*Lions, Tigers, and Bears! Oh No! I fell off the Wagon of Positivity the day after Thanksgiving 2017. I was really terrified.
I have had three primary Fathers in my life.
My birth Dad was Rabbi Solomon Goldman. A beloved man to his great grand kids, he was an icon at the local Jewish cemeteries. He could knock out prayers for the deceased as if they were coming straight from God. I witnessed him giving compassion. He shed a tear. The berieved shed tears. I shed tears too.
My second dad was the co-inventor of the word Smoothie. In his 70’s, young body builders came into #HarposHeslthHousebyTheSea. They challenged this apparent Elder Gent, about his age, a few days later, without telling anyone, he snuck away to a Body Building Contest and won a Top Prize. We, who lived with Harpo at his Mission Beach once upon a Time Health Store, had our lives touched for good. (You can watch the story of Harpo in my forthcoming Academy Award Movie). Quick to anger, Harpo was quick to forgive. He had standards. In the world of the french fry, Harpo upheld the integrity of the whole potato.
My third father was a world class charismatic teacher. He was the man who was never satisfied, and spend more than 70 Years of his 92, thriving in the affection and esteem others had for him.
He carried me from bed to bed when I was unable to walk, crippled with arthritis. I ghost wrote a number of his books, And our
thinking about nature and philosophy were so kin, That many times when I read what I had written I found myself paying him compliments for some wordsmithing that I thought he wrote, not realizing I was the author. Late in life, he grew cancer. Doctors told him he was too old for chemotherapy, but he could not hear them. He was hard of hearing.
He recovered from cancer once, taking his own medicine, Nature Cure, as well as Integrative Medicine protocols of his day.
It’s good to remember my father’s, the day after being so terrified by my own human condition that I wasn’t sure I wasn’t metastasizing right on the spot.
I’ve always been fragile when it comes to letting others get under my skin. People who love you mean well, and the desire to see me in surgery to protect my longevity got into me the day after Thanksgiving,
I wasn’t sure I had what it takes to summon the strength and will to do further protocols to shrink a 5.75 mass in my right kidney. I had normalized my kidney function in 100 days, but My Teacher, This diagnosed Rogue Cell Carcinoma, was telling me to buckle down further. I know that my Bowel, and years of IBS toxicity are part of the reason the tumor is still taking up residency.
So everything got to me, including the turkey I ate. It is my funding for the year season. I need to give thanks and trust, and do the work of reaching out.
So how many days do I have left until January 8? If I have not shown I can reduce the abnormal growth through correcting my abnormal growth, I will go under the knife, or...at a minimum the psychic surgeon’s blade.
Yes, I believe in psychic surgery. I once had a loving friend in a sixth generation healer named Feliciano. Until the Law asked jim to Stop That impossibility, I stood by his side as he put his hand two to three inches inside a body to remove tumors. I was there. I saw the blood. I burned the paper blood stained into the fireplace.
I was so elevated by the experience, I went back to Harpo’s and began taking the Bible Feliciano Gave me for a walk every day. Those became my Christian days that turned into the demise of Harpos. Harpo blamed me for his own religious transfiguration. Prayer circles began showing up on Ventura place outside what had turned into my very own inspired restaurant. and Visitors to the beach started to get nervous. We, I am sure interfered with the journey of prostitutes.
We were asked to leave the neighborhood!
So what do you do when The Lions, Tigers, and Bears start screaming in your head and your kidneys start hurting from fear?
I write first when the New Dawn comes.
Today is a day to begin cleaning up my own House.
8:55 am
Thursday
Nov 25, 2017
Got you on my mind:
Sharon Duttle
Kimberly Marooney
Goyo Rodriguez
Write me a song,
Stephen Clark, be the teacher you are and Keep standing up for the good foods of J R Organics CSA Farm.
Alyssa Rodriguez, save me a ticket when you perform on Broadway.
Save the Farm, Rodriguez Cousins,
Dig in. Spend time learning how to grow food from your Elders,
As Joe Sr Rodriguez says, farming begins with building from the ground up.