So, who is a meek person?

It is nothing less than an individual who has regained sight 

of the reality of his situation after losing sight of it and in 

gratitude for a merciful outcome makes an effort to stay in 

touch for the rest of life. In other words, it is a person who 

knows some things. Knows what life is for...who he is...and 

where to find strength to row his own boat gently down the 

stream. These are rich blessings. No wonder such a one as 

that stands to inherit the Earth. Fit to serve magic. Do you 

know Earth to be a magical garden? There is someone meek 

inside every achiever. Let it out. Let it reign.

What does anyone know of what is lost by the reckless way we drive people into careers based upon money earnings and rapid advancement under a bombardment of competitive sniping? And what does it cost us really in lost talent and potential greatness to inflict heavy doses of failure onto the minds and hearts of young boys and girls who try and for whatever reason do not make the cut? How does it feel to suffer the loss of a passion as yet unborn? What becomes of those children who fear the voices of condemnation and rage coming at them from several directions at once? Does anybody even care?

And what is the reward to those who 'make it"? How does it feel? To reach the top and find the bottom?

What if we encouraged everyone, everyone, to merely row their own boat down the stream, gently? What then might we experience as a people at large? No games inside of boundaries, merely horseplay. What fool suggested we excel one over the other? Why not accept each other withholding judgment? And learn what each has to show us. What if kindness replaces hardness? The Grand canyon was carved by water on its way home to the sea. It is certain we are missing a great deal without a clue of its passage.

IF WE MURDERED BILLY

GOT AWAY WITH IT

that's our burden

Well, if we can murder Billy the Kid and get away with it, mankind is doomed.

There is a disease for which no doctor has a name nor a cure. It is the disease that comes from being unconscious that one's greatness lies in utter weakness. It kills more than any disease named or to be named ever. Well, if we can murder Billy the Kid and get away with it, nobody has a chance.

If a soul so large as that of Jesus Christ cannot influence people to turn away from self promotion in order to practice love, what chance have you or I?

Billy said, I am not afraid of dying, I just do not want to be killed like a dog, unarmed. So, I'll keep on shooting until I run out of bullets. Fuck it! Is this all fake? There is no chance for mankind, a fiction, but there is a chance that never expires for an individual. Every attempt by people to create an organization among men and women is absent truth. It is like a farmer trying to grow a crop with soil and water in the absence of seed. Things are on Earth as they are. Only the meek get it. So, we don't get away with it.

I think this. People who despise honesty in sexual behavior and think they can make a better world by controlling others will soon have deep, ugly, twisted, filthy desires of their own they are hiding. So we don't get away with it. That disease makes them so furious. These poor souls suffer in the belief none are they who love truly. People who oppose the freedom to be whoever I am cannot be trusted for every child knows all of us are just that and that alone and want to make love of it.

A whore is at least honest in one thing. The whore makes it plain she or he makes no claim to respectability in society's eyes. Far more honest is she than the reputable business people who sell things like shoes or houses or deodorants or ice cream cones or pharmaceuticals or legal services or medical treatment or Bibles. And vastly more honest is she than those who enforce the laws and those who defend the accused. It is simple really. Those people just listed make the bold statement every day and throughout every day that they are indeed respectable people and yet know better in their hearts. Thus do their lies pile up. So we don't get away with it.

The first thing to go on the road to freedom and peace is reputation. I do not want you to think me an honest man. I want to be one. For I see how much greater is the life of such a one. I seek a great life not material wealth. I do not oppose you, whoever you are, I just wanna make love with you. Like I said, I am not respectable.

The next to go on the road to freedom and peace is quarreling. One is not concerned with getting what one deserves anymore and, what is more, everybody you meet knows that about you without a word of it from you. Something murders you many times a day that loves the kids we murder. And, as you know, we can murder a kid in a thousand ways. Well, like I said, if we murdered the Kid and got away with it, that was our burden, back then. So, we don't get away with it. Only the broken disreputable will understand. Only the meek inherit the Earth. It is so as it shall be evermore.

It's always been up to you, as an individual, to decide. How to spend your cash as a going concern. What cash? Consciousness. What to practice paying your attention to. What matters, of course, is what will bring the greatest return. Is it greater to give than to receive? That is the question. Some have said it is more profitable to give away all that I have than to receive riches as my own. These two approaches differ dramatically. Just cannot do both. Which?

NO CHANCE FOR A FICTION

There is no chance for mankind, a fiction, but 

there is a chance that never expires for an 

individual. Every attempt by people to create an 

organization among men and women is absent 

truth. It is like a farmer trying to grow a crop with 

soil and water in the absence of seed. Things are 

on Earth as they are. Only the meek get it, so, we 

don't get away with nuthin'.

Wherever there is wisdom lurking about, no matter what the circumstance, there is always an answer to be found. 

A rut and a grove. Same thing and yet so different. It's a mystery. How can it be so? What is it makes so much of a difference that cannot be found with the most sensitive instrument? You look at a living creature and proclaim, There is life here! If you were asked to find the life you speak of and show us, could you? I once heard a learned physicist reveal that an equation that he works with to try and explain the Universe is not alive. It is a dead thing. It just lies there. One can command it to sit up and walk or fly, but it just lies there. What gives it its juice? A mystery?

Take music. Same thing. What makes us dance? Where is it? Where's the rhythm? We do not doubt its existence, too much obvious evidence. But where is it?

And where is the true God? The Power that believed in you? It believes in you still. How do I know that? You breathe, for one thing. That's what I want to talk about.

A man or woman can be in a penitentiary wearing a prescribed drab uniform under armed guard always inside a fence taking orders about every detail of the day's activities and yet BE FREE. Another living person can be the owner of several mansions overlooking stunning views complete with lots of large closets of designer clothing and drive five automobiles anywhere and anytime he wants and spend money in unlimited amounts be rich and famous and BE A PRISONER. A rut and a groove. What really matters to you?

A teacher once told of searching for poverty. His journey took him to the slums of India. Seeing a little boy in the slum who wore only a torn shirt, no pants and no shoes, laughing as he ran rolling a tire down a dusty road with a stick the man knew he witnessed joy. And he asked me, Where is the poverty? A rut and a groove. It is important is it not to understand this world we live in? To live in mystery and be secure is an art. Wherever there is wisdom lurking about, no matter what the circumstance, there is always an answer to be found. Can you trust a mystery? As a mystery? No explanation necessary? I, myself, have experienced a slum dwelling wherein I bathed in light and joy. Do you know of such a thing as that? I bet you do. Dig in. The art lies hidden. Look beneath the surface of things.

I heard about a man famous for building bridges all over the world. He was proud of his work to join cities, he said. As I see it, we need to be about the business of building another kind of bridge. Such a building as that is not done with plans and drawings and heavy machinery. A building that is done in stillness, listening to and watching nothing, connects what has been disconnected by the building of bridges that connect cities. Have you noticed how the bridges between cities can actually divide us and facilitate invasion then war?