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From Christine Russell yesterday:
The park is a mess. The process is a mess. Why do you think I put so much time in to writing my article on the park for the Blue Paper last week, and then I had a long segment on US 1 Radio with Bill Becker on Monday. Bill gets it and he knows how long I have followed the park. He knows I talked with the apprpriate city officials and had the correct info on the financials before I wrote the article. Then the mayor gets on the next day and says I said things that “were untrue”. But he never supported his claim, he never told listeners what was ‘untrue”- because what I said was factual. Everyone paying attention with a brain knows this park is in trouble. No consensus, additional parcels with no vetting and plan, and not enough money to do the park are the main problems. How does the City Commission vote approval of a plan when they do not have the long term financial plan in place. The mayor said I should have called him and “talked to the right people”.
I did that
It is a sad situation. This has turned into a cruel joke. We have some good dedicated employees with the city and I hate to see this happening. Everyone is frustrated. No wonder brilliant people like Mark Finigan are leaving. I predict Shawn will be next. Somebody better take control of this ship. Mark Rossi knows the numbers game. We may differ on our view of cruise ships and how we are dealing with the power boat races, BUT he never missed a budget meeting and he gets the financial aspect of these dealings – maybe he will rein it all in. Teri also has a sharp business mind. We know well Tony has had it will all this foolishness. Billy Wardlow often speaks up on the waste of city monies for wasteful studies that now sit on shelves – like the $225,000 traffic study that told us to change the sequence of 2 traffic lights – wonder if we ever did that even.
Last night Teri said ‘we have a plan’ that it had been vetted, voted on, and all approved. Well the City Commission approved. To the rest of us it just looked like the Miesel Spottswood mega yacht marina UPLAND PLAN for the park.
EVERYONE is frustrated. Look at poor Ron Deems (Navy rep) – he may as well talk to the wall. EVERYone is frustrated beyond words with this park. I believe some people think that saying we have a plan, staying the course, will keep us moving forward. That acknowledging any of the giant elephants in the room will impede or stop the progress …..progress?! I feel bad for TWAB they do their best, dedicate their time, but their recommendations are never followed.
Clayton, his 6.6 acres and the Bahama Village residents now need to insist on the land that the community in referendum voted to give them. This hopefully is a discussion that will bring us all together and resolve the many problems with the park. I know you think I am a dreamer. Hey if not for the dreamers …………
Here’s to the Crazy Ones…
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They’re not fond of rules
and they have no respect for the status quo.
You can quote them,
disagree with them,
glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can not do
is Ignore them
or silence them.
Because they change things.
They push the human race forward,
and while some may see them as crazy –
Some see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think
they can change the world…
Are the ones who do.
a crazy one replied:
Yep, it’s a mess.
Looks to me it reflects another mess: city hall.
Looks to me there are too many chiefs, not enough, if any, Indians, camping on Truman Waterfront.
Looks to me the city commission needs to take charge, start doing one thing at a time out there, when there is money for it. Do only what they know is needed and probably will work. The kids soccer fields, for example. The parking lot, for another example.
There was entirely too much pie in the sky, across the board, from the get go, and the backers of the different pie slices did not go quietly, even though they were given a chance to realize their pie in the sky, and they did not produce it.
Clayton seems to not yet have grasped that Bahama Conch Community Land Trust (was that the name?) was a total flop. It caused a great deal of emotional and mental distress, and some money, too.
It bothered me to hear Clayton say he would kill the entire waterfront, if necessary, to secure for Bahama Village the 6.2 acres it originally was earmarked to receive.
Robert Cintron told me last night that the city should give the entire property back to the Navy. He might have been right. For it is clear, the city was not ready, willing, able, or deserving of it – 12 years of nothing being done there speaks for itself.
My call, I would put a city run fee RV park there, like at Bahia Honda State Park.
The city already has nice parks: Smather’s Beach, Higgs Beach, Bayview, Ft. Zachary Taylor, the latter adjacent to Truman Waterfront.
I really don’t see a need for another park. Although, it would be very nice if citizens could start using the outer mole again, use that little beach, swim, fish off the pier, picnic on the pier, watch sunsets off thr pier. Citizens can’t use it, but cruise ships and their passengers and Ed Swift and his conch trains can – that’s seriously FUCKED UP.
