Monday, December 31, 2007
A Rest?
For rest: I visited Guangzhou and Jiujiang, China during their worst winter storm in fifty years. I did not knowingly visit China during its worst winter storm in fifty years; it just happened that way. I did knowingly experience the beginning of the Chinese New Year. What fun, all of the fireworks and the stares from many of the Chinese people who had never seen an American in their mist. Maybe I should write a story about my trip?
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Divine Cybernetics: The Invisible Gift to Carter and the World
One great lecture at: http://tastethewind.blogspot.com/2010/12/major-problems-for-mankind.html
52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 52
Divine Cybernetics: The Invisible Gift to Carter and the World!
(Dedicated to Max Kappeler: who dedicated his life to Divine Cybernetics and its Laws!) *
After studying Max's words and ideas for many years, I finally had the honor to shake his hand a few times. A real researcher and thinker for the modern world!
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.
Carter looked down at his unexpected Christmas gift with the childlike qualities of surprise and amazement. Like all gift openers, Carter wondered what was in the angelic printed gift wrapping papered box. The box was under the Christmas tree, but Carter had been away on business, so he was late in opening his Christmas gift. Carter traveled the world looking for gift stories to write for his employer, the monthly magazine, "The Box."
"The Box" is a monthly magazine about special and extraordinary gifts and how those special and extraordinary gifts change either a person or the whole of mankind. Carter had seen so many special and extraordinary gifts that had changed the world and individual people in the world, that Carter was never surprised by many of the costly gifts in the world.
But still, Carter usually wrote about other people’s special and extraordinary gifts in a truthful manner, but he never wrote about his own ordinary gifts that he had received throughout his lifetime. Carter began to carefully open the box so he could hold unto the moment within his mind. As he started to unwrap the angelic wrapping papered box, Carter saw the partly mirrored crystal sculpture. He carefully picked up the artful looking piece of crystal sculpture. The weird shaped partly mirrored crystal sculpture had three long upward pointing stems with arrows that also pointed upwards. The fourth stem archingly point up and around as a cover over the first three arrows as if to protect them from space and time and other human conceptions. But the fourth arrow did not touch the first stem’s arrow.
Carter read the engraved gold colored word on the main base of the four stems and four arrows. He read the golden word; CYBERNETICS. Then Carter saw the engraved gold colored words on the four stems of the four arrows. The first stem of the first arrow read: INPUT. The second stem of the second arrow read: PROCESS. The third stem of the third arrow read: OUTPUT. And the forth stem of the fourth arrow that archingly pointed over the second and third arrows to almost touch the first arrow read: FEEDBACK. Magically, the glass sculpture’s long bases started to change colors as if the colors were twirling around in various patterns. Carter wondered why the sculpture’s colors were swirling around and around as if they were in a cake mix when a chef is twirling about the cake batter. What was twirling the colors in the crystal sculpture? silently wondered Carter.
Then Carter loudly wondered, ‘What kind of gift is this? And why would I put it into ‘The Box’ magazine? Carter recalled many of the other gifts that were gift boxes for ‘The Box’ magazine. Carter remembered all of the gold watches, and diamond rings and necklaces and toys and games and books and magazines and televisions and music boxes and cameras and other gifts that people gave and received at Christmas and birthdays and other normal gift giving days throughout the year. Celebration days like parents day and teachers day and bosses day and secretary’s day and fireman and police officer’s day and president’s day and Valentine’s Day and many other days to celebrate the important people who help us in our lives and who are special in one way or another. Carter had never recalled such a gift as the crystal mirrored sculptured cybernetic concept. ‘What did it mean?’ wondered the premier gift expert for the whole world.
Carter had never heard or read the word cybernetics before in his life. He had no idea what it meant, so he grabbed a dictionary to learn more about the gift of cybernetics. ‘The science of communications and automatic control systems in both machines and all living things.’ from the Greek kubernetes, ‘steersman,’ from kuberman, ‘to steer.’ Or to guide, govern all actions of conscious information gathering and communications between intelligent creatures, for their self or in relationship between other intelligent creatures.
Carter saw the thick manual next that laid on the box’s bottom. The cybernetic cover read, ‘Cybernetics: The Key to a New You For Both Learning And Communication Development.’ Carter picked up the manual and he stated to read it from page one. ‘Every living creature is a living, conscious communicational systematic cybernetic entity. Within every cybernetic person, there are only four basic factors working as a conscious human cybernetic system. Those four basic factors are: 1. INPUT. 2. PROCESS. 3.OUTPUT. 4. FEEDBACK.
The first three arrows represent the input, process, and output, while the last feedback arrow points back to the input; for positive feedback or as an error correction mechanism. In very simplest of terms, the human mind works either logically or emotionally, or it woks with a combination of both logic and emotions. Now, all the information that enters the our minds operates by the cybernetic process of: input, process, output, and feedback. And when we relate to other people or creatures, then we are all dealing with other individual conscious cybernetic systems because each individual living creature in the cybernetic universe is a living cybernetic system. Even machines need to be programed with an input of information before they process the inputted information to have an output. The feedback machinations causes either an error correction mode or an increase input mode to achieve a higher or a different level of an intelligent input.
Cybernetics operates on every level of experience. It operates in steel machines and computers. It also operates in the universe for cosmic evolution. It operates in every human whether on the biological or physiological level; it also operates on the psychological or mental level; and more importantly, it works in the spiritual levels of understanding by the process of divine cybernetics. The book, ‘The Four Levels To Spiritual Consciousness.’ by Max Kappeler explains divine cybernetics and its laws.
Carter laid the cybernetic instruction manual down on the table and he walked over to the window of his tall skyscraper apartment in the sky. He asked himself a few questions. ‘So, is the whole universe and everything in it cybernetic system? Are there infinite cybernetic systems? Is every material machine is a cybernetic system? And is every living creature including all humans cybernetic systems too? And the spiritual realm operates by the cybernetic system of the Input, Process, Output, and Feedback? And all the while, no person can see or hear the cybernetic process with their brains or minds because it is part of our consciousness; because the cybernetic process of receiving information, of processing information, of outputting information, and of error correcting or increasing true information to higher levels is an immaterial process? So why the crystal sculpture? pondered Carter.
Carter walked back to sit down in his chair. He picked up the cybernetic crystal sculpture and he looked at it. So why the pointed arrows? wondered Carter. For some unknown reason, Carter placed his finger on the first arrow. The colors stopped swirling and it became a solid white light.
He closed his eyes and he started to feel strange. He started to feel as if his mind was being enlighten with the Infinite Intelligence by Divine Revelation. He heard the words, ‘And the Mind of God said let there be Infinite Enlighten Intelligence throughout the universe.’ And God said, ‘Let that Intelligence be always pure from all impure human conceptions of human thought.’ And God said, ‘Let that Intelligence be the unchanging identity of all intelligent life.’ And God said, ‘Let that Intelligence be of the universal nature of isness and nowness of the eternal and deathless Life. And let that Intelligence be a self-conscious consciousness of Truth, while being the perfect Intelligence of Love.
Carter opened his eyes and he felt as if he was living in a completely new universe, even though he viewed the same universe with the same biological eyes that he was born with. Now, he saw the universe with a different state of understanding, with different mental eyes.
He put his finger on the second arrow and its twirling colors also stopped swirling. The color became a solid orange. Carter closed his eyes again. He felt his human self being changed by the invisible power of the impersonal and infinite translating power of the Christ consciousness. The enlighten Intelligence was destroying Carter’s false and dark concepts within his subconscious and conscious mind. He opened his eyes again and he felt even better than before. He felt as if his human sub-consciousness was cleansed of all of the human conceptions which were created since his first breath as a human baby. Carter opened his eyes as he curiously glared at the sculpture.
‘Why not?’ he thought to himself, as he put his finger on the third arrow. Its swirling colors changed to a solid red with white dots that increased and decreased in size. The dots were all connected with thin black lines of flexible strings. Carter again closed his eyes again. Carter felt as if he was living in a new universe that reflected pure spiritual ideas, even though he could not explain it humanly. Carter was beginning to reflect the Infinite Intelligent light that had been revealed to him as he touched the first arrow, after the Intelligent spiritual light destroyed the deep darkness of the human mind’s wrong concepts of God and even of human life. He opened his eyes because he wanted to discover if the physical universe had changed. It had not! Or did it? Could the universe the same and yet different? Could there be more than one perceptive of the universe?
Carter touched the forth arched arrow of feedback. He saw it change into dual twirling colors of yellow and black. He closed his eyes for the forth time. He felt his human emotions about God disappearing as the laws of Science and spiritual understanding filled his consciousness with the gift of the divine knowledge of the divine consciousness. He felt a slight change of his consciousness after he realized he was slowly becoming a different person; as if his true spiritual self-hood was free from all human conceptions regarding human birth and death and everything in between those errors.
Carter picked up the sculpture and he thought to himself, ‘This is only a pieced of crystal sculpture with some words on it. Even though it is a nice looking conversational piece for a party or a business meeting, I think the real gift is the understanding of cybernetics it possesses to change people from being unintelligent individual states of consciousness (es) to transform them into an ever increasingly informed and intelligent individual states of consciousness (es) of Mind, Spirit, Soul, Principle, Life, Truth, and Love.’
Carter turned on his computer and he looked up the word cybernetics on the world wide web. ‘Science of regulation and control in animals (including humans), organizations, and machines when they are viewed as self-governing whole entities consisting of parts and their organization. It was conceived by Norbert Wiener, who coined the term in 1948. Cybernetics views communications and control in all self-contained complex systems as analogous. It differs from the empirical sciences (physics, biology, etc.) in not being interested in the material form, but in organization, pattern, and communication in entities. Because of the increasing sophistication of computers and the efforts to make them behave in humanlike ways, cybernetics today is closely allied with artificial intelligence and robotics, and it draws heavily on ideas developed in information theory.’ Britannica Encyclopedia.
Carter realized that most human beings did not know they were automatic conscious cybernetic communicational and informational cybernetic systems; that they are truly living and conscious cyberneticians, even on a human level. Carter stood up from his nice dark brown leather chair and he poured himself a drink of every expensive scotch. He thought to himself, ‘If the ten billion people realized that they were all individual cyberneticians and that they were living in a cybernetic universe and that the true spiritual realms of God were also cybernetic, although divinely cybernetic, then each individual and collective cybernetic conscious system would and could be at one with the Divine Cybernetic Intelligence called God. Then they would become divine conscious cyberneticians.
Looking down at the current copy of ‘The Box’ magazine, Carter realized that he could do something more than write up an article for ‘The Box’ magazine. So he picked up the phone and he made a few phone calls to discover who sent the CYBERNETIC sculpture to him for a Christmas gift. Soon enough, he found the person who not only sent the CYBERNETIC sculpture, but who also designed and made it. Carter learned that the CYBERNETIC sculpture was made as a one of a kind gift for Carter, the world’s leading expert on gifts. Carter respected the CYBERNETIC crystal sculpture so much that he brought the legal rights to own the CYBERNETIC crystal sculpture. He quickly created a plan to mass produce the CYBERNETIC crystal sculpture so every man, woman, and child could own his own mini CYBERNETIC crystal sculpture. He knew that every person in the world should learn their cybernetic status so they could become divine conscious cyberneticians.
Carter realized that if everyone owned the CYBERNETIC crystal sculpture, they would read the instruction manual which would help them along their way to transforming themselves from being biological robots to self-contain self conscious intelligent entities of living and conscious cyberneticians. People would then seek for the true inputs of Divine Intelligence. And then they would find the process of Christ Translation. And then they would use the output of reflecting the realm of the spiritual universe. And then, the understanding of Divine Intelligence would correct all mental errors and bring each individual cybernetician to higher levels of understanding and consciousness. And higher levels of divine understanding and divine consciousness would transform each individual, thereby changing the whole world for the betterment of mankind and its future.
He also began to design a new logo for a new magazine. You guessed it! The new logo was for the new magazine; The CYBERNETICIANS. An international cybernetic magazine for all beginning and experienced cyberneticians who wanted to learn more about the very huge and grand idea of cybernetics; the key to understanding the process of communication and the key to learning and gaining new levels of consciousness.
Carter was hoping that when he created a new monthly magazine about cybernetics, he would be able to provide the billions of people what they need to understand how their consciousness is operating for information gathering and communication development and even learning how to develop true a spiritual consciousness. Carter could not forget how his consciousness changed once he understood the four simple steps of divine cybernetics which allowed him to become aware how his consciousness was operating when he was learning new information and when he started communicating to every creature on every level of awareness. Communicating also became easier because he understood that there was an input, a process of the input, an output or a result of the input and process. And of course, he would get the feedback from himself or from an outside source for either improvement or correction.
Carter held unto the crystal sculpture. He stood up and walked over to a base that contained many head busts of great thinking men and women. He looked at the busts and he realized that every great thinking man and woman used the cybernetic system with or without knowing it. And because each thinking man or woman rose higher in understanding no matter what their related intellectual endeavor.
After all of the business plans were completed for the new magazine The Cyberneticains, Carter’s first edition of The Cyberneticians magazine featured George. George had used the of gift cybernetics for many reasons. George had first learned about divine cybernetics when studying Max Kappeler’s books and tapes and CDs that described the laws on every level of the divine cybernetic system. George realized that the four steps in the cybernetic process could also be used with every learning experience, but it could also be used for writing, thinking, and speaking, even human intellecual development too.
So George decided to write a story a week for one year. After developing an ambidextrous brain for language development, George thought that writing a simple story once a week would be no problem for his brain and mind. Of course, it wasn’t a problem at all because he had consciously programmed his brain and mind for writing stories and other needed articles.
Within a writing process, there is always an input of an idea or story or even a story outline. But then the story or idea must always be processed within the brain and mind so it can be outputted on paper or on the computer screen. But after the story was on paper or on computer screen, there is always feedback from within his own mind and brain, or from some other external intelligent source.
George had long ago arrived at a few conclusions about how human beings communicate within each individual conscious communicating cybernetic system. By using cybernetic’s very simple tools of input, process, output, and feedback. George simply added either logic or emotions or the combination of logic and emotions into the cybernetic equation. By almost totally ignoring the words and going to the substructure of the communication process, George realized if every underlying communication from any human being is either going to be totally logical, or totally emotional, or a combination thereof. He could address any emotional person by using logical words and ideas instead of becoming emotional himself. Logic against emotions was always the rule! Of course, there is much more to it, but that is where it begins.
Now, there is a problem in the world that possesses every thinking person. The eternal problem of ‘GOD.’ It could be simply stated that the concept of God can be discussed with either the logical mind or with the emotional mind. The problems with discussing the concept of God or the Supreme Being with either the purely logical mind or with the purely emotional mind are many.
But in the current age of the physical sciences, the old emotional concept of God in outer space is finished. Again, old or new emotional concepts about God or the Supreme Being are not only not good, but they are not even real because they are not based on pure spiritual reality. Because emotional people believe in their emotional concepts of God in the unscientific days, people did a lot of guessing about God. They also killed each other in the name of god, as if killing other human beings was a way to please their emotional concepts of god. But irrational emotions are like flimsy months that fly in one’s mind, only to be destroyed by the bright light of science. For the longest period of time, the world has been burdened with irrational ideas about the Supreme Being.
The input of irrational and emotional concepts of God only leads to irrational and emotional mental processes about God; which in turn leads to outputs of more irrational and emotional concepts of God. What needs to be inputted into human consciousness is the revelation of MIND, SPIRIT, SOUL, PRINCIPLE, LIFE, TRUTH, LOVE. What needs to be processed is the Christ translation which destroys all mortal error. What needs to be outputted is a true sense of Christianity’s reflection of divine Love. And what needs to be understood as God in the scientific age is the Science of God and the spiritual laws that govern all levels of the divine cybernetic
system.
On the other hand, many of the world’s thinkers believe that the physical sciences are their gods because people can accomplish so much with the physical sciences. The physical sciences have their place in the world. But the one thing that the physical sciences can not do is handle all of the evil and the global problems in today’s world and in people’s individual minds. The metaphysical handling of evil in the human mind can only be done by the Divine Cybernetic Science of Being which was presented by Max Kappeler and other great spiritual thinkers who proceeded him.
It has been stated that modern day problems can not be handled with old ways of solving problems. That could be rephrased as, ‘The old emotional concepts of God will not solve the modern problems that are facing mankind’s future. Understanding Divine Cybernetics is first step in understanding ourselves and the world and even ‘God.’ Some might state that Divine Cybernetics is the modern day part of God that will save mankind from destroying itself!
* http://www.kappelerinstitute.org/
52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 52
Divine Cybernetics: The Invisible Gift to Carter and the World!
(Dedicated to Max Kappeler: who dedicated his life to Divine Cybernetics and its Laws!) *
After studying Max's words and ideas for many years, I finally had the honor to shake his hand a few times. A real researcher and thinker for the modern world!
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.
Carter looked down at his unexpected Christmas gift with the childlike qualities of surprise and amazement. Like all gift openers, Carter wondered what was in the angelic printed gift wrapping papered box. The box was under the Christmas tree, but Carter had been away on business, so he was late in opening his Christmas gift. Carter traveled the world looking for gift stories to write for his employer, the monthly magazine, "The Box."
"The Box" is a monthly magazine about special and extraordinary gifts and how those special and extraordinary gifts change either a person or the whole of mankind. Carter had seen so many special and extraordinary gifts that had changed the world and individual people in the world, that Carter was never surprised by many of the costly gifts in the world.
But still, Carter usually wrote about other people’s special and extraordinary gifts in a truthful manner, but he never wrote about his own ordinary gifts that he had received throughout his lifetime. Carter began to carefully open the box so he could hold unto the moment within his mind. As he started to unwrap the angelic wrapping papered box, Carter saw the partly mirrored crystal sculpture. He carefully picked up the artful looking piece of crystal sculpture. The weird shaped partly mirrored crystal sculpture had three long upward pointing stems with arrows that also pointed upwards. The fourth stem archingly point up and around as a cover over the first three arrows as if to protect them from space and time and other human conceptions. But the fourth arrow did not touch the first stem’s arrow.
Carter read the engraved gold colored word on the main base of the four stems and four arrows. He read the golden word; CYBERNETICS. Then Carter saw the engraved gold colored words on the four stems of the four arrows. The first stem of the first arrow read: INPUT. The second stem of the second arrow read: PROCESS. The third stem of the third arrow read: OUTPUT. And the forth stem of the fourth arrow that archingly pointed over the second and third arrows to almost touch the first arrow read: FEEDBACK. Magically, the glass sculpture’s long bases started to change colors as if the colors were twirling around in various patterns. Carter wondered why the sculpture’s colors were swirling around and around as if they were in a cake mix when a chef is twirling about the cake batter. What was twirling the colors in the crystal sculpture? silently wondered Carter.
Then Carter loudly wondered, ‘What kind of gift is this? And why would I put it into ‘The Box’ magazine? Carter recalled many of the other gifts that were gift boxes for ‘The Box’ magazine. Carter remembered all of the gold watches, and diamond rings and necklaces and toys and games and books and magazines and televisions and music boxes and cameras and other gifts that people gave and received at Christmas and birthdays and other normal gift giving days throughout the year. Celebration days like parents day and teachers day and bosses day and secretary’s day and fireman and police officer’s day and president’s day and Valentine’s Day and many other days to celebrate the important people who help us in our lives and who are special in one way or another. Carter had never recalled such a gift as the crystal mirrored sculptured cybernetic concept. ‘What did it mean?’ wondered the premier gift expert for the whole world.
Carter had never heard or read the word cybernetics before in his life. He had no idea what it meant, so he grabbed a dictionary to learn more about the gift of cybernetics. ‘The science of communications and automatic control systems in both machines and all living things.’ from the Greek kubernetes, ‘steersman,’ from kuberman, ‘to steer.’ Or to guide, govern all actions of conscious information gathering and communications between intelligent creatures, for their self or in relationship between other intelligent creatures.
Carter saw the thick manual next that laid on the box’s bottom. The cybernetic cover read, ‘Cybernetics: The Key to a New You For Both Learning And Communication Development.’ Carter picked up the manual and he stated to read it from page one. ‘Every living creature is a living, conscious communicational systematic cybernetic entity. Within every cybernetic person, there are only four basic factors working as a conscious human cybernetic system. Those four basic factors are: 1. INPUT. 2. PROCESS. 3.OUTPUT. 4. FEEDBACK.
The first three arrows represent the input, process, and output, while the last feedback arrow points back to the input; for positive feedback or as an error correction mechanism. In very simplest of terms, the human mind works either logically or emotionally, or it woks with a combination of both logic and emotions. Now, all the information that enters the our minds operates by the cybernetic process of: input, process, output, and feedback. And when we relate to other people or creatures, then we are all dealing with other individual conscious cybernetic systems because each individual living creature in the cybernetic universe is a living cybernetic system. Even machines need to be programed with an input of information before they process the inputted information to have an output. The feedback machinations causes either an error correction mode or an increase input mode to achieve a higher or a different level of an intelligent input.
Cybernetics operates on every level of experience. It operates in steel machines and computers. It also operates in the universe for cosmic evolution. It operates in every human whether on the biological or physiological level; it also operates on the psychological or mental level; and more importantly, it works in the spiritual levels of understanding by the process of divine cybernetics. The book, ‘The Four Levels To Spiritual Consciousness.’ by Max Kappeler explains divine cybernetics and its laws.
Carter laid the cybernetic instruction manual down on the table and he walked over to the window of his tall skyscraper apartment in the sky. He asked himself a few questions. ‘So, is the whole universe and everything in it cybernetic system? Are there infinite cybernetic systems? Is every material machine is a cybernetic system? And is every living creature including all humans cybernetic systems too? And the spiritual realm operates by the cybernetic system of the Input, Process, Output, and Feedback? And all the while, no person can see or hear the cybernetic process with their brains or minds because it is part of our consciousness; because the cybernetic process of receiving information, of processing information, of outputting information, and of error correcting or increasing true information to higher levels is an immaterial process? So why the crystal sculpture? pondered Carter.
Carter walked back to sit down in his chair. He picked up the cybernetic crystal sculpture and he looked at it. So why the pointed arrows? wondered Carter. For some unknown reason, Carter placed his finger on the first arrow. The colors stopped swirling and it became a solid white light.
He closed his eyes and he started to feel strange. He started to feel as if his mind was being enlighten with the Infinite Intelligence by Divine Revelation. He heard the words, ‘And the Mind of God said let there be Infinite Enlighten Intelligence throughout the universe.’ And God said, ‘Let that Intelligence be always pure from all impure human conceptions of human thought.’ And God said, ‘Let that Intelligence be the unchanging identity of all intelligent life.’ And God said, ‘Let that Intelligence be of the universal nature of isness and nowness of the eternal and deathless Life. And let that Intelligence be a self-conscious consciousness of Truth, while being the perfect Intelligence of Love.
Carter opened his eyes and he felt as if he was living in a completely new universe, even though he viewed the same universe with the same biological eyes that he was born with. Now, he saw the universe with a different state of understanding, with different mental eyes.
He put his finger on the second arrow and its twirling colors also stopped swirling. The color became a solid orange. Carter closed his eyes again. He felt his human self being changed by the invisible power of the impersonal and infinite translating power of the Christ consciousness. The enlighten Intelligence was destroying Carter’s false and dark concepts within his subconscious and conscious mind. He opened his eyes again and he felt even better than before. He felt as if his human sub-consciousness was cleansed of all of the human conceptions which were created since his first breath as a human baby. Carter opened his eyes as he curiously glared at the sculpture.
