Thought process

Things are strange now. I don’t know why, so don’t even bother to ask.

I do know that when I was younger, we had four seasons. Fall, Winter, Spring and Summer. Now we’ve changed over to only two…..Hot and Cold. The trees and plants are confused, and so am I.

We used to have people in the “middle” when it came to politics. They seemed to be the ones who got most things done, as they would mediate between the two extremes of the spectrum. Now, there are very, very few of these people remaining. Not enough to do any good it seems. They are going the way of the Dodo Bird. Extinction.

Politics is like the seasons of the year. Only two “sides” remaining.

I watched a movie last night that got me to thinking about good and evil. In the movie, the villainess was superhuman. Very powerful, and able to destroy entire armies by herself. I wondered why, with this much power she couldn’t just affect the hearts and minds of the people she was trying to conquer, and turn them to her, without killing them. It seems her power was simply limited to being super-humanely evil. Oh, there were those who went along with the evil, there always are those.  There was no love there.

But the majority of humanity wanted to remain “good”

The good guy won in the end, of course. In addition to also being super human, and super powerful, he had the hearts and minds of the people behind him. “Good always wins in the end”.

Does it?

Our human religions seem to tell us so, but they are after all human religions. They are, after all concepts which we have come up with to explain why we are as we are.  They are uniquely our own.  The concepts are our concepts.

Just like the characters in the movie, which some writers invented.

If there is indeed only two forces in the Universe, good and evil, then I pray silently that the proprietor of good is the more powerful, and although evil will win some battles, good will win the war.  Is that the way the Universe is made?  Ahh, being human I do not know!  I only know things that I can conceive in my own terms.

I used to think I knew about the weather, but I was incorrect.

Taking an Oath

Swearing an Oath may very well be taken for granted in this day and age. People go into court and place their hand on the Bible and swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I myself, would prefer to affirm that I am telling the truth instead of swearing.

I consider swearing an oath as a binding promise. If I swear an oath I would intend to keep it. I swore an oath to my wife forty five years ago next month and we both have kept it. It has been bound in love and loyalty and steeled by the forge of mutual experience. As far as I know that is the only oath of mutual fealty I have ever sworn.

Soldiers swear an oath to serve their country. There is, as far as I know, no expiration on that oath. Soldiers have died by the millions in fulfilment of their oath. One could certainly say they took their oath seriously. Remember to tell them so Monday.

People swear Oaths when taking public office and many of them know while they are speaking the words, that they do not intend to bind their actions to their oaths. I feel that if there is one God, then that God will be very unhappy with these people. If there are many Gods, they will all abhor oathbreakers, and if there are no Gods then men with true hearts will despise a rescinder of their oaths, and the Universe itself will not receive them.

My Dad always told me that a man is only as good as his word. Remember that when you give yours. If you don’t intend to keep it, just keep your mouth shut.

What Be, Reality?

What is reality, really? Sometimes I wonder if there are 7 billion different realities on this globe. One for each of us.

We all share similar experiences to some extent, but inside of our brain there’s a different world going on for each of us…therefore a different reality. We are all spiritually different…we each have an individual soul, so the way we experience life is slightly different from everyone else in the world. I shiver a little sometimes when I am in huge crowds…like at a big college football game or something. I think I am shivering in awe…or perhaps fright.

So many souls, so close…intellects interacting yet keeping their distance. Strange. I weirdly wonder if we are creating our own reality as we go along….and in the end I wonder if…our living, thinking, and dying is actually creating our own hereafter?

Guess we will see.

My Little Town

I need to restrain the urging of my heart to complain about the current shift in the demographics of my town and my region, and listen to my brain as it’s telling me that change is inevitably.

Even though I knew that our little town is majority Hispanic/Native American.. .it did not really hit home for me until I was walking through Frogtown on Monday and ever person I saw was Hispanic. I was the stranger in a strange land. It was eery and something I could have never imagined as a child. And yet it is here, and here to stay. What can you do about it, but accept it and work with it. Most of these people are Guatemalan and are very friendly people when you take the time to know them. I stop and talk with them pretty often. They are here to try and have a better life. Who can blame them?

