A truck drivers trip from the coffee shop to the highway

It is morning and still dark.

I'm sitting in this little 2 by 4 coffee shop out in the middle of nowhere alongside the big highway. I look up at the fellow at the far end of the coffee bar -- another truck driver -- and he is sitting
there staring into a cup of coffee that is no longer smoking, steaming. Through the eastern window I can see the colors of morning start to come across the sky. It is then that I realize that I too am looking at my own cup of coffee and it too is no longer steaming.

My watch says it's time to go. I gulp down the last of the coffee, scratch, stretch, pay the bill, and wander out into the dark. There sits my rig, waiting for me. I look at it -- it's an old familiar friend.

I check it out, walk around it, checking the tires -- there are a lot of them and none of them are flat. I check the seal on the back door: it's not been disturbed, nobody's tried to get in. Nobody would want to get in - the truck is full of great big heavy crates, which nobody in their right mind would try to move, let alone try to steal. I keep an eye on the lights: there's one way up there that needs to be changed -- when I get into the terminal I'll get around to it. Everything else looks
good.

I unlock the driver's door, push the dog out of the driver's seat; he crawls back into the bunk and resumes his curled-up sleeping position. Crank up the engine into a throaty roar, shove it into gear, and once again big wheels are turning.

The highway goes streaming by. There is nothing romantic about a trip on the big road. It's a job - some people think it's boring. I say it gives me a lot of "alone" time: time to think, to meditate, to pray. The monks and hermits of old used to withdraw from society and go into little huts and caves in order to think and meditate and pray. My hermitage has wheels and it rolls along the big roads. My forty days in the wilderness turned into forty years on the concrete highways. I make a good living and yet am able to do my meditating and praying -- endless introspections, contemplation, and just plain thinking.

There is an awesome amount of information available, if one just looks for it. Oh yes, there's the library, and the internet; but the greatest of all sources of information is in the great libraries of the spirit world, which are available to anybody that wishes to make them available. The information is of all kinds, every possible type of information is available, it's there -- you just have to go and get it.

Meditation -- the perfect way to get information. It is highly recommended, in fact it is almost mandatory that people meditate.

How do you meditate? You could get into a big truck and start driving the big highways. You can crawl into a cave up at the top of a mountain. You can take just a little time every day to be alone, to stop, to think, to do your spiritual work in the silence of GOD. Get up an hour earlier - even a half an hour - every day to think and meditate on all things, the good things, the wonderful things of life and of GOD -- yes, it is wonderful. You will find that this early time will not be nearly enough. Adding more time -- it's not necessary, because you will want more, and more is always available. You will very likely want to make it a full-time occupation -- meditation.

That total meditation is really not practical in our present society. Meditation is indeed great for you, and you can learn much, but excessive meditation can make it difficult to support yourself and your family in the society that works on money and credit cards. (Credit cards are not too good either, the price of credit is much too high.) This is the way our society is so put together, and as such, we must live in it.

I drive the big trucks. I spend endless hours doing what many people think should be boring. I find it to be instructive.

It's a good life.

I enjoy my time with GOD.