‘Why not?’ he thought to himself, as he put his finger on the third arrow. Its swirling colors changed to a solid red with white dots that increased and decreased in size. The dots were all connected with thin black lines of flexible strings. Carter again closed his eyes again. Carter felt as if he was living in a new universe that reflected pure spiritual ideas, even though he could not explain it humanly. Carter was beginning to reflect the Infinite Intelligent light that had been revealed to him as he touched the first arrow, after the Intelligent spiritual light destroyed the deep darkness of the human mind’s wrong concepts of God and even of human life. He opened his eyes because he wanted to discover if the physical universe had changed. It had not! Or did it? Could the universe the same and yet different? Could there be more than one perceptive of the universe?
Carter touched the forth arched arrow of feedback. He saw it change into dual twirling colors of yellow and black. He closed his eyes for the forth time. He felt his human emotions about God disappearing as the laws of Science and spiritual understanding filled his consciousness with the gift of the divine knowledge of the divine consciousness. He felt a slight change of his consciousness after he realized he was slowly becoming a different person; as if his true spiritual self-hood was free from all human conceptions regarding human birth and death and everything in between those errors.
Carter picked up the sculpture and he thought to himself, ‘This is only a pieced of crystal sculpture with some words on it. Even though it is a nice looking conversational piece for a party or a business meeting, I think the real gift is the understanding of cybernetics it possesses to change people from being unintelligent individual states of consciousness (es) to transform them into an ever increasingly informed and intelligent individual states of consciousness (es) of Mind, Spirit, Soul, Principle, Life, Truth, and Love.’
Carter turned on his computer and he looked up the word cybernetics on the world wide web. ‘Science of regulation and control in animals (including humans), organizations, and machines when they are viewed as self-governing whole entities consisting of parts and their organization. It was conceived by Norbert Wiener, who coined the term in 1948. Cybernetics views communications and control in all self-contained complex systems as analogous. It differs from the empirical sciences (physics, biology, etc.) in not being interested in the material form, but in organization, pattern, and communication in entities. Because of the increasing sophistication of computers and the efforts to make them behave in humanlike ways, cybernetics today is closely allied with artificial intelligence and robotics, and it draws heavily on ideas developed in information theory.’ Britannica Encyclopedia.
Carter realized that most human beings did not know they were automatic conscious cybernetic communicational and informational cybernetic systems; that they are truly living and conscious cyberneticians, even on a human level. Carter stood up from his nice dark brown leather chair and he poured himself a drink of every expensive scotch. He thought to himself, ‘If the ten billion people realized that they were all individual cyberneticians and that they were living in a cybernetic universe and that the true spiritual realms of God were also cybernetic, although divinely cybernetic, then each individual and collective cybernetic conscious system would and could be at one with the Divine Cybernetic Intelligence called God. Then they would become divine conscious cyberneticians.
Looking down at the current copy of ‘The Box’ magazine, Carter realized that he could do something more than write up an article for ‘The Box’ magazine. So he picked up the phone and he made a few phone calls to discover who sent the CYBERNETIC sculpture to him for a Christmas gift. Soon enough, he found the person who not only sent the CYBERNETIC sculpture, but who also designed and made it. Carter learned that the CYBERNETIC sculpture was made as a one of a kind gift for Carter, the world’s leading expert on gifts. Carter respected the CYBERNETIC crystal sculpture so much that he brought the legal rights to own the CYBERNETIC crystal sculpture. He quickly created a plan to mass produce the CYBERNETIC crystal sculpture so every man, woman, and child could own his own mini CYBERNETIC crystal sculpture. He knew that every person in the world should learn their cybernetic status so they could become divine conscious cyberneticians.
Carter realized that if everyone owned the CYBERNETIC crystal sculpture, they would read the instruction manual which would help them along their way to transforming themselves from being biological robots to self-contain self conscious intelligent entities of living and conscious cyberneticians. People would then seek for the true inputs of Divine Intelligence. And then they would find the process of Christ Translation. And then they would use the output of reflecting the realm of the spiritual universe. And then, the understanding of Divine Intelligence would correct all mental errors and bring each individual cybernetician to higher levels of understanding and consciousness. And higher levels of divine understanding and divine consciousness would transform each individual, thereby changing the whole world for the betterment of mankind and its future.
He also began to design a new logo for a new magazine. You guessed it! The new logo was for the new magazine; The CYBERNETICIANS. An international cybernetic magazine for all beginning and experienced cyberneticians who wanted to learn more about the very huge and grand idea of cybernetics; the key to understanding the process of communication and the key to learning and gaining new levels of consciousness.
Carter was hoping that when he created a new monthly magazine about cybernetics, he would be able to provide the billions of people what they need to understand how their consciousness is operating for information gathering and communication development and even learning how to develop true a spiritual consciousness. Carter could not forget how his consciousness changed once he understood the four simple steps of divine cybernetics which allowed him to become aware how his consciousness was operating when he was learning new information and when he started communicating to every creature on every level of awareness. Communicating also became easier because he understood that there was an input, a process of the input, an output or a result of the input and process. And of course, he would get the feedback from himself or from an outside source for either improvement or correction.
Carter held unto the crystal sculpture. He stood up and walked over to a base that contained many head busts of great thinking men and women. He looked at the busts and he realized that every great thinking man and woman used the cybernetic system with or without knowing it. And because each thinking man or woman rose higher in understanding no matter what their related intellectual endeavor.
After all of the business plans were completed for the new magazine The Cyberneticains, Carter’s first edition of The Cyberneticians magazine featured George. George had used the of gift cybernetics for many reasons. George had first learned about divine cybernetics when studying Max Kappeler’s books and tapes and CDs that described the laws on every level of the divine cybernetic system. George realized that the four steps in the cybernetic process could also be used with every learning experience, but it could also be used for writing, thinking, and speaking, even human intellecual development too.
So George decided to write a story a week for one year. After developing an ambidextrous brain for language development, George thought that writing a simple story once a week would be no problem for his brain and mind. Of course, it wasn’t a problem at all because he had consciously programmed his brain and mind for writing stories and other needed articles.
Within a writing process, there is always an input of an idea or story or even a story outline. But then the story or idea must always be processed within the brain and mind so it can be outputted on paper or on the computer screen. But after the story was on paper or on computer screen, there is always feedback from within his own mind and brain, or from some other external intelligent source.
George had long ago arrived at a few conclusions about how human beings communicate within each individual conscious communicating cybernetic system. By using cybernetic’s very simple tools of input, process, output, and feedback. George simply added either logic or emotions or the combination of logic and emotions into the cybernetic equation. By almost totally ignoring the words and going to the substructure of the communication process, George realized if every underlying communication from any human being is either going to be totally logical, or totally emotional, or a combination thereof. He could address any emotional person by using logical words and ideas instead of becoming emotional himself. Logic against emotions was always the rule! Of course, there is much more to it, but that is where it begins.
Now, there is a problem in the world that possesses every thinking person. The eternal problem of ‘GOD.’ It could be simply stated that the concept of God can be discussed with either the logical mind or with the emotional mind. The problems with discussing the concept of God or the Supreme Being with either the purely logical mind or with the purely emotional mind are many.
But in the current age of the physical sciences, the old emotional concept of God in outer space is finished. Again, old or new emotional concepts about God or the Supreme Being are not only not good, but they are not even real because they are not based on pure spiritual reality. Because emotional people believe in their emotional concepts of God in the unscientific days, people did a lot of guessing about God. They also killed each other in the name of god, as if killing other human beings was a way to please their emotional concepts of god. But irrational emotions are like flimsy months that fly in one’s mind, only to be destroyed by the bright light of science. For the longest period of time, the world has been burdened with irrational ideas about the Supreme Being.
The input of irrational and emotional concepts of God only leads to irrational and emotional mental processes about God; which in turn leads to outputs of more irrational and emotional concepts of God. What needs to be inputted into human consciousness is the revelation of MIND, SPIRIT, SOUL, PRINCIPLE, LIFE, TRUTH, LOVE. What needs to be processed is the Christ translation which destroys all mortal error. What needs to be outputted is a true sense of Christianity’s reflection of divine Love. And what needs to be understood as God in the scientific age is the Science of God and the spiritual laws that govern all levels of the divine cybernetic
system.
On the other hand, many of the world’s thinkers believe that the physical sciences are their gods because people can accomplish so much with the physical sciences. The physical sciences have their place in the world. But the one thing that the physical sciences can not do is handle all of the evil and the global problems in today’s world and in people’s individual minds. The metaphysical handling of evil in the human mind can only be done by the Divine Cybernetic Science of Being which was presented by Max Kappeler and other great spiritual thinkers who proceeded him.
It has been stated that modern day problems can not be handled with old ways of solving problems. That could be rephrased as, ‘The old emotional concepts of God will not solve the modern problems that are facing mankind’s future. Understanding Divine Cybernetics is first step in understanding ourselves and the world and even ‘God.’ Some might state that Divine Cybernetics is the modern day part of God that will save mankind from destroying itself!
* http://www.kappelerinstitute.org/
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Moments Of Forgiveness
One great lecture at: http://tastethewind.blogspot.com/2010/12/major-problems-for-mankind.html
52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 51
Moments Of Forgiveness (Based On True Events)
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.
Jorge’s childhood was an eyeopener for Jorge. The boy Jorge’s wondering eyes looked out towards the huge world of people, and he did not like what he saw. He saw many dangers all around him, plus he was warned about many unseen dangers. He realized that world can be a dangerous place for a boy because he had seen many boys and young men become violent or almost violent for no reason whatsoever. The young Jorge soon realized that he was living among modern day cave boys; boys who were violent and dangerous. Jorge did not like what he saw in the world.
One day, Jorge had visited a middle school classmate who was physically attacked and assaulted by a gang of teenager young men. The gang members used a big and heavy metal chain to hit the hospitalized guy’s face. He was forcefully knocked to the ground where he painfully was at the gang’s hostile mercy. Even though he had almost died, he calmly spoke with a smile as he laid in the hospital bed. He smiled wider as he spoke the words, ‘Do not worry about me. I know who attacked me and they will regret not killing me.’ The bloodily and scarred person in the hospital bed was only thinking about his revenge on the group of modern day cave males who attacked him. Jorge wondered why there was so much violence in America’s schools when everyone should be studying instead of worrying about the modern day cave youth gangs. What was Jorge going to do?
Whether by an accident or an act of destiny, Jorge had met another young man who had been studying the ancient Chinese martial art of kung fu. Jorge listened carefully and intently as the young man told his short story of how he was attacked by four big gang members. With no help around the young man, he used a side snap kick to unsurprisingly break the leg of bad guy one; and then he used a rear snap kick to break the leg of bad guy two; he then used a roundhouse kick to knock the third bad guy motionless on the ground. The fourth bad guy ran away because he did not want to get kicked by a young kung fu master. Jorge was silently impressed by the story, but he became even more impressed when the young man stated, ‘Anyone can learn Chinese kung fu!’ He then winked at Jorge as a hint that Jorge should start training as soon as possible.
After seeing many individual examples of bullying students picking on other bullying students, and even on defenseless and weak students, Jorge also began studying kung fu and many other styles of martial arts for self-defense purposes. The other reason Jorge began studying the varied forms of martial arts of self-defense was because he knew that he would never become a professional basketball player, or a baseball player, or a football player or any other kind of physical athletic. But he knew that he would never know when he would be attacked by the modern day cave men who believed in violence instead of intelligence. He also knew that he could get into physical shape too, plus being able to defend his physical body against most violent day cave people in his life. In other words, the martial arts would be part of his life forever.
From the moment of his first step into a dojo or any marital art school, Jorge started to prepare his body and mind to make them strong and flexible for every martial movement known to man. He was also prepared to listen to every martial art’s instructor without a single question. As a very young martial art student, he realized that all of the martial art instructors knew more about self-defense than a young boy could know, so he obeyed their every word and instruction because he wanted to become a good martial artist as a boy, but more importantly, because he wanted to be able to defend himself from the violent modern day cave boys.
It seemed as if Jorge that he had no choice in his decision of studying the martial arts because he did not want to end up in a hospital. So he trained both his body and mind for the development of becoming a martial artist as a youth, and as a martial art master later in his life. So he trained hard in and out of the dojos. With every martial art lesson, there were simple lessons of either individual punches and kicks, plus many of the thousands of individual self-defense moves for any and all physical attacks from the world’s modern day cave people.
In no time at all, Jorge was learning and practicing front snap kicks and side snap kicks and rear side kicks and round house kicks and many other kinds of kicks. Jorge learned how to kick to the front and to the side and to the rear in so many ways. There was standing on one foot and kicking with a foot snapping outwards for hundreds of kicks to the front, side, and to the rear. There was low kicks and middle and high kicks. There were single kicks and double kicks and triple kicks. There were combinations of kicks to the front and then to the side and to the rear. Sometimes, Jorge would remember the kung fu guy who told him the story of defending himself from the four bad guys.
There were front and side and rears kicks thrust outward towards the air, to heavy bags, to speed bags, and to movable and immovable trees. There were jumping front, side, and rear kicks too. Jorge would stand in a deep pool of water and he would practice snapping kicks in the water. And of course, there was the blindfolded kicks to the front, side, and to the rear. And to top off all of those methods of practicing the front, side, and rear snap kicks, there was also the running, biking, weight lifting, and of course, stretching in so many ways. The means to the end was always a sparring match against another person. A sparring match is between two people with a few rules added for safety. But Jorge knew and still knows that there are no rules on the street. Well, almost no rules for fighting on the street. Jorge’s only rule was to win!
Trying to kick or punch a moving target was usually more difficult than kicking a stationary bag or tree or wall. Of course, Jorge’s opponents were also trying to kick and punch Jorge. So Jorge had to use fancy footwork and blocks and other means so he would not receive a punch or a kick by his opponents. Before every sparring match, Jorge would become inwardly silent. His mind would turn away from the world of people and things. He would mentally enter a deadly zone unknown to most modern day cave people. In the moment of sparring, Jorge turned into a different person, almost like a expert warrior from a past life who had never forgot his skills as a warrior. His spirit would rise up to defeat almost every opponent, but if he was ever defeated in a sparring match, he would use every defeat as a lesson for future battles. Of course, it each sparring match was partly pretend because it was and is not legal in America to kill a sparring opponent. But Jorge knew that it was and still is legal to kill someone in the act of self-defense.
He also learned how to punch and strike with his hands in countless numbers of ways. Jorge learned that almost every part of his body could be used as a lethal weapon, including his fingers and thumb. In no time all at, Jorge was completing sets of one hundred finger tip pushups as if they were nothing. And then there were two fingertip pushes and then only thump pushups. And after his hands were bloodied from hitting and striking the various punching apparatuses, Jorge would soak his cut and bloody hands in hot salt water and other special water to make them tough. His feet were also included in the special water treatments. Soon enough, running barefoot in the snow was no problem for Jorge.
Jorge also learned how to defend himself against many people and even armed people. He learned how to fight blindfolded. Jorge had learned so many moves that he did not bother to remember most of them because there were thousands of self-defense moves to remember. He guessed that he would just remember them when he needed to remember a specific self-defense move for whatever situation might arise on the street.
Then Jorge was taught how to use all of the different ancient martial art weapons like swords and sticks and knifes and different forms of blades and weapons that most people have never heard of since the ancient wars like those in Japan and China; which are not commonly known or normally used in America’s modern day life.
In no time at all, Jorge could kick every known kick that was ever taught in any dojo around the world. He could punch and strike fast and hard with his hands fast too. And he had learned so many self-defense movements from so many different styles of martial arts, that he feared no human man on earth. He did not fear better martial artists either. But more importantly, he learned not to fear the threat of death. And even more importantly, he was not afraid of death! Moreover, he learn to treasure life because he had long ago realized how easy it was to kill a modern day cave person.
After studying so many different kinds of martial arts, either for sport or for real life fighting, Jorge the young boy, who had became a young man, was about to enter the world with a strong body to became a man. Jorge’s body and mind was well prepared and well programmed to become a real life warrior in nanoseconds; if not faster. As all true martial artists know, after many years of physical training from boyhood, a boy’s body transforms into a man’s body which is much stronger in so many ways, so it is even a better weapon than a boy could have realized. But becoming a man made Jorge realized that even the grownup modern day cave people could also be dangerous.
But after studying martial arts for so long, and after learning so much about the martial arts from real training, every student needs time off to relax. And what better way to relax from training than watching martial art movies. There are so many martial art movies from around the world that every martial art student hoped to learn something from each movie. There are so many different styles of martial arts, that martial art movies are a fun way to watch the old time masters with the hope of learning something new. A true martial artist is always learning something new, just for the fun of it.
But as with many young martial art students, Jorge had temporally began to idolize some of the few modern day martial art masters who had mastered and then glorified one aspect of their martial art, because they became a Hollywood movie stars. Maybe even developing a new martial art style. Maybe, even becoming a huge international Hollywood martial art movie star. One such modern day international martial art movie star was the late Bruce Lee.
Like many other martial art students, Jorge watched Bruce Lee on the big movie screen with his martial art friends. On the big movie screen, movie star Bruce Lee could kick and punch faster than any opponent on earth. And even Bruce Lee’s movie story’s were also fun to watch. He usually fought against weaker, slower, and less skilled fighters on the movie screen. But there was one movie martial opponent who had an equal martial art spirit, but whom Bruce Lee had to beat anyway, because it was a movie. As tens of thousands of teenage boys around the world watched Bruce Lee, they too wished they could become a perfect fighter in every regard, even to grown up to become professional fighters. (Another daydream for some modern day cave people.)
But when the great martial artist Hollywood movie actor Bruce Lee became a philosopher with such Zen sayings as: ‘A learned man once went to a Zen teacher to inquire about Zen. As the Zen teacher explained, the learned man would frequently interrupt him with remarks like, "Oh, yes, we have that too......" and so on. Finally the Zen teacher stopped talking and began to serve tea to the learned man. He poured the cup fill, and then kept pouring until the cup overflowed. "Enough!" the learned man once more interrupter. "No more can go into the cup!" Indeed, I see," answered the Zen teacher. "If you do not first empty the cup, how can you taste my cup of tea?"
Jorge thought to himself that, ‘If a martial arts master / Hollywood movie star can be philosophical, then so should I!’ So he started to study Zen and philosophy for the fun of it.
But another event changed Jorge from being purely a self-defense fighter or purely a physical martial artist to being a philosopher of life. One day, Jorge was walking on a sidewalk. He was minding his own business when something unexpected happened. A carload of bullies started yelling out the window at Jorge, but Jorge pretended not to see the bullies. Instead, he started to whistle. Jorge was thinking what to do to avoid a confrontation. But he knew that he could not outrun a car. So he hoped that the bullies would just drive away.
Instead, the car turned around and two of the bullies exited the car, while the car drove passed Jorge and stopped behind Jorge. Two bullies were in front of Jorge, while the other two bullies had already exited the car were behind Jorge. Jorge fearlessly knew that he was not going to run away from the bullies. He did not even sweat a muscle’s drop of sweat as his mind calmly became as still as a calm pond. There was no thoughts about what to do. He was truly ready to defend himself from the four modern day cave men.
As the first bully attacked Jorge, Jorge snap his foot to the side, breaking the first person’s leg. The first bully fell to the ground while he cried out with pain. When the second person attacked Jorge, Jorge blocked his opponent’s punch while he broke his opponent’s arm. The second person stumped away with a bone sticking out of his arm’s skin. When the third bully attacked Jorge, Jorge was getting really mad because he had hoped that the third and forth bully would have had enough intelligence to walk away after seeing the damage that Jorge had already inflicted on the first two bullies.
Jorge looked at the third and fourth bully. Without saying a word, Jorge raised his hand up in the air and he shook his finger back and forth in an unspoken message of, "Do not do it!" When the third person attacked Jorge, Jorge used a special punch to hit the face of the third bully so hard, that he almost killed him. The fourth bully ran towards his fallen and helpless and defeated friends. The forth bully helped his defeated bullies to the car and they drove away. The four bullies were looking out the window again, but they were not yelling at Jorge. They would never yell at Jorge ever again. Nor would they ever attack Jorge again. Not only that, but the story quickly spread around town that Jorge had beaten up the four bullies who had been harassing him for so many months. Everyone talked about a real life movie fight; if only it was that simple!
Jorge walked away from the scene without a hit of pride in defending himself from the four bullies. Instead, he felt a sense of confusion that he had caused pain and suffering to the three bullies; even if they did deserve what they had received from Jorge. When people walked up to Jorge to congratulate on his win, he did not feel as if anyone really won anything. Jorge began philosophizing his win against the four bullies. Could he have done it different without causing so much pain and suffering? Could he have talked his way out of the fight? Or maybe he simply did not have a choice but to defend himself from the four bullies.
A month later, after one bully left the hospital from being hit in the face with Jorge’s special punch, the now reformed bully simply walked up to Jorge with a smile. The two males were standing in the same spot where the fight had occurred. Jorge was looking at the reformed bully with a bit of doubt. ‘Why is he walking up to me, alone at that?’ thought Jorge.
The reformed bully reached out his hand as he stated, ‘I am really sorry that we jumped you. I am also sorry that we have been harassing you for so long. How would you like to have a soda and hamburger with me?’
Jorge speechlessly glared at the reformed bully. He also looked at the hamburger joint only fifty feet away from the two hamburger lovers. Jorge’s quickly philosophized within his quickly learning mind a few points of life. But without questioning the reformed bully because the moment had presented itself to Jorge, he did not ponder the moment for long. Instead, he went with his gut instinct to forgive the reformed bully, without philosophizing about it. He could do that later. So Jorge reached out his hand and shook the reformed bully’s hand. ‘Sure, I will have a hamburger with you.’
As they sat in the hamburger joint across from each other, people in the restaurant started to point at Jorge and the reformed bully. Soon a few other people showed up and they sat down too. Jorge sat silent as he looked at the reformed bully. Jorge wondered what the reformed bully had thought about while he laid in the hospital bed for a days on end. Maybe the reformed bully also became a philosopher about his bullying life and he had realized that his bullying life was no good.
Jorge wondered about his life too. He thought about even more when he realized that he had forgiven the bullies for attacking him and that the reformed bully had also forgiven Jorge for hitting him with a lighting fast and hammer hard punch to the face. But for some reason, it seemed like no other person could understand that sense of forgiveness between two men who had been in a real fight.
Jorge heard what people were saying behind his back. Some people even questioned Jorge on why he had a hamburger with the reformed bully. Jorge simply stated, ‘In is no big deal. He asked for forgiveness for being a bully and picking a fight with me. So I simply forgave him.’
Everyone was really confused with the concept of forgiveness, but it was new to Jorge too. Jorge felt as if his mental cup was being emptied while his mind was being filled up with the real meaning of life. Even modern day cavemen can learn about the real meaning and purpose of life.
So Jorge started to study Bruce Lee’s Zen statements and he also started to study other philosophies partly for the fun of it, but partly because he had no choice. Jorge had quickly learned that life was not about fighting or preparing for moments of self-defense at all. Jorge had learned that life was about living and learning. Jorge had started on a whole new path in his life. He almost completely stopped trying to perfect kicks and punches so he could learn as much as he could about life. But then something completely unexpected happen to Jorge and millions of other Bruce Lee fans. Bruce Lee was shot and killed by a single bullet of a gun. Jorge stared at the motionless Bruce Lee in his coffin. There he was. The world’s fastest puncher and kicker in the movie world, laying as dead as a nail, even if his new martial style would live on.
