The Beloved

My transition of being homeless lead me to Iowa City.

I hung out with a friend, sharing the meditation techniques of The Awakened One. The Awakened One is a wooden sculpture that was given to me by a friend several decades ago. The statue is from the Sung Dynasty in China. My friend Liesel grow up in china as her dad was employed by Standard Oil back in the early 1920's. The Awakened One is my favorite piece of art.

I have decided to sell the artwork to support my work of spreading the message of ENLIGHTENMENT and the New American Renaissance. I hope to engage China, India and America in purchasing The Awakened One in order to create, design and finance a new program of cultural exchange. I am hoping Aung Sun Suu Kyi of Burma will facilitate the sale.

I started my meditation on the ped mall late...in time to see the students rush out of the bars and bustle home in the chilled air. I was engaged in a conversation by a young bright philosophy student. She was dragging an adult boy toy with her, he stood nearby speechless as Mother Mary talked about her four year old daughter and about having just come from having sex on the nearby bank rooftop, apparently one of her new found pleasures in life. She wanted my pendleton blanket. She was bright and inquisitive, wanting to know everything I knew about life .....she wanted MORE but really couldn't define what that might mean....she grabed her man-boy toy and walked into the night.

I decided to head over to my favorite place in town. The meditation room at University Hospitals. It was the year anniversary of Makiah's heart surgery. A traumatic time of replacing both his heart valves by Dr. Tom Davis. Everything has seemed to be perfect. This last year has brought amazing new maturity and growth and happiness to ALL of us. I spent about six hours in GRATITUDE.

And came away with visions of THE BELOVED, and knowing our hearts were ONE and the same.

How silly I seem to myself, the most simple profound TRUTHS sometimes seem so hidden in the muck.

goodnight John Boy.
goodnight Clitoris.