I told the city commissioners and mayor at a city commission meeting not to do business with the Spottswoods on Truman Waterfront. I said I had heard from someone who had to know that they had walked away from the debt on Beachside, left someone else holding the note to the bank.
The Spottswoods were talking “creative financing”, with very little of their own money at risk. They wanted to raid the city and tourist development council coffers, fiance a bond out of thin air, and if it didn’t work out mega-yacht-wise, the city could have the marina and deal with it.
My opinion, the Navy did the city a HUGE FAVOR nixing the mega-yacht marina. Saved the city’s ASS, in my opinion.
I note that you don’t say anything nice about Mayor Cates in your email. Maybe he’s had his chance; maybe it’s time for him to get another line of work.
Did you notice that Tony Yaniz said more at Wednesday night’s city commission meeting than all the other commissioners combined? I wonder where Tony was when I tried to tell the city commission the Spottswood deal was a bad idea, and before that, the senior living facility was a bad idea?
Tony has been studying hard on different subjects, I give him credit for that; but I wonder if it is real concern, or him readying to file to run for mayor? Just about every time he speaks from the dais, it sounds like to me like he is campaigning. Nobody else up there sounds that way, except sometimes Jimmy Weekly sounds that way.
The commissioners and mayor are where the Truman Waterfront buck stops. They always were where it stopped. And, last night it sure looked to me that the buck stopped dead on top of them.
They, not city staff, not the Truman Waterfront advisory board, need to take control and make decisions and give the orders for those decisions to be implemented.
They need to stop listening to what the citizens want. They need to use their noggins and do something with Truman Waterfront, even it it gets them tarred and feathered, and they don’t need a committee to do it, nor you, nor me, nor anyone.
They make the final call. It’s way past time for them to make it.
And if feelings get mashed, egos get stepped on, tough tamale. They did not get elected in perpetuity. They did not get elected to pass the buck. They got elected to make the hard calls, regardless of the blow back from their friends, relatives and constituents.
This sailed in yesterday from someone I don’t know – yet.
Dear my key west friends,
I hope that this email has reached the right hands, because until the county commissioners reach a decision on where to build the new homeless shelter I am at a dead end. I have always told myself that if I loss my job, my wife, or my house and had to start over then it would be in key west. I have lost my job of 20 years, my marriage is disintegrating, and my house payment is way behind. I have always viewed restarting a new life in key west as my “plan B”. I have studied the homeless culture of key west for nearly 3 years and have amassed a lot of information, however there are a few gaps, that the newspaper neglect to tell, that need felling in. I am a huge fan of Sloan Bashinsky, and he maybe the only one who could fell these in without being irritated by them. Some of these questions involve availability of inexpensive storage units, cheapest, safest, monthly parking garages for my van, what to do first upon arriving in key west, how to blend in with tourist, because I don’t look homeless and am not crazy in the pathological sense. Even though I do like to drink when I can I don’t do drugs AT ALL! I think that I would be a great addition to key west and not a burden on it. Please forward this on to Sloan Bashinsky, and please, please ask him to email me back, because his helpful hints could save me a lot of trouble with just a few key strokes.
I can be reached at email@example.com
220 Logan new amity rd
Statesville, nc 28625
Whatever form it takes I need this information, please. “Obi-Wan Kenobi your my only hope!”
only hope replied:
This looks like a form letter sent to people other than just me.
Sorry to hear of your difficulties.
KW’s KOTS overnight homeless shelter is open and operational, has been since fall of 2004, but you cannot park a vehicle near it if you wish to stay there at night. KW’s new homeless shelter is still in the imaginations of different city officials and residents. The County Commission is not involved in KOTS, and probably not in the new shelter. The KW City Commission is the government doing that.
As for sleeping in your van in KW, click on this link
Divine Comedy – Key West city commission meeting among other amphitheaters …
posted today at www.goodmorningkeywest.com. Read the last item in that post, “To all criminal vehicle lodgers in Key West”, by Kurt Wagner.