Jorge and the millions of other Bruce Lee fans were completely bummed out because their international hero was dead. Jorge thought to himself, ‘Who could replace Bruce Lee the fighter?’
Jorge slowly wondered what life was all about if a person from childhood studies so many of the martial arts, that he could defend himself against many people, but not from a planned gun’s bullet, or from a nuclear warhead, or from a comet from the sky. After all, if the huge dinosaurs became extinct by a single comet from the outer space, what was the real meaning and purpose of and for life for every human on earth? One night, Jorge could not sleep. So he walked outside at 3 am on very cold Thanksgiving night. He stood in the frigid cold air as he looked at the stars in the sky. And a single question popped into his mind. "What would happed right now if a nuclear warhead dropped in front of your eyes?"
He imagined the bright explosion in the distance as he realized the sleeping modern day cave people were all sleeping in their warm beds. He imagined the nuclear cloud’s huge heat wave changing the very frigid cold winter air into the hottest hell human’s might ever know. He realized that all of the sleeping humans would never know what had fried them to their early deaths. But he realized something even more important. That because each modern day cave person was sleeping even when they were awake. How could anyone defend him/herself from a modern day caveman nuclear warhead or nuclear bomb from modern day cave people?
Jorge wondered what was the source of that pondering question because he had never thought about nuclear war since the time of his human birth. It seemed that a source outside himself had sent him that question. But more importantly, how was he supposed to answer a question he had no idea how to answer? Jorge knew that he would be searching for the answers to that question for a long time, but he walked back into the house and covered himself with the warm blankets.
Jorge fell asleep and he dreamt a dream.
Jorge saw a tall dark tanned skin and bearded man, in a white robe, walking up to him. The man in the white robe had a crown of thorns on his head. The man opened reached out his hand to show the dreaming Jorge the bloody holes in his hands. And then, the white robed man raised the white robe to show the holes in his feet to Jorge. The white robed man then started to speak to Jorge.
"Over two thousand years ago, I walked the earth without ever throwing a kick or a punch to any of my human enemies. Instead, I preached that God is Love and that you are to love your enemies instead of killing them. But in the new age of nuclear warheads and bombs, the very old concept of a personal god must be replaced with the impersonal concept of the divine Principle, Love. I never stated that I was god in a human form. But I did state that I was at one with God. Those are two completely separate and different ideas about God and Jesus. Anyone can be atone with the Spirit of Love.’
‘Men do not put new wine into old bottles: else the bottles break, and the wine runneth out, the bottles perish: but they put new wine into new bottles, and both are preserved. (Matt: 9:17. + Luke 5: 37-39) ‘but new wine must be put into new bottles.' (Mark 2: 22)
People must empty themselves of the old concept of a personal god of war and hate. And then they must fill themselves up with the Spirit of Love, as the only and true God for all mankind. That would be the best birthday gift that a two thousand year old guy could wish for in the nuclear age of dangerous weapons.
I preached that God is Spirit and Love. I stated that people are to worship God in spirit and in truth. As in the days of old, but more importantly, in the news days of the current world; people believe that going to churches and mosques and synagogues and temples is the way to worship the Supreme Being. But that is not the way to worship the Grand Creator. If people walk inside a building to worship their wrong concept of god; and then they hate other humans after they walk outside of the buildings, they do not know the true meaning and purpose of the Spirit of Love that I preached over two thousands years ago.
When I stated on the cross, "‘Forgive them heavenly Father, for they know not what they do." people were so confused about that one statement. After all, how could a man hanging from a cross or a tree with nails in his hands and feet, and with a crown of rose thorns wrapped around his head find the spirit of forgiveness in his heart and soul and mind? How could such a man forgive those pre-modern day cavemen who used whips with nails at the end of the whip’s leather end’s to forty times tear into the skin of a true pre-modern day man of God; a man who preached love for all mankind.
In your world of nuclear warheads, a message must be sent to the world that there is only one God of all men. There may be thousands of human concepts of god, but there is only one God, which is the Spirit of Love and not the spirit of war, killing, death, and destruction. The whole human race must learn about the one God of Love before it is to late for the human race. To use nuclear warheads or bombs in the name of God is completely wrong. It would be impossible to forgive each other in a nuclear war; if a nuclear war killed everyone on earth."
The man in the white robed transformed into a increasingly glowing white and yellow bright light, blinding the dreaming Jorge. Jorge felt the light's spirit of truth and love flowing towards himself, and all true seekers who seek for the spirit of truth and love. Jorge woke up wondering who that man was in his dream. He later learned that it was the two thousand year old Jesus the Christ; the true modern day man of peace!
Happy Birthday Jesus!
52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 51
Moments Of Forgiveness (Based On True Events)
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.
Jorge’s childhood was an eyeopener for Jorge. The boy Jorge’s wondering eyes looked out towards the huge world of people, and he did not like what he saw. He saw many dangers all around him, plus he was warned about many unseen dangers. He realized that world can be a dangerous place for a boy because he had seen many boys and young men become violent or almost violent for no reason whatsoever. The young Jorge soon realized that he was living among modern day cave boys; boys who were violent and dangerous. Jorge did not like what he saw in the world.
One day, Jorge had visited a middle school classmate who was physically attacked and assaulted by a gang of teenager young men. The gang members used a big and heavy metal chain to hit the hospitalized guy’s face. He was forcefully knocked to the ground where he painfully was at the gang’s hostile mercy. Even though he had almost died, he calmly spoke with a smile as he laid in the hospital bed. He smiled wider as he spoke the words, ‘Do not worry about me. I know who attacked me and they will regret not killing me.’ The bloodily and scarred person in the hospital bed was only thinking about his revenge on the group of modern day cave males who attacked him. Jorge wondered why there was so much violence in America’s schools when everyone should be studying instead of worrying about the modern day cave youth gangs. What was Jorge going to do?
Whether by an accident or an act of destiny, Jorge had met another young man who had been studying the ancient Chinese martial art of kung fu. Jorge listened carefully and intently as the young man told his short story of how he was attacked by four big gang members. With no help around the young man, he used a side snap kick to unsurprisingly break the leg of bad guy one; and then he used a rear snap kick to break the leg of bad guy two; he then used a roundhouse kick to knock the third bad guy motionless on the ground. The fourth bad guy ran away because he did not want to get kicked by a young kung fu master. Jorge was silently impressed by the story, but he became even more impressed when the young man stated, ‘Anyone can learn Chinese kung fu!’ He then winked at Jorge as a hint that Jorge should start training as soon as possible.
After seeing many individual examples of bullying students picking on other bullying students, and even on defenseless and weak students, Jorge also began studying kung fu and many other styles of martial arts for self-defense purposes. The other reason Jorge began studying the varied forms of martial arts of self-defense was because he knew that he would never become a professional basketball player, or a baseball player, or a football player or any other kind of physical athletic. But he knew that he would never know when he would be attacked by the modern day cave men who believed in violence instead of intelligence. He also knew that he could get into physical shape too, plus being able to defend his physical body against most violent day cave people in his life. In other words, the martial arts would be part of his life forever.
From the moment of his first step into a dojo or any marital art school, Jorge started to prepare his body and mind to make them strong and flexible for every martial movement known to man. He was also prepared to listen to every martial art’s instructor without a single question. As a very young martial art student, he realized that all of the martial art instructors knew more about self-defense than a young boy could know, so he obeyed their every word and instruction because he wanted to become a good martial artist as a boy, but more importantly, because he wanted to be able to defend himself from the violent modern day cave boys.
It seemed as if Jorge that he had no choice in his decision of studying the martial arts because he did not want to end up in a hospital. So he trained both his body and mind for the development of becoming a martial artist as a youth, and as a martial art master later in his life. So he trained hard in and out of the dojos. With every martial art lesson, there were simple lessons of either individual punches and kicks, plus many of the thousands of individual self-defense moves for any and all physical attacks from the world’s modern day cave people.
In no time at all, Jorge was learning and practicing front snap kicks and side snap kicks and rear side kicks and round house kicks and many other kinds of kicks. Jorge learned how to kick to the front and to the side and to the rear in so many ways. There was standing on one foot and kicking with a foot snapping outwards for hundreds of kicks to the front, side, and to the rear. There was low kicks and middle and high kicks. There were single kicks and double kicks and triple kicks. There were combinations of kicks to the front and then to the side and to the rear. Sometimes, Jorge would remember the kung fu guy who told him the story of defending himself from the four bad guys.
There were front and side and rears kicks thrust outward towards the air, to heavy bags, to speed bags, and to movable and immovable trees. There were jumping front, side, and rear kicks too. Jorge would stand in a deep pool of water and he would practice snapping kicks in the water. And of course, there was the blindfolded kicks to the front, side, and to the rear. And to top off all of those methods of practicing the front, side, and rear snap kicks, there was also the running, biking, weight lifting, and of course, stretching in so many ways. The means to the end was always a sparring match against another person. A sparring match is between two people with a few rules added for safety. But Jorge knew and still knows that there are no rules on the street. Well, almost no rules for fighting on the street. Jorge’s only rule was to win!
Trying to kick or punch a moving target was usually more difficult than kicking a stationary bag or tree or wall. Of course, Jorge’s opponents were also trying to kick and punch Jorge. So Jorge had to use fancy footwork and blocks and other means so he would not receive a punch or a kick by his opponents. Before every sparring match, Jorge would become inwardly silent. His mind would turn away from the world of people and things. He would mentally enter a deadly zone unknown to most modern day cave people. In the moment of sparring, Jorge turned into a different person, almost like a expert warrior from a past life who had never forgot his skills as a warrior. His spirit would rise up to defeat almost every opponent, but if he was ever defeated in a sparring match, he would use every defeat as a lesson for future battles. Of course, it each sparring match was partly pretend because it was and is not legal in America to kill a sparring opponent. But Jorge knew that it was and still is legal to kill someone in the act of self-defense.
He also learned how to punch and strike with his hands in countless numbers of ways. Jorge learned that almost every part of his body could be used as a lethal weapon, including his fingers and thumb. In no time all at, Jorge was completing sets of one hundred finger tip pushups as if they were nothing. And then there were two fingertip pushes and then only thump pushups. And after his hands were bloodied from hitting and striking the various punching apparatuses, Jorge would soak his cut and bloody hands in hot salt water and other special water to make them tough. His feet were also included in the special water treatments. Soon enough, running barefoot in the snow was no problem for Jorge.
Jorge also learned how to defend himself against many people and even armed people. He learned how to fight blindfolded. Jorge had learned so many moves that he did not bother to remember most of them because there were thousands of self-defense moves to remember. He guessed that he would just remember them when he needed to remember a specific self-defense move for whatever situation might arise on the street.
Then Jorge was taught how to use all of the different ancient martial art weapons like swords and sticks and knifes and different forms of blades and weapons that most people have never heard of since the ancient wars like those in Japan and China; which are not commonly known or normally used in America’s modern day life.
In no time at all, Jorge could kick every known kick that was ever taught in any dojo around the world. He could punch and strike fast and hard with his hands fast too. And he had learned so many self-defense movements from so many different styles of martial arts, that he feared no human man on earth. He did not fear better martial artists either. But more importantly, he learned not to fear the threat of death. And even more importantly, he was not afraid of death! Moreover, he learn to treasure life because he had long ago realized how easy it was to kill a modern day cave person.
After studying so many different kinds of martial arts, either for sport or for real life fighting, Jorge the young boy, who had became a young man, was about to enter the world with a strong body to became a man. Jorge’s body and mind was well prepared and well programmed to become a real life warrior in nanoseconds; if not faster. As all true martial artists know, after many years of physical training from boyhood, a boy’s body transforms into a man’s body which is much stronger in so many ways, so it is even a better weapon than a boy could have realized. But becoming a man made Jorge realized that even the grownup modern day cave people could also be dangerous.
But after studying martial arts for so long, and after learning so much about the martial arts from real training, every student needs time off to relax. And what better way to relax from training than watching martial art movies. There are so many martial art movies from around the world that every martial art student hoped to learn something from each movie. There are so many different styles of martial arts, that martial art movies are a fun way to watch the old time masters with the hope of learning something new. A true martial artist is always learning something new, just for the fun of it.
But as with many young martial art students, Jorge had temporally began to idolize some of the few modern day martial art masters who had mastered and then glorified one aspect of their martial art, because they became a Hollywood movie stars. Maybe even developing a new martial art style. Maybe, even becoming a huge international Hollywood martial art movie star. One such modern day international martial art movie star was the late Bruce Lee.
Like many other martial art students, Jorge watched Bruce Lee on the big movie screen with his martial art friends. On the big movie screen, movie star Bruce Lee could kick and punch faster than any opponent on earth. And even Bruce Lee’s movie story’s were also fun to watch. He usually fought against weaker, slower, and less skilled fighters on the movie screen. But there was one movie martial opponent who had an equal martial art spirit, but whom Bruce Lee had to beat anyway, because it was a movie. As tens of thousands of teenage boys around the world watched Bruce Lee, they too wished they could become a perfect fighter in every regard, even to grown up to become professional fighters. (Another daydream for some modern day cave people.)
But when the great martial artist Hollywood movie actor Bruce Lee became a philosopher with such Zen sayings as: ‘A learned man once went to a Zen teacher to inquire about Zen. As the Zen teacher explained, the learned man would frequently interrupt him with remarks like, "Oh, yes, we have that too......" and so on. Finally the Zen teacher stopped talking and began to serve tea to the learned man. He poured the cup fill, and then kept pouring until the cup overflowed. "Enough!" the learned man once more interrupter. "No more can go into the cup!" Indeed, I see," answered the Zen teacher. "If you do not first empty the cup, how can you taste my cup of tea?"
Jorge thought to himself that, ‘If a martial arts master / Hollywood movie star can be philosophical, then so should I!’ So he started to study Zen and philosophy for the fun of it.
But another event changed Jorge from being purely a self-defense fighter or purely a physical martial artist to being a philosopher of life. One day, Jorge was walking on a sidewalk. He was minding his own business when something unexpected happened. A carload of bullies started yelling out the window at Jorge, but Jorge pretended not to see the bullies. Instead, he started to whistle. Jorge was thinking what to do to avoid a confrontation. But he knew that he could not outrun a car. So he hoped that the bullies would just drive away.
Instead, the car turned around and two of the bullies exited the car, while the car drove passed Jorge and stopped behind Jorge. Two bullies were in front of Jorge, while the other two bullies had already exited the car were behind Jorge. Jorge fearlessly knew that he was not going to run away from the bullies. He did not even sweat a muscle’s drop of sweat as his mind calmly became as still as a calm pond. There was no thoughts about what to do. He was truly ready to defend himself from the four modern day cave men.
As the first bully attacked Jorge, Jorge snap his foot to the side, breaking the first person’s leg. The first bully fell to the ground while he cried out with pain. When the second person attacked Jorge, Jorge blocked his opponent’s punch while he broke his opponent’s arm. The second person stumped away with a bone sticking out of his arm’s skin. When the third bully attacked Jorge, Jorge was getting really mad because he had hoped that the third and forth bully would have had enough intelligence to walk away after seeing the damage that Jorge had already inflicted on the first two bullies.
Jorge looked at the third and fourth bully. Without saying a word, Jorge raised his hand up in the air and he shook his finger back and forth in an unspoken message of, "Do not do it!" When the third person attacked Jorge, Jorge used a special punch to hit the face of the third bully so hard, that he almost killed him. The fourth bully ran towards his fallen and helpless and defeated friends. The forth bully helped his defeated bullies to the car and they drove away. The four bullies were looking out the window again, but they were not yelling at Jorge. They would never yell at Jorge ever again. Nor would they ever attack Jorge again. Not only that, but the story quickly spread around town that Jorge had beaten up the four bullies who had been harassing him for so many months. Everyone talked about a real life movie fight; if only it was that simple!
Jorge walked away from the scene without a hit of pride in defending himself from the four bullies. Instead, he felt a sense of confusion that he had caused pain and suffering to the three bullies; even if they did deserve what they had received from Jorge. When people walked up to Jorge to congratulate on his win, he did not feel as if anyone really won anything. Jorge began philosophizing his win against the four bullies. Could he have done it different without causing so much pain and suffering? Could he have talked his way out of the fight? Or maybe he simply did not have a choice but to defend himself from the four bullies.
A month later, after one bully left the hospital from being hit in the face with Jorge’s special punch, the now reformed bully simply walked up to Jorge with a smile. The two males were standing in the same spot where the fight had occurred. Jorge was looking at the reformed bully with a bit of doubt. ‘Why is he walking up to me, alone at that?’ thought Jorge.
The reformed bully reached out his hand as he stated, ‘I am really sorry that we jumped you. I am also sorry that we have been harassing you for so long. How would you like to have a soda and hamburger with me?’
Jorge speechlessly glared at the reformed bully. He also looked at the hamburger joint only fifty feet away from the two hamburger lovers. Jorge’s quickly philosophized within his quickly learning mind a few points of life. But without questioning the reformed bully because the moment had presented itself to Jorge, he did not ponder the moment for long. Instead, he went with his gut instinct to forgive the reformed bully, without philosophizing about it. He could do that later. So Jorge reached out his hand and shook the reformed bully’s hand. ‘Sure, I will have a hamburger with you.’
As they sat in the hamburger joint across from each other, people in the restaurant started to point at Jorge and the reformed bully. Soon a few other people showed up and they sat down too. Jorge sat silent as he looked at the reformed bully. Jorge wondered what the reformed bully had thought about while he laid in the hospital bed for a days on end. Maybe the reformed bully also became a philosopher about his bullying life and he had realized that his bullying life was no good.
Jorge wondered about his life too. He thought about even more when he realized that he had forgiven the bullies for attacking him and that the reformed bully had also forgiven Jorge for hitting him with a lighting fast and hammer hard punch to the face. But for some reason, it seemed like no other person could understand that sense of forgiveness between two men who had been in a real fight.
Jorge heard what people were saying behind his back. Some people even questioned Jorge on why he had a hamburger with the reformed bully. Jorge simply stated, ‘In is no big deal. He asked for forgiveness for being a bully and picking a fight with me. So I simply forgave him.’
Everyone was really confused with the concept of forgiveness, but it was new to Jorge too. Jorge felt as if his mental cup was being emptied while his mind was being filled up with the real meaning of life. Even modern day cavemen can learn about the real meaning and purpose of life.
So Jorge started to study Bruce Lee’s Zen statements and he also started to study other philosophies partly for the fun of it, but partly because he had no choice. Jorge had quickly learned that life was not about fighting or preparing for moments of self-defense at all. Jorge had learned that life was about living and learning. Jorge had started on a whole new path in his life. He almost completely stopped trying to perfect kicks and punches so he could learn as much as he could about life. But then something completely unexpected happen to Jorge and millions of other Bruce Lee fans. Bruce Lee was shot and killed by a single bullet of a gun. Jorge stared at the motionless Bruce Lee in his coffin. There he was. The world’s fastest puncher and kicker in the movie world, laying as dead as a nail, even if his new martial style would live on.
Jorge and the millions of other Bruce Lee fans were completely bummed out because their international hero was dead. Jorge thought to himself, ‘Who could replace Bruce Lee the fighter?’
Jorge slowly wondered what life was all about if a person from childhood studies so many of the martial arts, that he could defend himself against many people, but not from a planned gun’s bullet, or from a nuclear warhead, or from a comet from the sky. After all, if the huge dinosaurs became extinct by a single comet from the outer space, what was the real meaning and purpose of and for life for every human on earth? One night, Jorge could not sleep. So he walked outside at 3 am on very cold Thanksgiving night. He stood in the frigid cold air as he looked at the stars in the sky. And a single question popped into his mind. "What would happed right now if a nuclear warhead dropped in front of your eyes?"
He imagined the bright explosion in the distance as he realized the sleeping modern day cave people were all sleeping in their warm beds. He imagined the nuclear cloud’s huge heat wave changing the very frigid cold winter air into the hottest hell human’s might ever know. He realized that all of the sleeping humans would never know what had fried them to their early deaths. But he realized something even more important. That because each modern day cave person was sleeping even when they were awake. How could anyone defend him/herself from a modern day caveman nuclear warhead or nuclear bomb from modern day cave people?
Jorge wondered what was the source of that pondering question because he had never thought about nuclear war since the time of his human birth. It seemed that a source outside himself had sent him that question. But more importantly, how was he supposed to answer a question he had no idea how to answer? Jorge knew that he would be searching for the answers to that question for a long time, but he walked back into the house and covered himself with the warm blankets.
Jorge fell asleep and he dreamt a dream.
Jorge saw a tall dark tanned skin and bearded man, in a white robe, walking up to him. The man in the white robe had a crown of thorns on his head. The man opened reached out his hand to show the dreaming Jorge the bloody holes in his hands. And then, the white robed man raised the white robe to show the holes in his feet to Jorge. The white robed man then started to speak to Jorge.
"Over two thousand years ago, I walked the earth without ever throwing a kick or a punch to any of my human enemies. Instead, I preached that God is Love and that you are to love your enemies instead of killing them. But in the new age of nuclear warheads and bombs, the very old concept of a personal god must be replaced with the impersonal concept of the divine Principle, Love. I never stated that I was god in a human form. But I did state that I was at one with God. Those are two completely separate and different ideas about God and Jesus. Anyone can be atone with the Spirit of Love.’
‘Men do not put new wine into old bottles: else the bottles break, and the wine runneth out, the bottles perish: but they put new wine into new bottles, and both are preserved. (Matt: 9:17. + Luke 5: 37-39) ‘but new wine must be put into new bottles.' (Mark 2: 22)
People must empty themselves of the old concept of a personal god of war and hate. And then they must fill themselves up with the Spirit of Love, as the only and true God for all mankind. That would be the best birthday gift that a two thousand year old guy could wish for in the nuclear age of dangerous weapons.
I preached that God is Spirit and Love. I stated that people are to worship God in spirit and in truth. As in the days of old, but more importantly, in the news days of the current world; people believe that going to churches and mosques and synagogues and temples is the way to worship the Supreme Being. But that is not the way to worship the Grand Creator. If people walk inside a building to worship their wrong concept of god; and then they hate other humans after they walk outside of the buildings, they do not know the true meaning and purpose of the Spirit of Love that I preached over two thousands years ago.
When I stated on the cross, "‘Forgive them heavenly Father, for they know not what they do." people were so confused about that one statement. After all, how could a man hanging from a cross or a tree with nails in his hands and feet, and with a crown of rose thorns wrapped around his head find the spirit of forgiveness in his heart and soul and mind? How could such a man forgive those pre-modern day cavemen who used whips with nails at the end of the whip’s leather end’s to forty times tear into the skin of a true pre-modern day man of God; a man who preached love for all mankind.
In your world of nuclear warheads, a message must be sent to the world that there is only one God of all men. There may be thousands of human concepts of god, but there is only one God, which is the Spirit of Love and not the spirit of war, killing, death, and destruction. The whole human race must learn about the one God of Love before it is to late for the human race. To use nuclear warheads or bombs in the name of God is completely wrong. It would be impossible to forgive each other in a nuclear war; if a nuclear war killed everyone on earth."
The man in the white robed transformed into a increasingly glowing white and yellow bright light, blinding the dreaming Jorge. Jorge felt the light's spirit of truth and love flowing towards himself, and all true seekers who seek for the spirit of truth and love. Jorge woke up wondering who that man was in his dream. He later learned that it was the two thousand year old Jesus the Christ; the true modern day man of peace!
Happy Birthday Jesus!
