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Journeys of Zender — Dealing With the Bad Guys

It was almost dawn. Zender, older now, more experienced, and with spirit ascending, was out much later than he normally liked, but it had been necessary.

As he walked through the cool, autumn fog that was forming in little pockets along the road, a car came up from behind him and drove by. But further on it turned around and came back toward him.

“Oh, oh,” thought Zender.

Despite his uneasiness, he was awed by the beauty of the sparkling reflections of the lone street light in the droplets of fog upon the hood of the moving car. That is, until the car stopped across from him on the other side of the street.

A young man jumped out, ran up to Zender, and waving a knife, he barked, “Hey you! Give me all your money! Right now! Or I’ll do ya!”

“Whoa now! Just let me get my wallet out, K?” replied Zender, calmly.

“Hurry up man! Do it!”

“Yeah… Look, I can see you’re kind of desperate here so let me see if maybe I can help a bit, K?”

The mugger hesitated a fraction of a second, looking at Zender with a fleeting quizzical expression. Then he hollered, “What? What the fuck you talkin’ about! Just hand over the money!”

Slowly, Zender reached for the wallet in his left back pocket. “I’m getting it see? Moving slow so’s you don’t get rattled, K? Listen, I have a proposal for you.”

“What the fuck is a pro-pos-al? Just give me you’re fuckin money man!”

“Almost there, K? Look… you can mug me and risk going to jail for what, maybe a few bucks I might have in my wallet? Or, what if instead, I give you some money… free and clear… as a gift. That way you get the money without robbing me. And if you think about it, that’s a heckuva better deal than going to jail.”

“Huh? What the fuck you talkin about asshole?”

“Just that you can mug me or you can accept a charitable gift and get the cash without mugging me… or…”

“Or what? You gonna a-rrest me? Just shut the fuck up and hand over the wallet!”

“Nope, not just yet… like I was saying, or I can just look you in the eye, like this… and inform you that you should notice…” In his peripheral vision, Zender watched a small bluish light, like a miniature star, come shooting down from the sky toward them. “…notice right about now…” as the shooting star touched the hood’s hand. ”…that your hand and the knife are immobilised.”

As a realization formed in his mind, the young thief’s expression changed from anger to a rising unsurety. A moment later he tried to move his hand. Nope. Neither his hand nor the weapon would budge. He tried stepping forward. His body and arm moved, but the hand did not – as if it were frozen fast to an immovable pole. He tried backing up. Couldn’t. Then he tried twisting his body around his hand… his body moved but his hand would not budge and all he managed to do was produce a sharp pain in his wrist.

“Careful bud, you might hurt yourself. You see, your hand, and the weapon of course, are anchored in space. Nothing you can do will make it move… sort of like being a solid part of a massive invisible rock wall. Get it? So if you try to move too hard, you might actually break your wrist… or maybe worse, accidentally tear it right off… so I’d be careful, K?”

“I’m gonna kill you you sick fuck!”

“Really? K… How? And perhaps if you try, something else may happen…” Another bluish-white shooting start glided in and touched the thief’s chest. “…like your lungs could freeze up… making it very difficult to breathe. K?”

A slight gulp, a look of fear, and then a nod… while slight tremors shimmered over his body.

“K, good. Now here’s the deal. You can stay here, stuck like this for a very long time, or you can maybe have your hand cut off so you can go home. Gory, I know… definitely not a great scenario. Or… to alleviate your present difficulty, like I said, you can accept my charitable cash donation and you go home. End of episode. Which would you prefer?”

The kid gulped again and said, “OK! Whatever you want you crazy fuck! Hey look, you can even keep your money… just let me go!”

“K… So here’s oh… I don’t know… how about two twenties? That good? Yeah, that should do it. K, here you go. No not that hand, not yet. It won’t move remember? Try the other one. Now, while I have your attention… if you believe in God… or if you don’t… I suggest you think about why and what that means… especially in light of what’s happened here.”

Then, having never touched the hoodlum, Zender released him, and sent him on his way, “K, now go… and hey! Remember what Jesus said, ‘go and sin no more’.”

The kid’s jaw was slack and his mouth hung open loosely… as if he had some extra empty space between his ears. But he managed to nod and turn away, walked back to the car, eased in, and drove off slowly.

Zender took a deep breath, serenely exhaled, and whispered, “Well I guess that’s one way to ‘nourish the people’… thank you Father. ” Then he turned and continued on his way home, the light fog swirling gently around his feet.

M

Fair Warning

He was once a tall oak tree
Standing, one hundred years bold.
Now he seeks air to breathe
Decrepit and old.

