There is something in Julius Caesar about there is a tide which taken at the full leads on to victory. This is, you should "surf" nature and ride the currents for maximum gain. Martin Luther King talked about "Zeitguist" or spirit of the times. Believe it or not that's not a Nazi word. Certain events are "ripe" to happen, and that's when you have to look at the big picture and see where the Universe is leading manking. It may not be twords Peace, it may be twords War. Below are a couple of musings from two different files in July and August of 2004. Sometimes I sound so confused I sound like I'm talking out of both sides of my mouth. What I'm trying to say is that War is more likely than Peace, despite our best desires. The Jews looked to Jesus as Messiah, but he only promised "Not peace, but a sward". Thomas Jefferson said that the tree of liberty occasionally had to be watered with the blood of patriots. Karl Marx once said "In order to make an omlet, you've got to break some eggs. Those who say war is the answer would use the addage "You'll never know untill you try". We haven't had an all out World War in over sixty years, just like we haven't had any movement on the San Andreas fault in a long time. If you read my matereal you know that I believe the future is predestined. Tword the end of this blog I sound a more optimistic note but the fact is whatever we do for ourselves is predestined by the Universe. If the world is "sick" it needs to "volmet" to purge it's poisons. Botanists tell you that the most beautiful roses are developed by proper truning. Havent you heard the news? Forrest fires are caused by ecologists not allowing tree cutting. Along with the birth of the baby you also get the plecenta. An un-lanced boil could cause infection to the blood stream. It is written again in Julius Caesar, "Cowards die many times before their deaths. The vallient taste of death but once. If you are destined to die isn't it best to go down swinging that your karma might be served. War is the most efficient solution to the population explosion. For those of you who are simply "afraid to die let me offer this from our Saviour. "He who seeks to save his life will lose it and he who loses his life (in war) will gain good karma. It is said in the Bible that wine that is not regularly poured from vessel to vessel goes bad. This is what war does. I'm saying this because there's an outside chance something horrible will happen soon or in the year 2007. What war does above all is separate the talkers and the "posers" from the ones for whom war brings out true Courage. (Selah)

On “Lost World” they had a rerun of these demon invaders from the year 2022 that were involved in instigating a world wide nuclear holocaust. If kind of gets you to wondering whether there is actually going to be one. Various sources like Star Trek seem to be predicting one. Just on mathematical odds alone I’d say there has to be one some time. It probably will be the week after Chuck Smith dies- - about twenty years from now. We’ll all be older then. North Korea poses a real threat as I see it. The question is can the Bush administration luck out with diplomacy. Or will he just be another Chamberlain? And I don’t know all this stuff about the Communist menace being gone because the last time I checked my map, Red China was still there, and just as Communist. They just hide it now. But if push comes to shove I see no reason why China wouldn’t back North Korea. I think we have seen hints of that already. One of these days we’re going to have a crisis our President, whoever he is, can’t handle. I really am not up on all the latest missiles. We hear about the sidewinder, the tomahawk, and the discredited Patriot. We constantly hear about missiles malfunctioning. We con-stantly hear that the essence of being a good American is to fight in a war when ordered to, no matter what the merit. That’s none of our concern. How long is this John Kerry-itus going to contaminate our dialog on the subject? “I killed more in the war than you did”. The Larry Norman song goes, ‘In the midst of the war he offered us peace”. That just might be a hard deal to pass up if there’s substance behind it. You wonder at times whether there might not be a community of demons that are immortal, and they know that men are mortal and don’t live forever but they don’t care; they want release from what-ever Void they live in. And they hate mankind and want to destroy it. That’s the premise of today’s “Lost World” episode. My next conclusion may appear suspect to some. Therefore: if someone is going around screaming “It’s all gona burn” and “bring the War on” they have a demon in them. Clearly Jesus talked about “Were not those days short-ened no flesh would be saved”. It’s interesting he uses the word “Flesh”. Chuck must cringe when he hears that. George Burns as God said “The future is in your hands” and hinted he didn’t want us destroying ourselves. But oddly there are no Peace advocates today, except for the Pope. “Peace” is too closely associated with the word “liberal”.