Sunday, December 16, 2007
The Magic Of Angels And Mirrors!
One great lecture at: http://tastethewind.blogspot.com/2010/12/major-problems-for-mankind.html
52 Stories in 52 Week: ## 50 The Magic Of Angels And Mirrors!
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.
The two ladies were stuck in the convalescent room together; as they lived together, living day to day with in a slow pace as older people usually do. As the situation is in many convalescent rooms and hospital rooms, the convalescent room is sometimes divided with a colorful patterned curtain in order to give the two people some privacy when privacy is needed between two people who can not escape from each other they are trapped in a convalescent room.
Their convalescent room was divided so that the hallway door was closer to Lee, while the window was closer to the other person. It seemed to be the luck of the draw, but Edith knew that she had been lucky to be placed closer to the window instead of the door. Edith loved the window for many reasons. She could watch the changing weather as she pondered her life on planet earth and the lessons she had learned during her life. Edith had learned long ago that watching someone’s idea of life on a television set was not living life at all. Moreover, Edith also had gain more privacy next to the window because people usually could not see that deep into her particular room.
Lee on the other hand, was not bothered by her location next to the door because Lee was never a pondering person, nor an outdoor person. But she always loved to watch people in a hallway, or on television, or even in a shopping mall. Moreover, Lee had always been a couch potato because she loved to watch television as she wished she could have lived another life, as some of the characters on the daily soap operas. Lee had no desire to try living life, so she just watched what she considered life was on the television screen. Even watching a sunset from the safe place behind a window with a heater warming up the room and her body was a strange concept to Lee.
Their room had one big television in the middle and two smaller televisions that hung from the ceiling. Edith had long ago moved the bigger television closer to Lee’s side because Edith did not really usually enjoy watching television shows, except at certain times of the day or night; when she wanted to know the weather before she traveled outdoors for a walk or for a simple sit down on a park bench; but especially so she could view the evening sunsets.
Lee on the other hand loved to watch nothing but fiction television. She loved to watch any program that did have to make her think about her life, or life in general. Lee believed that she could not do anything to change her life, so why try to make the world a better place. So Lee usually watched the television shows that tried to portray the individualized lives of people. Lee loved to watch how people acted on television, but she never trusted anyone in real life. Lee was not a talker either. She just listened to the words that blared from the television set’s speakers.
On the other hand, Edith loved the life outside the window; even though that life outside the window did not have the same twenty-four hour action that the television did. But the life outside the window had the real roses, and the real sunsets. Edith especially loved watching the changing colorful sunsets because they were always different, even from the same window. When the sun slowly lowered beneath the earth’s horizon, the cloud’s colors would lit up with changing shades of oranges, and reds, and yellows. Edith would always unnecessarily protect her spot by the window, so she could open the window shade at the exact moment when the sunset started providing its earthly astral show. Then, she would either sit down or stand up to stare out the window. Even though most people wrongly guessed that all sunsets were almost exactly alike, Edith had seen so many different sunsets, that she could never predict exactly what kind of sunset would transpire on any given evening.
Lee would rather watch the usually violent nightly news on her television; with its bloody wars and car accidents; along with all of the varied programs about everything from the local news like the weather and sports and sometimes political news. Sometimes she would watch a sport’s game like baseball. She never saw a sunset on the nightly news or in a sports game, but if she did happen to be walking outside during the moment of a sunset, she would just look down towards the sidewalk so she could walk faster towards her television set. When she arrived to the television set, Lee would grab onto and then hold the television’s remote control and protect it from being lost or stolen. She would also hold onto the TV Guide to read the listings of television shows. Every season, there was a different television show at night or a different soap operas during the day.
One day, a seemingly younger, yet glowing female stranger visitor walked into the convalescent room. She was holding onto the two brown paper cover objects that looked rather heavy. As she greeted Edith and Lee, the visitor very carefully unwrapped the objects. Edith watched the stranger, but Lee kept her eyes on the television set. The objects were slowly revealed as strange looking mirrors with golden frames with colorful angels and cherubs engraved and painted all around the mirrors. The visitor asked Edith and Lee where they would like the mirrors hang on the wall.
Edith and Lee both looked confused as they inwardly silently questioned the strange visitor with a smirks of why did they need strange looking mirrors in their convalescent room. The visitor quickly picked up on the questioning smirks, so she answered the wordless wondering ladies. The visitor started to speak a few words about the mirrors. ‘I know that you are wondering about these beautiful mirrors; like why I am presenting these angel and cherub framed mirrors to each of you. But these are not ordinary mirrors. These mirrors reflect back to your mind, to your consciousness everything that you wanted to hide from yourself and from world, but not what you can hide from the Mind of God. The mirrors are also going to communicate to you your desires and wishes and dreams and even the lessons you have learned during your life. You will be able to change a few of those desires and wishes and dreams and even the lessons of life before you leave planet earth.
Lee smirked as if the visitor was a crazy person, while Edith was beginning to enjoy the metaphysical and psychological possibilities of searching and probing her mind for whatever she might have missed before she was going to leave planet earth.
The visitor found the nails under the walls by using a yellow plastic cover stud finder. She guided the yellow plastic stud finder along the wall until it beeped or when a small yellow lights blinked. Even so, while Lee watched the television, Edith watched the visitor’s hand move the nail finder across the wall, and when it peeped and lit up, the visitor stopped her hand and marked the wall with a pencil. The mysterious visitor looked over to see Lee watching her television shows, while she glanced at Edith prying eyes, watching the unexpected events unfolding in front of her eyes. The nameless visitor said, ‘These mirrors are like this stud finder. The stud finder finds what the eye can not see. So the mirrors will reflect what the mind can not see.’
The visitor smiled at Edith because Edith was attentive towards another priceless moment of self-discovery. ‘This is a precious moment in your life for self-reflection. In this crazy world of change, most people are to deflected by world events, or by being involved in the world of people and things. But watching the external world without watching the internal universe of one’s mind and consciousness is like watching a sports game on television instead of playing in the game. No one can experience a sports game by watching it on television. The players are different than the watchers! And yet, most watchers do not play the game of self-reflecting, while the game’s players are always questioning their moments on the game; how to improve their game, or their life.
She nodded her head negatively as she looked over at Lee. ‘Most people in the world do not search for the true meaning and purpose of their lives, but you have. We know this because your mind is always questioning life while you are watching those precious sunsets. Because you would rather watch nature’s magical sunsets instead of the phony television shows, we are allowing you and even Lee to have a very special chance at self-reflection before your last breath.’ Edith simply smiled at the visitor’s compliment.
Lee gave a rather loud responsive huff to the visitor’s words. The television’s was blaring out the nightly news of a war’s bombings overseas, even as Lee’s eyes were glued to the television screen as if she was an expert military advisor who was doubting every decision that the generals were making. Of course, Lee never had never studied war or military strategy at anytime throughout her lifetime, but she tried to outguess the generals who had lived the military life from the day they were born into the world of war and killing.
The visitor packed up her equipment and turned towards Edith before she stated, ‘Enjoy the mirror Edith. You too, Lee!’ as she walked out the convalescent room.
Edith and Lee were free to choose what they were going to do with their new angelic framed mirrors. As anyone’s guess, Lee kept her eyes focused directly at her wide black framed television set while Edith wondered about her colorful cherub framed mirror instead of watching her wide black framed television.
Edith looked and the gold frame and its colorful cherubs. She wondered from where the lady had arrived from. But she wondered more about the mysterious mirror. It sure looked different. As Edith glared into the mirror from her bed, she noticed the changing streaks of colorful lights within the mirror. The colorful changing lights were so like the sunsets that Edith had glared at over the years. She had purposefully glared at each sunset in order to memorize the colors and shapes of each sunset. She practiced this sunset memorizing just in case the unfortunate happenstance that she would never, ever see another sunset again. Plus, it was nice to recall any sunset she wanted to anytime of the day or night, just for the fun of it.
Edith looked over towards Lee and asked her, ‘Hey Lee, can you look at your mirror and tell me if you see anything strange.’
Lee quickly glanced towards her mirror just to appease Edith. ‘Nope! The mirror’s reflection just looks a dark black to me.’
Edith responded, ‘What do you mean dark?’
Lee quickly answered, ‘It looks black to me. But nice frame though.’
Edith looked towards Lee’s mirror and she only saw the glowing and colorful shades of reds, oranges, and yellows streaks of lights in the mirror. ‘Strange!’ thought Edith. ‘Lee sees only a dark and blacken mirror, but I see the glowing and colorful reds, oranges, and yellows streaks of lights in the mirror.’ She quietly pondered the difference between Lee’s mirror and her mirror.
After a while she stood up and walked passed Lee’s mirror to walk out of the room. As she walked passed Lee’s mirror, Edith saw again, only the shiny and glowing shades reds, oranges, and yellows streaks of light in Lee’s mirror.
‘Is the mirror really reflecting what we have in our minds?’ a questioning Edith thought to herself. Edith walked down to a hallway bathroom. She opened a door and looked into the bathroom’s mirror. She looked into the plain silver steel framed mirror. All she saw was her aging skin and hair. She smiled into the mirror and the mirror returned her smile back at her.
‘Well, at least I know I am not going out of my mind.’ thought Edith. She walked back to her room.
Edith walked into the convalescent room; only to observe Lee’s eyes still glued towards the television. For some reason Lee had lowered the television’s volume; but still, everything was normal; except for the two angelic framed mirrors on the wall. As Edith walked pass each cherub framed mirror, she again, saw the shiny and colorful shades of oranges, reds, and yellowish streaks of lights in each mirror. ‘At least I know it is not in my mind, or is it?’ thought Edith.
Edith walked over to her convalescent room’s window. It was about that time when the sun was leaving the eyes of the people world. As it began its descent under the earth’s horizon, the usual invisible nightly abstract sky painter would begin to light up the sky with the different patterns of the bright shades of orange, reds, and yellows streaks across the sky. Edith’s mind began to lit up with gratitude for another glowing sunset, as she silently said good night to the sun for another day. She also said hello to another dark night of silence when she could either watch television, which she did sometimes; or she could think about the multi-dimensional universe that unties all realms within and without the universe of seemingly space and time.
As Edith’s eyes looked pass her reflection on the clear glass window, she saw the reflection of Lee too. She was beginning to feel sorry for Lee, when all of a sudden, a thunderbolt struck from the high above the sunset, behind the convalescent home. In an instant, the electrical power stopped and so did Lee’s television.
Lee was so mad that she threw her television remote control on Edith’s bed. Then she mouthed a few angry words before she stood up. Edith almost began to laugh at Lee but a spontaneous idea popped into Edith’s mind. ‘Get that Lee over to the window now, before it is to late for her mind to see beyond the television screen’ before she turns the televisions set back on.
‘Hey Lee, why don’t you walk over here for a minute. You just got to see this event outside the window.’ that is what Edith said to Lee.
Lee was so mad that without thinking about the anything, she quickly marched over to the window to view the event that Edith mentioned. Lee approached the window with her angry mind. She looked down towards the street before she loudly questioned, ‘What the heck is so important out there, Edith?’
‘Lee, look a little higher.’ responded Edith.
Lee looked up towards the sunset before she replied, ‘All I see is a sunset.’
‘Have you ever seen such a beautiful sunset as that Lee?’ questioned Edith.
‘I have never seen a sunset.’ said Lee.
‘Well, there is a first time for everything.’ replied Edith, before she wrapped her arm around Lee’s shoulder, just to force Lee to watch the sunset. ‘Hey Lee,’ started Edith, ‘There is nothing to watch on television and no where to go. So why not spend a few minutes watching this sunset with your roommate, Edith.’ It was more of a command than a request, so Lee would be given her chance to view at least one sunset before she died.
It was on of those rare moments in life when one human being has listened to the voice of the angels, in order to help another human being wake up from their limited concept of life. In this case, it was Lee’s limited concept of life on television, which was even worse that those who lived a real human life without ever viewing a brightly colorful sunset; a sunset that some say was painted by the invisible hand of the Grand Creator.
Edith stood her ground by Lee, as Lee’s eyes slowly crept out towards the sunset. Edith looked over towards Lee. Edith began to see a spark of curiosity within the eyes of Lee. ‘Well there Lee, what do you think of the sunset?’
Lee smiled as she hesitatingly replied, ‘It is nice, isn’t it? I did not know that sunsets could be so beautiful, or colorful.’
‘Well, sometimes the sunsets are very beautiful and sometimes they are not so bright and colorful. But viewing the sunsets is a nice way of saying goodbye to the day and hello to the night.’
‘You sound as if you love the sunsets, Edith.’ stated Lee.
‘Yes I do. And if you look long enough at a bright sunset, you can memorize it for those times when there are no sunsets. You can think about the bright shades of orange and red and yellow, and even the changing blues about the sunset. Even the darkness arrives by changing the day into the night, to allow us to remember of the dream world’s of our minds, or of the cosmic universe above our night dreams or even our day dreams.’
After the sunset had disappeared, after Edith and Lee had formed a new bound of mutual understanding about sunsets and life, they turned around to return to their lives. As Lee passed her new colorful cherub covered golden framed mirror, she unexpectedly stopped short and stated, ‘That is strange, I see a spark of light within the darkness of the mirror. That spark of light was not there before, so where did it come from?’ asked Lee.
Edith smiled at Lee when she was beginning to realize that Lee was beginning to see the spark of the light of life that is only reflected from our souls only after we touch the Light of the Mind of God, or even the light of a beautiful sunset that might be painted by the Mind of God, or even by the mind of a human cosmic painter. Many thinkers believe that we paint our own sunsets!
Edith watch as Lee picked up the remote and she began to hit the remote’s buttons. She kept hitting the buttons over and over again. But she did not find a televisions show that she wanted to watch. Finally, Lee turned off the television and she fell asleep early. After a long night’s sleep, Lee woke up early and she found Edith getting ready to walk to eat a good breakfast. The sun was again shining after billions of years of shining; and although most people do not think in terms of billions of cosmic light years, Edith knew that she was blessed just to view each sunrise and sunset even if she did not understand the how and whys of sunsets.
But Edith was amazed at Lee’s newly profound interest in sunsets. And every day at dusk, both Edith and Lee would view the sunset together, if only for five or ten minutes; sometimes much longer. Even though neither Edith or Lee ever went to church, they began to think more and more about angels and life beyond planet earth; mainly because life beyond planet earth was speaking to them. They became sunset buddies, in a manner of speaking.
After each sunset, Lee would look into the mirror and she would always state to Edith, ‘That spark of light is getting bigger and bigger. I do not understand why the mirror’s reflection is shining brighter and brighter every time I look into it after each sunset. It I did not know better, I would think that I am reflecting the sunset in the mirror or the mirror is reflecting the sunset in me. What do you think Edith?’
Edith replied, ‘Remember what that lady visitor said Lee. Why don’t we both look into the magic mirror together and see what happens.’ So they both stood in front of the mirror and they glared into the mirror as if it was a divine rite of passage for two seemingly old ladies. As they held hands, and looked into one of the golden framed cherub and angelic covered mirrors, they began to see the light glow brighter and brighter, until they felt their human souls leave the convalescent room.
As they traveled towards the Infinite Light called God, they looked into the Grand Light just as when they had practiced looking into the sunset’s light. And just as they felt their souls being changed by the light of the sunset; they too, felt their souls being changed by the Infinite Light called God. As they melted into the Grand Infinite Light called God, they felt their human souls change from being human to being divine. And somehow, in someway, they still remember the grand sunsets of planet earth.
52 Stories in 52 Week: ## 50 The Magic Of Angels And Mirrors!
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.
The two ladies were stuck in the convalescent room together; as they lived together, living day to day with in a slow pace as older people usually do. As the situation is in many convalescent rooms and hospital rooms, the convalescent room is sometimes divided with a colorful patterned curtain in order to give the two people some privacy when privacy is needed between two people who can not escape from each other they are trapped in a convalescent room.
Their convalescent room was divided so that the hallway door was closer to Lee, while the window was closer to the other person. It seemed to be the luck of the draw, but Edith knew that she had been lucky to be placed closer to the window instead of the door. Edith loved the window for many reasons. She could watch the changing weather as she pondered her life on planet earth and the lessons she had learned during her life. Edith had learned long ago that watching someone’s idea of life on a television set was not living life at all. Moreover, Edith also had gain more privacy next to the window because people usually could not see that deep into her particular room.
Lee on the other hand, was not bothered by her location next to the door because Lee was never a pondering person, nor an outdoor person. But she always loved to watch people in a hallway, or on television, or even in a shopping mall. Moreover, Lee had always been a couch potato because she loved to watch television as she wished she could have lived another life, as some of the characters on the daily soap operas. Lee had no desire to try living life, so she just watched what she considered life was on the television screen. Even watching a sunset from the safe place behind a window with a heater warming up the room and her body was a strange concept to Lee.
Their room had one big television in the middle and two smaller televisions that hung from the ceiling. Edith had long ago moved the bigger television closer to Lee’s side because Edith did not really usually enjoy watching television shows, except at certain times of the day or night; when she wanted to know the weather before she traveled outdoors for a walk or for a simple sit down on a park bench; but especially so she could view the evening sunsets.
Lee on the other hand loved to watch nothing but fiction television. She loved to watch any program that did have to make her think about her life, or life in general. Lee believed that she could not do anything to change her life, so why try to make the world a better place. So Lee usually watched the television shows that tried to portray the individualized lives of people. Lee loved to watch how people acted on television, but she never trusted anyone in real life. Lee was not a talker either. She just listened to the words that blared from the television set’s speakers.
On the other hand, Edith loved the life outside the window; even though that life outside the window did not have the same twenty-four hour action that the television did. But the life outside the window had the real roses, and the real sunsets. Edith especially loved watching the changing colorful sunsets because they were always different, even from the same window. When the sun slowly lowered beneath the earth’s horizon, the cloud’s colors would lit up with changing shades of oranges, and reds, and yellows. Edith would always unnecessarily protect her spot by the window, so she could open the window shade at the exact moment when the sunset started providing its earthly astral show. Then, she would either sit down or stand up to stare out the window. Even though most people wrongly guessed that all sunsets were almost exactly alike, Edith had seen so many different sunsets, that she could never predict exactly what kind of sunset would transpire on any given evening.
Lee would rather watch the usually violent nightly news on her television; with its bloody wars and car accidents; along with all of the varied programs about everything from the local news like the weather and sports and sometimes political news. Sometimes she would watch a sport’s game like baseball. She never saw a sunset on the nightly news or in a sports game, but if she did happen to be walking outside during the moment of a sunset, she would just look down towards the sidewalk so she could walk faster towards her television set. When she arrived to the television set, Lee would grab onto and then hold the television’s remote control and protect it from being lost or stolen. She would also hold onto the TV Guide to read the listings of television shows. Every season, there was a different television show at night or a different soap operas during the day.
One day, a seemingly younger, yet glowing female stranger visitor walked into the convalescent room. She was holding onto the two brown paper cover objects that looked rather heavy. As she greeted Edith and Lee, the visitor very carefully unwrapped the objects. Edith watched the stranger, but Lee kept her eyes on the television set. The objects were slowly revealed as strange looking mirrors with golden frames with colorful angels and cherubs engraved and painted all around the mirrors. The visitor asked Edith and Lee where they would like the mirrors hang on the wall.
Edith and Lee both looked confused as they inwardly silently questioned the strange visitor with a smirks of why did they need strange looking mirrors in their convalescent room. The visitor quickly picked up on the questioning smirks, so she answered the wordless wondering ladies. The visitor started to speak a few words about the mirrors. ‘I know that you are wondering about these beautiful mirrors; like why I am presenting these angel and cherub framed mirrors to each of you. But these are not ordinary mirrors. These mirrors reflect back to your mind, to your consciousness everything that you wanted to hide from yourself and from world, but not what you can hide from the Mind of God. The mirrors are also going to communicate to you your desires and wishes and dreams and even the lessons you have learned during your life. You will be able to change a few of those desires and wishes and dreams and even the lessons of life before you leave planet earth.
Lee smirked as if the visitor was a crazy person, while Edith was beginning to enjoy the metaphysical and psychological possibilities of searching and probing her mind for whatever she might have missed before she was going to leave planet earth.
The visitor found the nails under the walls by using a yellow plastic cover stud finder. She guided the yellow plastic stud finder along the wall until it beeped or when a small yellow lights blinked. Even so, while Lee watched the television, Edith watched the visitor’s hand move the nail finder across the wall, and when it peeped and lit up, the visitor stopped her hand and marked the wall with a pencil. The mysterious visitor looked over to see Lee watching her television shows, while she glanced at Edith prying eyes, watching the unexpected events unfolding in front of her eyes. The nameless visitor said, ‘These mirrors are like this stud finder. The stud finder finds what the eye can not see. So the mirrors will reflect what the mind can not see.’
The visitor smiled at Edith because Edith was attentive towards another priceless moment of self-discovery. ‘This is a precious moment in your life for self-reflection. In this crazy world of change, most people are to deflected by world events, or by being involved in the world of people and things. But watching the external world without watching the internal universe of one’s mind and consciousness is like watching a sports game on television instead of playing in the game. No one can experience a sports game by watching it on television. The players are different than the watchers! And yet, most watchers do not play the game of self-reflecting, while the game’s players are always questioning their moments on the game; how to improve their game, or their life.
She nodded her head negatively as she looked over at Lee. ‘Most people in the world do not search for the true meaning and purpose of their lives, but you have. We know this because your mind is always questioning life while you are watching those precious sunsets. Because you would rather watch nature’s magical sunsets instead of the phony television shows, we are allowing you and even Lee to have a very special chance at self-reflection before your last breath.’ Edith simply smiled at the visitor’s compliment.
Lee gave a rather loud responsive huff to the visitor’s words. The television’s was blaring out the nightly news of a war’s bombings overseas, even as Lee’s eyes were glued to the television screen as if she was an expert military advisor who was doubting every decision that the generals were making. Of course, Lee never had never studied war or military strategy at anytime throughout her lifetime, but she tried to outguess the generals who had lived the military life from the day they were born into the world of war and killing.
The visitor packed up her equipment and turned towards Edith before she stated, ‘Enjoy the mirror Edith. You too, Lee!’ as she walked out the convalescent room.
Edith and Lee were free to choose what they were going to do with their new angelic framed mirrors. As anyone’s guess, Lee kept her eyes focused directly at her wide black framed television set while Edith wondered about her colorful cherub framed mirror instead of watching her wide black framed television.
Edith looked and the gold frame and its colorful cherubs. She wondered from where the lady had arrived from. But she wondered more about the mysterious mirror. It sure looked different. As Edith glared into the mirror from her bed, she noticed the changing streaks of colorful lights within the mirror. The colorful changing lights were so like the sunsets that Edith had glared at over the years. She had purposefully glared at each sunset in order to memorize the colors and shapes of each sunset. She practiced this sunset memorizing just in case the unfortunate happenstance that she would never, ever see another sunset again. Plus, it was nice to recall any sunset she wanted to anytime of the day or night, just for the fun of it.
Edith looked over towards Lee and asked her, ‘Hey Lee, can you look at your mirror and tell me if you see anything strange.’
Lee quickly glanced towards her mirror just to appease Edith. ‘Nope! The mirror’s reflection just looks a dark black to me.’
Edith responded, ‘What do you mean dark?’
Lee quickly answered, ‘It looks black to me. But nice frame though.’
