Live for the Day!
It’s been a while since I have even looked at this site. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I was lost and scared. I just had to go and figure out how to move on through this world without my Dad. You know, it is pretty tough growing up and what I have learned is that we never really ever stop growing up. Growth is a continual process. I really find some serious beauty in that. I can’t wait to see what comes next with each new person I meet or place I go. You never know what is around the corner. It keeps things moving. It keeps me learning.
It was rough letting go and relying on myself to figure this one out. I always turned to my Father for help. I always relied on his wisdom to get me through tough times and I didn’t know where to go. I felt like a kid at K-Mart who got lost and was wondering around the store scared out of her mind. I was use to driving over to Richmond where I could go see that simple look I needed in my Father’s eyes. He could always open my heart and my mind. He always had a way of helping you find in yourself just what it was you were looking for… Most of the time your inner strength could be found. I remember thinking “what the hell am I suppose to do now?”
When I was going to Church I was suppose to rely on the Lord to get me through the rough times. I was supposed to rely on the lord to show me the way. “The Lord” never did anything for me and the Church just scared the shit out of me. I chose to rely on my Dad to help me find my way and when he died I realized that we can rely on each other to a certain point, but ultimately, we have what it takes to find our own way. There is always Love that lives inside of us. I have met so many wonderful people. Amazing people that never had a father or a mother to rely on and yet they found their own way. For me it took losing my Father for me to realize that I can find my own way and if you wanna get biblical I am the way, I am the truth and I am the light…we all are.
I see that out of the ground a flower will grow. I also know that I can have my body turned to ash and the earth will absorb it back into that very same ground that the flower grew out of and in the beautiful cycle of life my BEAUTIFUL body will help the next flower grow. That flower serves some sort of purpose on earth and so do I and so does every other living thing. It is so easy to quit fearing death. We can’t change it and it is going to happen. I will die having no regrets and having no shame. I was made exactly the way I was meant to and no one can control that. I can hear the Beatles singing now…”We are only waiting for the moment to arrive.” Some of us are waiting to die and some of us are living to die. I choose to live so that I can die.
Put your bibles down and dip your feet in the water. Lay back on the grass, enjoy the cool water and just be. Live for the day.
It is true that we never stop growing kid, but you were never alone in your growth. You have been lost and scared many times in your life with or without your father, but you always had the answers in your heart to know the path to take. It won’t be in the next person you meet, the next corner that you will learn, but it will be that others will learn from you.
You felt that you let go to know what you hold, and I know that you hold what can’t be held. I couldn’t give a shit about his religious beliefs, and you know that, but I danced with you and him to see the truth of his heart.
I can tell you Mindy that church , marriage , children and this life in general scared the crap out of your dad as it dose almost everyone.
I have spoken many times as to why I would begin a journey to understand the fearless eyes I saw in your father at the end of his life. It was not because I thought he was a special man because I believed myself to be as special as him, but it was because I saw something different then the eyes of man ever offered me.
You need to hear this kid. I laid in the same bed with your daddy, I fought the same night mares, I learned to love like him, and I thought I knew how to die like him. We were fearless in life but he was fearless in death because he knew his heart wouldn’t die. He can’t speak to your mind but he is in your heart with every beat it ever took kid. I spoke with a crazy heart for two years because of love kid. Dance on without fear. http://youtu.be/DN4ZDjFGUB0
The amazing part of the mind is that it can only survive within the parameters of its reality. If circumstances take it beyond those boundaries it will refuse to accept truth of its environment. Mankind has found many drugs that limit his ability to see beyond with the greatest being the bible, but as man evolved past the lies of that he found drugs, sex, false compassion, and finally he felt Grace and said I can live here. And within GRACE he said I am one, but he was only one with himself, and that was better then being less then one with all others. So now as many as not languish in the quagmire of human desire, and as many as not wonder in the truth of the heart embellished by the warmth of there mind.
