A spiritual guide to surviving the most savage planet in the universe.

 

THE WOLF came and asked me to play the "Victim Game". He hadn't brought a copy of the rules, (I think he made them up as he went along) but he said it was simple enough. He put on a mask and a scarlet robe. "I AM THE VOICE OF AUTHORITY," he proclaimed, "AND FORCE IS VIOLENCE---SO YOU CANNOT IN GOOD CONSCIOUS RESIST ME."

"And what do I do?" I asked him.

He offered me a woolen suit. "Put this on and go wherever I lead you." I read the label in its collar. It said: YOU ARE A VICTIM---SO NOTHING IS YOUR FAULT.

I did not believe the lie, so I put away the sheep's clothing he offered. Still, I hear he found a few pseudo-lectuals to wear his label proudly...they are winners at the "Victim Game". I wish them well...a wolf at play grows hungry.

THE HOUSE CAT SPEAKS, "sometimes, Sun-dried tomatoes require a lot of chewing."

He gives us a lot to think about. He thinks he’s right--always. Yet, why must we insist this can’t be so? Oh, yes--it’s the position WE applied for.

THE HOUSE CAT AGAIN: "beware of the snake in the house. Be watchful, for all snakes do not live in green grass, upon the mountain terrace, or within the green wash of jungle."

We must listen with a clear mind when our annoying friends tells us of snakes in the house, for out of the mouths of kittens comes warning, and wisdom, and a hair-ball or two.

All BRIGHT-LIFE are connected in the MOJO of love, in universal compassion, and respect for the Light of hidden things and the hidden Light of being. Let us gather strength and hope as the widow gleans grain from her neighbor’s fields. You must labor for charity or it means nothing.
It is exceedingly well to be diminished to MOJO, and become uncontrolled enough for an ignition of spirit, an exchange of face, a change of aspect, a gift of grace. Let us embrace love and hope, and share the vibration of whimsy, knowing all things are possible when hearts commune. Within a ring of mercy, there is no failure--no reason to stall our journey toward Overstanding.

Now, if your family and friends fail you, because they are unwilling or unable to guide you, then the responsibility remains your own; to go into the world and find the BRIGHT-LIFE able to guide you. And if you find no one to assist you at all, the Tao remains your responsibility. Is it not your spirit that is on the path? The universe will answer you if you learn to ask the right questions.

THE HELPFUL ENEMY: the helpful enemy can assist your journey for while he is expressing a negative attitude toward you--you decide for yourself under pressure. You will not receive his word but you will understand it. The helpful enemy will teach you not to be like him in any way, at any point. He will teach you, unknowingly, to respond to that which is true by your own Flux. Sometimes, the best thing in life is a good bad example.

Allow yourself involvment in positive in Flux. Ask directions as needed. If the DARK-LIFE falls in step with you, then head the other way. DARK-LIFE never moves toward peace or harmony. You must avoid its Tao or the DARK-LIFE wins.

Know, beyond the shadow of dark thought, that truth is a scaly Gator that can climb out of muddy water and follow you home. Do not whistle in the dark unless you've stocked your pantry.

FULL POWER TO THE SHIELDS: all hands to battle stations...Ready photon torpedoes...The Captain is on the bridge...the smoking lamp is out. Let there be no doubt. I am a Free Verse of the Infinite Song, from a higher octave of thought. My universal spirit is now possessed by love and Overstanding. I feel your pain---your woundedness---Children of Earth, you co-exist on a planet where illness, loneliness, frustration, prejudice and violence walk the streets beside the illusive possibility of sincere love, kindness, and hope.

Some of you are willing to journey as deep as humanly possible into the depth and debris of your souls. Others, however, cling to their shadow, lacking the inner discipline necessary to challenge the dark dominion of habit.

Some of you, my sad DARK-LIFE friends, believe it is safer to follow the rugged shore-line, plowing through piled obstructions, rather than risk the unknown fathoms of Love’s tranquillity--where all creatures are carried by blue-crystal current und unprovable certainties.
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(For complete text, see my poetry archives for "The Way of Earth")