Edith looked towards Lee’s mirror and she only saw the glowing and colorful shades of reds, oranges, and yellows streaks of lights in the mirror. ‘Strange!’ thought Edith. ‘Lee sees only a dark and blacken mirror, but I see the glowing and colorful reds, oranges, and yellows streaks of lights in the mirror.’ She quietly pondered the difference between Lee’s mirror and her mirror.
After a while she stood up and walked passed Lee’s mirror to walk out of the room. As she walked passed Lee’s mirror, Edith saw again, only the shiny and glowing shades reds, oranges, and yellows streaks of light in Lee’s mirror.
‘Is the mirror really reflecting what we have in our minds?’ a questioning Edith thought to herself. Edith walked down to a hallway bathroom. She opened a door and looked into the bathroom’s mirror. She looked into the plain silver steel framed mirror. All she saw was her aging skin and hair. She smiled into the mirror and the mirror returned her smile back at her.
‘Well, at least I know I am not going out of my mind.’ thought Edith. She walked back to her room.
Edith walked into the convalescent room; only to observe Lee’s eyes still glued towards the television. For some reason Lee had lowered the television’s volume; but still, everything was normal; except for the two angelic framed mirrors on the wall. As Edith walked pass each cherub framed mirror, she again, saw the shiny and colorful shades of oranges, reds, and yellowish streaks of lights in each mirror. ‘At least I know it is not in my mind, or is it?’ thought Edith.
Edith walked over to her convalescent room’s window. It was about that time when the sun was leaving the eyes of the people world. As it began its descent under the earth’s horizon, the usual invisible nightly abstract sky painter would begin to light up the sky with the different patterns of the bright shades of orange, reds, and yellows streaks across the sky. Edith’s mind began to lit up with gratitude for another glowing sunset, as she silently said good night to the sun for another day. She also said hello to another dark night of silence when she could either watch television, which she did sometimes; or she could think about the multi-dimensional universe that unties all realms within and without the universe of seemingly space and time.
As Edith’s eyes looked pass her reflection on the clear glass window, she saw the reflection of Lee too. She was beginning to feel sorry for Lee, when all of a sudden, a thunderbolt struck from the high above the sunset, behind the convalescent home. In an instant, the electrical power stopped and so did Lee’s television.
Lee was so mad that she threw her television remote control on Edith’s bed. Then she mouthed a few angry words before she stood up. Edith almost began to laugh at Lee but a spontaneous idea popped into Edith’s mind. ‘Get that Lee over to the window now, before it is to late for her mind to see beyond the television screen’ before she turns the televisions set back on.
‘Hey Lee, why don’t you walk over here for a minute. You just got to see this event outside the window.’ that is what Edith said to Lee.
Lee was so mad that without thinking about the anything, she quickly marched over to the window to view the event that Edith mentioned. Lee approached the window with her angry mind. She looked down towards the street before she loudly questioned, ‘What the heck is so important out there, Edith?’
‘Lee, look a little higher.’ responded Edith.
Lee looked up towards the sunset before she replied, ‘All I see is a sunset.’
‘Have you ever seen such a beautiful sunset as that Lee?’ questioned Edith.
‘I have never seen a sunset.’ said Lee.
‘Well, there is a first time for everything.’ replied Edith, before she wrapped her arm around Lee’s shoulder, just to force Lee to watch the sunset. ‘Hey Lee,’ started Edith, ‘There is nothing to watch on television and no where to go. So why not spend a few minutes watching this sunset with your roommate, Edith.’ It was more of a command than a request, so Lee would be given her chance to view at least one sunset before she died.
It was on of those rare moments in life when one human being has listened to the voice of the angels, in order to help another human being wake up from their limited concept of life. In this case, it was Lee’s limited concept of life on television, which was even worse that those who lived a real human life without ever viewing a brightly colorful sunset; a sunset that some say was painted by the invisible hand of the Grand Creator.
Edith stood her ground by Lee, as Lee’s eyes slowly crept out towards the sunset. Edith looked over towards Lee. Edith began to see a spark of curiosity within the eyes of Lee. ‘Well there Lee, what do you think of the sunset?’
Lee smiled as she hesitatingly replied, ‘It is nice, isn’t it? I did not know that sunsets could be so beautiful, or colorful.’
‘Well, sometimes the sunsets are very beautiful and sometimes they are not so bright and colorful. But viewing the sunsets is a nice way of saying goodbye to the day and hello to the night.’
‘You sound as if you love the sunsets, Edith.’ stated Lee.
‘Yes I do. And if you look long enough at a bright sunset, you can memorize it for those times when there are no sunsets. You can think about the bright shades of orange and red and yellow, and even the changing blues about the sunset. Even the darkness arrives by changing the day into the night, to allow us to remember of the dream world’s of our minds, or of the cosmic universe above our night dreams or even our day dreams.’
After the sunset had disappeared, after Edith and Lee had formed a new bound of mutual understanding about sunsets and life, they turned around to return to their lives. As Lee passed her new colorful cherub covered golden framed mirror, she unexpectedly stopped short and stated, ‘That is strange, I see a spark of light within the darkness of the mirror. That spark of light was not there before, so where did it come from?’ asked Lee.
Edith smiled at Lee when she was beginning to realize that Lee was beginning to see the spark of the light of life that is only reflected from our souls only after we touch the Light of the Mind of God, or even the light of a beautiful sunset that might be painted by the Mind of God, or even by the mind of a human cosmic painter. Many thinkers believe that we paint our own sunsets!
Edith watch as Lee picked up the remote and she began to hit the remote’s buttons. She kept hitting the buttons over and over again. But she did not find a televisions show that she wanted to watch. Finally, Lee turned off the television and she fell asleep early. After a long night’s sleep, Lee woke up early and she found Edith getting ready to walk to eat a good breakfast. The sun was again shining after billions of years of shining; and although most people do not think in terms of billions of cosmic light years, Edith knew that she was blessed just to view each sunrise and sunset even if she did not understand the how and whys of sunsets.
But Edith was amazed at Lee’s newly profound interest in sunsets. And every day at dusk, both Edith and Lee would view the sunset together, if only for five or ten minutes; sometimes much longer. Even though neither Edith or Lee ever went to church, they began to think more and more about angels and life beyond planet earth; mainly because life beyond planet earth was speaking to them. They became sunset buddies, in a manner of speaking.
After each sunset, Lee would look into the mirror and she would always state to Edith, ‘That spark of light is getting bigger and bigger. I do not understand why the mirror’s reflection is shining brighter and brighter every time I look into it after each sunset. It I did not know better, I would think that I am reflecting the sunset in the mirror or the mirror is reflecting the sunset in me. What do you think Edith?’
Edith replied, ‘Remember what that lady visitor said Lee. Why don’t we both look into the magic mirror together and see what happens.’ So they both stood in front of the mirror and they glared into the mirror as if it was a divine rite of passage for two seemingly old ladies. As they held hands, and looked into one of the golden framed cherub and angelic covered mirrors, they began to see the light glow brighter and brighter, until they felt their human souls leave the convalescent room.
As they traveled towards the Infinite Light called God, they looked into the Grand Light just as when they had practiced looking into the sunset’s light. And just as they felt their souls being changed by the light of the sunset; they too, felt their souls being changed by the Infinite Light called God. As they melted into the Grand Infinite Light called God, they felt their human souls change from being human to being divine. And somehow, in someway, they still remember the grand sunsets of planet earth.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
An American Bully Cop Attacks a Intellectual Metaphysical Bicyclist. And a Man of God too! By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr! My 2015 Lecture, and a Story too!
52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 49
This story replaces the original story from 2007
2015 Lecture, and a Story too!
This story replaces the original story from 2007
2015 Lecture, and a Story too!
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!
An American Bully Cop Attacks a Intellectual Metaphysical Bicyclist. And a Man of God too!
( Dedicated to all bicyclists who have been harassed by a cop, the police, park rangers, etc. )
A legal disclaimer - FYI ... I have never been hit or shot at by a cop in my life; at least not yet!
A short note: Within this Lecture as a Story, I am trying to write about many issues in one attack.
"Whoever would overthrow the liberty of a nation must begin by subduing freeness of speech"
Benjamin Franklin
I write this story because I live in America and with its freedom of speech, no lying, violent, bully cop and his police department is going to stop me from writing, nor from expressing myself in a land where millions of American soldiers have died to protect my American right of free speech and my God given right to write about the truth, any truth at all!
Wow, have the police and police departments been in the news for the past six months. I wonder who started all the action, beside all of the confusion and ignorance within the human mind. Lets be real American citizens. America needs it police departments for good reasons, the really bad guys are out there still waiting to steal your property, rape you, murder you, and in short, do anything they want because their limited human monkey brains have not developed to the point of realizing that America society, and all civilized societies in every developed and undeveloped nation alike, need law and order as the backbone for a smooth operating society within the human civilization. What separates the human species from the monkeys on and off the trees is a sense, a higher sense of intellectual development which includes a non-violent society where the human species can live and develop into a higher human species in so many ways with a list to long to include here.
That being stated, what America does not need is violent bully cops who will kill anyone at a moments notice, without regard for human life, when there are other options available, and what America does not need is whole police departments giving out tickets for any reason under the sun, esp. to a biker in this story, but also bikers in general, when they should be spending their money, resources, time and energy, and experience, catching the bad guys instead of harassing the hardworking American taxpayer. Moreover, America’s citizens do not need lying bully police who will charge innocent America citizens with crimes they did not commit, and then lie in police reports to send American citizens to prison for long periods of time, or for their remaining lives on earth. What bigger crime could the police and their departments do against American citizens who not only pay taxes, but who also expect a certain level of integrity from police who are supposed to uphold the law, and not become part of America’s problem by being criminal cops who do not care if they destroy an American’s life. That is not what America is as a nation, nor should the American’s citizens lay down and take any police abuse in any form whatsoever.
My first message about police and police departments in general is that you can not trust them to write police reports without lying in them, you can not trust police and police departments to defend and protect your house and home and personal property, nor your family, nor your personal body. But America does need armed and trained police to defend American citizens, and the America way of life from criminals, and esp. from domestic and foreign terrorists in the modern age of domestic and foreign terrorists. What American’s citizens do not need is bully cops and bully police departments who bully American citizens. Plain and simple!
My second message is that the future survival of the human species does not depend on weapons of mass destruction. Just like there are good cops and bad cops, so there are good world leaders and bad world leaders. The future survival of the human species partly depends on a humanized goal, plan, objective, in writing, as a world treaty or some such international agreement or contract, that there will never be a world leader who either plans or starts another world war, or World War III (3). World leaders, good luck with that non World War III treaty or contract. My silent war cry, my silent prayer every year of my life regarding the human species is that the human species never again experiences another world war, or anything even close to it.
My third message is that the human psychological or mental animalistic desire to kill other human beings must be replaced with a more spiritualized consciousness, individuality and collectively. This has to happen because of the law of consciousness evolution, and for the future survival of the human species, individuality and collectively.
This story is about a violent, bully cop who attacks an intellectual metaphysical bicyclist, which is of course stated as the title plainly states in the plain English language. But let it be stated here, before the readers assume that I am against all police officers in general, that I have known good cops and bad cops, just like many if not all of America’s citizens. Most cops are family men who work to support their families, and they are simply good people. The problem is that no body knows who are the good cops and who are the bad cops until you are being bullied by a violent bully cop. But the truth is America and other countries need good police officers and police departments who will help defend America and its cities from not only American criminals who steal, rape, murder, etc., and but from both domestica and foreign terrorists who have proven in word and deed that America needs, in part, a military style police force for all it cities who will help defend American citizens against both domestic and foreign criminals and terrorists. That is the plain and unadulterate truth regarding the need for good police officers and police departments because no human being can know when and or where, in what city in America the next terrorists will plan the mass slaughter of innocent and defenseless and innocent American citizens, including little America boys and girls who should always feel safe within the boundaries of their homes and schools, including the working people who help to keep America’s economy alive and its life style of freedom and democracy as the best from of government in the world, including the politicians in the state capital in Washington, in the capital of the US., and to protect all of the schools, hospitals, stores, from the east coast to the west coast, from the south to the north, and everywhere in between where millions of Americans only want to live a normal, fearless life from the moment they are born to the moment they did. It almost seems simple. This is not a movie folks, this is real life, and in real life, people die!
A problem arises when military trained police officers become robotic killers who believe that they are the boss, the law, and who will not hesitate to destroy an individual American’s life by either lying, making up stories to send an innocent person in jail for almost or for his whole life. It has been stated that police do not make for good military personal and the military does not make for good police. But in the current age, the police are becoming militarized in their own way. So what is to be done when cops train to be robotic military killers who will kill another human being in America, an American citizen? In other words, America does not need violent bully cops who will harass innocent grade school students, high school students, college and university students, old men and women, middle age men and women, and who will kill anyone they want to kill simply because they know they can murder another American citizen because the police department they work for allows it, meaning the police departments will lie for violent, murderous police officers who beat up on and kill innocent American citizens.
Being a trained American police officer, meaning a trained and hired killer who is allowed to carry all sorts of weapons with them at all times, is a double edge sword. On the one hand, police officers need a gun to defend themselves and others while on the job, etc., but on the other hand, a gun carrying psycho violent cop who believes that he is god over all other Americas simply because he carries a gun and wears a badge and because he is allowed to kill an American citizen and then he is allowed get away with a get out of jail card because he is a cop who is employed by a dishonest violent police department, only proves that violent psycho criminal cops are another form of violent humanized monkeys off the trees. And in this world of violence, in all forms being watched on televison and on the computer, and then experienced in real life by people all around the globe, in every nation with all sorts of governments and religions, American does not need violent bully cops and their departments to harass the good home owners, the drivers of cars and truck, students in schools, and old people in general, for this story, bicyclists who only should be allowed some leeway when riding their bikes next to cars and trucks on American streets and roads. American citizens should not be treated like they are the terrorists. Every American is innocent until proven guilty in a court of law, not on the street by some violent criminally mind cop. A cop is not a judge and jury on the street.
There are many reasons why each and every single American citizen must never trust an American police officers or a police department and those reasons are taught in all law schools in one class or another. The short of it is that if 90 % of the police are good, and the remaining 10% of police are bad, you might be standing in front of a really bad cop who might charge you with a crime you actually did not commit, and if you did commit a crime, you still have legal rights under the laws and legal system in America. All cops have to write reports and it is so easy for them to twist the truth or even twist the any lie told about you from any individual or group of individuals who is lying about you. Cops can lie about you in police reports, or even in a court of law, in front of a judge and jury. The truth is most, if not all cops, care every little about your homes, businesses, your personal property, or even your lives, and even if they did care, there is only so much the police department can to do to protect your home and property, your family and children. Some people might state that the police can do nothing for you except write a police report, which of course they might lie in without any regard to the truth. The truth is that most, if not all cops, care only about their pension plans so they can retirement with a 90% pension plan, or whatever pension plan they have. Like it or not, that is the truth!
There are many good cops around the globe, in America, Africa, China, Russia, etc., etc., etc.
But all around the world, in America, Africa, China, Russia, etc., etc., etc., there are bad cops.
Not all cops are violent animalistic bullies. But some cops are violent animalistic bullies.
Not all world leaders are violent bullies. But some world leaders are violent bullies.
World War III must never happen to ensure the future survival of the human species.
An International Goal for all World Leaders should be to Avoid World War III.
There should be an International Treaty signed by all many world leaders to avoid WW III.
Have you ever seen a monkey beating the ground with a stick?
Have you ever seen a cop attacking a human being with a stick?
Have you ever seen pictures or movies of human beings killing each other in WW I + II?
Does any human being on earth today want to see World War III?
WHEN WILL THE ANIMALISTIC HUMAN PSYCHOLOGICAL URGE TO KILL OTHER HUMAN BEINGS DISAPPEAR FROM THE HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS?
This story describes the difference between a single violent, murderous bully, who carries a gun and nightstick versus a single intellectual metaphysical human being who carries books, and who possesses a spiritualized consciousness, even as he still lives in his biological body, in a manner of terminology. If the moral of this single story was applied to the collective human species, and its world leaders, to whole nations, countries, and continents, regarding how to solve international political and world problems, it would illustrate the difference between violent world leaders who do not depend on international communication to not only solve international and global issues and problems, but who instead depend on weapons of any kind to solve local and international problems, to threaten peaceful nations, countries, and the future survival of the human species. Moreover, bigger and better weapons of mass destruction only hinders, and does not support the future advancement of the human species for the next 1000 years and beyond. You see my dear readers, there is an international, a global world event that must never take place again. An event that must never take happen on this planet ever again. And that event is any possibility of another world war. War World III must never take place on this planet, among the human species. NEVER! That should be the main goal of all world leaders who are leaders of either large or small, rich or poor, developed or undeveloped countries, nations, and any continent on planet earth, no matter what the politics, economics, religions, or even personal reasons for a world war. A world war with modern day weapons could destroy the entire human species. It is that simple. To avoid a world war is the main objective to ensure the future survival of the human species, either now, or one or ten thousand years from today. To remember the worldly lessons of the past should be a lesson that should never be forgotten. The war cry for the future survival of the human species is to stop killing and murdering each other, which means never to begin another world war, or World War (III) 3!
Again, NO American Citizen can or should TRUST Any American Police Officer, nor should any American Citizen ever, Never, Trust an American Police department in America. Along with that fact is the fact that no American citizen should ever depend on a police officer or police department in America to defend and protect their house and home, property, family, body. First they really do not care about the American citizen, but the more important truth is that there just is not enough cops to defend and protect you and your family against all of the possible criminals in America.
Plus, police departments will completely lie to defend their violent, murderous, bully cops. And all it takes is for one violent, murderous bully cop to kill an innocent person, an innocent American citizen. It must be remembered and never forgotten, how many innocent people have spent their entire lives in prison for a crime they did not commit because a lying cop and his police department, and the DA, and the America’s legal system, possessed no integrity to stand for the truth, but instead lied.
Again, another main issue regarding the future survival of the human species. The mental, psychological violent murderous killing nature within the human brain and mind must disappear and the only way for the human psychological mental desire to kill other human beings is to begin a very long and truly developed, not emotional religious hogwash, is the complete spiritualization of human thought and consciousness. In other words, the human psychological desire to kill must go!
My global message to all world leader before the story: because I must state the obvious!
I want to send a message to all world leaders before my readers read this story. My main message to all world leaders is that the human mind’s psychological desire to kill is a horrible mental crime after hundreds of millions of years of biological and mental - consciousness evolution. And that the future of human species depends on changing this seemingly normal animalistic mental quality to kill other human beings to higher and deeper spiritual, metaphysical mental qualities because the individual and collective, even nationalistic desire to kill each other means that the future survival of the human species is impossible to guarantee with every nation, every country obtaining more and better and bigger weapons to kill other people in other nations and countries. The future of the human species does not depend on better and bigger killing weapons of death and destruction. No sirs. How insanely illogical and irrational is it to think that if every nation and every country on the globe obtains more and betters weapons to kill more human beings faster and better that that concept will obtain, will achieve, a global state of peace and harmony for every human being on planet earth. It is an impossible task because one day, today, 100, 500, 1000, years from today, or whenever, once a country’s leader decides to obtain a personal goal or a nationalistic goal by the use of lethal force, other world leaders will have to use lethal force to either stop violent global aggression, or to defend their own countries and nations from deadly destruction. There must be an conscious international political and multi-governmental global goal to not only solve all global problems by mutual states of intelligent international communication among all global leaders, but it must be decided now, not later, to never allow World War III to ever start, to ever begin. In other words, the future survival of the human species depends on many factors, but the leading candidate for the future survival of the human species is for all world leaders, in all countries, in all nations, on all continents, in all political and religious systems, to all agree to never start another world war. That should be obvious!
Before the readers read the main story, I want to address the bigger issue, the main issue within my story, a more serious issue that concerns me very deeply and profoundly on many levels of intellectual rational thinking, and how it relates practicality to not only American society, but all peoples, all human beings, on all nations and in all cultures around the globe, and to the future survival of the human species. That topic is about deeper human nature with the human mind, and the violent psychological violent animalistic killing nature within the human mind and the future survival of the human species. Below is a case in point.
For some reason, the American people have been fooled into believing that the police and the police departments are the ‘good’ guys. Why? Because they carry guns and weapons to kill people? Because they can charge innocent American citizens with crimes they did not commit and because police can lie in police reports and in a court of law? How many innocent American citizens have had their lives destroyed by bad, lying, cops, and have even spent to a prison cage for most if not their entire lives for a crime they did not commit? In the real world, unlike in TV world, police are not the ‘good’ guys. Of course there a good cops, but do not bet your life on it.
Also, every single American citizen can not, must not, depend on any police department or police officer in America to protect your house and home, your family, your cars, your life. It is that simple! And if you try to protect your house and home, your family, your cars, and your life, you can not trust the police departments and police officers to either help you or defend you afterwards. In other words, the phrase, "To protect and serve." is a fantasy, a dreamworld, a wordy mirage. And that my dear readers, is the truth! If you have ever had drug dealers selling drugs in on your street, and the police did not do anything about it. Join the club. If you have ever had people damage your cars or break into your house or threaten to burn down your house or kill - murder you, or rape you, and the police did not care enough to help you prevent the crime, there is a really big fan club in America that feels your pain, your lost, your suffering. And the police want a 90% pension for sitting in cars, driving them around town, handing out tickets, and carrying a gun. Here is my opinion, no body deserves a 90 % pension, except the president of the United States of America.
Unfair police departments in America, a case in point. In the town I live in, in CA. USA., if you get a ticket, say like for having a car wheel one foot off on your front yard grass, (in joke) instead of on your cement driveway, or for having an unwashed car during a three year plus water drought, both of which I got a warning ticket for, before you can go to court, before you can see and talk to a judge, you have to go to a review person, which is always an ex-city cop who is still working for the city. He gets paid for denying your claim, no matter what the facts are. This reviewer’s job is not be to be a reviewer, but to deny every person who has a ticket never to be found innocent, and to make it harder to see a judge. In other words, local police departments in CA., USA, have a legalized ticket system where they hire ex-cops to review any ticket before it goes to a judge in a court of law. If you want to talk about a conflict of interest, a set up, a con job, a dishonest ticket system, all you have to do is look at CA, USA. You do not have to go to China, where I have traveled and I have experienced Chinese cops handing out tickets for the stupidest reasons so they can get a bigger bonus, and where there is usually no legal court a Chinese person or citizen can go to dispute a ticket of any sort. In America, there is a court system with a judge, but to get to the judge, you have to meet with an ex-cop who reviews the dispute, and of course no body ever wins that dispute because the ex-cop is always going to favor the police dept., and the people paying him not to settle any ticket disputes in favor of the ticket holder. Yes, I have experienced that system, personally, even after my good works!
