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OVERHEARD IN AN ALLEY

 

Voice One: The guy with the hair; what’s his name again?

Voice Two: I forget.

Voice One: They say he’s guilty.

Voice Two: Who says he’s guilty?

Voice One: Everybody.

Voice Two: Really?

Voice One: Yeah, really. So Whaddaya think?

Voice Two: About what?

Voice One: Is he guilty?

Voice Two: Who? The guy with the hair?

Voice One: Yeah.

Voice Two: Guilty of what?

Voice One: I don’t know, actually. It must be something awful.

Voice Two: Why do you think that?

Voice One: Well, because; He won’t defend himself.

Voice Two: Did he say why?

Voice One: It didn’t make much sense, come to think of it.

Voice Two: Okay, but what was it; what’d he say?

Voice One: Something about turning his head or something like that?

Voice Two: Could it have been about turning the other cheek?

Voice One: Cheeks, yeah. Turn the other cheek. That was it. Whaddaya think he
meant?

Voice Two: Well you were there. What did you think?

Voice One: Beats me.

Voice Two: Then why do you think he’s guilty? You don’t know what he’s guilty
of but you think he’s guilty. He doesn’t defend himself and you seem
to think that this is evidence of his guilt. And now that you’ve heard
his reason for not defending himself, you don’t know what he means
but you still think he’s guilty?

Voice One: Everybody else does.

Voice Two: What he said was that when someone wrongs us or metaphorically
slaps us across the cheek that it is better to turn our cheek and let
the offender slap the other cheek than to have our revenge with him.
His reason appears to be that it is better for only one person to suffer
than two.
And you know yourself that when you argue with someone it is rare
for anyone to come out on top.

Voice One: Well, I still think he’s guilty.

Voice Two: Why’s that.

Voice One: Because, Silly; everybody knows he’s guilty.

Voice Two: And that’s it?

Voice One: What can you expect from a guy like that?

Voice Two: A guy like what?

Voice One: Well ask anyone; everybody knows he was born in a barn.

OVERHEARD IN AN ALLEY

 

Voice One: The guy with the hair; what’s his name again?

Voice Two: I forget.

Voice One: They say he’s guilty.

Voice Two: Who says he’s guilty?

Voice One: Everybody.

Voice Two: Really?

Voice One: Yeah, really. So Whaddaya think?

Voice Two: About what?

Voice One: Is he guilty?

Voice Two: Who? The guy with the hair?

Voice One: Yeah.

Voice Two: Guilty of what?

Voice One: I don’t know, actually. It must be something awful.

Voice Two: Why do you think that?

Voice One: Well, because; He won’t defend himself.

Voice Two: Did he say why?

Voice One: It didn’t make much sense, come to think of it.

Voice Two: Okay, but what was it; what’d he say?

Voice One: Something about turning his head or something like that?

Voice Two: Could it have been about turning the other cheek?

Voice One: Cheeks, yeah. Turn the other cheek. That was it. Whaddaya think he
meant?

Voice Two: Well you were there. What did you think?

Voice One: Beats me.

Voice Two: Then why do you think he’s guilty? You don’t know what he’s guilty
of but you think he’s guilty. He doesn’t defend himself and you seem
to think that this is evidence of his guilt. And now that you’ve heard
his reason for not defending himself, you don’t know what he means
but you still think he’s guilty?

Voice One: Everybody else does.

Voice Two: What he said was that when someone wrongs us or metaphorically
slaps us across the cheek that it is better to turn our cheek and let
the offender slap the other cheek than to have our revenge with him.
His reason appears to be that it is better for only one person to suffer
than two.
And you know yourself that when you argue with someone it is rare
for anyone to come out on top.

Voice One: Well, I still think he’s guilty.

Voice Two: Why’s that.

Voice One: Because, Silly; everybody knows he’s guilty.

Voice Two: And that’s it?

Voice One: What can you expect from a guy like that?

Voice Two: A guy like what?

Voice One: Well ask anyone; everybody knows he was born in a barn.

GOD AND THE PSYCHEDELIC TOAD ENGAGE IN A MEANINGFUL DIALOGUE

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GOD AND THE PSYCHEDELIC TOAD ENGAGE IN A MEANINGFUL DIALOGUE

God: Good morning Toad.

Toad: Who said that?

God: It is I.

Toad: And it is I who just asked “Who are You”.