I regret the takeover of the convenience stores by the mainly Indian population. The stores tend to just become beer, pill, porn, tobacco, lottery havens. I stopped at one on the way back from Mentone today and pulled a 99 cent drink out of the cooler and then just stood there for five minutes while the guy fiddled first with his nacho machine, then the gas pumps. Never made contact, or said “I’ll be right with you” I left his drink on the counter, and voiced my displeasure….having already being put in a bad mood earlier by a different group of folks. I don’t mind them owning convenience stores but I’m pretty sure I won’t be giving them much business. If any….

I say all this, to get to this point: Change is hard sometimes. Change is not always embraced with open arms but instead one has to be dragged kicking and screaming towards it. Such is the case with me. I think everyone should have an equal opportunity to succeed in this country. Even the current majority population. I know, we have been given a stacked deck in the past, but the cards are being dealt more fairly now.

I really wanted that lemonade, but just was not willing to be ignored. As Captain Call said in Lonesome Dove “I hate rude behavior in a man, I won’t tolerate it.” I don’t know whether it’s old age or not, but I’m getting the same way.

As the World Turns

Look at the world around you right now.  Do you think everything is ok?  Everything hunkey dory?  Are you looking?

Hear anybody saying hateful things about other people?  Do you think that the there’s a reduction in the amount of love in the world?  In America?

If we had a big ol’ motor that kept the world turning, that ran off of love don’t you think the world would be turning a little slower?

I’ve seen it, and I’ve heard it over the past few years, and I’ve heard people say that it’s something that “can’t be helped”  It’s something that’s “meant to be”  I’ve heard people say it’s because it’s “end times”  People always say it’s coming from “the other side” or “the left” or ” the right”  It’s this or that race, this or that sexuality, this or that creed or culture, this or that religion.  “Them people are the ones causing the problem, not us”


When we think that way, it’s we who are the problem, and the world slows down in it’s turning a little more every day.


Trade Day

There was a song once that said: “You got to stand for something, or you’ll fall for anything.” I guess over the years I have tried to stand for truth, believe it or not.

I guess I’ve also stood for “trade day”

I used to think it was pretty sad when it boils down to standing for Trade day. However, trade day has become a reflection of our society over the years, a place of gathering, and a place to pass some time with friends.  Perhaps then, it is not such a bad thing for which to stand.

I’ve had some memorable happenings there over the past 40 years.  I have a lot of good friends who I only see if I go there.  It’s no longer just for “bargain hunting”

I have passed many hours discussing everything from the mundanities of politics to the meaning of life at Trade day. I have made many friends and acquaintances there. The gospel is spread at Trade day, as well as the devil.  Seems like more of the devil lately though.

There’s a man who gives away bibles, and a man who sells them. You see people’s treasures from years gone by. You see the things which people have bought at a high price that they decided they didn’t need and are now selling for a pittance.

For centuries the centers of power in the world have been at markets. A lot of politics and political discussions have taken place there over the years. It usually hasn’t been blind hatred however, at least not until pretty recently.

When it gets to the point where men are “damning” women to hell for wearing nose rings, or for their “excessive” tattoos, it’s getting pretty bad. I spoke very harshly to the man who walked up to the table where I was dealing with another man, and started spouting that nonsense.

“I’ll say what I want to, this is America.” He said.

I asked him who he thought he was to try and run everyone else’s life. “I’m a Christian man.” He said.

“Hardly” I said, as I walked off.  I knew better than to stick around

Last Saturday I had another guy I’d never seen before come up to the table where I was selling. He had on a MAGA hat.

“You got any Trump buttons” he asked

“Nope, I don’t carry any Trump merchandise” I said.

“Well, just kiss my ass then” he said

He hurriedly left before I got my baseball bat out of my truck.

I now hear the “n” word bantered around every week.  I hear people directing others to “not buy your produce from the Mexicans”.

