THE MOMENT OF TRUTH

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THE MOMENT OF TRUTH


True Memory includes the Future.

The Truth of History is that it has no Beginning.

The Truth of The Beginning is that it isn’t here yet.

The Truth of Now is that it never, ever leaves us.

The Truth of Peril is that it is never a surprise.

The Truth of Fear is that it exists only in the future.

The Truth about the Future is that it does not exist at all.

The Truth about the Past is that it  came too soon,   left to fast and never really was.

So what must we, can we (do we want to?) do?

The Next thing?  The Right thing?  The Best thing? The Best guessed  thing?

Anything…?

At all?

May we speak authoritatively about the unknowable?

Is Truth discovered?

Defended?

Amended?

Upended?

The Truth of All is in Forever.

The Truth about The Lie is that it is not.

Every response to Fear, every Smile, every Frown, every Attack upon another, every bolt of frightening, tightening in the gut in the rush to save another…

Every Flash of lightning  (tut-tut), is known to each and warmed by all.

The Truth?

Perhaps…

Or Not

The Truth of Now is that it never, ever leaves us. The same is often said of God.

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Thank you. Lee Broom.

 

 

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SOYLENT GREEN AND THE TATTOOED MAN

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SOYLENT GREEN AND THE TATTOOED MAN

With the onset of vulgarity we said goodbye to subtlety and with it curiosity, the most fundamental intellectual component of human existence. Ozzie and Harriet were replaced by the Simpsons and thetattooed man on the midway gave way to Grandma with her permanently shaded eyelids and four-year old great granddaughters with pierced ears and navels. When I was very young my mother sometimes covered my eyes when we went to the movies. The next day I’d ask my friends what I missed. It was usually either a nearly naked Betty Grable or a Nazi death camp.

The search for role models by American Youth now produces heroes with prison records and rappers whose vocabularies seem to favor four letter words and an alphabet that frequently gets stuck on the seventh letter. American slang is reflective of prison and street society. That segment of the population which receives free food, free rent and now free cell phones is not shrinking; it is growing at a rate much greater than that of the overall population and as the snowball effect becomes more visible the resulting influence of the values of the indolent victimizes middle class American youth and by the doing, all of American Society.

In a few years the current rate of moral and ethical regression may have our country on its knees.

(Dang, my monthly supply of Soylent Green* is nearly out. These crackers are made from people, you know. Oh well.)

Perhaps we’ll come back in future centuries as something better. Our DNA will be much improved. We will have a respectable quota of aborted fetuses, providing us with the genetic assistance for morphing into something so much better. Our bodies will be muscular and long limbed, those limbs and organs replacing and healing themselves, often without medical assistance. And Soylent Green will have come and gone. Sunday will become once again a day of rest for that is when we will eat and sleep. On Saturday night we will play. We will treat our no longer aging bodies to sexual romps with friends and family. On Sunday morning we will plug-in to a machine at our bedside which will keep us asleep and well fed until Monday morning. We will acquire all the rest and nutrients necessary for the rest of the week. And with raging hormones we will then continue on our competitive path, no longer content with Football or Hockey. Large carnivorous beasts will have long since been released back into society at large. They will hunt us and we will hunt them. Ahhh. Progress.

*Soylent Green is a 1973 American science fiction film directed by Richard Fleischer and starring Charlton Heston, and in his final film, Edward G. Robinson.

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From Leadership. A Love Story
By Lee Broom.

OZZIE AND HARRIETSOYLENT GREENTHE SIMPSONSTHE TATTOOED MAN.

THE CHOIR OF MEADOWLARK HILL

 

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THE CHOIR OF MEADOWLARK HILL

 

It began with a glimmer, a sliver of light.

In a matter of minutes the glow was right.

And the Meadowlark sang its song.

 

Another Lark………… another, again.

A feathery chorus was now on hand

As The Boy mimicked their song .

More Meadowlarks sang along.

And The Boy became a man.

 

The Year was not New. It was warm,

There was dew as the day took form

Like a voice from Heaven

The boy of eleven,

Joined the choir of Meadowlark Hill.

 

This morning was more than  a  day in the life,

This newborn man

Met the day now rife

With the pleasance of Trill

On The Hill of The Larks.

On The Hill of The Man.

A  humble young Man

Said Thank You.

 

Thank You  he said again.

Again and again and again.

 

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Lee Broom

 

THE SEVENTH DAY

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THE SEVENTH DAY

ETERNITY

 

Day 1: The memory of all events begins simultaneously with the physical occurrence of the first.

Day 2: Eternity occurs in an instant.

Day 3: The Memory of Forever occurs in less than a trillionth of a second.

Day 4:  God begets His Great Self with the SNAP of His Metaphysical Fingers.

Day 5: Every event but the first one is a response to the one before it.

Day 6: The result: Total Knowledge of past and future events.

Day 7: GOD BASKS IN ETERNAL, UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AND   CONTEMPLATES HIS CREATION.

THE REST OF YOU

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THE REST OF YOU

Untie the knot and soften your glare

What you think is there is Knot.

What you thought was writ as laissez faire

Was read but green with rot.

 

Untie the Knot and soften your glare

Laugh and

Giggle and coo.

What you thought you heard was never said

What you failed to hear was You.

 

Untie the Knot and soften your glare.

Empty you mind

(Its rude to stare)

Allow the moment to be

And dare

To Listen

To The Rest Of You.

Listen

To The Rest

Of You.

 

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THE AMAZING “NO WAY” RANDI

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THE AMAZING “NO WAY” RANDI

I have been a fan of the Amazing Randi for a great many years He is funny, he respects science and he makes a lot of money with his act. The problem with this guy is that many of his conclusions have the same lack of reason as that of those who suffer the sting of his actively acid tongue. His words daily address his belief that the lack of evidence is evidence. Perhaps it is. But evidence of what? That people are stupid? That believers are to be scorned and avoided at all costs? His relentless criticism of 99% of society serves only himself.

We acquire our beliefs in a variety of ways, from our neighbors, our friends, accidental discovery and by investigation. I prefer Logic but even that is not dependable. I have come to believe that the path to any belief may be far more important than the belief itself.

A friend of mine says that James Randi’s view of life is just “common sense, or should be.”

As for my view of “common sense”, I personally doubt that this kind of knowledge would survive any kind of test.  And, Randi’s frequent assertion that the lack of evidence is itself, evidence of anything may very well be a far more dangerous idea than those possessed by the people described by Mr. Amazing, “No Way” Randi.

I say “Way”.

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Lee Broom. A Believer in Taoist principles, The way, Buddhism and The Sermon on the Mount.