Save ONE

SAVE ONE....

GET ready to feel offended if you think I might know what I am talking about in this blog....

GET ready to feel offended if you think I am completely full of s**t.

I am not trying to convince myself or you or anybody of anything I write here... and the truth is... especially today... I don't really want to write this.

But... I have to .

and it all comes down to this....

If you want to save the world... start by saving ONE person.

and if you are confused about who that might be... look in the mirror... and if you think it worked , to a degree, that first project....

then be careful how you practise your attempts to save others...but practise anyway, with disgression... and how about starting with a smile, an unconditional smile...in the mirror, then in the mirror of life...long distance?

If that worked, you may not know it... but without trying, almost without even a sacrifice...you may have saved ONE more... then try saving ONE more... after that... if you see, over time that it lasted..

what do I mean by "save"...How about shining a light on something somebody else has, unique to them, that they may forgotten, they can offer? How about not pretending or acting or dreaming up, but actually seeing a part of them they yearn to have reflected? Or...how about helping them feel the courage to discover such things, if you can't see them? a reason to go forward...How about that? I realize the word "save is a loaded word"... bettter for a person to feel as if they are of value than walking around in emptiness.

If you do succeed, it probably won't be for any of the process or the resuilts, or reasons, or the ideas of how, or the methods... or WHAT YOU idolize as the goal...it probablly WILL be because of the intent... EVEN if the RESULTS seem like failure... the intent will carry a life forward with hope...if it ever works. Something to look forward to, beyond the steel and gray.

and if you DO succeed in saving that one person, yourself... or another person, somebody else......

you may have easily saved as many as 33 people's lives in the process.

There won't be any badges. There won't be any award ceremonies...or stars in the sidewalk...you might not even know you make a difference... or how much of a difference you made...

It just so happens that the better you get at doing it, the less aware you or anyone else might be that you did anything.

and if they guess what your intent is, ALL the more reasons, you might want to discourage them from noticing any of it...

Call it the love of Jesus, or the path of renunciation, or healing process, or actualized human-care... call it anything you want...

If it ever works, whatever you do, for someone else... you finally start to see that you regain a part of yourself...you shed a light on your own value, as well as your won bulls**t...and you ultimately will benefit more.

Now that I've said that...

The first thing I can tell you for sure...is this... it's not about you.

That's not why I had to write this...Considering any part of this to be true, it is a conviction of myself... my own path, my last 40 years of of efforts, and my future efforts. And the quality of my intent.

And ONLY if any of it rings true for you...do you know the part inside yourself that also stands convicted and only you know... in that empty part you wished were filled up today... the part separated... wwe all have parts of ourselves and our lives we yearn to share with others... If you could ever try to do better, then face it... and breathe...But don't get all excited that you can be a better person. Only time will tell...the proof is in the pudding... Only lasting results count...More people have been killed in the path of "good" and in the name of religion, ...than anywhere else...

How about a wrench in the machine? A whistle blower... the person who suggests the world is round?

We are all walking on the FLAT of this world, ... I haven't flown far enough to see the earth's curve... No matter where you go, there you are... It has to start where you stand. With the next breath...





By now you have seen some of the video of that kid in Virginia.

The one who did the movie version, so similar to Swatzenegger, Willis, thousands of others... we've paraded and worhipped as role models.

All eulogizing the last remnants of success thrugh trying to fix the world with force... the same way we inundate, yes WE, inundate & teach all our children to the drama of physical force over problems, challenges, difficulties... as a method for muddling through failure... through media and our favored fictional role models.

Look into the eyes of that person in Virginia on that home video tape... notice the inner shame, the isolation... the loneliness...Wait a couple of years and you will see that the next generation will pcik him out as ahero, too... the same way some worship Manson...

We all know how it mimmicks what we have all agreed works, and has turned into the same solution this culture claims will get the prize...the oscar... the blockbuster awards....It has nothing to do with talent, it has to do with your PR firm... send out a lot of key video clips to key influential freinds and associates, and you too can claim your gold statue...The true visionary films or important documents, breakthroughs of this world exist, but they surface 20 to 30 years later... the film 2001, for example, the film "it's a wonderful life"... there's hundreds more examples, you can find them the day they are released, but you have to see beyond the illusion of fashion, pr, the game...

