We can lie, we can distort the truth, we can exploit current concerns. When non-violence was an issue, pretending to be victimized by violence was something. Vegetarianism was flourishing, football was bad, rape was any kind of forward move on a woman. If you supported the non-violence movement you called all kinds of things violence, if you didn’t support you defended violence. Pretty simple.
You know, battery is any kind of contact with another individual. Don’t know the law myself but you have heard of assault and battery. Such things don’t matter unless someone “presses charges.” When I was assulated by a personal acquaintance I did not press charges. I got little help from the authorities. There was a small movement to claim I was a victim of violence, unfortunately I squelched that small movement by retaliating with violence. I believed I needed the violence. I felt defenseless in the face of a threat.
What is violence? Is it only this battery thing we have mentioned? Is it just touching someone? What of violence that contains noe physical attribute. Many think the laws against marijuana are violence. I could call the rules that govern our education violent. I missed one too many days of physical education in college and got on academic probation. I couldn’t get off this probation, another violence in my eyes. Maybe not getting any love is violence to young people. They look so forward to having their own places when they leave home for school and yet they don’t find a person to share themselves with, a sexual partner. Maybe not having enough money for a sandwich is violence. No money for cigarettes and gas, cheap, cheap cars, hand me down clothes, life with parents. These could all be violence in some people’s eyes but I think the media is what really defines the violence. We just follow along. Those glossy pics, those long stories in print mean so much to us. Oh, to be a feature in Rolling Stone. Wouldn’t that be something. Of course most of the features in the Stone seem to end in death and someone getting away with something somehow.
Some folk inspire the old days. They are like movie producers/directors trying to
recreate the 50’s or 60’s, maybe even the 40’s in some cases. Sure, movie makers
try to recreate many different eras. Why? Well, it’s in the script, it’s part of the
project. I must admit a partiality to the 70’s, to hippie communes and Indian
philosophy but others prefer something else. Something at war with those days
and things. In this regard I thought of the old One and Two today. One, the Shaivites
who believe there is only one soul which appears as this universe. It is the cause
as well as the effect of the universe. Two, the Vaishnavas, who believe the inner
self, Krsna, is the creator of the universe and we, the devotee or miscreants are the
effect. My late uncle, a veteran of WWII, used to minimize our bathroom necessities
by calling them the 1 and the 2. One for urinating and Two for defecating. Such large
words weren’t my Brooklyn uncle’s thing so it was really One for piss and Two for
I am often distracted while chanting my chants. There is a story of demons destroying
sacrifices in the Shrimad Bhagavatam. It is early on in the scripture. It makes Shiva
quite unhappy. This disturbing of my sacrifice of words, my chanting, reminds me of
that. That’s besides the point, really. I had to wander off into this philosophical “shit’
while I was singing the Hymn to Mahalakshmi. It reminds me of Rodney Dangerfield,
no respect, The Hymn to Mahalakshmi don’t get no respect. The arguments rule. They
My best friend went born again after Jimmy Carter in the 70’s. That stuff was so big.
He still smoked dope. I believe he drank beer, too, but he believed in Jesus Christ, the
Lord and he told me so. I had other beliefs. Buddhism, Hinduism, etc. But my friend
didn’t like that stuff. He was a working man, you see. They eat meat, get shaves and
hair cuts. Being born again just seemed to fit right in. “Jesus” would lead him aright.
He graduated college, go a B.A. in journalism. Later, he moved away, to Tallahassee
where he would never see me.
So, the precedent being set, in 1978 , I think it was, I went into a church and took a
baptism. It was meant for an old friend’s newborn but it being such a relaxed time I
didn’t think anyone would care if I took a baptism there. And so I was born again.
Really something, huh? Like I still believed in all the occult crap that I was reading.
A.A. Bailey books were still my thrill. Somehow the church didn’t think so. I started
out to Bible study classes but when I saw the low regard for these Buddhist/Occult
books, I stopped.
It was a United Methodist Church in Melrose, FL. I was attracted to the minister. Not
sexually I’ll have you but as a fellow. He appeared to be of liberal politics and northern
background. His hair was black and his name was White. He had a lovely, attractive
wife whom I think was pregnant with what would be twins who would be named Lesley
and Wesley. I don’t remember if they were boy and girl. Those types of twins are had but
no one would have thought that relevant to me. Nobody cared about where I grew up,
my history or that I remembered it. Isn’t that somehting? Nobody cares if you remember
David and Debbie Savage, a pair of twins that were unidentical and not of the same sex
that I went to school with in the early 1960’s. Is it to someone’s political advantage that
persons forget all about that?
So, I was “reborn in the spirit” or so they say. I was very involved in thoughts of “the spirit.”
It was said to be Shiva in A.A. Bailey’s books. Vishnu was the Son and Brahma, papa, the
Father in Heaven. Communes were popular in those days and there was mystic quality to
communes and the vegetarian/organic food being grown and sold and shared. I had some
of what I called mystical experiences. I saw things but less not get into those things now.
The appearances of these great and wondrous things disappeared as fast as they had appeared
and nobody gave a damn about them, it was your money that was all that mattered. Could you
buy dope? Could you rent a place? Could you stand on your own two feet financially?
So, being born again was really a ruse for me. I was no more born again than was I self-realized.
My memories of those days are kind of fuzzy. I don’t remember what came first and who did
what. I remember a long slow 1979.
I guess this is boring you but I just wanted to get at true religious devotion or even philosophy.
There is a lot of import in this all religions being one thing. I think it is a valuable message and
I hate having the concept of the holy spirit separated from Shakti and Shiva. I hate the separating
Jesus from Krishna. Both of them are great loving persons who should be appreciated as messengers
I used to play chess against my 9 years older brother when he came home from the United States Air Force on “leave.” He beat me always. Regular beatings. I played a little in high school against classmates, friends and what all. I seldom won. Now I play against a computer program in Windows 7. I lose so much I think they should change the name of the game from chess to ASS!
Want to play some ass. You are one if you do.
As well as a path to serve the needs of our nation, college graduation is a path to personal wealth and security.
Keeping it difficult does not necessary give us more accomplished progessionals as it does exclude
potential geniuses in their fields and keep working class students from achieving aims that would advance
their financial security.
Do you talk to your players on your favorite team? Do you really think they hear you?
How stupid are you? I used to talk to Jeter. I encouraged him to hit a ball into the upper deck. I was being sarcastic as he is not build very large. It was a joke but he has hit a lot of home runs. Not this year, not last year, but he used to be “a homerun threat” as they say.
Haven’t been able to be able to put a webpage up since I moved to AT&T area. My page looked something like this. I thought I could transfer it straight across but I had to piece it together.
Mom, 7/22/1917 – 1/12/2007
Page 2 (my mom at the fitness center with some of her friends
there and a saying that was on the kitchen wall)
Page 3 (a picture of my backyard that I took a few years ago)
Page 4 (my resume)
Page 5 (some pictures and links to spiritual adepts that I like)