The reality of the human mind is that it is better protected by the teachings of Man. The reality of the human spirit is that it is always protected by the teaching of Christ, but few have entered that gate. DAM YOU BRO.
For me it seems to always go back to the world being an illusion and human life is the reality. We go to work (illusion). We are trained (illusion) by our leaders/boss (human life is real) to think we are suppose to do a job a certain way…most of the time their way. Going outside of that makes you crazy (illusion)…makes you wrong (illusion)…unless of course it makes them money (illusion)…then it is ok. We are conditioned to believe in someone else’s religion (illusion). We are conditioned to think we are male/female (illusion) and we are conditioned to be called by our birth names.
We have an inner “god” and it is always speaking to us. That inner “god” is reality. It is the spirit within that we should acknowledge and not the surface stuff like how tall we are, how smart we are, how much money we make, how skinny we are or how disabled we are. That stuff is the illusion.
As fathers day approaches today I ask myself a question I have ask many times, ‘ what did my father think of me?’, and the answer always came back that he loved me very much, but it didn’t completely answer the question of what my father thought of me as a man.
I think this is a question many sons ask after they have had there father pass away. Today my brother’s son stepped into my office. There he stood, a tall, strappingly good looking young man, with a big smile on his face like his father always had. We talked for a while and the conversation was dominated by all the things going on in his life with his children as he beamed with pride.
The question that I ask myself is a subtle question that speaks beyond the question of love, it speaks to the unanswerable questions that even if my father was alive I would not necessarily know the answer to my question. The question asks would he believe I have meet my potential, am I all, more, less, then he saw in me, am I without fault in his eyes?
I know what my fathers answer would be, he would say that I am perfect in his eyes and that he loves me unconditional and without judgment, but even with that my question would lay unanswered as long as I am not willing to ask that question in my heart.
Within my heart I knew the only son of God never needed to ask that question, because his father never died, but I also know that in the truth of love my father never died either, and within that answer I can rest in a mind that I am perfect to him.
My last thought about Fathers day is that I like the idea that even in your bibles the only son of God got a little pissed at daddy and said “hollycrapoli pop have you forgotten about me?” Mat 27: 46, and this fathers response is “ No son, not for a day, a minute, or the moment between our heartbeats”. http://youtu.be/BvsX03LOMhI
“To learn and never be filled, is wisdom; to teach and never be weary, is love.”
I don’t know that ill right here again, I probably will because it was a place so treasured by my brother, but I wonder know after so many years of trying to understand his search just how precious it would be to him. I have watched the stone throwers, the temple builders, and I found most of mankind on the outside of the glass temples of houses they try to destroy as they see themselves on the inside of the temple of there God.
Man roars with the authority of scriptures that God is the word, man screams with the gift of Grace that Jesus Christ Saves, Man welds a sword slinging blood of all that cant hear the true word of God from the words of there bible. Man praises the Father and the Son, in there bibles, there temples, there gift of grace, but seldom seek to know the only TEACHER of the truth of the creator.
Man has become acclimated, comforted, convinced, and assured of his truth whether it is from the laws, the prophets, the gift of grace, from the son of God. Man has found his way to live this life until death and let others live there’s out of tolerance of there sinful ways but he still hasn’t found his TEACHER of truth as he raises villages in the name of God, dances his three score and ten in the name of grace, shuns all that don’t read the bible of his lord. He has not found the TEACHER of truth because his mind told him to stop looking.
I began my journey denying your God, your bible. I began looking for something greater then Man. I looked at you and was sorely disappointed, I looked at many of your bibles and found them conflicting, confusing, and conditional, I looked for your heavenly God, and he was not found, I sat silent in the dark and thought of having a wafer and a sup of wine placed in my mouth by one of your ministers, and found a better TEACHER of truth in the spider web at the bottom of my beer.
