I’d like to reply in kind, but Kathy texted me yesterday that her mother died. We’ve called it dementia for a couple of years, but Alzheimer’s by any other name…
I’m packing my truck for going to WPB and every few minutes, Kathy requests I bring something else. I need to say this before jumping and running–
I honestly have never considered that you are an ambulatory schitz. I fit the description better than you. I jest, but it is true…my mother was from Chicago; my dad from rural agrarian Georgia. They were married at ages 16 and 18. Part of me has been drawn to the light hearted folks that fish for catfish and bream by the side of the (dirt) road, and another part was restlessly adapted to academia where I was relatively free to think and act within acceptable parameters…though I was seen as a cross between Caesar Chavez and a broke Howard Hughes.
I’ve gotta go, but back to you– As a brother, I have wanted to say, “Care beware” as we learned at frat house. Being a KA has parallels. Stereotypes are easily applied and hard to avoid. We are not racists, nor dumb Southern alcoholic white trash, but we have given the Rebel yell by association. It is Robert E. Lee who we represent, brave, loyal, principled, surrendered, but not defeated as a man.
I have said to you before, if you make the stereotypes less easily applied, you could get elected and do more good than from rants. Angels don’t need credit, nor do I hope they want credit for directing you. Most folks are more interested in your ideas that your credit to your motivational sources. To reduce the amplitude of your dreams and credit to your angels is not giving up your soul, it is only a means to avoid being misinterpreted and being heard, instead.
I’ve gotta go, but consider–by giving all credit to Angels’ advice, you avoid responsibility for what transpires. If the angels are ignored, you were only the messenger.
…and please abandon the idea if “making KW a solar city.” That appeals only to those who don’t know solar…and that includes you, unless you present it with more understanding. During the NNK electrical fiasco, those who knew little to nothing bought the idea that stand alone solar was a good thing. It is not. I was forced to live with it for over 15 years by those who knew not of what they spoke. Care beware, brother. A person who is his own lawyer has a fool for a lawyer. A candidate wi is his own campaign manager is doomed to take or defect the hits. Deflecting is not what the angels want.
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Condolences, your mother-in-law. My father’s brother Leo, whom I loved dearly, had Alzheimer’s; I burst into tears over it and was glad for him when news finally came that he had passed over.
As a boy, I viewed Leo as the greatest fisherman in the world; I learned from him how to use artificial bait, bait-cast, then spin-cast. He never was into fly-fishing, which I came to really enjoy.
I can relate to fishing for bream and catfish, used to be really important to me. The only bream I know around these parts are in your neck of the woods, the Blue Hole on Big Pine Key. Don’t imagine the park rangers would cotton to us poaching those blue gills for a fish fry.
You got me trying to imagine how it might have gone if I had showed up in Key West in late 2000 and started living on the street and never said a word about where I’d come from, or what I did before arriving here, or about dreams, visions, angels, God, etc. What if I had played complete mystery man? If I had stuck with my name at that time, Sloan Young, maybe nobody ever would have penetrated the mystery. Maybe I would have gotten elected to something simply because people liked how I thought and what I said about local issues. It didn’t go that way, of course. But if it had gone that way, I’d have felt like a big fat fraud because I was taking a lot more credit to myself than I knew was due.
When I was a Kappa Alpha at Vanderbilt, the Rebel yell thing was a pretty big deal to me. Robert E. Lee was a distant nobleman some day to aspire to be like; right then, though, I was just trying to have as a good a time as possible. God, in the KA Dieu es le Dames creed, was so far, far away that I could only contemplate some day contemplating “Him”. Women, I had no trouble contemplating.
As time passed, and my life didn’t go anywhere near like I had hoped it would go when I was at Vanderbilt, and later in law school at Alabama; as I sunk deeper and deeper into pain and misery; as, finally, after trying just about everything but God to right my sunk ship, I turned there and asked for help … The rest, as they say, is history, which I have told many times in various ways.
The angels still like solar; maybe they know something about it, which has not yet been discovered. I never did like the big lead battery banks people on No Name Key used. Some members of the pro-electrify No Name camp kept talking about connecting to the Keys Energy grid and selling their surplus sun time solar energy back to Keys Energy, and using Keys Energy electricity at other times.
I heard some of those folks, after getting on Keys Energy’s grid, had their solar panels removed. I think I heard Brad and Beth Vickrey were the first to do that. I still wonder why they even bought a home on No Name, when they could have bought a home on the grid on Big Pine. I still wonder that about everyone who bought a home on No Name, who wanted Keys Energy power.
It won’t surprise me to wake up one morning and read in the Citizen that Brad and Beth, or somebodies, are proposing a new residential development on No Name to the Monroe County Government. I didn’t need angels to put that idea into my noggin’. But it was angels who brought me all the way from Colorado and put me on No Name Key Bridge in early January 1995, and made a covenant with me that I would be used to try to protect that part of the Keys, since I loved it so much.
If people don’t want to vote for someone who says angels steer and correct him, that’s their problem. My problem is doing everything possible to please the angels, having experienced in spades what it’s like when I displease them.
Maybe people only think angels should be talked about in church. Maybe people get afraid when they hear somebody say his life has been commandeered by angels; maybe they fear the same could happen to them. There are stories in the Bible of that happening to people.
Maybe the angels want people to know there is another way to live. Maybe the angels want people to consider that other way because the way people live today is not working, as is seen on TV news reports every day and night.
Maybe the angels want people to consider that angels are not archetypes, nor is Evil, nor is God; that they are just as real, more real, actually, than are people, who basically are projections out of spirit beings and groups into human bodies on his planet, among other places.
The thing about my father’s brother Leo, which most bugged my father, and lots of other people at times, was he called a spade a spade; he didn’t know any other way.