To be fair though, I also hear more people take offense to the white people who are saying these things. There’s more of a “one camp versus the other” mentality. It’s not nearly as pleasant as it used to be, and I don’t think it will be again for a while. I’ve got stuff I need to get rid of, and to make a little money, so I’m going to keep on going.  I suspect there may be more words with folks too, but I just can’t help myself.  You’ve got to stand for something, as I previously said.

Some people cannot live and let live It seems, nor do they know the golden rule.  They may claim to be religious, but their type of religion leaves a bitter, rotten taste in my mouth.  I hope a change will be in the wind soon, but I’m not overly optimistic.  I pray we find our balance as a country, because we are really walking a high wire right now, and it’s a long way to the ground.



A New Heaven and a New Earth

Your Old Men will Dream Dreams

Jesus said when he returns he will come “as a thief in the night”.

Remember Christ says, “When I come, it will surprise you like a thief! But God will bless you, if you are awake and ready. Then you won’t have to walk around naked and be ashamed.”

Suppose he does just that, and returns in the dead of night, in secret, but… only comes into the hearts and minds of those people who really, truly are his followers. Those who are really, truly ready to receive him, his knowledge and power. He would know which ones, because it’s easy for him to read our hearts. He knows what’s really there, regardless of what we present to the world as being our true selves

Suppose they, or we are “caught up” spiritually, and don’t physically disappear, but instead are “raptured” while in our sleep? Changed and transformed to wake as new beings.

Suppose then, believers wake up as totally different beings. Spiritual, supernatural beings capable of changing anything and everything about the world around them, including people, animals, plants, the oceans, the mountains and the air.

Suppose that we or they, really are the inheritors of the Earth, as Jesus said in the Sermon on the Mount: “The meek shall inherit the earth.” An inheritance, as in something which is left behind by a person who is no longer there, for their heirs to take as their own property and do with it as they will.

A new earth.

A new heaven and a new earth. Brand new, unspoiled, teeming with life and beauty. Imagine the most beautiful sunrise you have ever seen and then multiply it by a thousand times. That’s the kind of newness and beauty I am talking about. That’s the kind of newness and beauty which I saw.

This was a dream that I dreamt last night and I woke up startled! I was not yet changed into that spiritual being which I wanted to be, but I wanted to be ready to be changed.

I thought about it for a long while. I said a prayer that I might be ready if that wonderful dream ever becomes a reality.

Then, I turned back over and went back to sleep and had another dream.

I woke up again this morning early and got up to exercise for an hour and thought about that dream again. It’s totally antithetical to the type of dreams I usually have. I wondered where in the world the impetus came from for that dream.

Perception is Reality

“Perception is reality” That’s a quote I used to hear quite often from the last manager I worked for. It’s not how you really are which counts, but how you are able to present yourself to the outside world, and to the people around you which counts the most. How then, are people really? How many of us hide secret hates and prejudices in our hearts, but are able to make people “perceive” that we don’t. How many of us really “put on” the airs of Christianity one day a week and are “perceived” as good Christians, but step around beggars on the sidewalks thinking “you outta’ get a job” How many of us wish ill to people behind their backs, but pat them on the back and ask them how their family is doing to their face. Our country is in deep trouble because of the false “perception” of our own greatness…when much, perhaps most, of the world sees us in a much different light. Different cultures “perceive” they way they wish to live differently than we do and when we try to forcefully install our values on them, they hate us for it. So, how do we change our reality as individuals and as a country? How do we change “perception” being reality?

Is America Great?

Again,…at the public places so much hate is spouted that you wonder what this country has come to. How can people hate so totally and completely, and echo such hurtful and ignorant words so loudly and carelessly? And when one dares retort….they are called names: “yellow dog” you are….Not a true American are you…” I have traced my ancestry and my 6 times Great Grandfather on one branch of my families, was William Bradford who came over on the Mayflower. My Davenport ancestors were in Virginia in 1670, I have ancestors who fought in the Revolution and 6 who fought in the Civil War, so I think I’m pretty American and thereby entitled to my opinion, without being threatened because of it. Even if I had just come from Mexico last year, but had gotten my citizenship…I would also be entitled to my opinion. When it gets to the point where people want to get in your face and fight you because of some of your beliefs, then you begin to wonder if America is so great after all….