I found a few angels along my journey, and with an unbelievable trust that I thought was lost from my mind I met the only TEACHER OF TRUTH that can discern all that has been prepared for us. I was not Jesus, he is dead, it was not my brother he is dead, it was not any biblical prophet they are dead it was not any disciples they are dead, it was not a minister a bible a church for they are dead or crumbling back to the earth. IT WAS THE ONLY THING THAT LIVES TO TEACH ME, it was the Holly Spirit of Christ. The same spirit created on the sixth day of creation, and given to all mankind at Calvary, with the same love.
This has not been an easy dance for a skeptical like me, and I know many have danced for thirty fourty years or more to believe they know the truth of there heart. I KNOW I GOT YOUNG ANGELS that are happy dancing in circles to the trust of death in there mind, and I know im not going to change the tempo of there song till the walk to the center of there dance floor and find the only TEACHER of eternal life.
MC is asking for the last word tonight. He says I came to you master as a young Tom cat and I grew to love the hand I would scratch. I learned to lay at your feet and purr us both to sleep, and I am only asking to share the truth of a cat’s heart: I don’t trust his bony ass but I am to weary not to finally let him speak the last word.
MC SAYS: I sat upon a wall of rock and a dark angel of the stormy night sent bolts of light across my sky till the form of a man was seen in distance by my eye. I whispered a soft cry and in my voice he spoke to me. YOU SAID FEAR NOT FOR THOU HAS FOUND FAVOR WITH THIS MASTER, but as the skies rumbled I still stared at you in fear, and wondered why you would not kill me when I have killed so many. YOU WHISPERED AGAIN AND I CAME CLOSER, as I spoke the only language I knew and you seemed to know my heart.
As my heart began to pound I darted into the night, but returned again to the rock, and again there you stood as I spoke to you in the only voice I could and found you with a velvet voice I knew to be the purr of a mothers love, the love I knew I could trust. So I stepped from my rock and walked to a hand that promised a place free of fear, hunger, cold, thirst, starvation, and I bite, scratched, hissed at your hand as it still was held out to me.
Over time as you rubbed my ears and I curled at your feet I pulled my claws in and we became one. I still looked at you with awh and fear as I wondered why can you love so much, as I look at the nature of myself and wonder how the love of a master could render me clawless to you.
We are growing old master but how many tom cats could have loved a chicken, dressed up and danced as MC Hammer, reprogrammed your computer to type pussy, and stayed with you till the end of time.
Thank you Master for giving me the last word, and if you wouldn’t mind would you put “U CANT TOUCH THIS” on because your taste in music sucks.
http://youtu.be/manxPVTLth8
THERE IS NO god dammed cat that will have the last word in my life time. For life begets life, and I am the alpha and the omega. I am what stand in the darkness that light that streaks through your life, and I am the master over the fish that swims, the snakes that crawl and the cats that purr for I am the caretaker of all created life.
You were held my little friend by the spirit I was born with not the flesh I live in for if only the flesh of my mind I would have skinned you boiled your flesh for a soup, for that is the truth of man you feared, but not the truth of man you knew. Screw Hammer. The isley bros were kickin it before most kittens knew fur grew on a true tom cats balls. http://youtu.be/VL9xOLpwI0I
Mans truth is neither black or white its always gray, but Gods truth is CLEAR:
I see most of humans as divide into two groups. They are like potato farmers, one says put the eyes of the seed potatoes down to the earth and it will grow, the other farmer says just put the dam seed potato in the ground and it will grow. Both farmers are right, but one has strict rule to produce life, and the other has none to produce the same life. The truth is that with out Seed Potatoes and tenderness neither can’t be a potato farmer.
From the beginning man wanted life, and it didn’t matter where he was, he could be an aboriginal of some unnamed island, a tribesman from the darkest depth of a jungle, or the prairies of an uncharted land and inside he found a need to worship something greater then himself to live on this earth.
The world we live in if you believe the literal word of your bible began with one man formed from dirt life was breathed into him, but he was not offered the promise or the knowledge of eternal life because he didn’t need it as he was not aware of death.