As an example of how screwed up some police departments are in CA., USA. I was given a warning ticket on a parked car in my driveway because it was a little dirty. What is so amazing about this fact is that in CA., USA, there has been a three year plus water drought, where water reservoirs are empty or almost empty. Everyone has been instructed by the state government officials to conserve water because washing cars is not important, as important as conserving drinking water. So what does the local police departments do? Not only do they drive the cleanest cars in the world, they hand out ‘dirty car tickets’ to tax paying American citizens during a time when the public is warned that they will get a ticket if they use water for anything except for the really important daily activities; which means that the parks and soccer fields can and do use as much water as they want to keep the grass fields green, flush, and brand new, but homeowners can not use water to water their front yard grass, flowers, or clean their cars, etc. So the local police station instructs and allows their officers to hand out warning tickets and then real tickets for having a dirty car in the driveway, because they want to be bully cops, you know, because they carry guns and are allowed to beat up on people. Or in short to be bullies. But talk about harassment by the police and police departments in America. Of course, the local police dept will not hand out warning tickets to drug dealer’s car who sell drugs because it has been stated to me that many cops smoke pot in their off duty hours. So while the parks, soccer fields, and baseball fields are allowed to use all of the water they want to make the grass green, the everyday homeowner’s is not allowed to water their grass, flowers, trees, etc. So here is the punch line, my dear readers. The public is instructed to not wash their cars, and the police give out tickets for having dirty cars. The public is instructed to not use water to water their grass, flowers, etc., but the parks and schools, etc., are allowed to use the water that the general public, the tax paying public were instructed not to use, to water the soccer and baseball and other fields. So I get a warning ticket for not washing my car. So, we get a tickets if we wash our cars, or we get a ticket if we leave the cars dirty. It sounds like a dirty police dept to me! I would like to know when there will be a federal oversight department that would watch and oversee the local police departments in every town in America.
Oh yes, I think that I will also include the fact that some police departments do not allow people to defend themselves against drug dealers, attacking dogs, or even to use the freedom of speech to defend one’s self from the lies that the police department themselves use to defend their bully gun carrying police officers. America must understand a few things about police and police departments. They are hired to be trained killers. The main job of a police officer is to be ready to kill another human being, hopefully an armed criminal who needs to be killed for a legal and appropriate real life criminal action of some sort. Some police departments expect their police officers to fire off hundreds of rounds of ammunition, of bullets, each week, or each month, etc., to practice killing other human beings. That is what they are trained to do, to kill people. What do you think that does to a human being’s psychological makeup when they are brainwashed to shoot and pull the trigger? The police are trained to kill people by pointing their guns at people targets and pulling the trigger so that a bullet going 2000 or more feet per second can kill another human being before he or she hits the ground. Yet, the police do not want the common law abiding citizen, male, female, or old person to carry to protect and defend themselves from gun carrying criminals. In America, no person can depend on any police department or police officer to defend their biological bodies or their homes and businesses from criminals. But you can depend on a police officer to kill you, shoot you with his gun if he feels like it, and then having the police department protect one of their hired trained killers. I realized that when I was only a small boy, and now, I absolutely know that fact as an older adult.
Lastly, when I first moved into my current house and home, there were three drug dealers selling drugs out of their house. The police dept did nothing to stop them. Then the chief of police makes a statement on local television. "The police department will no longer answer or respond to any home or business security alarms." Really? The ex-chief of police announced on local television that the police were only not going to ‘serve and protect’ the tax paying home owners and business from burglars, but he announced to all criminals that the police depts radio dispatchers were going to ignore all calls regarding home and business break ins or burglaries, so the police officers could sit in their patrol cars and talk to each other, about their pension plans and retirements. So almost every house and home on my section of street was attempted or actually broken into, meaning burglarized for many years, until I took action and installed even more security cameras and security signs on the street, even more than for the purpose of the drug dealers. How much money on my part? Over $2000. That is how much! What was my reward? No reward. Simply harassments in different forms from a bully small town police department in CA., USA., with more examples than I wish to write about here. But the short of it is, the bully police department possessed not one ounce of integrity at all. They laugh and laugh because the police believe or think that the police are above the law. Meaning the phrase, "To protect and serve." is a bunch of bullshit. And yet, I admit, every town needs a good police department, with integrity, with good cops, for lots of reasons, which again, is a list to long to mention here, but the main reason is that there are even more American criminals who will are more than willing to kill and murder defenseless and innocent children and adults alike. But I am sure everyone can figure out those reasons for themselves, the biggest reason is that there are so many criminals who already carry guns, and even more innocent Americans who are not allowed to carry their own guns to protect themselves from the criminals. And secondly, every town needs a trained and armed police department to defend their town, and America, if need be, against local or domestic and international terrorists. It is that simple folks. So trained, prepared, armed cops are a still a needed commodity within a modern world and society with armed and dangerous, animalistic criminals still at large, running around with illegal guns. But still, basically, the only thing that the police protect and serve is their outrageous 90 % pension plans. A pension plan that pays 90 % of their salary for being a possible bully cop, and at least, a trained killer. That is the truth America! Not one single American citizen should ever trust a single police officer or police department to protect and defend their homes, businesses, or biological bodies. And the freedom of speech? Forget that too! You would think too. But I actually live in a country where the freedom of speech still exists, so please read my story, in place of my yearly lecture. And Enjoy Reading My Story!
The next statement you are about to read is 100% the truth. A female once told me that she wanted to be a police officer, a cop, so she could stick her nightstick up a man’s butt hole. She is now a detective for a local police department. I bet that police department is very proud of her murderous raping mentality. And I bet she is going to be happy with her 90% pension.
The Story:
Part I. The Attack. The Crime.
The day was beautiful day for a simple, easy going, easy peddling bike ride on a city street. The blue sky overhead had no sign of rain, snow, wind, or a single ounce of weather trouble. Only a few floating white clouds, with a non-windy air current, calm 73 degree temperature, just like a perfect temperature water in a bathtub. The 70 year old male biker was wearing only his biker helmet, a pair of biker shorts and shirt, and his backpack with books in it. He was so excited to try out his brand new, ten thousand dollar bike, and what a piece of technological artwork it was too. A marvel of modern day technology, made from the finest and most expensive modern day materials, designed from computerized designs that only modern day bike engineers with their computers could create using all of the laws of physics and kinetics and the science of body motion, to achieve the perfect bike for any hardcore bicyclist who would ride on the main streets, or the back roads, or a mountain trails, or ever around a lake with all of nature’s glory being exhibited as only nature intended. The biker enjoyed riding a bike, purely for fun and pleasure, a bit of natural escapism from his daily life, and for some exercise too, to keep the old heart pumping, and other bodily parts, including ever cell in his body, pumping with huge amounts of oxygen, clean lungs, good circulation, strong bones, and a good chemical reactions in his brain too. To experience the open air, the blue sky, the green trees, and even to think. To escape the everyday mental noise of the idiot box, or television, and computers, and even the radio, newspapers, and even his jobs, his pets, his neighbors, and even his own house. In short, his life, to relax into a mental state like zen, but not a mental state nothingness, as some meditation practices preach. Why anyone want to be in a state of nothingness - sounds like a bad death. To meditate and have open thoughts arrive into his uncluttered mind. To be at peace with the soul, to relax while riding a bike on flat land, or in the mountains, with nature all around the biker, with sights and sounds that could not be experienced by looking out of a car window. Looking out a car window was like looking out a moving box with a viewing hole in the box. But riding a bicycle was being at one with nature and the natural state of earth, the air, the wind, with they eyes at one with the green grass, tall trees, lake water, ducks on the ground, or birds and airplanes flying high above in the open and vast sky, and even the nose smelling earth smells, like mowed grass or cow manure, or the smells from a barbecue with a burning steak being fried, or the smells from an restaurant’s open window, or even the smell of burning oil from an old car’s exhaust pipe.
The biker drove his car everyday because peddling a bicycle was very impractical in many regards, like when grocery shopping, or for traveling very long distances. Riding a bike was very different than driving a car or a truck. The bike weighed lighter than the car or truck. The car and truck weighed more than the 15 more or less pound bike. Even the laws of physics were operating differently than when riding a bike, but the politicians never take that fact into consideration when writing the basic law that all bicyclists must obey the exact same traffic laws as motorist who drive cars and trucks. Why? So they could write more tickets and take more money away from tax paying American citizens? When driving a car at 10 or 50 or 80 miles an hour, a bicyclist could not stop on a dime, turn in different directions quickly, and even jump over curbs, like the curb was not even there at all. Plus, the mind was working differently when peddling a bicycle than when driving a car or truck. Cars or trucks travel at great speeds, at dangerous speeds that were not good for the human body, because the human body was not built to go fast. The human body was designed to move slow, like in walking slow. Even jogging and running is not as natural as walking. Walking was usually safe, while driving a car or truck or flying an airplane, hang glider were all much more dangerous, meaning more deadly than walking. Riding a bicycle was a step up from walking, unlike when riding in a car, when the mind is concentrating on the road, on the speed and direction of the car, with the main focus of not hitting the hundreds of other cars and trucks speeding by like the road and streets were race car tracks, with all of the car drivers pretending to be race car drivers, all trying to beat the clock to get somewhere, or simply having fun speeding down the road for some reason, or no reason at all. Riding a bike was much slower, and the expected speed was known to be always slow, but constant, has it has been since the first bicycle was invented not so long ago. Riding a bike takes time, a slow constant time, like moving through the space above planet earth like a flying human being without wings and motor, like the slow and constant time of the cosmic universe, simply moving forward into space, moving through space like a zen master who sits on mountain top, watching the night stars move slowly around in a circle above the earth as they have moved for billions of light years. Unlike the mediating monk on the mountain top, whose mind is completely still and silent, the biker’s mind is moving tuned to the feel of the street, road, or path, or no path at all. The biker’s mind is at one with the motion of this legs, of the road or street, of the historical history of life on earth, or its future. With the movement of his bike, the biker’s legs moving up and down, pumping around and around in endless circles, like a hamster in his play cage on his play toy, seemingly forever peddling, forever lungs expanding and contracting, his hands on the handlebars and his fingers on the gear shifters and brake handles too. The biker is prepared to stop on a second’s notice, or to turn the front wheel, even to jump the bike up in the air to avoid bumps or potholes or stones or rocks or tree branches. The biker is aware of the sky and its clouds, of the forever changing weather patterns and conditions too. With it start to rain or snow, will the velocity change to the point where peddling the bike will lead to no where fast, or even slow? The biker watched the green grass on the side of the road slide on by, like he was on an airplane, but no, because all most airplanes fly so high in the sky that their riders only see empty air, or clouds, or at best at great sunset. But even the biker can see the best of sunsets because a bike can go places where no car or truck or airplane can travel to, like the side of a cliff or deep into a forest or jungle, or simply ride on a sidewalk or empty street in the middle of the night, racing with speed to no place special or to someplace really special, like a girlfriends house or a good place to worship God’s creation called the cosmic universe and life on earth, with their own speeds moving at cosmic light speed or earth’s slow speed.
The bikers not only sees the farm pastures, and the cows and horses and chickens but he can also smell them, ear the sounds of the isolated farm, and its life, maybe even catch a smiling farmer waving at him while riding a tractor. Maybe the biker might watch an American bald eagle or a hawk flying and soaring high above the earth, hunting for a meal, or simply enjoying flying like a full winged bird. With less than twenty pounds of high tech materials and components, the biker feels the freedom of flight without the danger of falling to the ground, unless of course he or she is hit by a car or truck, some other device which could do great bodily damage, which is why all smart bikers wear a biking head helmet to protect their head and brain from any unexpected fall to the hard street or ground.
The biker knew that many if not most people who drove cars and trucks had never taken the time to ride a bicycle, to feel the wind on their faces, and the breeze on their skin, and their body working up a hardy appetite for a festival of foods and drink, from their feet peddling the bike’s peddles, and the sweat being dried by the hot air, and the pressure on the biker’s legs as a biker climbed a road’s inclined planes or mountain’s uphill dirt path, and the lungs expanding and contracting every second because all of the body’s muscles were working hard at forcing the bike to move on the road, with gravity waiting for a falling body heading towards the big ball in the sky, the big globe termed planet earth. On a downhill slope, the biker did not have to peddle at all because gravity would force the bike and bikers to be carried forward in both a downward slope and forward motion as the bike’s wheels simply turned around and around until the next uphill climb, when all of the wasted energy going downhill would be not help going uphill again. Then it was pressure to the metal, the metal peddles, and the biker’s thighs and lungs would again, feel the pounding aroma of heat within the biker’s body.
Riding alone on a peaceful street, in a very small town in America, the biker felt safe from danger from bullies, violent people, criminals, rapists, murderers, and esp. from the local police department or from anyone wearing a uniform and a badge, with or without a gun. But sometimes the daily car and truck traffic that was sometimes very heavy, fast and furious. So the biker would wear a reflective vest, and he installed at least four bike lights on the rear of his bike and two of the best front bike lights to see in the front distance. The bicyclist had been told by one police officer that on average, there were ten vehicle or automobile accidents a day, almost everyday of the year, and that was only one small town in America. The biker was enjoying of the street. It was truly amazing how many old, vintage cars and trucks were still drivable and in mint condition after decades of being created and build. The biker never really understood why some people collect cars for the fun of it, but then again, those car collects probably would never understand why the biker collected books. The biker collected books because he enjoyed reading books because there is so much to learn, so much information to understand in modern world of information gathering. Plus, if you read a book, you quickly learn what the person writing the book took a lot of time to learn, like if you read Einstein’s theory, you will actually learn it faster than Einstein learned it because it took Einstein decades to think about his theories and then he had to present his theories to the whole world, which of course took even more time to develop his theories so they could be used in the modern and practical everyday world of human life.
The biker heard the police siren in his ears before he looked in his bike mirror, only to see the black and white police patrol car slowly ride up behind upon him, and he did not think anything about it. The biker was known by his local police dept for his work in helping cleaning up his street by installing security cameras to stop the drug dealers and the home burglaries. He a had also allowed many police officials into his house, his home, to view the footage on his security cameras, so he thought that it might have been one of the friendly cops he had dealt with in the past. He had always assumed that he was on friendly terms with the police and the police dept. Heck, many police officers had been invited into his house to view this security footage for many reasons, but basically to catch bag guys, or criminals. The biker had taken the time to purchase thousands of dollars of security cameras over the years because he knew from experience that no home owner in America, esp. his local town, could depend on the police to stop or even hinder crimes and home break ins because of the basic law of number theory; lots of criminals, not enough cops to help from the local police dept to solve crimes, even if they viewed the security footage from any security camera system. But it was always worth a try to help the police dept. watch the security footage, to solve crimes, if possible, because maybe the police would notice something to help them catch the bad guys. The biker and the town’s people all assumed that the local police dept was to either to lazy or simply incompetent to solve many crimes, but the town’s people all knew that the police dept. paid police employees to hand out tickets to the town’s citizens for almost any reason they wanted, except they never ever handed out tickets to cars parked in the driveways of drug dealers. It seem very strange, until it was realized that the police did not care about the drug dealers because there were always police officers who took drugs themselves, and everyone knew that the police thought they were above the law. In other words, the police knew that they could get away with murder, too. The biker saw the police officer in the biker mirror and waved at him, but then he saw the blue lights flashing and the voice over the patrol car’s loud speakers, "Biker, pull over to the side of the road and stop the bike, and step off the bike."
Knowing that he had done nothing wrong, the biker was not scared of the flashing blue lights, nor of the voice over the patrol car’s loud speakers. But even if the biker had done something wrong, how could a bike outrun both a police patrol car and a police radio? Anyway, the biker thought it might have been a friendly cop, but how wrong could he be with that assumption? But the biker was aware of the police harassment by the local bully police who thought they were gods for some reason, because they could carry guns and other weapons for self-defense, while all other town’s citizens in that American town, and most other American towns were not allowed to carry any device for self-defense, while the criminals who drove daily into town to break into homes and businesses, to steal anything they wanted, to rape and kill anyone they wanted, could carry their guns, while the police were sitting in their cars in parking lots chatting away, waiting for their 90% pensions to arrive in their bank accounts after their many years of sometimes uneventful service. Of course, the local police dept sometimes got lucky when some crimes happened and the police were there to catch the criminal, in the exact same spot where a crime was taking place. Mostly luck, mind you!
The biker knew he was not speeding because it would take a lot of work to speed on a bike, even on a straight away, or flat surface. He simply wanted to enjoy day, and the bike ride. What could the biker have done wrong to have a police patrol car pull him over like he had committed a moving traffic violation or like he was a criminal? wondered the biker.
No bicyclist or motorcyclist wants to be hit by a ton of steel in the form of a moving car, but especially by a police patrol car because everyone knows that the police will usually win in a law suit because the bully police and police depts. can lie in police reports, and because DA’s love to take the side of police depts, instead of taking sides of the law, like the bullies in the school yard, they seem to get away with doing all sorts of bad things because of the code of silence, the code of brotherhood, of the black uniform. The bicyclist knew that he could not win, even if he had done nothing wrong, and many lawyers had instructed him to go limp whenever a bully cop was talking to him or threatening to hit him or hurt him. It was better to pretend to be a weak stupid person who was afraid of getting hit by a bully cop than try to talk to a bully cop. So the biker slowed down, which was not hard to do on a bike, and he stopped the bike, and he stepped off the bike, and waited on the grass between the street and the sidewalk. So it biker felt an odd feeling when the biker saw the police patrol car front tires slowly roll up to, and roll over the bike’s rear wheels, and then slowly rolled over the bikers ten thousand dollar bike, with the police patrol car’s tires over the bike rear wheel, only to stop, and roll backwards. He saw the police patrol car drive backwards a few feet, and he saw the bully cop laugh to himself too.
Real funny though the biker. Oh my! What to do? What to do now? thought the bicyclist as both anger and confusion entered into his previous zen state of mind. Ten thousand dollars down the drain. Quickly, the bicyclist turned his mental attention away from a biker’s mind or mentality, into a different state of mind, to immediately became the master metaphysician that he was and he started to know a few spiritual truths that were more powerful than the ton of steel police car, and the dangerous murderous animal violent bully criminal minded police officer who was obviously angry for some reason to damage his new ten thousand dollar bike, which meant he was also angry enough to damage his priceless biological body too. Still, there was no fear, simply a state of mind of caution and intelligence. The bicyclist left behind the idea for the need for speed, as the saying goes, and turned his attention away from his physical body of skin and bones and blood, with a brain, and he quickly turned his attention to his true spiritual self hood that was a spiritual deathless idea, or image of the one Divine Mind, of the deathless Life itself, just as the next words out his mouth were, "Get on the sidewalk, you crossed the white line, so I am giving you a moving violation ticket for crossing a white line." laughing out loud with the attitude that he hated all bicyclists in general, and this bicyclist specifically."
"What is in the backpack? Any drugs, guns, weapons, or illegal anything?" asked the bully cop.
me a ticket? I never crossed over the white line." replied the biker.
"Oh, we have a talker here I see." stated the bully cop. "You think can question me?"
"Do you know that the freedom of speech is as a legal concept?" replied the bicyclist. "Freedom of speech is written in America’s Constitution."
"Freedom of speech? There is no freedom of speech in America, where I stand and live and esp. work. And where I stand, I am the boss, and the police are the boss, and the police department does not care about freedom of speech or any other legal rights you think you have in America. There is only one thing you have to know, and that is I am boss here and now. That is I am the boss, I am in charge, and I want to see inside that backpack." stated the bully cop, as he slowly lowered his hands, one hand on his night stick, and the other hand on his gun handle.
"And look see at the nice silver cross hanging from your neck. And look at that Arch Angel Medallion. An Angel slaying a dragon. Pretty nice! But I do not believe in God or religion or the supernatural. And any fool who believes in anything is worth nothing at all, even less than dirt." The cop stated with a grin, waiting for the biker’s response."
The biker looked up towards the sky, and his mind tuned into a different universe. When he lowered his head to stare at the bully cop, he was feeling his invisible power began to build up within his consciousness.
" It is a good and mighty angel staying an evil dragon. And if I was you, I would be very careful with what you say to me, or do to me." stated the metaphysical biker. The biker continued ...
"It is written that about two thousand years ago, some violent bully fellows like yourself whipped many innocent people, tortured them, and than hanged them on trees, stake, or poles to hang in the hot sun during the day and the cold night for a few days and nights while they died a very slow and very painful death. It was called the crucifixion and one man, a metaphysical man, overcame human evil and death too. I want your supervisor here as soon as possible." replied the metaphysical biker.
"If you do not hand over that backpack, I will take it from you." stated the bully cop.
As the bicyclist slowly turn his head slightly to slowly slip off the backpack, he felt the violent bully cop’s hands grabbing his neck and throwing him on the ground. "Give me that backpack." said the cop, as the violent bully cop kicked the metaphysical biker in the ribs with the cop’s heavy boot. "What is in your backpack? Drugs, guns, any other weapons." he asked the moaning metaphysical bicyclist, as the metaphysical bicyclist watched the police officer open up his backpack. "Oh my, books. Lets see what kind of books the lad reads. Oh no, a Bible, a book on constitutional law, and a book on physics and astrophysics, and metaphysics too. And here is a book on the human mind and psychology. How interesting. But that is no problem for me or my department because we do not believe in the constitution of America. We only believe in our muscles, guns and night sticks, and of course, we love beating people up, especially when no one is watching." as he looked around to see if anyone was watching, which they weren’t, not yet.
"What is your problem? Did they teach all cops to practice using police patrol cars to destroy very expensive bicycles and to beat up on bikers at the police academy?" the moaning bicyclist asked the violent bully cop.
"Are you questioning a police officer, boy? I am the one asking questions here, not you. Understand?" As he took out his night stick. The violent bully cop continued to talk away. "At the police academy they taught us how to beat up and kill every citizen in America, in all ways means possible, on all American citizens, white or black, rich or poor, educated or uneducated, drug free or drugged up, non-biker or biker alike. Hell, why do you think they like training us ex-football players. We love beating up on defenseless people, just like in highschool."
The bicyclist watched the cop take out his night stick and he knew that this cop was a violent psycho criminal bully cop out of a Steven King’s novel or movie, but this was real life.
"Get on your feet. Boy!" stated the cop.
"First of all, I am not a boy. I am a seventy year old man and I am not afraid of you beating me up, torturing me, or even killing me. And I much smarter than you could ever imagine in a million years. Is it the policy of your police dept to allow a 25 year old punk cop to attack and break the bones of innocent American citizens? I can not wait to talk to your supervisors and Internal Affairs, not to mention my lawyer. Oh, I am sorry, lawyers." stated the biker.
"I still do not like your attitude boy." with a louder violent bully cop voice than before. "My supervisors do not care what you have to say, and Internal Affairs does not care either. My brother-in-law is in charge of Internal Affairs, and he will always stick up for me and defend me, boy."
The bicyclist stood up, knowing that he was again, facing another violent bully psycho criminal cop who was paid to beat up innocent and defenseless human beings because after all, the cop was allowed to beat up innocent and defenseless bicyclists because bicyclists do not usually carry guns and weapons or drugs or other illegal items that could put them in a jail cell or a prison cage. Bicyclists, like most human beings, do not like prisons. Bicyclists do not want to be in a cage like a monkey, and this particular metaphysical bicyclist thought this the monkey off the trees violent bully cop should have been stuck in a prison cage himself, long ago. Metaphysical bicyclists like the open air, a fresh place to breath in the air and to see the earthly sights, to escape the daily routine of life and living, and to get some exercise too. Bicyclists rarely are looking forward to spending any of their biking time in a jail cell or a prison cell. In all of the biker’s 60 years of riding a biker in many states in America, he never met a biker who was a jailbird, or who wanted to go to jail or prison. The cop looked like he had not run a mile in many years, so he looked fatter than he should look for a working cop on the job. How does a fat cop chase a running criminal? A three hundred pound bully cop beating up on a thin biker. This should be really good, thought the biker who was turning into a Master Metaphysician in seconds flat, minutes would be better for his mind to know the Truth. But space and time was no problem for any Master Metaphysician.
The violent bully cop did not notice the biker’s mental change from a humanized biological body to a invisible spiritual idea, but he was starting to feel the presence of the power of God.