Our biggest blockbuster heros, the sameones who look silly when they can't evenhold a conversation on a talk show... the two fisted gun slingers, the ones our society parades to our children... we get to see them surface in lost souls, the same souls we walk past on the way to the post office...the lost of our society area all around us... we see them shoved in our face looking like the heros we agree we can train our children to be...how? by plopping the kids in front of a tv and dvd player and internet as baby sitters... Now..all over the media, a 20 year old kid, The two fisted gun... the blaze of glory. And daily in the street gangs, ...ongoing... a confusion of war everywhere...and we are gonna straighten out another country? ... really.

We are all going to see more and more of this, unless we get a handle on what it really is...

I sometimes wonder if these events can actually be seen by the people of our nation, for what they really mean.

How more unsatisfying can a "moment of silence " be? To know that a "moment of silence" is no longer prayer..., no longer introspective thought...no longer long enough for anyone to feel anything... Why are the "moment's of silence" so short? So empty... so goofy? Close your eyes, shut the door, and listen... listen to what your mind chatters...that is the reason... People go crazy in "silence" these days... It's the first place you get to find out you have no peace. And you get to see what you built... You get to hear the constant noise of our society... You get to notice that none of it satisfies.

Oh , there is peace in silence... but it's only findable if you wash yourself clean... and that, nowadays requires a little effort...It used to be free and findable ... but now, it requires training. Calming the body, calms the mind... who knows how? If you fgind someone who does know how, you will see they are active in service, and they don't worry about it...they just do... walk or work along side them... call it volunteer work... study the peace you build in your heart by taking your mind and focus off of the problems and onto the doing...A perfect excersise class, in my view, wouldbe a group of folks who go and build things, clean things, resolve things, assemble groups for sharing and expressing LIFE together... the weight would evaporate... and the results in the heart, mind and soul would be seen...

20 years ago... a movie came out called "Grand Canyon"...

Rent it...

33 people died in virginia.

If you have studied Nelson Mandala, or Mother Theresa, or Princes Diana, or Bob Marley or anyone who learned their own lessons then took a few steps daily to try to make up for the previous ideas, byt searching to give a little more than they thought they had to give...you will find story after story after story of people in all postions who felt they never thought they deserved another chance.

Somehow, they figured it out...and recieved that next step.

Nelson Mandela said it "took him 20 years of daily torture to finally realize his own heart had to change and he started to DECIDE to feel compassion for the guard who brought him to daily torture". 7 more years of that, and he was finally the person we now know... and how do we know this?

His own testimony....

and what does he say? He says that he "did all the same things to his enemy, that his enemy did to him..."


He stood convicted, by his own words...and made it different. but he also passed it along... the lesson wasn't, isn't lost...

... and all those who point to the SAINT he now is, as if that's who he always was, are ALL part of the same circle of problems we all face daily.

It's not where we came from or who we were.

It's what we BECOME... that matters.

The inequity of this world is going to produce rage and anger.

Any study of our US history and you can find example after example of excellent HOLLYWOOD reasons for trying to settle things with a gun. Every ethnic group can find reasons...And, right alongside of thsoe reasons, you can find the modern day role models who show example sof how to make a 90 minute movie work, who also prove the stupidity of fame built on PR persona, rather than ACTIONS...

now I know why that smirk often visits the ones who still have a conscience, when they sit and discuss the next big thing, which is actually their next big joke on us, them... our future...while they describe a ROLE they played in snippets of 10 seconds or less... a character that mimmicks reality, but is not reality, on a talk show...they know they are not real heros...they know their own lives would never measure up to what the people reflect back through the illusion, the idolatry, the mimmickry...

Yet we all buy it...

And walk away from our own inner rage, our own inner isolation, while watching such versions of"reality"...or take a pill to disguise the truth we almost still can know inside our own heart... the difference we could have made, if we had used just one segment of that time...lost inside a pretend versioin of ourselves, with the courage of a pill to establish and support our fake smile...and get us more votes...with a fake smile...

From the leaders on down...nobody home. Haven't we had enough?



Mother Theresa never started out as Mother Theresa. She was a young egotistical nun, who got transformed looking into the eyes of peasants, when she was forced to sit among them on a train ride...exactly where she initially refused to sit...but there was no other place, so she had to be "among the people"... her fake version of service to Jesus got replaced with the real thing...but it took years of practise to become real...and it took 30 years for any of that to finally percolate towards who she became to be know to be...

