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NOW YA SEE IT – NOW YA DON’T

NOW YA SEE IT – NOW YA DON’T
(A conversation between Xero Aticus
and the Psychedelic Toad.)
Lee Broom

 

Psycho:  Hey there Xero, what alleys have you explored today?

Xero:   Oh, hi Psycho. I got my feelings hurt.

Psycho: Was it something you said…again?

Xero:   Probably.

Psycho: Sooo…

Xero :  Well I was in a conversation about God and I mentioned that                   God has no will and offered evidence thereof.

Psycho:  That must have gone over well. Or perhaps I should say like                      you  order your steak? Burned to a crisp.

Xero:   I’m a vegan.

Psycho:  You have spinach on your incisor.  Okay, so who nailed ya?

Xero:    Magic man, okay?

Psycho:  Shoulda seen that coming. When in Rome…you silly man.

Xero:    I know, I know. But it took me 36 years of at least 2000                                words a day and hundreds of thousands of hours of                                        research to discover these awarenesses.  His remark was                         simply to   quote the  opinion of a very large group.

Psycho: So, why do you go to this meeting every week; you have no                         support for your love of research?

Xero:  I go because I helped start this group. I go because I have                           friends there whom I have known for decades. I want to be                       around friends.

Xero: So start a new group. A discussion group for thinkers, artist,                   scientists. Make more friends.

Xero: I like being around religious folks; they’re nicer.

Psycho: More tolerant, don’tcha mean?

Xero:  I suppose. .

Psycho: Then how about presenting only your view; leave out the                           discovery part.

Xero: I guess so. Yeah I can do that. I still say that this idea of God                        having a will is inane. A will is a condition, after all.

Psycho: Nice start Ab. Why is this so important to ya?

Xero: Aren’t you the guy who’s always saying “Never ask why”?

Psycho: Nope. You’re the guy who’s always saying “Never ask why”.

Xero: Oh…yeah…okay…see ya.

Psycho: No ya don’t. What did Magic Man say, anyway?

Xero: He said that God’s will is Love and to pass it on..

Psycho: Sounds  right to me.

Xero: Ya think?

Psycho:  I think.

Xero: See ya.

Psycho: See ya.

 

I AM I DO

I AM I DO 
Lee Broom

Our first scream is an involuntary response to the first gasp. It occurs at the moment of our first sensation of fear; our first decision, our first affirmation and our initial attempt at managing our place in this new world.

This first noisy protest is interrupted with cradled arms and soft, cooing Mommy Words, which lend a hint that this dangerous world into which we have been thrust has an oasis of safety; ours for the price of a scream.

The calming voice, the gentle words are familiar to the newly initiated. The touch of Mother’s hands are a new sensation but it too is somehow, known.

Our first scientific experiment has begun.

This is our first experience at asking for and receiving Love, a sensation which will in future decades become confused with Approval.

Our  experiments will become more sophisticated if not necessarily objective; life and the events that greet us will be measured, examined, dissected and reassembled as we seek to secure Maximum Safety.

Life may be more difficult for those of us who have missed the touching and the softly spoken words of gentle parenting. Perhaps we ask for help.

Later, in the language of Mommy Words we may even ask another, untouched soul “May I lend a hand?”

And a Spark of The Spirit ignites the flame of LOVE.

I AM I DO 
Lee Broom

THE LINE

 

THE LINE

It was a lovely spring day. The sun was warm, the birds were singing, and the wispy clouds added a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

Sleepy-eyed Abner rose early that morning perplexed as usual (the man had many questions) having just awakened with a REM time voice in his head still demanding, “Go stand in line”.

“Who said that?” inquired Curious Abner.

“Go stand in line.”

Befuddled Abner rose from his state of confused repose, made his bed and his breakfast as the memory of the command “Go stand in line” continued to bounce around in his head.

After his bowl of oatmeal with walnuts, berries and a touch of honey mixed with six heaping teaspoons of steel-cut oats and a half cup of spring water heated for 90 seconds, Abner said to his still sleepy self “What a lovely spring day. The sun is warm, the birds are singing, and the wispy clouds add a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day. I’m gonna go look for that line and stand in it.”

And he did; he went for a walk, that is.

Inquisitive Abner looked everywhere for the line.

“Where is that line?” Abner inquired; there was nobody there to answer his question.

