourself have not personally experienced; it is quite something else to have the experience yourself. It changes your view of everything, and you abandon, or are stripped of, your beliefs and mis-thinking, and are given reality, which tends to be rather jolting and not welcome.
People suffering from mental illness may require residential treatment. Civilizations have devised laws which safeguard society from violent and destructive behavior. This standard is applicable under all circumstances. No one is above nor beneath the law.
Psychiatry does not cure mental illness; it medicates it; it eletroshocks it; it confines it. Only God can cure mental illness. Florida has closed most of its state mental hospitals; could not afford them. You cannot lock someone up who is mentally ill, unless that someone poses a clear and present physical danger to self or others. Society is not above the law, but it behaves as if it is in Key West, where homeless people are harassed by police and locked up simply because they are homeless and do not want to sleep in a shelter you have never slept in, John Donnelly. Nor has Key West Mayor Craig Cates slept in that shelter, nor any of the city commissioners, nor the city manager, nor the chief of police, nor anyone who who works for Southern Assistance Homeless League, and maybe no one who runs/manages any of the area residence shelters/recovery programs.
Financial ruin and natural disasters happen, often forcing people to radically change their lives.
In the aftermath of Hurricane Andrew, enclaves of traumatized families sought refuge in Miami. They assembled beneath the downtown overpasses in dangerous neighborhoods.
As winter came, Mother Earth’s guardians clothed them with sweaters and blankets, as they were generously fed with home-cooked meals. Their street enclosures were furnished with make-shift mattresses and the love of their new friends.
Those were situational homeless people, and thankfully they were provided for in their acute crisis of need. Hopefully, they got back on their feet and did not become chronically homeless people, who are institutionalized, know no other life but being homeless, are unable to cope in mainstream any longer, cannot by force of will conform to mainstream’s views or requirements.
Branding a person with a label harms them. Holding them to the same high standards that you would expect of yourself, while placing them in positions to succeed, is a positive and powerful alternative. Government bureaucracies with their stereotypical waste and fraud are incapable of ameliorating the plight of our brothers and sisters, whose journey has taken them down a road less traveled.
Maybe, John Donnelly, you should live in a homeless encampment for a month, and then in a homeless shelter for a month, and eat in a soup kitchen daily during that month, and then you write another letter to the editor about homelessness.
On same general topic, received this the other day from my oldest Bashinsky cousin Leo, who lives a little south of Birmingham, Alabama:
Donations Pour In For Homeless Man Who Returned Ring He Got By Mistake
by Mark Memmott
February 26, 201310:49 AM
Billy Ray Harris.
Nearly $152,000 has been donated online to help Billy Ray Harris, a homeless man in Kansas City who returned an engagement ring to the woman who accidentally left it in a cup he uses to collect change.
Here’s his good news story:
Last Friday, as KCTV of Kansas City reported, Sarah Darling “unzipped her wallet and dumped her change” into Harris’s cup. She’d forgotten, though, that earlier in the day she had taken off her diamond engagement ring and put it in her coin purse.
The next day, she retraced her steps.
The Associated Press writes that “she went back to Harris, squatted beside him and told him that she might have given him something valuable. ‘Was it a ring?’ he recalled asking her. ‘And she says, Yeah. And I said Well, I have it.’ “
“It seemed like a miracle,” Darling said, according to the AP. “I thought for sure there was no way I would get it back.”
I can’t say I was surprised to learn that this homeless man, who made a police officer and a woman visiting New York into national celebrities, is back to where he was when they found him.
Golden Voice Ted Williams got a great second chance, and he wasn’t able to keep it together.
Darling says she gave Harris all the cash she had with her in thanks. Then her husband, Bill Krejci, launched a Give Forward page to collect money for Harris. As of mid-morning Tuesday, close to $152,000 had been pledged. Krejci wrote over the weekend that he had spoken with Harris “about what he’s planning to do with the donations. The details would be better left for later but know that he has a very solid plan and a very solid way of making it happen.”
As for why Harris didn’t pawn the ring when he had the chance, he told KCTV that “my grandfather was a reverend. He raised me from the time I was 6 months old and thank the good Lord, it’s a blessing, but I do still have some character.”
I hope Harris can keep it together and move into a new life for himself, and for God. Clearly angels of God arranged for this to happen, but where it will go is not yet known. Perhaps Mark Memmott will follow Harris, perhaps Memmott will write another article on Harris this time next year. Perhaps it will be a happy ending by mainstream standards. Perhaps not.
But for my father dying and leaving me an inheritance, I still would be homeless, unless angels of God did something that enabled me to earn enough money to pay rent, buy groceries, etc. Despite mainstream’s beliefs, which are only that, beliefs, there is no way I currently can earn enough money to pay rent, buy groceries, etc. I cannot physically hold down a regular job; I cannot physically do physical labor. Nor can I do it mentally, emotionally, or spiritually.
Even if you put a gun to my head, even if you put me in jail, I would not be able to do mainstream’s bidding. God’s angels have me on another program, which supercede’s mainstream’s program. I write about that program every day on the goodmorning websites. My editors are God’s angels. They are very different from editors I had when I wrote books published by mainstream publishing houses. The angels edit not only what I write, they edit me, unceasing. I know them as Jesus, Archangel Michael and Melchizedek/Magdalene.