You gotta go with what you got...you have to try and fail....you have to convince yourself you are making a difference year upon year until you see through your own ego about it, through your own efforts...and notice that inspite of alll your failures, the intention actually resulted in some things lasting... something you could see was good enough tohave been done... for her, it all came down to filling the bellies of the people. It got really basic.

You don't have to be MOther theresa to get results, you only have to show a little interest in another person, enough to see the real part of them they want to believe in , themselves... reflect the little flicker of that light...and then... maybe then... you will see that rage is a mask of a person in fear.

Then...maybe then... you will notice 32 people are grieved, one person is blamed... and nobody seems to see that one person was left out, start to finish. And that one person represents all of us, at one point or another in our lives...

who the f**k am I to say these things?

Ok... the truth...it took me losing everything precious and NOT PICKING UP A GUN to fix it... for the real study in my own heart to begin.

What do I get for continuing the walk, as it now stands, forward?

Every so often I get the feeling that my heart changed, andthe only time I notice how much it changed is when I find myself, yes... find myself...while I shed real tears of joy seeing somebody else get a "dream come true".

NO matter how huge or or small the steps, it's always the light that others shine when they feel that sense of accomplishment or sense that they deserved that dream...

So...these days, I see myself uploading videos of many folks I have researched, studied or appreciated, watching them do their Karoke in their shoe store, or sing on the street, or teaching a life lesson... pretty soon I started to notice that I HAD spent some time in wise ways these last 20 years... There's gonna be hundreds of these video clips, stuff I shot that has already been aired in the Bay area, finally seen world wide on YOUtube. I am almost noticing that MAYBE I was making a small difference... I was so busy trying to do something positive rather than find enemies, finding those worth saluting... I truly hadn't realized I was actaully doing it...

You know... the path is right where we stand...you don't have to get on a boat or a train then a plane then a bus then a donkey to ride to where you can find a 5 star hotel, take a taxi, get your personal assistants to give you the research prep-pep talk, then take a pill so you can smile...and dig a ditch...

Start. it's just one step from where you stand right now. It might be as simple as a real conversation with the person making your Latte.



NOT TOO LONG AGO. I stood out on a street in a new city, not long ago...smoking the cigar I had sheltered in my vest for weeks... and I was really ready to smoke that cigar. As I stood out there on that street alone, I noticed that storeowners were nervous about where I was standing... They'd peek their heads out and ask me to move down the block... nervous and frightened... I noticed they were.

I thought it was the smoke...or maybe it was because I ws a white guy... or a new unknown presence...or maybe it was the bright COLORS of my artistic clothes I was wearing...the colors.

Soon, a person of another race sauntered down the block and stood in front of me... "dude, you got a cigarette?"

my answer... "no..just another cigar... want it?"

"No...I was looking for a cigarette".

... "well", I said... " you are passing up an excellent smoke..this one is kicking my ass in a really good way right now...and I am loving it...you gotta try a cigar someday"

then he said... "Ok... I'll try it ".

I lit the cigar for him, and we talked about that city for about 30 seconds, and then he was more at ease... and our conversation became more real...then he pulled back his sweatshirt and showed me the GLOCK 9mm in his belt/pants....

He leaned over to me and motioned down the street, saying, "I am going to blow that guy's head off if he doesn't stop talking to my sister"

This is a true story, folks. I was standing on a strange street, in a strange city...I was a new comer. Later on, I pieced it all together that they all were protecting each other, onthat street... because they felt unprotected...and, for awhile, that guy thought I was part of the other guy's back up..until I shared the smoke and showed comfort.... treated him as an equal, and NO I was not afraid... in the least... amazing, aye?

Somebody else, in that same circumstance may have ended up in a pool of blood...

He and I shared our smoke, talked about how hard it is to survive... views we shared about wanting to see our family safe and to findcomfort in the world, somehow...someday...so many things we had in common. 3 different genetic structures, all in a triangle of energy that night... while he and I smoked the cigars, time went by, and that "enemy" of the other guy walked away from the sister... nobody died...no guns were drawn...


The impact of that shared smoke changed worlds in the future, for more than one person, and brings you this story today.

I have dozens of stories like this, all on the same theme of "guns", but that is not the realstory...the real story is good people recognising good people and reminding each other of that part

...unless you read deeper you are going to miss it.

10 years ago, I was searching for a gun to "jump in front of , to save another person's life", from a symbolic "enemy".



