KK: Either
god is walking up to the pitcher's mound and asking you for the ball or
all that you have worked for has come to fruition. Until then, there is
the struggle. Is that what you mean?
Loving: What
a dear question, intelligently framed, from my beloved sister KK, on a
point, that for me, is overwhelmingly important. Hmmm.
My central point is that what I was taught in Short Hills, divorce yourself from, isolate, distract, separate yourself from, physically remove yourself from, the world's problems... is exactly Death of the Soul, of one's Life. We are designed, as is ALL HEALTHY TISSUE, to RUN TO THE EMERGENCY - the Family Emergency Response, I've called it.
KK!!!!!! You are the first person I've known since I was a child that might know this scene, that is the only scene I know of that remotely captures the point!!!!! This is sooooo cooooooooool! THE FANTASTIKS!!!!! Round and Round on the Carousel, I think the song is called? PUT ON THE MASK, Gallo tells our sheroine. Invariably when we say 'Peace' to each other, it comes down to 'put on the mask!' Take the drug, get drunk, go to the movie, have the dinner, expand the house... while today, 26,000 of your children NEEDLESSLY starve of water and food, and die, on a planet that produces enough food for 11 billion people every day. That is walking Death, raging, terminal, Affloholism. I know. I was born and raised to it, and existed much that way for 45 years, tho, as did the sheroine in Fantastiks, I always had a horrible hunch that it was Death.
Now, the very center, the essence, of my infinitely Joyful, infinitely Painful Spiritual Life, is to keep, every breath, every beat of the heart... the very Spirits of those 26,000, and those like them, at the center of my being. They are the Fuel of Life, the Fire that stokes the Boiler.
As to your beautiful imagery above - Less than any day in my life, do I think the Creator is about to bring everything to fruition (see pic below). I pray for a global economic meltdown, to slow Titanic II. I'll probably, near certainly, live thru Thursday's operation, but my personal preference would be to not. Like John C, in The Green Mile, every day for me is like chewing glass. I'm ready to rest.
But that is 100% up to Creator, whatever She decides, not me.
The only hope for humanity is to race, with all the speed possible, back to the happiest, most joyful and healthy, humans have ever been - 100 years before Columbus arrived here in America; or 100 years before Europeans arrived, in Africa; and I don't see a snowballs chance in hell of that happening - quite the opposite. Now everyone on earth wants the biggest mask they can find; to become a donkey on Pleasure Island, just like Terminal US.
(((HUGS)))
My central point is that what I was taught in Short Hills, divorce yourself from, isolate, distract, separate yourself from, physically remove yourself from, the world's problems... is exactly Death of the Soul, of one's Life. We are designed, as is ALL HEALTHY TISSUE, to RUN TO THE EMERGENCY - the Family Emergency Response, I've called it.
KK!!!!!! You are the first person I've known since I was a child that might know this scene, that is the only scene I know of that remotely captures the point!!!!! This is sooooo cooooooooool! THE FANTASTIKS!!!!! Round and Round on the Carousel, I think the song is called? PUT ON THE MASK, Gallo tells our sheroine. Invariably when we say 'Peace' to each other, it comes down to 'put on the mask!' Take the drug, get drunk, go to the movie, have the dinner, expand the house... while today, 26,000 of your children NEEDLESSLY starve of water and food, and die, on a planet that produces enough food for 11 billion people every day. That is walking Death, raging, terminal, Affloholism. I know. I was born and raised to it, and existed much that way for 45 years, tho, as did the sheroine in Fantastiks, I always had a horrible hunch that it was Death.
Now, the very center, the essence, of my infinitely Joyful, infinitely Painful Spiritual Life, is to keep, every breath, every beat of the heart... the very Spirits of those 26,000, and those like them, at the center of my being. They are the Fuel of Life, the Fire that stokes the Boiler.
As to your beautiful imagery above - Less than any day in my life, do I think the Creator is about to bring everything to fruition (see pic below). I pray for a global economic meltdown, to slow Titanic II. I'll probably, near certainly, live thru Thursday's operation, but my personal preference would be to not. Like John C, in The Green Mile, every day for me is like chewing glass. I'm ready to rest.
But that is 100% up to Creator, whatever She decides, not me.
The only hope for humanity is to race, with all the speed possible, back to the happiest, most joyful and healthy, humans have ever been - 100 years before Columbus arrived here in America; or 100 years before Europeans arrived, in Africa; and I don't see a snowballs chance in hell of that happening - quite the opposite. Now everyone on earth wants the biggest mask they can find; to become a donkey on Pleasure Island, just like Terminal US.
(((HUGS)))
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