My step-brother Bill hit my brother John with a left cross back in 1960. John wouldn’t do the dishes his and his step-brother’s mom had asked him to do so Bill told him to get up, spun him around and swung at him. John went reeling. I think I’ll never forget it. I believe John tries to get even for that with me. He beats me at all games, never gives me nothing. He adopted a “right” wing political position and even hated mom. Quite a queer, but my step siblings say he has always been that way. A point my step-sister made was that John was the “baby” before I was born and he lost all the attention of being “the baby” when I appeared. That was in 1953. Eisenhower began his presidency. I understand there was a fellow named McCarthy raising Hell on TV about communism in America and that TV had just appeared in American living rooms.
As people exert their influence to make you more like them don’t you become sensitive to who your audience at a place like WordPress might be?
My aunt is from Brooklyn. She pronounces brother as brudder. It’s common in Brooklyn to speak this way.
I found out about brotherhood later in my life when I was in college. Actually it may have come up in high school, in those years because of the war in Vietnam. Killing our brothers was the issue. Of course the American Civil War brought that up. I eventually learned about the spiritual reality of brotherhood. All men are brothers. God is our Father. Very important tenets in Christianity.
I used to like my brothers. They were funny and did things for me. They were very important to me. They new how to do things, they knew about the world, they understood things. Now, I never see them. Same with these other brothers that came along later who were similar to me as men, not wanting war, believing in civil rights, gay rights, women’s rights. They were my brothers in that sense. Often they were peers. Pot smokers were brothers, they called themselves after the musical group doobie brothers, a doobie referring to the marijuana cigarette a.k.a a joint or a number.
Brothers aren’t necessarily kind to brothers and I had a falling out with some. Some brothers don’t care for some sisters and that doesn’t help. Some brothers want to sleep with some sisters who have given themselves to other brothers. That can cause trouble, a lot of trouble.
This meditation or sadhana as they call it has made me think of the real meaning of brotherhood. I’m sure this consciousness will expand and spread to the larger reality. At this point its just my personal brothers.
Tom Hanks made a TV Show called Band of Brothers. I didn’t watch it. I took it to be patriotic propaganda, a cheerleading to get the country united behind the war on terror. It could turn into some caring about those whom we sent to fight in the recent wars. Tom might do something about vets in hospitals and getting jobs. That would be patriotic to me. I don’t want any more war. I don’t want it to expand. I want peace to expand.
People get pissed off with me because I mention gay rights or just mention gays and they say, “MY CHILDREN ARE ON HERE!”
I say “FUCK YOUR CHILDREN!”
I’m having a real issue with sleeping lately. I can’t stay awake. I guess life is so dull without the TV. I used to turn it on as soon as I got up. There was always something on with the Premium subscription and the DVR that let me record shows.
I still haven’t gotten the darn thing fixed and I’m sleepy. So sleep I have to pull over sometimes on the road and get a little rest.
I’m saving a lot of money though. The premium susbscription with the NFL Sunday and MLB Baseball and ESPN Full Court, which I may not have needed cost me about $250 a month when I suspended the service. I had some extra HD service as well. Never enough HD channels when you have an HD set.
If anyone wants to come down here and help me with it, get it to the repair shop, start up service, they are welcome to stay here. I’m sure I could find a little nook or cranny for them to bivouac.
My name should be Arvin, like the South Vietnamese Army. My big brother would be AMERICA. RIGHT? YES?
Why who has even ever thought of that? I’ve heard of black people being White Man’s Burden and their must be someone to help those pathetic hippies whom I’ve heard no longer exist.
I wonder what made me feel that way today? Meditation? Gurumayi? No, definitely not her.
It was ARVN that lost the war.
Way up NORTH. I guess that’s why John isn’t like the other young big brothers I encounter. I hardly even keep up with their ages, I can just tell by looking at them. John is so much more important than Sam and Charles Collins, Reed Ellis or the teachers at Santa Fe. Yes, they are free to disappear but John has his own way of disappearing and doing secret work when no one is looking, like Russel Crowe in “A Beautiful Mind.”
I was just wondering when Siddha Yoga says God lives within You as You why You? Why not Us? God lives with Us as Us. Clearly, that is the meaning or is the problem seeing things in a social light? I don’t know what is really wrong with that either since we must see God in Each Other.