Since it seems you have been reading my frequent tea leaves on being homeless in Key West, you know this city could be known on the homeless grapevine as the homeless Auschwitz.
You might be able to find reasonably inexpensive storage space at one of the companies which provide that, I am pretty sure one is on Stock Island, but there are no cheap parking garages. Again, read Kurt Wagner’s how to survive in your van in Key West.
When I arrived in KW homeless in late 2000, I did not look like a homeless person, and I never did, but I was homeless and did not look like a tourist or local, either. Perhaps you will have better luck.
I would head for Higgs Beach and park down near the small pier closest to the big hotel – Casa Marina, and start introducing myself to the van and car dwellers who tend to hang out there during the day and early evening. They tend to be friendly, interesting, unless they get off on solving all the world problems; then they get uninteresting to me.
You might find being down here and studying the homeless culture in Key West somewhat different from studying it from afar. You might find everyone in Key West is crazy in the pathological sense, some people at more or less times than others.
As for being a great addition to Key West, you, and we, will never know, unless you come down here and give it a try. Be prepared, though, as you surely know from reading my lamentations about being homeless down here, that you will not be welcome or accepted by the establishment until you get a paying job and are paying rent and living inside, or you win the lottery and are paying rent and living inside, or you inherit money and are paying rent and living inside, or you are retired and have an income and are paying rent and living inside.
It matters more down here that you have money, than how you came by it. The favorite of Key West’s mayors, Capt. Tony, was a known smuggler. He ran a popular bar where Ernest Hemingway liked to water. He fucked more women, sired more illegitimate children, and drank more whiskey than maybe any man since some of the Bible Old Testament great men.
If you set your sights on Capt. Tony as your polestar, you might end up contributing a great deal to Key West and go down in conch annals as a living treasure But, if you are wanting a really different kind of “Navy SEAL” training, you can come down here and enroll in the Jedi training, which will require you to sleep outside at night, play hide and seek (catch me if you can) with the KW cops, sleep nights at KOTS, spend time in Florida Keys Outreach Coalition’s down and out recovery shelter program, contract MRSA and nearly die, and a variety of other character-shredding experiences.
The vicious vehicle dwellers hanging out at Higgs Beach also can provide lots of advice about that special training, having first hand seen plenty of other Jedi aspirants being ground up and spit and shit out.
Where’d you ever get the idea that booze isn’t a drug? It’s a narcotic. The most popular narcotic in KW, Florida, USA, on this planet, and legal most places.
I’d say, may the Force be with you, but that might turn out to be more of what seems like a curse if the Force takes a shine to you.
Yoda couldn’t make it, he’s off on a well-deserved vacation
Continuation yesterday’s oft cosmic matters email discussion with Jason in yesterday’s Divine Comedy – Key West city commission meeting among other amphitheaters … he used to live in Key West but now lives in the Pacific northwest, I wrote:
According to a friend down here in the Keys, I’m going to die and burn in hell forever, because I am not a “born-again” Christian. I’m not a Christian, either. I was, it didn’t work out for me, I tired other ways of believing and living, which did not work out for me, keeping all along my belief that God existed. Then something happened, which someone like you can generally understand, and I was in an entirely different place.
So here I am, one foot in the world where I started out in this life, one foot in the entirely different place, bound to both till death parts me from one.
Those types are a pretty common, and inevitable, type of grist for the mill. Unfortunately for them Rasputin had a more pragmatic and merciful faith. What can I say, it takes every kind of people to make the world go round? Lucky for your friend the Lord is patient, understanding, and compassionate. Fitting within the context of the Good, Bad, and the Ugly, such types usually fall in the Ugly category and no worse(and I mean on the inside, since there are just as many aesthetically pleasing ones as those that are not). But I must always remind myself that only God knows whats in the heart, and it’s possible this person thinks he is doing good when he says it? Not my job to sort him out. It’s likely he’ll end up before an entirely different circuit court than you and I (whether it be a supernal or infernal one is anyone’s guess). All I can say is forgive him, he probably does not truly know what he does, and, so, will be judged as a child, of sorts, which does not know any better; just like the many others before, during, and after him that were/are/will be either unwilling or unable to experience their faith and search for truth to come to fruition and maturity. And I doubt that what you and I have experienced(baptism of fire?) was for the purpose of bickering with children, more than likely we are here to bear witness. If he has ears to hear and eyes to see then perhaps he will be able to pour out some of the old wine to make room for some of the new. If not, move on and be not vexed by it; there will be plenty more of the like. Forgiveness after all, is also a release and waiver both by and for the giver of it, doncha know, and not a mandate to keep hanging round the same old turd-mongers.