Look at what you’ve done
Hey! Look what you’ve done.
You beautiful people
So mean and so cold.

He was once a clear blue stream
Clear, cold, and clean.
Now he’s just a hole
So dirty and mean.

Look at what you’re doing
Look at what you’re doing
You silly ol’ people
So stupid and mean.

Well now He’s a comin’
A comin’ to see.
And He’ll start you a goin’
To follow that dream.

Look at what’s a comin’
You people so crazed
‘Cause now He’s a comin’
Comin’ to collect whats due.

M

A Micro Macro Universal Mini

His hands in motion glowing energy exude
move small molecules from there to here
as if just ping pong balls, floating in the air…
his task for healing to promote is.

Galaxies and universe, planets and suns
places he more ping pong balls somewhere
radiant energy becoming through his hands…
an exercise for lessons to learn it all is.

The small, the large, and the in between
moves he each then, now, at same time
every one time and he becoming one…
spinning eternal loop sphere, burst of life.

Wrapped this all in gift ribbon he did
then gave to us it, as secret thus
of an is to come, was, and yet still is…
yet untie the knowing knot is the skill.

M

Just a Thought

When I was young, about 17, I found myself out of high school, with no dad (divorced & moved 3,000 miles away), a mom who was recovering from abuse while trying to survive (without alimony/child support), and three brothers.

I was also broke.

I lacked any special talent such as music or art, college was out, and it seemed I had no real options other than work… to the point that I didn’t even think about it. (That in itself may have been the reason I didn’t see any other options. Whatever, that’s what happened.)

But, I did like to learn; liked to see what was going on and how things worked. To learn about cars, I ‘apprenticed’ at a garage by pumping gas for free, in return for being able to hang out, help a bit, and train or explore. I learned a lot.

Anyway…

I just went and got a job.

I looked for the best of whatever was available and that I could do. If the job was just for the money or in a bad environment – whether managerial, physical, or social – I’d look for the next best one and switch as soon as I could.

When I stopped learning or moving upwards on the money scale as needed, I found another job. This process was not always easy but I survived.

During these 46+ years, 50+ jobs, and 3 arguably successful business ventures, I found out a few things…

– I don’t like being told what to do. Shown what to do, yes. But not told as in “obey orders”.
– I don’t like working for people for money… which tends too much to reinforce the ‘obey me’ syndrome.
– And I found out I’m not very good with people; especially talking, though I have had some really great experiences.

I also found that for reasons that exist on many levels, I ‘had’ to be around people. I tend toward solitary, but apparently a hermit existence was not to be as I was always put in people situations, both work or social, even in the more solitary jobs. I believe that for some reason it was necessary for me to learn some things about people.

Eventually I discovered computer programming which agreed with me… and came with better pay. Besides, I didn’t really like some of the factory environments anyway and figured physical/manual work could be tricky when I got older. So, once again, since I did not have the resources to survive, learn the skill, or to support myself (alone) in this field, I kept working but switched tracks from factory/manufacturing to IS/IT.

Starting out as a cook in 1966 at the $1.20/hr minimum wage, in 2003 I peaked at $80,000/year as an IS/IT manager and Director of Warehouse Operations in a Natural Food Distribution Co-op with annual revenues of $150 million. I was responsible for close to 200 people, the computers, inventory, warehouse infrastructure, plant safety, and more. The job had its good points and its bad ones… good: totally cool!… bad: lots of time & stress.

In 2012, I finished off as a programmer (what I really liked to do, with minimal people interaction) at a local college (5,000 students), maintaining the course/students/grades/financials database, related software & its attendant operating system, with support for the hardware.

Through all this and as a result, I kept learning and growing in many different ways. Parts of the process really sucked but overall I’d say it was a good and mostly happy experience. Worth it…

Besides, that’s what life is about anyway, isn’t it?…

surviving, supporting oneself, keeping busy, and having some joy?

Just a thought
M

Heart, Soul, & Mind

The heart is the seat of our emotions, our understanding, and our will.
The soul is embodied in our living breath, as is expressed in our speech.
The mind is our intellect and self-consciousness, that which thinks.

Each of these and the whole is aware.
They are wrapped within the physical body, which provides form & function…
All of which embody our Spirit (that of Man & that of God).

Love God with all your heart soul and mind. (Mark 12:30)

God is good…

To love good with all your heart, soul, mind:

Think good things to speak and feel…
Speak good things to feel & think…
Feel or will good things to think and speak…

When successful, we surround all with good…
And that is good for the heart, soul, mind, & all else.