The Master Metaphysician Biker was remembering all of the lessons he had learned over the years. He began to remember how a human male named Jesus was also a Master Metaphysician, or the Christ. He also taught lessons to overcome humanized evil and death too. The metaphysical biker was quickly mentally turning away from his biological body to his true spiritual selfhood, his Christ self-hood, as an idea or image in the great and All-Powerful Mind, termed the God Intelligence. He quickly began to know that in reality he was not a simple automated robotic biological body with a thinking human brain, but that he was in reality, on and in deeper levels of life and consciousness, an image, a spiritual image within the Mind of God. And that he was an unchanging identity that could not feel human pain or pleasure, nor could he be killed because he was an definite immortal identified identity of the deathless Soul termed God. That he was at one with the Infinite Principle, and that the Infinite Principle was at one with him too. In spiritual reality, he was at one with Life, Truth, and Love. And that no human evil, including a monkey brain, violent bully psycho criminal cop would touch, harm, deface, or kill and murder his true deathless spiritual self-hood. The biker felt his biological body began to change, every blood cell, never muscle and bone, every fiber, every molecule and atom begin to change, to transform into a new creature. He mentally saw the angles in other dimensions too. Even his guardian Angels looking down upon him and the whole situation. He was preparing to be beaten to death by a murderous violent bully cop; killed and murdered by a violent, bully, psycho, criminal, cop, who was going to get away with murdering a man of God, at least for the moment. The man of God remembered somehow remembered all of the Jesus movies with adult violent bully males who also wore the state uniform who smiled and laughed as they beat, whipped, kicked, punched, and hung an innocent man of God to a tree or pole, to be slaughter like a cow before a mass meal for the rich.
The violent bully cop pointed at the badge on his shirt and stated, "This here is the only badge of law that matters, right now. And it too, looks silver too. How about that? My silver badge versus your silver cross and angel medallion. I like it. It would work good in a story or a book or a movie." Stated the bully cop, as he smiled.
"Why did you kick me? I did nothing wrong and I never attacked you." The metaphysical bicyclist looked at the violent bully psycho cop and he remembered all of the bully cop’s self-defense training and the biker remembered his own self-defense training and the biker knew he could win any real street fight against this bully violent psycho cop, but he also knew that this was real life, he even if he could kill this violent bully psycho cop before he hit the ground, he knew that he would lose more violent cops were probably on the way to the crime scene, and in the end because there some cops are violent criminals who are trained to be even more violent by the police department, so he would be charged with even more crimes if he tried to defend himself from a bully cop who possessed murder in his eyes. He also knew that defending yourself against an armed violent bully cop would only make matters worse. Plus, he knew that is what lawyers and lawsuits are for. In the back of the biker’s mind was a legal mind with the hope of suing this violent bully cop and his police dept for many crimes that the violent bully cop was now committing because that would be his only method of revenge for the felony crimes that this violent bully cop was perpetrating against an innocent American citizen, not to mention a man of God.
"I simply do not like your attitude, and I do not care if you are an old man going for a simple bike ride. I have met other intellectuals like you who think you are better than me, just like in high school." as he winked at the metaphysical biker, as he walked over the to bike and swung his night stick at the mirror, hitting the mirror that was located on his handle bars, and snapping the mirror offs its base, off the ten thousand dollar bike that had already been totally destroyed by the police patrol car, and which was going to cost another ten thousand dollars to replace. Not to mention the punitive financial rewards for the attempted murder which was about to take transpire, in a small town in America.
"Why are you harassing me?" asked the metaphysical bicyclist.
"I am harassing you because I do not like your attitude. I am harassing you because I feel like it. What are you going to do about it?" the laughing bully cop asked the bicyclist.
"I am going to report you to you Internal Affairs. That is what I am going to do. And then I am going to talk to my good and very competent lawyers to sue you and your department." stated the now pissed off, yet still helpless bicyclist, as he was hoping that some bystanders were using their cameras or the camera phones to record the violent crime about to happen against an old 70 year old man by a 25 year old violent bully psycho criminal cop, trained by the police.
"Internal Affairs? That is a funny joke. They do not care about some intellectual bicyclist, you moron. They do not care about your religion or how old you are. We are a brotherhood of criminally minded bullies, who can do anything we want because we are the law and the rest of society must live in fear of us."
"I have not committed a crime. And more importantly, I do have never lived in a state of fear, and I certainly do not fear you, esp. in America." state the bicyclist.
"Just by not being a cop makes you a criminal, you punk ass." stated the bully cop.
"How do you know I was never a cop?" asked the metaphysician biker. "Why don’t you go and catch some burglars instead of harassing me?" ask the biker.
"Catch burglars? Are you joking me? I like harassing bikers instead, whether on a bicycle or a motorcycle. " replied the bully cop.
"That is because you have never rode a bike, have you? Do you know that there are over 1200 burglaries a year in this town, and over 4 million dollars are stolen out of this town every year for the past two years, and you cops do nothing about stopping real criminals from breaking into houses and businesses. Right now there is probably a house or business somewhere in this town that is being broken into and you are here harassing me?" asked the bicyclist.
" Yea, but for the last two years it was down 30%."
"I am talking about the last two years, which means that for the previous years, the amount of homes and businesses burglaries were even higher." stated the biker. The violent bully cop was not aware that the biker was also an economist and he knew more about money and numbers than that cop could ever know in a life time. But it was true. It was an untold secret in the town and everyone knew it. Every homeowner or business owner knew that they were ever safe from a home or business break in, and every homeowner and business owner never felt safe leaving their house and business unattended, but who could stay home or at their business all the time? The town was reported to be a safe town, but everyone knew that their homes and businesses were never safe. Everyone who heard the words out of the now ex-chief of police’s mouth over ten years ago, "We will not answer anymore home break ins or business break ins," knew that the chief of police just announced to all burgers and criminals in the state that the town’s homes and businesses were now open season, as in open hunting season for deer or bear or fish in a hunting season.
The cop stared at the biker and his face became red. Anger was starting to boil up in his little monkey brain, and the biker knew that this police trained violent hired gun was preparing to become the human monkey he truly was. The biker was preparing to take a beating because he knew that is what cops are trained to do at the police academy, taking out their night sticks and practice hitting human beings by swinging their night sticks hard and furious at the big heavy plastic and leather punching bags, etc., that can not feel and pain, so they can practice hitting live and living innocent human beings later when they are in the black uniform.
"Do you know that that bike you just damaged costs over ten thousand dollars?" the biker said. "You just committed a felony while on duty. How stupid. My lawyers are going to have more fun in a court of law, in front of judge and jury, than you are having with me now." said the biker.
The violent bully cop looked at the expensive bike with a little bit of worry in his eyes.
"I do not believe that bicycle cost ten thousand dollars." replied the bully cop. "Who in their right mind would pay ten thousand dollars for a bicycle?’ asked the bully cop.
"Have you ever rode a ten thousand dollar bike?" asked the metaphysical biker.
"I have never rode a bicycle in my life. What do I look like? A nerd or something."
"So your parents never bought you a bike to ride when you were a boy? asked the biker.
The bully cop looked at the metaphysical biker with a bit of regret in his eyes and said nothing at all. But his facial muscles were showing signs of wear and tear from this conversation.
The biker decided to make another statement to the bully cop. "You want a 90 % pension until the day you die, and instead of catching criminals, you are harassing me, hitting me, and damaging my very expensive bike?" The biker knew that the cop’s dinosaur - monkey brain was jump starting up, like a dead car with a new battery attached to it. The damage from the police patrol car against the biker’s bike was bad enough, but there the biker was, alone with a violent bully psycho criminal cop, and there was no person around to protect the biker’s physical body, nor his legal rights against a bully cop with a gun, nightstick, and Taser and his hands and boots.
"We deserve it."
" No you don’t deserve a 90 % pension plan. Any human being can drive a car, shoot a gun, and wear a badge. Plus, it is bad for the economy. That money should be used to hire more real police officers and firemen and teachers and repairing streets and roads instead of rewarding the likes of you for destroying my ten thousand dollar bike, and instead of harassing and hitting me." stated the biker. The biker looked at the black uniform with the badge and he wondered if this joker imagined himself to be a trained ninja, instead of being simply a trained bully with guns and assorted weapons. He remembered a time when he was having a conversation with a female who stated to him that she wanted to be a cop so she could stick her nightstick up a guy’s butt. She admitted to the metaphysical biker when they were both waiting for their turn in a police line for a police running speed test that she wanted to rape a male before she ever arrived in the police academy. She is now a detective on the police force, and maybe she already fulfilled her dream of raping a virgin male butt with her nightstick. The human biker did not want a female police officer to rape him with her night stick, but he remembered a nationalized publicized event many years ago in New York City where some cops raped a black butt hole. Violent criminals who become cops. When will it ever end. And in America, thought the bicyclist. How many violent bully cops around the globe do the same criminal behavior to their own citizens too. The bicyclist wondered how many cops are this violent, as he looked at the black uniform, and badge, and various weapons on his belt.
"You can not talk to me like that." replied the cop who was in a state of semi-shock.
"We are simply having a conversation. Plus, do you know what the freedom of speech is? It is written in the Constitution of America and the Bill of Rights. If you do, then you know that I am allowed the freedom to express myself, and when I go the hospital to get these injuries treated, I am going to used that freedom of speech to explain how I got these injuries to the hospital’s doctors, nurses, and then to the media."
The bully cop must not have thought about the consequences of his actions during his emotional violent explosion within his mind, because his face turned a bit pale, like a semi-death sentence was carried out on his career, with his name and face on every newspaper in the world, on every nightly news broadcast on every television with billions of people around the world watching the American bully cop who tried to murder an innocent intellectual metaphysical bicyclist, and a man of God; and on every computer monitor in every desktop, laptop, or smart phone within the reach of the billions of human beings on the globe. The bicyclist saw the bully cop’s hand reach for his nightstick again, and not fast, but real slow, like space and time were slowing down within the metaphysical biker’s mind, slowly withdrawing of the nightstick, and the bicyclist knew that if this was not a violent bully cop with more cops on the way, he could have defended himself from this 25 year old punk in less than five seconds. Dead before he hit the ground. But this was a no win situation for the biker, so the biker’s mind was arriving at the mental spiritual place he needed to be to survive the beating and a possible killing - murder from a cop in a police department where he was known, and whose police officers had been in his house and home too. No more trust with this police department, thought the biker. No American is allowed to defend themselves against violent bully cops in America, even if you are white. The bicyclist saw a hundred ways to defend himself against the violent bully cop, but he realized that he should not defend himself against a violent bully cop who had no respect for the law.
More than that, he knew that he could kill this violent bully cop without ever lifting a finger! It would be so easy! Puff, just a short puff of air, a whisper from his mouth, from his mind, and that violent cop would never see another second on earth. Moreover, the metaphysical bicyclist was not simply a metaphysical bicyclist. Oh no my dear readers. The metaphysical bicyclist had long ago risen within his consciousness to realms that might be impossible to describe to the average human monkey brain, who only believe what they saw with their eyes as an absolute state of reality. The metaphysical bicyclist had already ascended beyond the limited visual sense of absolute reality, beyond believing that the only reality that was real was the mirage in front of eyes, even now. He knew that there was an afterlife, and he knew that even while walking on planet earth with a biological body, that there were even more realms beyond earth that were far greater than even the possibility of an afterlife. He saw the angels descending upon him and his consciousness, preparing him for the next violent actions of a violent bully cop. "You can not talk to me that way. You are supposed to fear me and respect me because I carry guns and weapons to defend myself and you and the rest of people in America are not allowed to carry guns and weapons to defend yourselves from violent criminals, including violent criminal bully cops like myself." stated the violent bully cop.
"But I am not a criminal. I am not violent. I am a hundred times smarter than you. I have no reason to fear or respect you. And now that you have damaged my ten thousand dollar bike, like a faggot bully violent psycho criminal cop that you are, I now know that you are a violent bully criminal who is simply wearing a gun and badge, ... And you want a 90% pension."
"I am still going to give you a ticket for crossing over the white line." stated the bully cop.
"For crossing over the white line? Are you joking me?" asked the bicyclist.
"I have to give out tickets everyday. That is my main job. To make money for the town."
"Why not go look for criminals, like the criminal burglars who have broken into almost every house and home on my street? And while you are at it, take the drug dealers off my street too! Like the uneducated punk drug dealers who live on my street and who damage peoples cars to scare them from not calling police! The same drug dealers who damage people’s cars to try to scare them into moving because they want to sell drugs out of their own houses."
The biker saw the nightstick being swung in the right hand of the bully cop, and the bicyclist naturally lowered his head to avoid being hit by the very used nightstick. The bicyclist swore that he saw blood stains on the nightstick as it was aimed at his eyes and nose, but now it would be the biker’s blood on the nightstick, wet and red, to dry on the nightstick like all of the other dry blood from people whose innocent blood had been dried on the nightstick. As the nightstick missed the bicyclist, the bully cop became even more angry which lead to the bully cop’s foot kicking the upper thigh of the bicyclist. The bicyclist knew he could have dodge that slow moving foot, but it might be better to take a kick from a foot then being knocked down by a 300 pound mass of fat. So, being a bit off balance, the bicyclist then saw 300 pounds of bully fat standing in front of him, almost against his body, with the bully cop’s hands to aim the nightstick end to jab into the nose of the biker. Great, another broken nose, thought the biker, as the blood started to drip, and the pain started to build up into the biker’s brain. The biker saw another police patrol car drive up in the corner of his eyes, and he saw its rear tires drive over his the front of his worthless damaged ten thousand dollar bicycle.
"I do not like your freaking attitude." stated the violent bully criminal cop.
"You do not like my freaking attitude? laughed the biker, as he felt the violent bully criminal cop’s knee dig into the biker’s rib cage. Here, I am going to make it easy for you. Do mind if I pray."
The bully cop laughed so loud the other cop had no idea what was so funny. The bully cop stated, "Do ahead pray."
The metaphysician biker, the man of God, lowered his body to the ground, to the earth to knee down, and put his hands together in the from a prayer hands. He humbly bowed his head, and he closed his eyes. The bicyclist began to prepare to die, to be killed by a violent bully criminal cop, and his buddy violent bullies who would also be turning into violent, bully, psycho, criminal cops too. The bicyclist knew that the brain of this bully cop was now snapping beyond any sense of human normality , and into a violent monkey brain, because this violent bully psycho criminal cop was now transforming into a murderous cop. The lawyer mind within the bicyclist hoped that if he was murdered by this violent bully psycho criminal that the media and FBI would discover how he was murdered by a bully cop who worked in a police dept. that enjoyed harassing bicyclists, and then enjoyed obtaining a 90% pension plan while the town’s people could not depend on the police to protect their homes and businesses. The metaphysical mind of the bicyclist turned his mind, his mentality inward, into realms which he had visited before, many times, when he was face with dying and death. He knew before the time of Jesus, over 2000 thousand years ago, that there were violent bully psychos who enjoyed killing other human beings. And they enjoyed killing the human man like Jesus too, with smiles on their faces as they whipped defenseless and tied up human beings, just as the violent slave owners in America would tie up a black slave and whip them senseless with a whip, all because it was a legal action in America at one time during the history of America. But over thousand years ago, Jesus had overcame death before he went on the cross, and now it was the Master Metaphysician Biker’s turn to play the game with death and immortality. Now he was being attacked by such a killer, a trained killer who was employed by a police dept.
"With his eyes closed, he saw the image of a man who only wore a piece of cloth around his groin, with the deep whipping cuts on every part of his biological body, with red blood dripping from every cut, every extensively long cut, that was wide open for the red blood to drip out and over onto the man’s skin, which itself was not red instead of the color tan. He saw this innocent man of God too, praying as he was being whipped for no good reason, and as he was lead to the cross, the long steel nails were being pounded with a huge hammer into the hands and arms of the praying man of God, who also was praying to be alive instead of dying and dead. Then the nail that was aimed at the man of God’s feet, and with one quick swing of a violent bullies arm, the even longer steel nail penetrated into the man of God’s feet. And with a few more arm swings, the nail was then into the wood of the cross, and the cross was lifted up into the air, for the world to remember how laughing violent humanized monkey bullies killed and murdered a man of God, while he live and walked on planet earth.
The metaphysician bicyclist turned his attention away from the scene before his mental metaphysical humanized eyes, and he started to realize how God, Mind, Spirit, Soul, Principle, Life, Truth, and Love (*) saw him and his true spiritual selfhood, outside of his physical body. He again, quickly began to realize that he was a spiritual idea or image within the divine Mind, and that this image was spiritual, a true unchangeable identity, what was at one with the Infinite One, which was Life, deathless, Truth, a deathless Christ consciousness, and Love, forever perfect and at rest and at peace, with nothing to fear at all. Then, as if he was dreaming a night dream, this was like a metaphysical dream, and he saw a tall tanned male with long hair who wore a long white robe and the white robed male walked towards to the spiritualized human being who had long ago prepared his soul for the afterlife, and he reached out his hand and he stated, "You have been faithful, yet, life is deathless, and you are still an immortal, so you must return to instruct the viewers by writing about Life, Truth, Love, as the true nature of the Godhead." And as the white robed male reached out his hand to hold the hand of the biker still on the ground of the earth, both the spiritualized metaphysical dreamer and the metaphysical biker felt the infinite energy flow from one spiritualized human being to another spiritualized human being, and with the angels ascending all around both the spiritualized human being in a different dimension, and all around the spiritualized metaphysical biker still on earth, the creature who was about to be beaten and shot to death possessed a new and higher energy force and intelligence which had not been witnessed in over 2000 years, at least in the eyes of normal human beings.
Then the blows and pounding started. Fast and furious too. The physical bicyclist felt another hit from the nightstick, snapping and whipping into his prayer hands, breaking some fingers, then another hit from a second nightstick, breaking some more ribs, and then there were three night sticks hitting him, and then there were four night sticks hitting him, and then there were five night sticks hitting him, and then, after that, he lost track because his face and head and body had been hit and beaten so many times that he was now unconscious. He had broken teeth, a cracked skull, a broken nose, a broken jaw, broken bones in his arms and legs. The police thought that he was dead, but he was not dead, he was still alive, and they could not believe it. He was still breathing, and more than that fact, it seemed like he was smiling too. It was like the dead biker was actually laughing at the violent bully cops. They had hit the Master Metaphysician bicyclist so many times that he simply had to be dead. Even their arms were tired from swinging their night sticks so many times. How could he still be alive, they all wondered.
The Master Metaphysician bicyclist was now in a different universe, or in no universe at all, while being in all universes at the same time. He heard the angels singing songs of praise that another human being had transformed himself into a higher creature of multi-dimensions, higher dimensions, and so they whispered into his mind, "Everything will be ok. We will not leave you alone. You will live again." And so, the now almost dead metaphysician bicyclist was in at least two different universes at the same time, the same moment, even while life and death were pulling at him from all directions. Lying in a pool of his own blood, not aware of his biological body any more, he stood up, a spiritualized zombie that would not die. He pointed at the group of cops and stated out loud, "Cursed! All of you. Cursed! And this whole police department is Cursed. All of you!"
A gun was pointed at him and then fired. A bullet passed straight through his seeming biological body, but it did not appear a biological body any longer. It appeared to be a ghost, a ghost that was solid and not solid, biological and spiritual, mortal and immortal, all at the same time. More bullets passed through the upper body, a few more bullets entered other parts of his body, arms, legs, while a bullet glazed his skull. A living zombie dodging the deadly police bullets, when out of no where, a voice called out to the group, "Hey, what are you doing?" with a camera pointed at them. "That man needs medical attention." Another person yelled out, "We have called the California Highway Patrol and an Ambulance. You better stop trying to kill that man." The group of violent bully psycho criminal cops slowly back down, and they all ran to their patrol cars, to return to the safety of their patrol cars, to escape the various cameras that had videoed the whole scene. Video Youtube movies that would be upload in minutes, if not seconds, for the whole world to view. The ticket was still in the man’s shirt pocket, and on the ticket was the violent cop who started it all; officer Hog. But because the bully cops were so busy trying to kill an innocent man, they did not realize that cameras had been filming the whole scene, the scene the violent bully cop had started and created. In minutes, the video was uploaded to online media services around the globe, and in less time that it took to try to kill an innocent human being by a bully police department, the world realized that even in America, there are bad cops, violent bully cops who enjoy hurting and killing other innocent human beings since the time of the killing and the death of the first human being by another violent human being with a weapon in their hand. It was not the Biblical Cain in the First Chapter of The Bible, the Chapter of Genesis. Oh no my dear readers, because that story is only a myth to teach a lesson about the evil nature within most human beings. The evil nature within most human beings, give or take any number. Because human beings have been killing and murdering other human beings for a very long time, and it seems like other human beings will continue to kill and murder other human beings long into the future, with even better weapons that are far better than the discovery of the club and knife and axe and sword, etc.
Kind, normal, American citizens rushed over to help the walking zombie, his eyes open, his mouth talking, but he was not really there, like he was in a different time zone, in a completely space - time dimension, in a completely different universe, being guided by invisible hands of his guardian angels to stay standing, heck, to stay alive, even with broken bones, and bullet holes in his physical body. No person could believe that he was alive, not to mention that he was still standing, but soon, an ambulance arrived and they guided the walking zombie into the ambulance where he laid down onto the ambulance bed, and with the biker’s awareness in and out of human consciousness, he slightly heard the sirens, as the ambulance driver rushed through the heavy rush hour traffic, and then pushed the ambulance bed into the Emergency Room at the local hospital, where tubes of all sorts where pushed into his physical body, and where all kinds of machines were hooked up to his physical body. Soon the FBI was brought into the case, as well as other legal people including many new lawyers who wanted to represent a new client who was now worth millions of dollars, especially if he lived to tell his story in a court of law, in front of a jury, with the media recording every word to spread around the world, to show to the world that even in America, people who wear badges and carry guns can still be murderous, violent, bully, psycho, criminal cops. And to show that an intellectual metaphysical man of God bicyclist who is immortal still lived to tell his story, in a country, in a nation, where the Constitution of America allowed him the freedom of speech and the freedom to stand up for his rights, and the freedom to live in a country where an American citizen can still defend themselves against a cursed police department without any sense of truth, or integrity, even after they beat him to death, and then shot him to death. Yet, he still lived. And the police dept? Well, they are still cursed to this day.! Why? Because they tried to kill not only an innocent human being, an innocent American. But they also tried to kill a man of God too! An angel in disguise, of a human being! (Psalms 91:1)
Part II. The Court Room. Mr. Biker as a Witness. As the last witness in a world wide trial.
The court room was packed full with media and legal experts, all wanting to hear the amazing story and words of the intellectual metaphysician bicyclist who lived after being declared dead by a group of psycho violent bully police officers, and especially by the first cop who wanted nothing more than to kill a seemingly simple bicyclist. He had quickly learned how appearances can be very deceiving. The two main lawyers were ready to talk and ask questions in front of all listeners, the judge, and jury, knowing that the truth had already long ago been broadcast around the world by pictures and video that was recorded by the street people who knew that they could not stop the attack by the first cop and then by the group of cops with him. But they knew that their best weapons against violent bully criminal cops was to record the violent bully cop’s actions so no matter how much they lied, the truth would always be on the world wide web, forever, for the world to know the truth. The truth the cops are trained killers, ready and willing to kill any human being, boy or girl, old women and old men too, was and is the plain truth. They were trained to use their cars as weapons, their guns as weapons, and their hands and feet as weapons. And if they were an ex-football player, who was trained to tackle the enemy on the football field, even better.