I suppose that if you’re being pushed to interact with him by your editors then I would reevaluate. Is it essential that he be convinced by your experiences or is it just the immovable object attempting to spank the irresistible force(or vice versa)? Seems inefficient to the point of territorialism. If this man has ears to hear, is it more likely that you can splash some water on yourself, blurt out some empty platitudes, adopt or inherit a position based off of selective readings from scripture(ignoring the ones that don’t fit neatly into one’s politics), and then self-proclaim as reborn? Sounds like someone putting on a new pair of clothes, and thinking they are now an emperor. Or is it more likely that the rebirth that Christ spoke of was an experience that nobody would willingly choose, because then they would have to leave all they loved, and was familiar to them, behind. I can never go back to seeing and feeling the world as I once did, and neither can you- we have been reborn, and it is not unheard of. And as far as anyone burning in hell for all eternity, it would not only be counter-productive for all that time and energy to be spent on raising one’s awareness of God’s grace and love only to cast that awareness into the incinerator- it would be Hateful. Do the so-called Christians really believe that Our Father is so sadistic and malevolent a being as to not mete out justice with compassion, mercy, and reason? Truly, some of Key West’s finest hookers will see God before they will.
What is more my concern is why our own paths have crossed. Now before I knew of your experience, mine was the only one I personally knew of. Yet our paths crossed beforehand. Are we to take each other as resources to pull from? The experience itself seems rare enough, what are the odds that two people that have had such celestial encounters should meet and be aware of one another? One out of infinity? Are we each an assurance to the other? Someone to relate to? Things to be pondered. Oddly enough, I cannot now say that I am perfect, as many so-called “Christians” have no problem believing themselves to be. But Fear of God and Faith in Christ hold my course, and will direct it from here on out, the door it appears, is not a revolving one. I will still accrue some petty transgressions (from human weakness) and have to work them off, I am told, but those that occurred prior to my experience no longer have the destructive influence on me that they once had.
There have been other historical accounts, and even some recent startling conversions. Two recent ones in our time are Dave Mustaine of Megadeth, about the last person anyone thought would admit of Christ, and the other that I know of is Anne Rice. They are both damaged souls and crazy in their own ways, but both also highly successful in their fields. As for fitting into a mold Anne Rice had this to say:
“I quit being a Christian. I’m out. In the name of Christ, I refuse to be anti-gay. I refuse to be anti-feminist. I refuse to be anti-artificial birth control. I refuse to be anti-Democrat. I refuse to be anti-secular humanism. I refuse to be anti-science. I refuse to be anti-life. In the name of Christ, I quit Christianity and being Christian. Amen.” Apparently she is withdrawing only from the community of “believers” and not from her belief in the Christ deity, as a subsequent clarification read: “Faith in Christ is central to my life.”
Whether or not they experienced anything slightly similar to what you and I have is pure speculation, but the Lord has flocks we don’t know about, nor do we know how they’re herded.
I look forward to your perspective,
My friend, his name is Tim Gratz. I published a number of email exchanges between us over the years. This year it devolved into his view of salvation, of which I had not known. I told him he didn’t understand what being born again in the spirit meant, it wasn’t what he thought; Peter in the New Testament was an example who was born again in the spirit. It’s a rare thing, and if only Christians/Catholics had experiences equivalent (not same as) to Peters die and go to heaven, then all other Christians, including Tim, die and burn in hell forever, based on his “theory”. I published that. I never thought, or felt, I would have any effect on Tim. I engage what comes to me and sometimes it is published, sometimes not. The audience is bigger than the correspondents, always, when I publish various correspondence. I just put it out there. If something comes back, I engage it. Tim wrote to me today, saying he was glad to read I still view him as a friend. I wrote back:
“Tim, I have lots of Christian friends, and Catholic friends. But most of them don’t talk to me about their theology. Most of them are concerned with living, not dying and the hereafter.”