M

But they go on…

We humans are beings
who are always “be”ing…

As such, we radiate energy
on many different levels;
energies seen and unseen
physical (sound, touch, smell),
heat, emotions & more…

We even radiate energy as light
which is our individual aura,
and this some do see…

As variations of this “energy manifestation”
appear to be infinite,
so the energies we each manifest
are also infinite
in variation and number…

Technically, all the above can be said, “Is true,”
of any animal, plant and
all earth fire water wind,,.

Yet…

Humans say only we have intellect, wisdom, choice
with which we ‘do’ things, design and create…

So we think,
or so we are told…

But just suppose…

that all the other forms of/in life
have/manifest the same energies,
perhaps in different forms…

And just suppose
that the only real difference
between us and all else

is that
only we rebel…

And thus, of all else around us,
we are, in essence,
the only unfeeling and insane ones…

And they, the others,
observe & are saddened…

But, non-rebellious, they continue on…

M

Of Words, Threads, and a Tapestry Perceived

I’ve been a clown, fool, thief,
a whore & too much other more…
in each I thought I was and should be
doing the right thing for sure.

Found later that I was wrong…
so hesitate to speak at all,
yet of what use experience
if it trues not a mind or heart?

I suppose what helped me some,
though sometimes late,
as I saw a folly in my ways
then did I willingly change.

Now here I sit stand am
after six decades & more
wondering just what it is
should I stop start doing furthermore.

In any discussion
of things to do or ways to be
each person, a beautiful one,
has own personal views, shining.

Every one was created
and every one breathes…
every one has an issue
and every one has a point…

In a way, or more,
every one is right,
but in ways single or multiple
each of us is also wrong.

All covet to one extent or another;
greater or smaller matters not,
for any degree taints
thoughts, desires, and deeds.

Meanwhile, some believe not in God,
whose existence can be known,
and because of this,
another moral compass points not true north.

These two (not alone) seeds of error
grow into various disparate (or desperate?) difficulties
such as corruption, lying, violence, murder,
pain, suffering, pollution, disease.

The reasons for and causes of
what are proverbially called (these or those) “sins”,
are often covered over or justified by other seeds
‘necessity’, ‘profit’, ‘allegiance’, ‘duty’, ‘defense’.

If but one bad trait, mine or yours,
we were to propagate
unto earth’s inhabitants every one
what result would we see?

In all this, it takes not much to discern
that things are seriously messed up,
and there is a great need for me you us
to Lovingly correct our part in the wrong.

And this that then is the real deal.

Questions & answers
of what, where, when, who, how, or why
can be asked and answered properly
by any who seek, question, and perceive.

Though each of us
is unique and upon a unique path
we also are as one,
as individual plants are one species.

Like other living things beings
we wish to survive and grow
and have some fun in between,
furthering us furthermore as one.

Just as we are many
the answers are many,
but just as we are one
the answer too is one.

The answer, like a coin,
has two sides: stop/start…
stop with the sin and
start with Love, of not sin.

One bad habit at a time
change to good;
I you her him, as individuals,
and us as a group.

Good habits cultivate
so to survive, to be happy,
to live, to let live,
to Love, to let Love.

Discernment deep
of own thoughts deeds and habits
is what’s required;
moral compass points the way.

Because we want to be free
so should we not make tell others
what to do or who to be,
for if they aren’t free, how are we?

Yet where evil is, does, goes
we can, should, must
not contribute, not partake
in any, even small, way.

As no life can live
without nourishment
so deny the evil, starve it
and it will cease to be.

Light the Light instead.

If every one walked away
who would be left
to feed the beast,
to do the hurt or dismay?

Light the Light instead.

Some, perhaps many, would say
the battle against enmity
must be fought and must be won
by such of who may be bound or found.

If so, then consider that perchance
these are ones who weed,
sent to clear the garden park
of life denying evil and other debris.

Remember, as individual or group,
to harm another life, in any way,
is a grave undertaking in the least,
even if done only to survive.

Also there may be those
who would join with the evil
to mislead and do harm,
to cause pain as they please.

To these a warning sounds,
become aware now
for the gardener’s weeder warriors
are sent to do what they do best.

Still others sit upon the fence
not choosing which to be
little realizing fence’s edge, can be razor sharp,
as separates one side from the other.

Within all, do feel and heed the need
live well rightly, pure and holy,
with wisdom, compassion,
and a generous Love of All.

Remember always
acknowledge Giver of the Gift,
by which it is that we can be are grow…
it’s the polite thing to do after all.

This that then is a tapestry described & perceived,
threads of what is was could yet be,
the wherefore and the why, without and within,
moment of Life Love Breath, of Be and Become.

M

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