“Excuse me” said Ab to the first person he met. “Do you know where the line starts?

“I believe it starts right here” replied the stranger.

“Thank you” said Abner and the stranger went on her way.

Obedient Abner stood in line.

Eventually Abner began to fidget. Standing in line apparently was not a great way to spend a lovely spring day even though the sun was warm, the birds were singing and the clouds though wispy, added a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

Impatient and needing to do something, anything at all with his hurried, inquisitive self (Abner was a man with questions ya know) he decided to return to his lovely spring day walk. While strolling down the long sidewalk stretched before him Abner thought to himself, “You know, I probably received the wrong information from that stranger. Perhaps that was not the line, after all. It must be somewhere else. If I hurry to find the right place I may very well be the first person in that line; that would be a good thing, wouldn’t it?” He asked this question even though there was no one there to answer.

Eventually however, someone did come along.

“Excuse me” inquired Abner. “Do you know where the line starts?”

“I believe it starts right here” replied the stranger.

“Thank you” said Ab and the stranger went on his way.

And once again, Obedient Abner stood in line.

And as before, Ab eventually began to squirm. He observed once again that standing in line apparently was not a great way to spend a lovely spring day; what with the sun so warm, the birds asinging and the clouds though wispy, adding a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

And Stubborn Abner stood his ground.

Standing in line Abner wondered to himself, “If this is the line where are the rest of the people?”

Time went on. It was beginning to feel as though he had been standing in line forever.

Eventually however, another stranger approached.

 

“Excuse me” asked Abner. “Do you know where the line starts?”

“I believe it starts right here,” came the reply.

Abner thought to himself that perhaps he should invite this person to join him. That way there really would be a line.

“Would you like to stand in line?’ asked Sorta Social Abner.

“Thank you for asking” replied the stranger; “But this line is much too long” and continued on his way; “Have a nice day”.

Surprised at the stranger’s remark, Curious Abner turned around. Behind him was a line of people that seemed to wend its way into Eternity. All were waiting patiently, no one was talking to anyone. “After all” observed  Abner (the man with questions) “who wants to talk to the back of someone’s head?”

But as soon as formed the words, Abner realized that he was looking into someone’s face, someone who until seconds ago had been looking at the back of Curious Abner’s head.

“Hi my name is Abner; what’s your name?”

“Betty” she replied and began to introduce him to several other people behind her. There was John, there was her sister Jeanie and her centenarian grandmother had come along; Grandmother’s name was Albina Mary.

Albina Mary had more stories in her old head than Abner had questions. (And as we know, Curious Abner was after all, a man with many questions).

Within minutes this part of the line was starting to look more like a party. And others further back, noticing that the restraints previously defined by the unspoken rules of Linedom had now been broken, began to emulate the conversational opportunities now being made available to them.

As the line evaporated into groups of animated conversationalists, everyone involved gradually migrated to a nearby park.

By the end of this lovely spring day, the sun still warm, the birds no longer singing and the once wispy clouds having surrendered their touch of pastel pleasantness to the gathering cloak of darkness, Weary Abner decided to return home, a practical decision (a part of himself with whom he was not very well acquainted wanted to stay and talk with his new friends) and he did just that; went home, that is.

As Abner crawled between Egyptian cotton 400 thread-count, crisp, clean sheets and sank into the thousand or so individually pocketed coils in his eighteen inch thick mattress he thought about the day now departing and smiled.

The next morning Optimistic Abner crawled out of bed, ate a bowl of oatmeal with walnuts, berries and a touch of honey mixed with six heaping teaspoons of steel-cut oats and a half cup of spring water heated for 90 seconds and went out to greet another lovely spring day; the sun was warm, the birds were singing and the clouds though wispy, added a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

Curious Abner (the man with many questions who now had some answers) thought to himself “I think I shall go stand in line.”

And he did.

THE CRUMBS OF EVER-NESS

 

A full-sky NASA map of the oldest light in the universe — the aftermath of the Big Bang. Colors indicate “warmer” (red) and “cooler” (blue) spots. The oval shape is a projection to display the whole sky; similar to the way the globe of the earth can be represented as an oval.

 

No one knows the future; everyone creates it.

Every action begins with an idea.

Every idea is affected by other ideas.

Every idea, when repeated is affirmed.

Affirmations grow until they become a belief.