I often weary of his and my correspondence and other interactions, but sometimes it’s interesting.
I have told Tim that he should be grateful that God is more tolerant than Tim is, and I have told Tim that his salvation formula is Lucifer’s salvation formula, and I have published that, too.
I think you and I were brought into the other place somewhat, maybe a lot, differently, Jason. And, based on what I have heard from you so far, it seems my transit, as I have written to you already, is through what this world serves to me, as arranged by the angels who run me. They put you and me together, I knew that immediately.
The angels put Tim and me together, but it was a while after our first encounter, which I had forgotten until he reminded me of it, that I saw he and I had been put together.
I view all people I meet as being put in front of me by the angels, no coincidences. I engage them where they are, and sometimes it’s only supposed to be on their level, and sometimes I’m supposed to move it to a different level.
Key West is a good place for me to be stationed, because a lot of people come here from elsewhere, some to stay a while, some to leave; people I need to meet, and vice versa. Saves lots of travel on my part, of which I used to do a great deal.
I can discuss cosmic stuff with you. I’ve certainly been dunked in it. But, as I wrote yesterday, cosmic experiences did not seem to be the engine driving my changes. Certainly, some changes were triggered by cosmic experiences, but the engagements on this world were the engine for most of the alchemy in me.
If I engage this world’s servings in keeping with my spirit training and guidance/corrections, that refines me. If I engage this world’s servings in the old ways, I lose traction, can even go backwards – I have experienced that. It was horrible, took the angels 2 years to turn me around, get me back to where I was before I slipped a disc, so speak.
Right now, I seem to be going through a change in/on this world, am still fuzzy on details. It’s one day at a time for me, deal with what’s in front of me, deal what follows that, deal with what follows that – pretty simple program, but the internal grinding can be really rugged, today is really rugged internally.
As I do with the external what I am trained and/or directed to do, the internal moves forward, is digested, assimilated, excreted. Then, comes the next meal. Then the next meal. Right now, I’m in various stages of digesting quite a few meals, you are one meal, Tim is another.
What’s the point? Fuck if I know, other than I have been told what I am experiencing is being arranged to accelerate my spirit velocity, if I stick to the program. I have been told many times not to worry myself with how others respond to what I am given to do, say, write; I am to worry myself with doing what I’m given to do, in the way I’m trained and advised.
I in the past have encountered people who’d had cosmic, life-changing experiences. Some seemed grounded in this world, dealing with the daily grist, others seemed off in another world, not interested in the daily grist, or maybe not wanting to be in it, escape perhaps; denial, perhaps.
There was a time when I was connected to quite advanced people, some became friends, others I was introduced to by their “followers”. Most of the ones to whom I was introduced were not nearly as far along as they believed they were; often something happened because I was there that was for them, and they did not get it. Usually, it was something that happened not caused by me, but sometimes it was something I did or said.
That hasn’t happened since a lady shaman from South America came through Key West three Christmases ago and found out about me in a weird way and we and her fellow had some time together and it didn’t go all that easy for her, or for me; she was still using the sacred vine in the Amazon to take shaman journeys, finally the angels told me in a dream that was like taking steroids. I told her of the dream, and she said she might not have further dealings with me for at least a year, maybe not ever. That was Christmas before last. No word from her since. I don’t dislike her, nor do I dislike Tim Gratz.
There are people I do dislike. Tim does stuff I dislike, but there is something about him, which I like. Maybe we have known each other a while (before this life).
What the fuck do I know? What the angels show me, what life shows me. In the Big Scheme, I’m probably an ignoramus; compared to me, who I was before Jesus and Archangel Michael apprehended me in early 1987, probably was an ignoramus.
Everything is relative, and everything is provisional; nothing is cast into stone, as far as I can tell. Nothing.
Maybe I will be told in a dream tonight to shuck Tim; that would surprise me, but not being told to leave off discussing certain topics him. I might be told in a dream tonight to shuck you. and that, too, would surprise me.