Most believe that 7000 years ago this man and his woman ate from some tree, and then became aware of death sin, guilt, on and on, but none seem to know how long before that did this man and woman live in a garden of love. YOUR BIBLE SAYS that he created both male and female in his own image long before he created this man that ate some apple pie, and it says he told them to be fruitful and multiply. So it would seem that the world the earth was being supplied by the true spirit of god in the image of his love.
Man of today’s reality wants you to believe that you began 7000 years ago, and I believe that your mind did. The knowledge of all the fear guilt hate anger and Death did, but the belief in life began long before the memory of any man, and lingers in every man, and will until all mankind know the spirit of the image he is made in.
I really don’t know yet how to explain all that I am trying to say here, but I know that your written history will only take you as far back as the words of man, but your heart will carry you to the pantheism of a beginning that is only left in your heart.
I do not worry about those that have no need for God, or have not considered him in there mind. I have no worry for those that live in the reality of there mind, and plan for death. I worry not for those that have found peace in the words of man by the grace of Christ, from the beads of repentance, body and blood of crackers and juice, as the pray to Christ. I don’t worry about the potato planters with rules, or the ones that dance gracefully down the rows tossing there seed hither and fro. I don’t worry because I know all will in time hears the truth of love from beyond the limits of there mind I JUST hope they know that no true farmer plants his seed with death in MIND, for any seed that falls from his tender hand falls to earth with love.
Every man before he had Mind had the truth of his creation with in for it was knitted in his soul. Palms 139: 13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb. Even when man didn’t always understand what he was saying he understood what he was feeling. http://youtu.be/dael4sb42nI
When I was fourteen, my dad lost his job, we celebrated Christmas in the only home I had memory of, I got to start at the last basket ball game before Christmas break in the only school of friend I had ever known, and during the Christmas break we traveled to a new world and set up home, just Me, my two brothers, and a mom and dad that I was not very happy with as I stood in what I seemed to be alone in a world I didn’t understand.
I RECALL, brother Andy being distant as though I had lost my protector for he too had left a world he knew and a girl he loved, my little brother adjusted the best, he entered this new world with a smile and a zest, and it wasn’t long till his choice was to walk on the opposite side of the street then with me.
From the first day in my new world it was not good. On the first day of the first class in my new school I heard a boy say “hey curly”, and without hesitation I said to him “my names not curly and if you call me that again ill kick your ass” and of course he said hey curly many times. I SAID AFTER SCHOOL, HE SAID CATTLE BARNS. I knew what after school meant, but I didn’t know what cattle barns meant. A little guy sitting beside me with a whisper said it’s across the street past the basket ball barn, and I thought god damm I gotta have directions to fight in this pissy ass town.
When that class ended people stayed away from me like I was a leper the rest of that day. As the last class ended I walked out the door of that school hating everything on earth and just wanting to go home to the life I had always known, but as my mind swirled to cut and run that same boy said the barns are over there as he pointed in the distance.
This boy walked with me telling me about how this boy is mean his name is Gail Hobart. I remember being so frightened, he was big, and he had such a big nose, he was fat, and he had all these friends, and I was alone.
As I approached the crowd they began to encircle me and he step into the ring of my fear and I felt so alone. I realized at that point that there was no turning back and I only had two choices. ONE, to submit to him and forever be known as the cowardice curly boy, or to stand and fight and have my true name known.
In that moment fear subside. I HEARD HIM CALLING “come on curly boy” come on curly boy, and my mind went to the only thing I new to be true, and that was the words of my father saying “if you must defend yourself, then don’t chew the rag”.
I DIDN’T MOVE closer to him but he kept walking towards me, and when he was within arms length I hit him in the most intimidating nose I have ever known. BLOOD GUSTED and he dropped to his knees with tears flushing from his eyes as the crowd cheered, and I suddenly had more friends then I had ever known from my other world.
I think I knew at that moment that I could walk alone, and probably would most of my life. I think I knew at that moment that only family could be my friend and only them if they knew my name, for the only man that stood in that circle besides ME that day was my Father.
