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Momma's Wisdom
Momma's Wisdom
Date: 7/8/2010 9:28:58 AM ( 14 y ) ... viewed 1104 times
7:05 am
July 8, 2010
I am waiting on Lawrey Jack
my ally in Mark Victor Hansen's
Weatlhy Writer' Wisdom Course
to find time to ground out the details
necessary with the Hirelings,
the talented musicians who helped
produce this great piece of music.
I can see Natan Mallinger,
a really bright and talented new grad
of UCSD, helping Lawrey get this
music into Itunes.
You can get a lot for 99 cents these days
thanks to Steve Jobs.
Lawrey's song is called "Momma's Wisdom."
Gosh I know I need Momma's Wisdom right now.
Can you hear me?
For seven weeks now,
I have been in shreads.
There is a saying in the Holy Books
that Paul died daily.
That is how Saul, the merchant on the way
to Damascus, was transformed into Paul
the marketeer for Christ.
You got to die a lot these days.
We are in the Summer Shift 2010.
Edmond Bordeaux Szekely spoke in terms
of Rancho La Puerta, that was originally
The Essene School of Life, being
The Great Experiment.
Ther Great Experiment continues right here
where we each live.
It continues right here on 1/3 piece of land near
SDSU, within walking distance, where I have this
dream Martin where kids, who will graduate
all screwed up, with no connection to Mother Earth,
having a chance to pull some weeds and get wise.
What is wisdom?
How do we get some?
In these days, we may have to die daily.
One in a lifetime is not enough.
That would be a waste of human life.
2010? We are merely ten years into
a millennium that I see in the year 3000
being noted has having been 1000 years of peace.
Are you with me?
Do you get what is being asked of you?
Do you see what is being asked of me?
I can tell you as best as I know
what is being asked of me.
Maybe that will help you get on
with the greatest sport of all--
That sport is may very well be the World Cup,
but it is also called Earth Ball.
Do you know how to play?
Do you want to remember how to play?
I, and a lot of other great souls,
some living right here on this land where I live
in the city, are here to share with you
through us sharing our Reality Show.
LAST SATURDAY
Last Saturday, I got my guts torn out.
I am still in shock.
Angelene, one of my housemates here,
came to my rescue the the day when she
saw I was about to give up the ghost.
She has been bleeding for more than 12 days.
She needs some activated oxygen, or something
like that, aside for all the FES remedies she has been using
and the essential oil rubs. She may benefit
from some Original Quinton Marine Plasma,
a little mother's blood.
Mark Victor Hansen called me yesterday.
I have known the man for more than 30 years.
I have been caretaking his Seed Dream to
sell 1 billion copies of "Chicken Soup for the Soul,"
an enterprise that has a lot of growth patterns
just as any other Seed Dream i have planted.
This is what happened here last Saturday.
I can only do so much.
Being manager of this place is a full time job.
We are overgrown, literally with what appears
a jungle. We are a an actual jungle of overgrowth
that is so disturbing to some our housemates
they they cannot even step into our backyard.
I reached out to a homeless grad of the Univesity
of Chicago, one of the many nameless who are
may be seeking "Momma's Wisdom" to get grounded,
but may not yet know it.
She seemed gentle when she came a few weeks ago.
I payed her $30.00 that helped feed the old truck
on its last breath.
She was a sweet guide, very gentle.
Fast forward a week or so later.
I wanted her to take on some of the overgrowth.
I knew she had the balls to do it.
She showed too much balls.
I felt mine were stolen.
Natan, the new knight on the block,
is just getting his apprenticeship here
in Community Living.
Community Living?
This is something very few of us grock.
You have to do it to get it, really.
Between the one singing the
Song for the Homeless (SH) and Natan,
and with the help of some of our
nifty high cutting tools, SH took
100% charge.
I was in favor of the massive cutback
in our natural economy. Truly there
was overgrowth.
But, SH, in my opinion, is also a victim
of undergrowth. Undergrowth, as I see
it, can only be resolved through "Momma's Wisdom."
Dr. Bernard Jensen and Edmond Bordeaux Szekely
really knew "Momma's Wisdom."
HERE IS AN EXAMPLE OF MOMMA's WISDOM
So SH was the director.
She failed to recognize that I have
been living on this land since 1983.
I live and breathe with some of these plants.
There was a stand of Peppermint Geranium from
South Africa attempting to cover up a cement wall
right on our porch. This stand is part of our
burgler alarm system.
This is the Plot as another housemate would say.
There is the cement wall.
I call it ugly. it is made of those Cinder blocks stacked.
Once upon a time, for more than ten years,
The entire wall was covered with a mass of
green Peppermint Geraniums. it totally covered both sides.
Momma had completely covered that wall.
Every spring, the Peppermint Geraniums would put
out their happiness, profuse bouquets of little delicate
flowers that in the form of fairies.
Visitors to this Enchanted Garden,
I would lead them to that spot, ask them to bend
down, give them the opportunity to bruise one of the leaves.
They will inhale a most delicious fragrance.