Affirmations create reality whether spoken alone or as a group.

Those of you who understand my words must smile, must encourage those in fear to Accept God’s Love and Pass it on.

Faith is necessary for skeptics. Believers have no need of Faith.

Please accept God’s Love and pass it on.

Here’s why:

Everything in the universe is made from the crumbs of something else.

In other words the foreverness of our universe is kept alive by the constant, moment to moment, eventual destruction of everything in existence.

The death of each of us is the obedience to the same principle as a black hole, a big bang or a sparkling nova.

With or without warning, everything becomes the raw materials for the future.

Keep coming back-it works if you let it.

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PROPHETEERING: HOW IT WORKS

The key to having one’s desires come true is in the hand of each of us. But we don’t focus on desire, we focus on our fears.

From birth until death, most of us are looking for a safe place. And the search itself is the guarantee of failure.

Think about the object of your prayers. The way to find Love we think, is to search for it.

But Love is unconditional, is it not? Why question it’s source?

For those of you who listen to the words of Old men with Bad Dreams who called themselves Prophets, there are no prophets there are only gossip mongers.

The future cannot be read but it can and is being created.

Affirmation of one person, of one idea, of one belief is much more than prophetic; every word from the lips of every man, woman and child is creating the future. The length of  time necessary is unknown. The future is always what we expect it to be.

Armageddon is happening. Our affirmations are making it happen.

There is a solution:

If you believe that God Love’s you

Then…

Accept The Love and pass it on.

 

 

SPACE DUST DOOLIABBA

A full-sky NASA map of the oldest light in the universe — the aftermath of the Big Bang. Colors indicate “warmer” (red) and “cooler” (blue) spots. The oval shape is a projection to display the whole sky; similar to the way the globe of the earth can be represented as an oval.

SPACE DUST DOOLIABBA

Everything in the universe is made from the crumbs of something else.

If everything in the material  universe was suddenly invulnerable, movement would stop  and the Universe would die.

The Memory of all Past and Future Events, the Source of all Love would Forget everything and in fact would never have Been.

In order for the Universe to thrive it must be in a constant state of change. in order to guarantee change the material life of everything must be limited.

And the tool that makes it so is what psychologists refer to as affirmation.

The birth of life brings with it the concept of fear. Fear drive us to seek safety,”Us” being everything from the lowest form of life to the greatest. A blade of grass does not “think” but domesticated plants react differently when one caretaker is replaced with another.

A large rock hurtling through space does not “think” but nevertheless  has been fleeing the worst danger of its life by taking the shortest possible route, a straight line.

In reality this rock is a mere fragment of a larger fragment of yet a larger rock and is not going in a straight line at all but is actually in orbit around a large ball of gas which also has been misled in the facts of its destiny, totally unaware of the hungry black hole blocking the path of its solar plane.

You and I and the cells within us emerged from our maternal safe place, encountered danger and began our lives in terror not knowing that each safe place we entered was a reminder of ultimate danger. It is this awareness that ultimately brings us to our knees.

For most or all of our lives the knowledge of our destiny with death is our greatest strength.

Yet there are others who realize that the safety they sought, expecting and hoping to be Love was actually extremely conditional.

We eventually surrendered as we stumbled unto the unconditional , timeless zone inhabited by the memory of all past and future events we now know as Love.


Lee Broom

HAMBURGER HEAVEN

A friend of mine was dying. Ben was nervous. There was nothing left for him here on earth. A wealthy man, a religious man, he was nevertheless, frightened.

Another friend, not wealthy, but full of ideas,  spoke up.

“What do you think it will be like in Heaven, Ben?”

“I don’t know” replied the puny one, “St Peter at the gate, with God on a throne of puffy white clouds. Angels all around. What is your dream of the afterlife?”

“One day”, replied Fred “I will at the speed of light, suddenly notice that I know everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything! I will remember every event from the first few minutes of the big bang as well as all events in the future. Nothing will be left to know and I  will be the sole repository of LOVE. When you start your day, assuming you are still alive, I am who you will be talking to in your morning prayers.”

“And who will I be after I die, assuming you died first and went to Heaven.”

“I will not have gone to heaven, I will BE heaven”.

“And who will I become?”

“Me.”

“Wow.”

I picked up the hamburger from my sick friends plate and took a bite.