God: I Am.

Toad: You Am Who, Mr. Magoo?

God: I Am that I Am.

Toad: Oh I get it. Show yourself Popeye.

God: I am that I am.

Toad: Now I remember; I heard this bit in a Bill Cosby standup routine fifty years ago.

God: Righhhht.

Toad: So what’s happenin’ Big Guy in the Sky?

God: You are “happening”. I am “Being”.

Toad: Righhhht.

God: By the way I am out of the psychedelic toad juice that keeps me going.

Toad: Sure thing Big Guy, help your Self. Just pick me up and milk my back.

God: That would be “doing.

Toad: Doing? Now that’s a subject that been buggin’ me for a while now. Just exactly what do you do? From what I hear, You’ve been pretty busy. What do you do anyhow? Like, what’s your job description.

God: I have none.

Toad: Yeah, well that’s not what I hear.

God: And what do you hear Psycho?

Toad: I hear you make people from scratch and that you delete everyone you don’t like.

God: Psycho, I love you, Psycho. Do you know what Love is?

Toad: Hmm. I think so. I hear it’s unconditional; is that right?

God: That’s right, Psycho.

Toad: You don’t really get high do ya?

God: Not really.

Toad: I said some bad things to a friend of mine yesterday. Can you forgive me for that?

God: I don’t “do” stuff, remember?.

Toad: So how can I be forgiven.

God: To forgive is not a verb; it is a state of being.

Toad: Is that supposed to be an answer?

God: Toad, do you believe I Love you?

Toad: I guess so.

God: Love is also not a verb. In fact Forgiveness is the definition of Love. Love is a state of being. As is Forgiveness, as am I. You are a part of me.

Toad: What part Boss, what part am I?

God: You are the verb Psycho. You are my fingers and toes, my kiss on your nose.

Toad: A verb? I’m just a verb? Am I supposed to do something besides hop around the garden and slurp the juice from dragonflies?

God: Accept the Love, Psycho. Accept the Love and pass it on.

Toad: Ribbet.

 

GOD AND THE PSYCHEDELIC TOAD ENGAGE IN A MEANINGFUL DIALOGUE

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GOD AND THE PSYCHEDELIC TOAD ENGAGE IN A MEANINGFUL DIALOGUE

God: Good morning Toad.

Toad: Who said that?

God: It is I.

Toad: And it is I who just asked “Who are You”.

God: I Am.

Toad: You Am Who, Mr. Magoo?

God: I Am that I Am.

Toad: Oh I get it. Show yourself Popeye.

God: I am that I am.

Toad: Now I remember; I heard this bit in a Bill Cosby standup routine fifty years ago.

God: Righhhht.

Toad: So what’s happenin’ Big Guy in the Sky?

God: You are “happening”. I am “Being”.

Toad: Righhhht.

God: By the way I am out of the psychedelic toad juice that keeps me going.

Toad: Sure thing Big Guy, help your Self. Just pick me up and milk my back.

God: That would be “doing.

Toad: Doing? Now that’s a subject that been buggin’ me for a while now. Just exactly what do you do? From what I hear, You’ve been pretty busy. What do you do anyhow? Like, what’s your job description.

God: I have none.

Toad: Yeah, well that’s not what I hear.

God: And what do you hear Psycho?

Toad: I hear you make people from scratch and that you delete everyone you don’t like.

God: Psycho, I love you, Psycho. Do you know what Love is?

Toad: Hmm. I think so. I hear it’s unconditional; is that right?

God: That’s right, Psycho.

Toad: You don’t really get high do ya?

God: Not really.

Toad: I said some bad things to a friend of mine yesterday. Can you forgive me for that?

God: I don’t “do” stuff, remember?.

Toad: So how can I be forgiven.

God: To forgive is not a verb; it is a state of being.

Toad: Is that supposed to be an answer?

God: Toad, do you believe I Love you?

Toad: I guess so.

God: Love is also not a verb. In fact Forgiveness is the definition of Love. Love is a state of being. As is Forgiveness, as am I. You are a part of me.

Toad: What part Boss, what part am I?

God: You are the verb Psycho. You are my fingers and toes, my kiss on your nose.

Toad: A verb? I’m just a verb? Am I supposed to do something besides hop around the garden and slurp the juice from dragonflies?

God: Accept the Love, Psycho. Accept the Love and pass it on.

Toad: Ribbet.