I don’t know when we begin to know the truth of life, but I know it requires that we walk to the center of our dance floor alone, and the only cheer you will hear is the one in your heart. I know that fear is a cultured trait of man, and the lack of it is the faith in something that greets you in the loneliest parts of life. I know the moment that all will know your Name, I KNOW who is taking you home from your dance floor, and I know in that moment the only cheer you will hear is from the truth within as you dance with ME. http://youtu.be/n-XQ26KePUQ
In the interest of truth, honesty, clarity, transparency im going to offered you a bit of information about my life that with no doubt you will wish to cover your eyes and ears, and go lalalala lalala, till I am done, as you scream 2MUCH InFO doug! And I hope I can explain when im done why I think it is important that you hear this.
When I was 15 or 16 I was sitting on the sofa in my home with my mother, and I kept itching. It had been going on for days, and I didn’t think much of it, but it was starting to Bug me. As I itched my eyebrows something fell into my hand so small it was barely visible. So I said to my Mom what do you think this is? She took one look and I saw her eyes look as though I had a disease that would kill all humanity by the end of the week.
I said what’s the matter? And she said you got CRABS! My mind was trying to understand what that meant because I didn’t know what crabs were from scurvy. Once she made me aware that I wasn’t going to die from them I settled down but she was frothing trying to know who I was having unprotected sex with, and talking about thing like rubbers and stuff I was aware of but really didn’t want to talk to her about, but figured she was the only one who knew how to get rid of these crab things.
Finally she said with them eyes that you knew not to question, “ GO TO THE DRUG STORE AND TELL THE PHARMACIST YOU HAVE CRABS!” I tried one “but mom.., and got a GO NOW!”
I walked in the drug store and went to the back to the pharmacist, and waited till I thought no one would hear me. I told the man I had crabs and my mom sent me here for treatment. The pharmacist hollered to the other man working saying in a loud voice “HEY THE KIDS GOT CRABS!” I stood their as my face went burning red. THE MAN said do you know how to get rid of crab’s kid? I said no, HE LAUGHT LOUDLY, and said well you gotta have a bag of Moth balls so you’ll need a bag and a pair of tweezers because those Moth balls are mighty small.
Finally after they had there fun they sent me home with what I needed. After some baths and a lot of laundry the problem was solved, but after forty some years the source of them bugs is going to stop by and say hi to me tomorrow.
I got a call this weekend from a couple gals I haven’t seen in 4 decades, and I can assure you with transparency, clarity, truth, honesty and love ill hug them just like I did forty years ago, when I see them.
I spent a lot of time tonight to share an old story with all the truth of that memory, and the reason I did it was so that you would understand how I have been for the last two years. I spoke from my heart. I have said it the way I feel it. I didn’t hide, holdback, paint it in a favorable color, I just shared life as I knew it. I KNEW THAT TO HEAR ME YOU WOULD HAVE TO HEAR THE TRUTH OF MY HEART, otherwise you’re just the PHARMACIST, not the boy, not the mom, not the girl, in the truth of life.
Stop pretending that you don’t hear a truth beyond your mind. Stop pretending that you will find any truth in the realm of this life. Stop pretending it is not your naked sole that only OUR hearts can know as one.
#1 you speak different names for your different Gods, but you don’t see Me as He.
#2 you see yourself as the carved image of the heavens and the earth, but yet hold the hand of a descendent of sin.
#3 you preach the lords name and adorn him with fear and love but can’t see how vain you speak his name.
#4 You worship on the seventh day and call it rest as you speak from that day forward, denying that all mankind was made in the image of god before your next word.
#5 You cant see that in the procreation of man and woman of flesh and blood offers you the tenure of life of 3 score and ten, but not the eternal spirit of life.
#6 You watch as governed laws kill and allow the death of babies, and political leaders slaughter in the name God and country.
