Greetings from the Heart of Austin, Texas

I awoke at 5:45 in a beautiful setting by Zilker Park and Barton Springs Pool refreshed and eager to join the day.  Did my meditation and then my exercises. After coffee, a friend and I went to a meeting at a club my sponsor helped to start here many years ago.  It was like coming home. We passed a house near what was Willie's club in my heavy drinking days called the Texas Opry House.  Waylon played there many times and Merle and so many other great ones. 

I was telling Howie afterward, it is clear to me I am on a real adventure that began about one year ago to the day in Costa Rica with my children, Ran and Shannon. I am in the middle of a changing of the guard. Santa Cruz is but the watchword for the whole big thing. Timing. Waiting. Being.

Love, 

Johnny W

A Sort Of Song

Yet Not One

When a young boy who was read to often trembles to recall the following sentence:

“All good things come to those who wait upon the Lord.”

and, try as he might, that boy took it wrong

and love showed its meaning to him

that one now wants to tell of it

For, you see, I only thought I knew back then. Thought. Words. Definitions. Logic. Rules. I had no one to teach me, to initiate me, into vital truth. In ancient times every child was initiated to live as human among humans. These were the uncivilized tribes. Civilization came into being as a convenient way for robbery to occur. So convenient is it that the victim of the robbery actually praises the robber and gives thanks for the theft and pledges allegiance to the robber for life. How do you like that?

And, the robber called the true God Satan

and had the temerity to call itself God the Almighty and things like, “The Lord of Your Nation”.

And, a singing poet (who everyone wondered how good could he be) asked, “If you are on our side, Who will stop the next war?” And I was among those who failed to understand for a long time.

What was robbed? Was it valuable? You bet. The most precious of all. The night pearl. It is the night pearl who knows the meaning of all scripture. It is the night pearl who waits upon the true Lord. It is the night pearl who knows that waiting is not what you have been taught to believe. Waiting is not inaction. To wait is to be fully awake and aware. You can witness such waiting by watching a wild, free bird who lands for a time within your sight. So alert and present checking every angle to know what is also present, the bird will not miss the gifts that are being broadcast by the true Lord to every night pearl listening. The source of those gifts is the true God. Waiting is living in a state of grace.

To wait in this sense is to never allow yourself to go forward without a true connection to the same thing that guides the bird and all the rest of the world of living things. It is like saying to a young driver, “Do not forget the car you drive requires fuel or you will surely regret it.”

If you are like I was you might reply, “But I don't know how to wait like that!” My purpose has to be to give a call and you must answer and that is the beginning. You were robbed and you must get riled up about it and then listen like the bird to what you are told. Something has to awaken the night pearl inside of you. It knows. The robbery occurred through illusion which distracted your attention from that pearl within. It now welcomes you to return on its terms. It will spell out the terms. And then it will be so that

“All good things come to those who wait upon the Lord.”

The world of human fools….hmmmm. I want to discuss all of humanity. Three kinds. The first type denies it is a fool. So, never does anything at all to address its situation. Just a fool throughout. Nearly all leaders fit here. The second group realize they are fools and call themselves fools or idiots very often as if that will save them from the wrath of what has no patience with a fool...and then there are the final group, and it is very small by comparison to the other two groups I have described. These ones know themselves to be fools all right but have about themselves just a sparkle of diligence which sets them apart...just barely...only barely...they resolve to do something about it and what they do is to watch the others and deliberately refuse to follow them. That is, we often do just the opposite of what we see others doing. We appear at times almost wise. That about sums it up for now.

Anony mouse ly Live

So, Lose The Do-er

The Divine is the master and agent, there is no do-er. Lose it. Divine has chosen its human form. Then, deliberately, divinity is forgotten. It likes a mystery. It wants to be shown that it can go under the spell and return. The divine plays games with itself to forget its nature for the pure joy of reuniting in the annihilation of the do-er. It is time to come home.

The conceited, self-centered do-er has got to stop someday, why not today? Drop it. In your life lose it, not anybody else's. Why? There is so much energy bound up in the concept of some “I” who is doing “My” life. Wasted! To drop the conceptual do-er frees all that tied up energy to be used in service of Divinity. And the flame of divinity can light many other candles. What a sight that is going to be.

A drop of divine left in dirt on Earth with all the correct elements has one power, one chance to free itself. It chooses to stand up. It takes 4 billion years but who is counting? Its one advantage is that it can remember its nature and in so remembering choose its awakening. Make the choice now.

With all that energy freed nothing will be left undone. Whoever hears this and follows will be aware of a blessing. This truly is the revolution wherein no blood is shed. Verily, I tell you that you can do this miracle and nobody else need even know about it yet you will live as a god is supposed to live. The only difference between you at this moment and a god is to be found in anonymity- the foundation of a new life.

You have been told you can overcome your terrible difficulties by accepting each one. You can try. Try and try and try. But relief will only come to those who admit, “I cannot accept this tragic condition which besets me for I am the one who is attached to sorrow”. With that deeper gesture of acceptance comes a sudden realization, oh, I am not that. I am dirt. I am the dirt divinity has chosen to mold into a body to live temporarily then return as dirt in peace.