With the last person to take the stand, that witness being the intellectual metaphysician bicyclist, the court room was silent, everyone watched as he walked with a humbled pride to the witness stand. He took the witness seat in a court of law unlike anyone in the course of history, even though he knew that he did not have to take the stand, he had a few words to tell the judge, jury, and the world. Wearing a nice blue suit, a red tie, a nice pair of brown leather shoes, with a gold watch on his wrist, and a gold pen in his pocket, with his injuries and scares hidden from the viewers who really wanted to see and view and stare at the real, unpictured scars on the intellectuals metaphysical bicyclist’s body, where the cop’s night sticks had hit him, breaking his bones in many places, and they wanted to see the small bullet hole marks on his body where the cop’s bullets had hit, penetrated the skin, exploded in his body, or instantly exiting his body of skin, bones, blood, and stuff, to kill this man of God. The court room’s attendant’s had already viewed pictures of the injured and damaged body, but they wanted him to take off his clothes to see the damaged in real time. The world had seen his injured and damaged and scarred body that had been posted on the world wide web, but in reality, by the time the biker had arrived in the courtroom, most of his injuries were healed, yet scares not hidden to the mirror where he would sometimes stare after a shower, staring at his own hidden broken bones and obvious bullet hole wounds. The biker had of course known that pictures of his scares, and wounds, and bullet holes wounds had already been posted on the web, but some were not. It seems that no person who watched the video could believe such an attack on a single human being could not kill his biological body, but there he was, still alive, after entering the afterlife, and returning to planet earth.
His lawyer was the first person to ask the first question. "Mr. Biker, how are you today?"
"I am glad to be alive, to tell you the truth. Even though I am an immortal, I would like to live on earth for as long as possible, without being hit by police officer’s night sticks, beaten for no good reason, and being shot at by police officer’s guns, for no good reason. You do know that being hit and shot in real life is not the same as being hit and shot in the movies. In real life, real people are killed by guns, even police guns."
"Could you tell the court why you think first cop on the scene hit your bicycle with his patrol car after you stepped off the bike?" The lawyer asked the biker.
"Truthfully, I do not know why the cop drove his car’s tires over my ten thousand dollar bike. My bike was not hurting anyone, nor was my bike a threat to any person, or the cop, or his patrol car. But I wonder if this same cop enjoys running over animals when no person is watching him kill animals with his patrol car, esp., at night or on county roads, or when no person is watching him. I do know that my bike was not his property and he had no legal, moral, or ethic ‘right’ to damage my bike. And he should not only pay for the damage he cause to my bike, but he should fired from his job, and he should be locked up in a prison cell to think about his crime of committing a felony while wearing the badge and gun when damaging another person’s property while on the job of being a paid police officer, or not. Now maybe his training at the police academy included running over parked bikes, but I am glad that he did not hit and kill me when I was riding that bike."
The lawyer turned to the jury and smiled. He turned his head back to the witness stand.
"Do you think it was fair or legal for the police officer to give you a ticket for a crime which you clearly did not commit, the crime of crossing a white line while riding your bike?"
"I do not think it was fair or legal for any cop to give me a ticket for crossing white traffic line, since I did not only do it, but a fool would cross a white line on a busy street. I always try to ride as close to the curve as close as possible and but even then, some cars and trucks still drive really fast and sometimes dangerously close to us bikers. But really, so what if I did cross over the white line? But I have heard many stories of cops giving out tickets for nothing because they have to make money for their cities budgets. I know how motorcycle cops love to hand out jaywalking tickets to school students of all ages during the same hours that home and business break ins or burglaries are taking place."
"Do you think it was legal, meaning probable cause,’ for the cop to search your backpack, and destroy your property even though you do not even look a like drug dealer or professional hit man ... meaning a paid professional killer who carries a gun to kill another human being." asked the lawyer.
"I did not look suspicious to any cop for any reason because many bikers wear backpacks to carry normal items in, and there was not a crime reported that day with the description of a biker who was wearing my clothes and backpack. I did nothing wrong to deserve any police officer to request to look through my backpack and to inspect the items in my backpack. Most bikers usually carry hardly nothing at all, except books, water, food, and a bike chain." stated the biker. "And furthermore, many bikers are grade school students, or high school students, or college or university students who bike to and from their classes, and most of them wear backpacks with only lots of books in their backpacks. I have also heard many stories about cops harassing student bikers who wear backpacks because the cops think it is fun to bully all levels of students because they are small, weak, and unarmed, undefended, and ignorant of the America’s laws, and because they are scared of bully cops who love being dominant over other human beings because the cops wear guns and other weapons and they are allowed to shot anyone they want because the police department will lie for them in police reports, in a court of law, in front of a judge and jury. And because the cops know that the kids will be scared of the police because the cops can charge them with a false or made up crime and those kids could spend years in jail or prison for a crime they did not commit. Many adults have already experienced that fact, but rarely talk about it because they can not afford a good lawyer, so they have to plead down to a lesser crime to avoid jail or prison incarceration. But mostly importantly, the cops know that most students do not know their legal or constitution rights as stated in law books or in the Constitution of America, or in the Bill of Rights or in the concepts of civil liberties, freedom of speech, etc. I have heard many stories where cops hand out tickets to bikers for the silliest reasons, like traveling to slow or for traveling on a sidewalk during a pouring rain during the five o’clock rush hour, to avoid being hit by cars or truck that might be hydroplaning or sliding uncontrollably on the surface of water. There was this one story where a biker was being attacked by a dog, to the bike’s front wheel, and then again to the biker’s foot that was on the pedal. The dog got very lucky and bit into the biker’s leg, drawing blood from the biker’s leg. It happened so very fast that the biker simply put his foot out to defend themself and his bike against the dog. A cop happened to see the event and he decided to give a ticket to the biker for trying kicking to kill a dog, even though the truth was the dog was attacking the biker, and there was human blood on the dog’s mouth. It was an act of self-defense, and other people were there as witnesses for the truth, but the cop simply stated that he was ordered to hand out tickets because it was that time of the month." Everyone in the courtroom related to that fact; cops being ordered to hand out tickets for anything at certain time of the month because they had to make money for the town’s bank accounts and to pay for their 90 % pension plans.
"Is there anything at all that you think you could have done to avoid being given a false ticket, being beaten by a group police officers with night sticks, or being shot at and hit with their bullets by their guns they were holding and aiming at your head and body?" asked the lawyer.
"No, there was nothing I could have done to avoid being beaten to death and then being shot to death, except pulling off a magical act of disappearance. I was minding my own business. I had not disobeyed any traffic laws, nor was I carrying a gun, or drugs, nor was I threatening anyone with bodily harm, unlike the cop who was threatening bodily harm to me. You could see it in his eyes, his animalistic killing mentality, like he was simply waiting for a chance to beat up a person that day, maybe kill him if he was angry enough. I can only guess that he thought he could get away with it because he possesses a bully mentality, that he was in grade school and high school, and he was trained at the police academy to be an even bigger bully after high school, if indeed he even went to high school. I have been told that police departments do not like to hire educated people, you know, thinkers. They like to train submissive bullies who like to be bullies to anyone they can bully without the fear of any legal ramifications, or imprisonment. Being a cop is the best job for them, I guess . They are submissives when other people have a gun on them, but when they have a gun on an unarmed person, they enjoy being the bully instead of the submissive. They are submissive enough to be brainwashed into being paid robotic killers for a police department. Like monkeys off the trees who use guns instead of sticks, I mean tree branches, not police night sticks of course, to be violent bully monkey cops. Except some police are like human monkeys who like to be human bullies with guns instead of sticks. And they get paid for it too."
"The police officer claimed that you threatened him by talking to him, by trying to have a conversation with him. Is that true?" asked the lawyer.
"Well, I do not know how a having a conversation could be taken as a threat, but maybe he was threatened by my intellectual abilities. I did inform the cop that America has a Constitution of the United States, with a Bill of Rights, with the first ten amendments ratified in 1791 guaranteeing such rights as the freedom of speech, assembly, and worship. The police officer never told me to stop chatting with him, and I thought he was enjoying our chat, or friendly debate, until it looked like his mind was about to explode with anger, before he started to hit me with his night stick, and shooting at me with his gun, a Glock 17. I assume that some police officers really enjoy beating up on uneducated innocent people and charging them with crimes they did not commit, but when they know that they are outsmarted, they get angry and frustrated because they feel like they should be smarter and more intelligent than anyone and everyone, because they carry guns and weapons? How illogical and irrational, at best."
"Is there any other reason why that police officer might have seemingly targeted you that day on the street?" asked the lawyer.
Mr. Biker was slow to explain. "I can only assume that there are many factors in the violent bully cop’s actions. First he has been a bully all of his life, and he got away with it. Second, he enjoys beating up and controlling people, small and weak and defenseless human beings, and third, he was train by the police academy to be an even bigger dangerous bully, and forth, the police dept loves violent bullies working for them, and fifth, that police dept will lie to defend the violent bully cop in anyway whatsoever. And sixth, maybe like many drivers on the road, many cops do not like bicyclists in general, nor do they think bicyclists have any rights to be on the streets and roads with cars and trucks, and some drivers probably hate bikers anyway. Those are my possible guesses for why the first cop decided to run over my brand new ten thousand dollar bike with his patrol car, and then after an exchange of words, he started to beat me to death with his night stick, and then after I had many broken bones, he started shooting at me with his gun. My last guess is that I have been outspoken with a few facts about this police department, like how they allow drug dealers to live in their houses and damage people’s cars to scare them into silence, without any worry about being arrested, and when these drug dealers are videoed selling drugs and damaging cars, but the police do nothing about it. They simply do not care about the working people. Second, I have been outspoken about the fact the almost every house on my street had been broken into, that is burglarized, and the police have done nothing about it, even though the police headquarters is less than five to ten minutes away from the street. I have read media reports with recorded numbers and statistics stating that over 1200 houses and businesses are broken into every year for the last two years, and millions of dollars are stolen out of the town every year. The police department’s reaction is that burglaries were down 30% for the last two years, which means that the rate of burglaries were even higher during the previous years. But the police and police dept do nothing except they love to sit in parking lots talking for hours on end, during the normal time of burglaries, drinking coffee and eating donuts, and yet they never patrol the town’s streets where most of the burglaries are being done. It seems like they simply do not care about the working people of the town and their homes and businesses. Instead, they love to hand out tickets to everyone except the drug dealer cars. One day I went for a one mile and half jog and I saw tickets on almost every car on the street, like it was an easy pickings day to increase the cities bank accounts. I have seen home owners receiving warning tickets for slightly dirty cars and trucks, even though the public was instructed by the state government authorities not to wash cars and trucks since the state’s water levels in water reservoirs around the state are either empty or almost empty, because of the three year state wide drought. So the public is told they will get a ticket if they wash their cars and then they get a ticket for not washing their cars. The local and state governments must make up their mind what they will allow homeowners and car and truck owners to do. The public is told that we could be ticketed for using water for cleaning our cars, etc., while the town is using a ton of water to water the soccer fields, the baseball fields, and the parks, while the every day home owner is not allowed to water their little patch of yard. So home owner’s yard are brown or simply dirt, and some home owners have simply replaced good green grass for rock and stones and cement. Third, there is the fact the I have installed over $3000 worth security cameras to protected my home and property from the drug dealers who once lived on the street, and from the one drug dealer still living on the street. The drug dealers damage homeowner’s cars to try and scare working home owners from calling the police on them. Then I installed even more security cameras to record all and hopefully stop all of the home break ins, or home burglaries, and then I hung security signs on the trees and fences to stop and slow down the home burglaries on my street, to warn and thereby scaring the burglars from even trying to break into a home or house. Fourth, I have pointed out to the local police department that it seems like the only thing they care about is their 90% pensions, which is of course is a ridiculous pension plan for anyone, since the only time the police actually catch criminals, and especially burglaries is when they get lucky, which is not often. That means that they do not deserve a 90% pension for sitting around all day, waiting to get lucky. Heck, even drug dealers and prostitutes wait around waiting to get lucky. Is the taxpayer paying 90 % pension plans for police officers to get lucky. Maybe they think that I might get their 90% pension plans changed to a more reasonable number so the general public does not suffer from very bad economics and financial retirement plans."
"Come to think about it, while I have lying in the hospital bed for a almost a year, just waiting to heal from my bodily injuries, maybe the whole police dept was involved in on my murder by police. Maybe they wanted to shut me up because I had talked and written my concerns over the years, stating the truth, but you know bullies, they always want to be bullies, and they love shutting people up, even by murder."
"So you have actually tried to clean up your street and neighborhood and the police department does not like someone who is not connected to the police department to take the time, energy, money, and the initiative to solve crimes and burglaries on your street, and to make the street and neighborhood safe from drug dealers and safe from home break ins or burglaries. This effect has cost you time, money, and energy, but the police never thanked you even once, have they? As a matter of fact, you have actually allowed many police employees into you house, into your home, a place for and your personal property and life to be safe from police searches and invasions, which under American law, allows you to be safe from unlawful entry by the police department for any reason, unless they have a search warrant in their hands. Isn’t that correct? Are these facts true or not?" asked the lawyer.
"They are all true facts. When I moved into my current house, there were three houses on both sides of my house with drug dealers in them, like in many towns and cities in America and around the globe. When I installed the security systems, it started a chain reaction, along the natural course of events that forced most drug dealers to leave their houses. But my car was still damaged, one lady who threaten to burn down my house because her husband had a meth lab in his garage, and he even threaten me, with the words, "If you take away my business, I will kill you." Of course, I smiled fearlessly at him. I almost laughed in his face, but he is now gone from the neighborhood. When I told the police these facts, and showed them security footage, they totally ignored the truth before their eyes. Furthermore, when the ex-chief of police stated on local television that the police dept. would longer answer or respond to home and business break ins or burglaries, the amount of home and business break ins or burglaries sky rocketed and almost every house or home on my section of street had been attempted or actually was broken into, some more than once. So I installed even more security cameras on my street trees and I put security signs on trees and fences. Since I took action to installed my security systems, the amount of home break ins or burglaries have dropped to zero in one year. And many of my neighbors have also installed their own security systems because everyone has realized that no American citizen can depend on the police and their police depts to protect and defend their homes, houses, and business. And truthfully, it is an impossible task for any police dept. Actually, I believe that the police really enjoy trying to catch the burglars because it is fun to chase and arrest them, which is the reason why the police depts do not do any proactive, preventive work to stop home and business break ins or burglaries. But it is not fun to the home owners, single moms, working people, old people trying to live their retirement years in peace and quiet, instead of worrying about their homes being broken into by violent criminals. Nor is funny to the business people who already pay high taxes, in many forms to every level of government. No, I do not think that the police like my words of truth, or even my results because I am doing their job for them, because they are not smart enough to clean up the streets. I am actually saving the police dept money because the police do not have to answer burglary calls any more on this street. In reality, my security systems have saved the police dept money, and police man power. What thanks do I get? Well, look at my x-rays and the videos and you will see my reward. "
"Mr. Biker, again, do you think that was fair that you received a moving traffic violation for crossing over a white line?" asked Mr. Biker’s lawyer
Mr. Biker’s response. "No it was not fair because I never crossed over the white line. These bully cops love to harass bikers and hand out tickets because it is the easiest ticket they can write a ticket. Think about it. Bikers can not go fast, nor can they out run a police patrol car. It is an easy ticket, to take more money from an easy target. They feel as if they are big shots when they are wearing their guns and weapons and they know that they bikers are usually weaponless, wearing thin skinned clothes most of the time. Also, they want to treat bikers with the same laws as a moving car or truck. How stupid is that? The laws of physics do not apply equally to bicycles and cars. The weight of a car is what? A ton? And the wait of an average bike is twenty pounds. The laws for bikers should not be the same as the laws for cars and trucks. If any law maker believes that bicyclist should obey the exact same laws as drivers of cars and trucks, then something is wrong with the common sense of law makers and police."
Mr. Biker’s lawyer. "What do you think about the police department’s policy of once a single police starts hitting someone with their night sticks or shooting someone with a gun, that all other cops on the scene must also start hitting a suspect with their night sticks or shooting them with their guns like unthinking robots, without a sense of intelligence, common sense, or integrity?"
Mr. Biker’s response. "I think that once a person is already down on the ground, or when a person is not being violent, if they are standing still, unarmed, that they should not be beaten to death or shot to death simply because they are standing and talking."
Mr. Biker’s lawyer. "What do you think about the police damaging your ten thousand dollar bike?"
Mr. Biker response. "I think that any cop who damages a person’s bike is a violent bully cop who should not be a cop, and they should be fired. And they should also pay for the bike or any part of the bike that is damaged, and they should go to prison for committing a felony wearing a police uniform."
Mr. Biker’s lawyer. "Do you think that the police are basically lying violent bully’s who do not care about the truth regarding anything? That they only care about covering their own criminal actions while they are wearing a badge and a gun, basically to collect their 90% pension plans after they retire from the job?"
Mr. Biker’s response. "In this case specifically, I have experienced a police officer who lied in many ways, writing police reports that were almost completely untrue. The American general public should never trust a single police officer nor the police dept he or she is employed by because not only will they lie in police reports to cover their own jobs and the jobs of their fellow employees, but everyone in the police department will lie too, all the way up the chain of command to the Internal Affairs and the chief of police; as been demonstrated in this court room and trial. I have been told that the chief of police and internal affairs, along with some sergeants and the chief of police were mad that the violent bully cop and his partners had not killed me. But now that I am suing for millions of dollars for personal injury and suffering, and for punitive damages, etc., they all want to make a deal. Well, no deal here."
Mr. Biker’s lawyer. "Can you tell us what is was like getting beating and shot by a gang of police officers?"
Mr. Biker’s response. "I felt helpless, just all Americans who can not defend themselves against violent bully police officers who only want to hurt and kill Americans, because they know they can get away with killing innocent people like myself. If police officers think that they are above America’s laws, and if they think they are simply legalized violent bullies who can hurt anyone they want to hurt, then America’s police are not better than the police in other countries who also believe they can kill their own citizens for no reason. They are not better than the gangs that kill innocent people for fun. If police behave like violent bully monkeys off the trees, then they should not be allowed to carry guns and night sticks. But thank modern day technology that can record this previous unrecorded behavior by violent bully cops. I was even told that in one town in one country in CA, USA, the cops love to charge poor uneducated Mexicans with crimes they did not commit because hardworking, uneducated Mexicans do not know America’s laws, legal system, and they are to poor to hire a lawyer, so they simple plead out to a lesser charge so they can get on with their lives. But the District Attorneys and their assistants love the numbers of convicted criminals, of false criminal charges. This fact probably applies to all of America’s District Attorneys and their assistants too. Charge innocent people with crimes they did not commit, and then plead them down to a lower charge before they even get to court."
"Are you worried that the police dept and its employees might to try to murder you again?" asked the lawyer.
"Well, why would they waste their time of trying to kill an immortal a second time?"
The court room filled up with laughter from every person in the American court of law.
"Lastly," asked the lawyer. "It has been suggested that you are alive by some supernatural power, because a normal human biological body could not survive a beating and a shooting by so many people, not to mention train police killers. Would you like to explain how you survived such a horrible, horrendous, revolting, and terrifying experience? It can be assumed that the general public would like to know how you are still alive after have most of your bones were broken with long and hard police night sticks, and so many police bullets had actually hit your body. Is there a general message that you would like to give to the whole world that is currently watching you and listening to you on national television, or by computer, radio, etc. " asked the lawyer.
"Well, since you asked." replied the metaphysical biker. Replied the man of God!
Part III. The Lesson for Mankind, for the Future Survival of the Human Species.
Since the beginning of the space - time cosmic universe, there has always been something, an intelligent force that is always pushing everything forward, as in different states and stages of cosmic evolution, for intelligent change, while at the same time, there seems to be two other forces termed order and chaos, constructive and destructive forces, in the cosmic space - time universe. On planet earth, there is also an intelligent force pushing everything forward, for both biological and consciousness evolution, for intelligent change, while at the same time there two forces, life and death, good and evil, constructive and destructive forces. And that is only on the biological side of life on earth. Within the human mind, or human consciousness, there is also an intelligent force pushing many levels of mental realms and consciousness realms forward, for intelligent change, in consciousness evolution, with seemingly the two dualistic forces which are either constructive or destructive decisions, that are being made each second of each day of each year by billions of human beings on planet earth.
There are two types of world leaders, the first type of world leader believes in international intelligent communication to solve world problems and issues. The second type of world leader believes in being a world bully, with their browbeaten and tyrant attitude, with their limited weapons of war, and they do not want to solve any international issues and problems with intelligent communication skills, called international and global diplomacy. This global and international dilemma of the two types of world leaders must merge into global and international agreement that no third world war to every commence. Somehow, the intelligent world leaders have to prove to the monkey off the trees world leaders, one way or another, in any way whatsoever, that global and international violence is not the solution for any global or international issues or problems. Of course, that applies to uneducated emotional religious fanatics too! Those day are long gone, or they should be long gone.
The human species and its future survival does not depend on bigger and better weapons of mass biological destruction. The future survival of the human species depends on a peaceful and metaphysical and even higher levels of spiritual consciousness even while the human species is still biological in nature, and still very limited mentally in nature. The future of the human species will not survive like I survived unless it learns the deeper lessons of life, truth, and love.
I survived death because I have risen in my individual human consciousness to abstract immaterial, spiritual realms of reality which have an impact on my human life as a human being. But my example should be the example for the collective and holistic human species as a whole. Mankind, or the human species, can not fight against the bigger picture of purpose for the existence of the human species after billions of years of cosmic evolution and hundreds of millions of years of earthly life evolution. The grand plan and purpose and goal of the human species and the human consciousness is to rise higher and higher in both the individual and collective human consciousness until the lower animalistic instincts are destroyed, and the collective and holistic human species ascends in consciousness to higher and purer spiritual realms of life and love. In this way, and only in this way, can the global and international human species live in peace and harmony among themselves, and to prepare for the future survival of the many generations to forward in peace and harmony too. In this way, and only in this way, is the future survival of the human species guaranteed!
* "What is God?"
"God is incorporeal, divine, supreme, infinite, Mind, Spirit, Soul, Principle, Life, Truth, and Love." pg. 465 Science and Health, with Key to the Scriptures, By Mary Baker Eddy.
And for more information about those seven terms for God, I suggest a book titled, ‘The Seven Synonyms for God’ by Dr. Max Kappeler. which can be bought and order at the following link.
http://www.kappelerinstitute.org/ And http://kappelerinstitute.org/7synonyms.aspx for the book itself.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to the Whole Wide World. Mr. George D. Patnoe. Jr!
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- George D. Patnoe., Jr!!!
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- When I was in college studying International Economics/Finance, I was also wondering how to develop a more powerful brain. So in 2001,I began a very specialized ambidextrous brain exercise program, for two hours per day,for many years. Those brain exercise began with me writing out words,mostly verbs, with both hands in different patterns.That developed into dual handed sentence writing to longer stories and dual handed drawing exercises.Details are for future books.I did these two hour brain workouts as a personal experiment to restructure my brain's neurons for the purpose of making my brain stronger for writing and language development; for logically creative storying writing.As far as I know, I am the only person in the course of history to have developed these ambidextrous hand/brain exercises.The purpose of these ambidextrous brain exercises is to strenghten both sides of the brain for language skills development, and to connect both sides of the brain together for language skills development. There is a very logical neurological reason for using two hands to write and draw as brain exercises. I also draw with both hands. 52 Stories is my testament!