#7 You define adulteration as between a man and woman, as you righteously condone the separation without the thought of adulteries of love between man and the truth of life.
#8 you spread herbicides on my earth, swallow in your inheritance from coins made from lies, and sanction all to be righteous in the government of Man, but see your self above a thief.
#9 You see yourself above others whether prestigiously, intellectually, morally, religiously, and when the timing is right you point your finger at your neighbor.
#10 You have coveted any man that claims to have ever lasting life if that life is not yours. MAN would covet my dog if he spoke the words of everlasting life.
You are probably thinking by now that you would rather have a case of CRABS then to listen to me much more, but what I know is that you would rather share a point of view on abortion, war, divorse, lying, cheating, stealing, then to share that you had an STD any time in your life, or to speak to the overwhelming truth from your heart that don’t have words pretended from your mind.
I hope I gave you the blue ointment of life my friends, but if I missed your heart ill still hug your itchy mind as I fly on wings the giggle in the tickle of your heart.
Love, Brother Doug http://youtu.be/kPBzTxZQG5Q
MC SAYS: I have listened to my master babble for years now about love, brothers, and all this crap that offers some special way of life greater then me eating the head off a bird or nailing some stupid squirrel when he is suckin on his nuts, and im thinking he anit got a clue about life.
I MEAN COME ON! I lay around all my life until I decide to forage in the world I love. My master worries all the time that I cant perceive the dangers of my life as he swills his beer and stares into some starry nights. He rubs my ears and speaks to me in a voice that lack cohesion to the nature of my life as I enter the truth of the jungle I live in.
As I return to him in the morning light with dew on my fur and the fear of the night in my eyes he opens the door to my trembling heart and welcomes me with the warmth of his heart, and again as I lay comforted in his lap as I wonder why.
My mind sees man as the stupidest animal to walk my earth, but my heart sees some of them to be greater then I can be. I knew a Buddhist chicken and thought I knew love, but that clucker left me for a distant love, I meet a cat of the catholic faith, and the lack of birth control left my paws swarming with overwhelmed kitten control. I meet a coyote with green eyes, and she licked my ears till I thought here is love never dies, but as I turned to hold her those green eyes turned red, and I knew cat hair lined her Satan bed.
I wondered in the basement of life till a metal cage held a can of tuna fish and I ended on a rock wall staring at a funny looking animal that spoke a language a religion that even clucky never spoke. IT WAS A HUMAN GUY that said “ill show you love” if you will accept. So I let him touch me, hold me, caress me, but I still wondered in the night will he be there tomorrow when I come with dewy fur and scared eyes? And he was, but I can’t trust the truth I saw in my heart, because I still see the red eyes of life.
I don’t know how to deal with the animals in a dam cats mind. it would be easy for me to just lock the door and leave him in the mind he was born with, but i am incline to seek his heart, beyond the thoughts he has always known, for if i don’t he can only wounder alone, or bed with the eyes of red.
As a man it is not saving the last tiger on earth, the last whale in our oceans, or the last dam cat at my door. IT IS HEARING THE NEXT HEART THAT STANDS ON MY WALL.
That stupid dam cat wont hear me, and maybe you wont either, but ill stand at the door till your dew covered soul comes to lay with me at the feet of love.
CHiCkeN fEatHeREd ChRiSt
I think I am struggling in my spiritual journey. I began my journey with a mind overwhelmed in grief, and wanted to understand something that I had never allowed myself to think about. I wanted to understand if there was more to life then the reality we all live within so I did something that contradicted all that I lived by. I LISTENED with a reality of truth, and I said to myself if you travel this path then you must be open to share what you hear. I don’t know why I felt that was so important, but I knew if I sit silent with what I sought to hear then even I wouldn’t hear it.