I cannot imagine anyone wanting to have the Baptism in Fire, of which Jesus spoke in the Gospels, which he himself experienced in the Gospels – that’s easy for me to see, being up to my eyeballs in it for a l-o-n-g t-i-m-e. I have read of people who actually wanted to have the experience, though. John of the Cross. Anthony of the Desert. In Christendom, for examples. Some of the Sufi masters, for other examples.
It was visited on me, and I have hollered plenty about it, and wished I was dead, thought plenty about making myself dead. As you say, as I have told many people, there is no way to know what that is like unless it happens to you. There are stories of it happening to people in the Bible, but Christendom does not grok those stories are examples of what Jesus meant by being born again in the spirit.
For all I know, Christendom never will grok that. Doesn’t stop me from writing about it from time to time, and publishing it.
I really don’t know yet why you and I were connected. Maybe I never will know in this life. But we were connected.
Never heard of Dave Mustaine, I see him in Wikipedia. I never did like heavy metal, perhaps related to my never having heard of him.
Read some of Anne Rice’s vampire tales, that the Anne Rice you mean? I wondered what her fascination with vampires was really about? I figured it was interesting, perhaps macabre, something buried in her psyche, I wonder now if she ever got to the bottom of that?
Yep, the same Anne Rice. According to Wiki She elaborated :
On July 28, 2010, Rice publicly renounced her dedication to Christianity on her Facebook page, stating, “Today I quit being a Christian…. I remain committed to Christ as always but not to being “Christian” or to being part of Christianity. It’s simply impossible for me to ‘belong’ to this quarrelsome, hostile, disputatious, and deservedly infamous group. For ten years, I’ve tried. I’ve failed. I’m an outsider. My conscience will allow nothing else.” Shortly thereafter, she clarified her statement: “My faith in Christ is central to my life. My conversion from a pessimistic atheist lost in a world I didn’t understand, to an optimistic believer in a universe created and sustained by a loving God is crucial to me. But following Christ does not mean following His followers. Christ is infinitely more important than Christianity and always will be, no matter what Christianity is, has been, or might become.”
Following her announcement, Rice’s renunciation of Christianity was commented upon by numerous journalists and pundits. In an interview with the Los Angeles Times, Rice elaborated on her view regarding being a member of a Christian church: “I feel much more morally comfortable walking away from organized religion. I respect that there are all kinds of denominations and all kinds of churches, but it’s the entire controversy, the entire conversation that I need to walk away from right now.” In response to the question, “how do you follow Christ without a church?” Rice replied: “I think the basic ritual is simply prayer. It’s talking to God, putting things in the hands of God, trusting that you’re living in God’s world and praying for God’s guidance. And being absolutely faithful to the core principles of Jesus’ teachings.”
As for Mustaine, he sort of went the way of Ted Neugent. Being it takes a certain type of insecure male to seek out the macho status of Rock and Roll, and especially Thrash Metal, it wasn’t surprising. Not to mention he was originally kicked out of Metallica because he drank too much for THEM, and he placed a couple of “black magic hexes” when he was younger which he perceived to have worked and felt guilty for ever after. A Wiki byte from him:
“I went back to being a Jehovah’s Witness, but I wasn’t happy with that.” He later said in an interview, “Looking up at the cross, I said six simple words, ‘What have I got to lose?’ Afterwards my whole life has changed. It’s been hard, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. Rather go my whole life believing that there is a God and find out there isn’t than live my whole life thinking there isn’t a God and then find out, when I die, that there is.” Mustaine also considers his talent a gift from God. “To be the No. 1 rated guitar player in the world is a gift from God and I’m stoked about it, but I think Christ is better than I am, anyway,” he said. “Either way, I don’t put too much earthly merit on it.”
Ann Rice from yours:
In response to the question, “how do you follow Christ without a church?” Rice replied: “I think the basic ritual is simply prayer. It’s talking to God, putting things in the hands of God, trusting that you’re living in God’s world and praying for God’s guidance. And being absolutely faithful to the core principles of Jesus’ teachings.”