You know, it’s the height of vanity to say you know the future. Let’s face it; Christians are pretty vain. I don’t think I’ve done any files on the future with either this computer or the old one. I guess since each progressive year for me has been worse than the one before since I’ve gotten this computer the future is something I haven’t wanted to think about. John Lennon said Christianity wouldn’t last, it would vanish and shrink”. He said ‘I don’t know which will go first; rock and roll or Christianity”. John Lennon said “People aren’t turning out for God”. Obviously we’ve been in the throws of the Jesus Revolution these past 35 years. For twenty-five years the voting pattern of America became rather predictable. We’d be oppressed by a foreign power, and in most cases go to war, or bomb somebody, or in the case of Carter, vote a President out of office. This could go on a while. In the Arimid files I note I couldn’t venture to predict elections past 2007. I suppose something could happen like Bush getting assassinated and Dick Chaney could take over and go nuts declaring a military state and suspending the 2008 elections. But as Jesus would say “the end is not yet”. I’m starting to bore myself so I’ll pick up the pace. You know they say “Charity begins at home” so we need look no further for an example of Antichrist than my own parents. Neither has a spiritual bone in their body and they are both the perfect posers. Were James Dobson to evaluate their child rearing I’m convinced he’d give them a D minus, or lower. They have a love affair with the welfare state. Dad won’t fight for anything; he’d make the perfect passive Jew in Nazi Germany. In the future at some point religion will be done away with by statute. I’d like to ask John Lennon, “What would you think of a religion where the only outward sign of it is isolation from others but otherwise living a happy self satisfied life”. You can’t control people who are in contact with God, so God must be done away with.

Back in May of 1982 we sent a mailing to the media that predicted the lapse in medical care that occurred in the 1990s and today. The right drugs wouldn’t be given and treatment would be denighed for beaurocratic reasons. Later on we predicted there would be a World War- - a nuclear holocaust some time in the late 2030s. It is at this point, when God knows what has happened in between, that I believe the Antichrist, if there is one, will make his appearance. In the story the 2040s were portrayed as an oppressive period of areas chain link fenced off and guards everywhere and passes needed to travel from zone to zone, as the sun refused to shine through that was kind of a ghastly mustard green. But later on, about 2061 there would be some sort of religious revival. Didn’t the latest Enterprise say that warp drives were invented a whole hundred years before their year around 2165? And that at the time space aliens landed on earth breaking whatever “code of silence” there was. Heck, it could be space aliens brought the warp drive to the humans. People at the Orion Federation make no mention of a “warp drive” to get around. They either space fold or travel in the sixth dimension. And travel in general seems to be a guarded secret. The notion of space ships fanning out from a planet that “just became aware” is alien to the Orion Federation I know. But I think we can agree that Christianity won’t be around in those days.

Not a lot of whoopy- Just Straight Talk

Greetings to people reading this blog. You know if you've read my other meterial you may say to yourselves "You've expressed a lot of oppinions about Christianity but you haven't shed much light with your own relation with the Lord". Well I'd like to talk about that a little in this segment. There is a lot of misconception in the realm of the Christian Right as far as the media sees it. People say, "What we need is more religion today". Dennis Prager says that. He says religion for religion's sake is good for the moral fabric of America. And yet Dennis believes in legalized prostitution and abortion. Apparently some republican politicians have secretly done things which increased or supported the repression of the people in China, including forced abortions. Well back in the fall of 1977 I wanted to engage in some "Straight talk" with a certain pastor because I felt a wall was going up between us. If I see a comunacation problem I take steps to proactively solve it, and if it doesn't work, then I have my answer. I don't know who came up with the phrase "Straight Talk" first, myself or Gene Scott. Let's do a little "straight talk". There's a guy calling himself Jesus on the radio here in LA Sunday mornings that is doing incredible damage to Christianity. If you hated Christians and wanted to see them "vanish and shrink" as Lennon talked about, you would continue for this man to stay on the air. Then you have the Calvary Chapels. I wrote a book in the summer of 1980. You didn't imagine that. I spent two thousand dollars of my own money, which is money I could have used for other things in the future. Oddly the book was criticized for "Not being loving enough". I saw it as my duty to preach the Bible. It was a prophecy book and it got praise from both Christians and non Christians, and it was also criticized by both Christians and non Christians. I remember one Christian commented on the book, "It just isn't the way Chuck Smith would do it". I realized right then that Christianity was a religion of personalities and not ideas. I tried to to a prophecy book of "Chuck Smith Light" and it didn't work. People at the Calvary Chappels are famous for not giving any aid to a person undertaking an economic venture. Their philosophy is, "If the Lord is in it, it will succeed". They say that about so many things. Of course Chuck Smith and his Calvary minions are kind of like the Kentucky Fried Chicken of Christianity, with their unique blend of eleven herbs and spices. Someone learns to tell instantly whether it's a Calvary Chappel or a Calvary wanna-be. Gene Scott has stated that "Some fundamentalists are like a bunch of people with the same peculiarity supporting each other". Gene Scott has also said, "Christianity is just doing the same business on the other side of the street". Someone like Raul Ruis is so angry now. I can't listen to him. As a gang member they say he used to beat up people just for the fun of it. You hear that same redirected agression in his voice now. Are you getting a glimps of the way things are yet?