NOW...Not only do I find joy in seeing other people get their dream come true, but I also understood that I wasn't there to stop a war, that night... I was there to share some time... equal time... not higher to lower or lower to higher...not getting anything from it but the shared time...and a few laughs..yeah we eventually wereso releaxed together that we told each other a few jokes, too.

How many times do you reach out to people and bring your judgement along?

HOw many times do you reach out to people and try to change them?

How many times do you reach out to people and try to convert them, ???

When you go to sleep each night, do you get a rush believing that you are doing "the lord's work?" Meanwhile maintining that point of separation and that ego rush?

It's time to figure out something...

thoughts do EQUAL actions. If you think it, you are doing it.

If you play the part in the movie, and get paid to play the part in the movie...you are accepting an exchange for something you never earned, learned , survived, accomplished.... those eyes of idolized fans should make you feel empty.

If not... you may be dangerous to us all.

We teach youngsters to kill legally with no feeling or pangs of conscience.

They do so, through buisness, through judgement, through a whole range of ways untraceable and untrackable.

And are rewarded.

I know, I know, I know...

there's some who would consider this rant to be simlar to the one folks get to hear from that kid in Virginia.

It's a different rant.

I suggest that you walk past people who walk in his kind of shoes daily.

You ignore that person.

all it takes, sometimes, is a smile and an encouraging word.

We are all trained to distance ourselves and figure out who the enemy is...

Yes we are.

It's our society now.

And if we are living here, we play a part in every grievance.

You know... so many of us born since WW2 think that the USA was always a "super power". We were somewhere around 18th in ranking, until we detonated the atom bombs.

It's gonna take more than fear to keep this planet alive another hundred years.

By the way... it wasn't meant to last forever.

It's only been a stop off place at best.

We all came from somewhere else,a nd we are all gonna leave it.

One way or the other.

Every twist of fashion always looks ridiculous 10 years later.

How long willyour awards last shiny?

Will anybody give a s**t in tne years?

25 grand will get you a star on the walk of fame.

It's been proven a long time ago,that you can get more famous sooner by doing garbage...

So...

If you want to live high from plane to plane while folks keep you doped to smile... it's right in front of you and you could do it... easily ...justby making a few pieces of s**t like Quentin has.

What we allneed is redemption.

and you won't feel any in your heart until you step up to the plate and faceyour own truth.... and take it from there.

The only time you will know that anything real happened, is when you see a video of a lost soul...and you understand that.... if you could have made a difference in that person's life...it would have never been known... but 33 people might be walking around today.

Things change.

We have all been watching a fiasco... and letting it parade as reality.

we get to choose the realtiy we share...

what of your talents and gifts are you going to bring to the table to help those who have been lost and left behind to feel they have a chance at peace too?

You can't buy it in a store...

It's what's in your heart.

and it starts by noticing how much you love condemning a chosen example of evil...

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NOT MEDICAL ADVICE

The human brain is 98% fat.

If you eat garbage food, the brain reconstructs itself over a period of time into a lessor version of what a brain can be.

If you take Omega oils, the ones that align with your unique genetic, you can rebuild a brain inside of 2-7 years.

If you decide to want to have your brain work great... but have expereinced trauma in you life, then you can nutritionally support the process of REAL memory and re-construct the brain simultaneously...

when trauma is experienced in the human life, it saps essential nutrients and forms a disfunctioning brain that no medication can fix...but recovered memory and proper guidance and nutrition can all combine to create a "problem solving" brain from a confused traumatized brain.

When society learns this, and you yourself can study it , it's all published data and proven...try it out...for yourself...
... when society learns this, then psychologists will stop being the top paid professionals, and the same goes for lawyers (by the way, lawyers, as a profession were beneath thelevel of grave diggers up until the times of the INquisition, whre family , friends, turned each other in as heretics...and the "church" martyred 25 million... ) ...

It takes YOU to try for yourself... FIRST.... to make a difference...And that means to pick up your God/Goddess given talents and use them for the good of yourself and others... bring color back to our world..... help walk us away from plastic, steel, garbage, greed....

And as far as traumatized children, they can and WILL be recovered early in their traumatic life chapters, sooner... through intervention... as soon as we all decide that parents could use a little training, ... couldn't they? Since they are building our next chapters for this earth process.

And that training might mean finding ways ot reach out to eachother, rather than betraying each other "with fashion"... sounds goofy, I know... but ... it's either gonna be "Mean Girls" and "Pulp Fiction" for us all...or it's gonna be something like closer to real life with a healthy dose of second chances.... for those who earn them.