That’s pretty close to how I go about it. Jesus was not a Christian. He was a Jew. He walked and talked with angels of the Lord. He got advice from them. He prayed for God’s guidance. His prayer was so simple, too simple:
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth …
Nothing in that entire prayer about dying and going to heaven. That prayer is about bringing heaven to earth in our daily lives, and how many ways in the Gospels did Jesus give examples of how that could happen? If he did not think how people lived was important, why then did he make such a big deal, often, about how people lived?
Yet, my friend Tim, he has lots of company, is convinced the Bible says how people live has nothing to do with being saved by Jesus, with being in heaven with God after they die. Looks like insanity to me, or demonic possession, you pick. But a kinder way to look at it, for me, is this is a computer program, it is brainwashing, and it was done to Tim, and others, when they were young; or, they had a great commotion later in life and fled to religion, and then it was fed to them by people to whom it had been fed, who had it fed to them by people to whom it had been fed , going back generations and centuries, to when it got started some time after the man Jesus walked on this world.
For God’s sake! If a person lives as Jesus said in the Gospels people should live, what the fuck does it matter to Jesus, or to God, whether or not that person is a Christian, or a born-again Christian?
In the law, which Tim knows pretty well, he’s an ex-lawyer, is a doctrine of substance over form, which means the courts, and the law, look to what really is going on, and not to what is painted to be going on.
Christendom’s salvation formula is paint; the real salvation, the substance, mimic Jesus. This is plain as day to me, but between Christianity and its offshoots, and Catholocism and its offshoots, together over 2 billion people, think, how many understand that what is important is to mimic Jesus, because action speaks so much louder than theory, belief, theology, attending church, that the latter are but dust in the wind compared to action.
I think maybe Mary Chapin Carpenter might have done a hit song with “action speaks louder” in it. And another hit song with “sometimes you’re the windshield, and sometimes you’re the bug, sometimes you’re the Louisville Slugger, and sometimes you’re the ball.”
That country gal sang about life; the grist that defines us, tests us, teaches us, soothes us, excites us, depresses us, uplifts us, destroys us. The good, the bad, the beautiful and the ugly.
This poem was given to me in August 2000, on Maui, during the week I went homeless the first time:
All fig leaves burn
All ugly seen
All pain loved
All truth beauty
All people one
All time now
This poem was given to me in April, 1994:
the sacred planet
through which souls are refracted
into their elemental parts,
purified in Holy Fire,
and sent on their way
to not even God knows where,
simply because they are all
unique emanations of God,
Keep it simple stupid, might pretty well sum up those two poems, which pretty well sum up human beings and their Creator, in my ignorant opinion.
I wonder if Anne Rice is experiencing Holy Fire internally? I wonder if she has lost control of her life? Has she been shanghaied by angels of the Lord?
I sometimes am called on by Jehovah’s Witnesses. When I don’t care to deal with them, I tell them I am Jewish, Mormon, or Catholic. Sometimes I engage them and say I get such large doses of God ongoing, that often I find myself wishing there was no God, and would they like to hear some of my stories?, and by now they are either headed back to their car, or saying what they have memorized or been programmed to say. They always are polite, and they always leave, wondering, I suppose, what manner of devils live inside of that poor man?
Jesus, Archangel Michael, Magdalene-Melchizedek, for starters.
Not infrequently, I muse out loud, sometimes in posts at my websites, what humanity would be like on this world, if it got treated by the above and their cohorts the way I am treated by them? I have also mused out loud that such an event might reduce the human population on this planet to 50,000 individuals, or maybe to only 5,000, or maybe to only 500.
Maybe that’s why it isn’t done to the species.
What do I know? Maybe what is done to me, to you, what happens inside of us, others who have been cut out of the herd, is infectious, contagious? Maybe other humans catch it unawares, and it starts incubating in them, like a virus, until it breaks out and they are sick with it, so to speak, if not in this life, then later.
Maybe we are sort of like Typhoid Mary, so to speak
Jason wrote, crossing mine above:
I wasn’t suggesting that you discontinue a friendship, simply moving on from what might be a source of conflict. As far as ending relationships, of whatever nature, I am familiar with the discipline.