The fragrance alerted them to the Reality that
they were entering a different world.
They would be infused with a wild mass of green
in the shape of heart felt fuzzy leaves that
were pennenial in nature.
Peppermint Scented Geranium's do not need much.
The stand successfully stood for more than seven years,
but then, I needed a new housemate.
I welcomed one of the new variety of gardeners
into the house, one of the new breed of put everything
in its place, and a place for everything.
The Peppermint Scented stand of Geranium was already
in its place, but there was a slight bit of undergrowth,
the kind that Dr. Bernard Jensen and Edmond Bordeuax
acknowledged when they spoke of things like
the power inherent whole, pure, and natural,
and Omni-lateral thinking.
Can you get it?
It is possible for you to see, my dear
Seed Planter, that we live in community
with more than what is just visible on this Earth?
There are, to use Essene Technology
and Terminology, bands of Cosmic as well
as Terrestrial Vital Forces,
that keep us one with Momma's Wisdom.
There is as Szekely pronounced,
a Science of Angelology that is contentedly
doing its best to thrive here among us,
covering our walls, if we merely enter into
conscious community with it.
BACK TO LAST SATURDAY
I am the Enchanted Gardener of this place.
I seek more. I want more Enchanted Gardeners here.
I would like this place to help support the dreams
of no less than 144,000 Enchanted Gardeners
in the world.
I thought I had prepped SH enough.
I noted she was a kind person, but when we
each garden, how we garden is a reflection
of our how we see the world.
SH began, her talkover of our front yard,
not with a drum, not with Sacred Prayer,
but with a notation of a story.
She told how once upon a time,
she had been called in to clear up the clutter
of a hoarder. She forced that issue, and boldly
did the that job, but turned into the Sacrificial Lamb.
What she did was not appreciated.
She was later kicked out from that Garden.
Where work was not appreciated.
Then, she planted a Seed.
She told me, that she was not sure
I would be able to handle what had to be done
here at the Enchanted Garden
on this very day.
I certainly did not want to block human process.
The front yard, in her eyes, was a desacration
of something between order and a block to preventing
some of our housemates from being able to
enter the front yard without meeting with an eyesore.
She saw the overgrowth as an expression of
unsightly breaking of Middle Class Values.
IF she had her way, the house front would be revealed.
The trees would be cut out and away.
I did not get the scope of her vision.
I made the error, that I did not know at the time,
of not slowing her down to fully express
the little places on that front yard
that were Sacred places where Nature
was in charge.
Then, SH proceeded with her takeover.
She was in charge.
My very presence was considered
a violation. I felt like a misfit.
I was later defined as someone who was
hovering over her experienced leadership,
someone who was the criminal who had
violated middle class values of property garden
management.
Who was she?
Did I not see her?
In here own eyes, she was an experienced
disacknowledged, landscaper,
a person who had done similar jobs for years.
Did I not know that?
Did I now see, in my shortsighted vision
how competent, how professional,
how capable, how in charge she was?
THE SHIFT IN OUR FRONT YARD
I was caught in a speechless bind.
I wanted the cutback, but I also
did not want the Peppermint Geranium
space and the Job's Tear patch to
be touched. Those were my ideas.
There was no prethought
or asking, "are there any areas
I am not to cut back?"
None of that.
She immediately applied some kind
of unspoken Tabula Rasa.
There was no history here.
Her style was to removed everything from
the front yard, so she could see more clearly
what needed to be done.
I attempted to communicate that we had an automatic
watering system in place in the front yard.
It needed some repair. It had holes.
It the rush to move progress forward,
I was not given time to identify the lines.
My preference would have been, to show
where the leaked needed to be mended.
Instead, Natan was told to remove all the
existening lines. I at first had some silent
objection, but there was no council, no
quiet sitting before hand with myself or
other members of our community.
Natan began yanking.
He was a mess.
He yanked. He yanked.
The rubber in front of the wall
was entangled with the Peppermint
Scented Geraniums.
SH was defended the grounding
of what is Right in the world.
I was someone resistent Right Order.
She was someone correcting a bad
condition, a violation.
I could not express myself.
I was overtaken, two to one.
The rubber was yanked out of the
Peppermint Geranium patch,
disturbing all the undergrowth.
Clippers were not moving at 60 miles an hour.
I did not want the Scented Peppermint Geranium patch
touched.
She was not to be the state of the garden.
There was something wrong with me.
Did I not know that this was a leggy plant
that did not grow this way?
Peppermint Scented Geranium:
Cut away the top, and underneath
you will find a mass of roots and wires of
going this way and that.
Take away the top layer of green
and you find dead things,
Yuck! You find deteriorating
things that others call humus.
You find decaying old leaves.
Horrors! Horrors! No doubt
even germlife? God only knew.
This had to be cleared.
This had to be medal racked!
This had to be manicured to the Ground Zero!
On my God!!!!
And here was this limping,
perturbed man hovering,
attempting to stop the Landscaper
director, completent director.
Oh my God!!!
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