I clamored at first just trying to understand all your books, the order of them, the people in them, and the sequence of all the pertinent events that would give me the truth. I was told some things are metaphorical, some are historical, others are prophesized by laws, and commandments, and it is by faith you will know this heavenly father, but I didn’t start this journey to know God. I started it to know a truth of life that I didn’t already know. One that didn’t involve death, for I had that in my reality, one that didn’t involve pain, cause I knew that too, one that was absent of war, disease, hate, guilt, fear, greed, hunger, for in that pond I could swim.
Over and over I wanted to stand on the ground from which I began, but I keep walking and sharing crazy words of how I felt. I felt embarrassed in front of you as I felt you feel that of me, but I walked on. I felt stupid in front of you, as I heard you silently wanting to explain your truth to my perceived ignorance of your lord, but I walked on.
I kept going back to your bibles looking for truth of life, but for every scripture of life I could find one that offered death, for every miracle of Jesus I could find a plague, but I walked on.
I looked in the hearts of man never touched by bibles, such as me, never influenced by human teaching of prophets and disciples, such as me, and I began to know the purity of the MAN that always sought the WORD of a creator.
Creation didn’t need a bible to explain it; creation was in THE WORD of God. All your great prophets Daniel, Ezekiel Isaiah took into there heart THE WORD of God and gave it to you from there mind in a way you didn’t hear it or even wrote it down in a bible right, but you worshiped it to a place so far from the creator that you think it is in death that THE WORD is known.
I told you when I began that I am struggling in this journey, because I know either im dancing on butterfly wings, or im grown feathers of a Christ seldom heard by Man, and what scares me is that its butterfly wing, and I will still walk on.
I tried to know your spiritual, religious, promises of life. I tried to hear your promises of love for all. I tried to hear the way the world will be blessed in the words you share, and I walked away wondering if the land I stepped from is better the land I stand on today.
As I struggle to understand man, I find as I step off the path of my journey I don’t hear the calling words of man. I hear The WORD of God, and it doesn’t speak in volumes of biblical words. It just whispers LOVE.
Man says, Id rather beat a child to death then love him to life, and his bible taught him that. PRV 13: 24 Whoever spares the rod hates their children,
but the one who loves their children is careful to discipline them.
My wife and I were discussing the hardships of rearing children today verses in our day. The conversation began from one she had with an elderly lady at the nursing home that raised five boys, two of which became preachers. She told my wife that her boys learned to respect at the end of a switch, and they were all good boys.
As a child I remember that kind of rearing also, but when I became a parent I tried to whip my kids into obedience and I found myself more beat then them. I finally said if it hurts me to do it then it is wrong, and I broke from the past and probably was too lenient of a parent in both there and my eyes.
As a boy I remember my last whipping. I was caught smoking and dad took his belt off and laid three whacks on my ass, and when he was done I turned and looked at him with the same steely eyes he had seen from his dad that beat him without mercy. MY EYES WERE GLASSY, but shared no tears, and he said I will never whip you again, and I knew that to be true.
My father had learned from a razor strap all he knew about raising children, and the best he could he past that on to his sons, but he married an Angel that held onto his wrist as he swung, and he raised three boys that couldn’t weld a whip without a tear, and we raised a village that only knows love.
Tomorrow ill be babysitting the next generation of love, and I can assure you that if there is a welt on his ass it will be because he chose to pee in itchy weed with pawpaw saying don’t pee there. He is four years old, and there will never be days in his life that he will hear from someone he loves say ill never whip you again, because the chain of love continues to grow.
We all need to learn the truth of life and it can bite, but it’s better if the teacher has a bottle aloe then a whip in his hand. It’s better if the teacher is teaching LOVE in an itchy patch of weeds then to beat an incent mind into the shadows of mans woods.
I know the young parents are saying that I am too old to understand, and the world they want for there young is in the heart of love that they know, but I know, you wont beat, plead , kowtow, scare, or convince the next generation that man is the ruling power of truth, because they have heard the lies too well, but unless they know the path of truth is only by love they will wonder in a meaning less trail of confusion pissing in itchy weed till someone touches them with the aloe of TRUE LOVE. http://youtu.be/9muzyOd4Lh8