And it certainly was not my intent to make a sweeping generalization of all churchgoers. There are a lot of kindly old grandmothers out there going to church and praying for their loved ones, and that is wonderful. My own great grandmother(one of the 4 great grandparents I was privileged to have spent time with) would often mention that she was sometimes afraid God had forgotten about her. She lived to be 93 and had had to watch 2 of her husbands go before her into the unknown. Sadly, rather than any of my family offering to move in with her or to take her in, they put her in a home because she was falling too much. She died within months, just stopped eating.
No doubt our experiences have many differences, but differences only add to the flavor. It’s not the differences that astound me, but they keep me interested in life. We’ll have to get into other things I haven’t as yet mentioned later. As for earthly me, I’m still well immersed in the grist of this world, namely human relationships; although, almost completely within the confines of familial and domestic situations(i.e. compromise, choosing ones battles, learning to understand my own hangups in concert with other people’s hangups). Which is also something I would not have actively chosen for myself, considering I was glad to be rid of it and enjoying my freedoms. It’s not easy to go from a wild horsey’s life and go back to live on the farm, I have found.
When you say “They put you and me together, I knew that immediately”, do you mean when you got my recent e-mail or when I first met you on duval street in front of Earthbound trading company? As I recall you were walking with a rolled up tourney board hanging out of your pack and I asked you for a game. We went around the corner and had one at Sippin, after which you had to go but not before handing me “A Tale of Two Hearts”? Also, what do you feel your relationship with Patrick means? Is it possible he is one of your guardians/guides? He has a great inner peace. Well gotta go for now.
I was writing my previous when this from you arrived, which I only saw when I sent the previous your way.
I don’t recall meeting you the first time. I meant when I heard from you the other day. I sometimes groused that I didn’t have anyone to talk with about a whole lot of what I experience, have experienced, been shown, told.
Your grandmother sounds wonderful. I have known lots of church goers I really liked, and I have told them I didn’t care for their view, if they professed it, that only Christians, or only born-again Christians, didn’t die and burn forever in hell. And, if it was their professed view that America at War, Inc. was doing God’s will, that I didn’t care for that view either.
I’m 71 years old. All my ancestors are dead. I am the oldest in my generation. I’m the grandfather, who does not hear from his children, or grandchildren.
Well, Jesus did tell his disciples they were going to lose all of that, and wives, and friends, and parents, through rejection, or shunning, and when that all happened to me, I remembered what Jesus had told his disciples. Didn’t make me like it, though, and it didn’t stop the pain. And it didn’t cause me not to love them, and it didn’t cause me not to like them; it seemed to be the terrain I was on.
Sometimes I wonder if I might not like going back to being a horsey on a farm.
Two Souls in Love, think it was called, fell out of me in early 2006, right before I returned to the Keys to live full time, after having lived here part time, mostly homeless, or just off the street, since late 2000. I may still have one copy.
Patrick is a very old soul, who suffered horrible trauma in his youth and later. He was put in prison at age 18, because he refused to be inducted into the US military and go to Vietnam. 3 years in prison. That might not have been the start of his woes, but it was certainly a major contribution. Other major contributions followed.
He only wanted to play chess and make mandalas, from childhood. He still loves chess and making mandalas. He also is an addict, active, booze. He is in awful health. He seems to be waiting on the Lord to take him. He is gentle, usually. And patient. He is curious. He knows a lot more than he lets on.
Sometimes he comes in my dreams with messages. Sometimes I dream of chess positions, moves, which, on waking, mean something to me about something I am engaging in this world.
In Jan. 2005, I was told in my sleep, “You need to learn how to play chess.” I started hanging out with Patrick at the AA hall, where he then worked the counter, he was sober then. I started playing chess with him, other people he knew. Other chess players showed up. I lost a whole lot of games.
I had been terrified of chess most of my life, because I felt really stupid the few times I played it.
I needed to learn better how to play chess in life’s engagements, and playing chess with Patrick and the other people was one way of sharpening me up, honing my wits, making me more “street smart” perhaps.
Patrick is a dear friend, and I have to watch his struggle knowing there is nothing I can do to change it. He is headed down, it will take and Act of God to change that.
I have helped him out a few times when he needed something he could not afford to buy. Something he really needed. I imagine he and I have known each other a long time, before this life.