When I was a Christian I in philosophy debates defended the notion that there was the possability of a "Last Judgement" by some diety. I was ridiculed by the teacher. This teacher also downgraded a test because in an essay question I said that Maoism was a religion but Confucionism was not. He didn't like that. I used to state I was a Christian if asked. Only a few times did my gut tell me to keep quiet and things would go better for me. -and they did. I ran into a lot of friction from being known as a Christian. Friction I wouldn't have had otherwise. But one of the most illustritive incidents in my life occurred on Mother's Day 1994. I won't give you all the detales but the conversation was a real eye opener. This same pastor I just referred to was under attack because of something he did for which he got opposition. I happened to think the Pastor was right and loudly said so. I felt as if the group were ganging up on me and saying stuff they didn't even mean just to be against me and this pastor I was defending. Just a few months later this Pastor (no good deed goes unpunished) turned against me because of a letter I wrote where I said I felt "God" had lied to me about something. Don't ask me to explain that. Also in the year 1994 around September I read a book on the Shroud of Turen that stated after scientifically examining the cloth they conflused the pattern of the blood stains could only be made by a person who was still alive and not dead. It doesn't stop there. The Catholic Church didn't like that. So what they did was rig the carbon 14 tests in order to show that the genuine Shroud was in fact a phoney. The Catholics would rather say it's a phoney than admit that Jesus did not die on the cross.

I still stayed a Christian after this, but heard a searies of really bad sermons- - this time from a different church. Also I began going to a third church because there was a woman I liked who had two snall girls (girls are better than boys because if they don't look like you when you get married you can say it's because they're girls) and this woman showed every indication of being attracted to me. However is there was a small glitch. By this time I had another friend, a friend in a bottle. I would go out regularly in the evenings to the liquor and buy a two or three 22 oz. bottles of Mickeys. The woman had just left her husband because she was on drugs. Had I prayed and turned to God with my whole heart perhaps I could have found the will to give up the booze for her so she wouldn't have doubts about me. But then she finally moved out of the building, and all the women I knew moved out of the building. By 1997 I was thinking about this, and I got depressed. A number of new events came along in the first half of 1997. By now I had openly turned my back on Christianity so I knew I didn't have a right to pray. Some might say, "The Lord had turned me over to Satan that I might see the error of my ways", or something. It didn't work like that and I continued to drink more and more and by early 1999 lots of people knew that I had a problem. I'm not really at "War" with God. But you've read the abbridged version of everything that let up by no "No more Jesus" decision in 1996.

Some Christians wring their hands and moan, "Look at all the gay programming on television these days. Even That Seventies Show had gays in it last night. What's this world coming to?" It bothers me too. All I know is that the Devil is in the drivers seat and sometimes so they don't go nuts Christians just say "Thy Will Be Done". I don't believe "God" deserves a choice in some metters. I believe the issues are too clear. This is the lazyest Republican Congress we have had in the past sixty years. What are you going to do? Ignore it?

I didn't see the Lakers last night but I'm told they lost to the Suns in overtime. That does not make me happy. I couldn't even find the Lakers on the radio.

There is continued good news on the medical front because it seems that every day they are coming up with some new break-through. I kind of feel for the young people these days because they're having to grow up in a world full of old people. When my generation was young, they were the center of the world. Now that we are getting older, we are still the center of the advertizer's bid for dollars on the media.

Can you take me back where I came from
Can you take me back- -
Can you take me back where I came from
Brother, can you take me back
-----Can you take me back
Can you take me where I came from
Can you take me- - - Back

Next month something I never thought I'd live to take place is going to actually happen. Paul Mc. Cartney will actually turn sixty-four. Back then sixty-four was really considered old. These days eighty is the new sixty. These days is isn't grand children on your knees, they're probably your own kids given all the jerriatric sex there is out there with viagara and everything these days. A lot of people believe in the logarithmic theory of length of life perception. A four year old lives four more years and then he's eight and he looks back on four as a long time ago because it's half his life. He has to wait till he's sixteen for that phenominon to occur again. When Paul was half his age now he was thirty-two. If you can't remember when that was it was 1974 and he'd just released "Junior's Farm". For a log of younger people I might have well have said "Moonlight Serenade" by Glen Miller. For you, "Junior's Farm" and "Sally G" are so prehistoric they don't play them on the radio any more. But half of Paul's life looking back from age 32 would place him at the moment he first met John and joined the Quarrymen. (To me that sounds like a vastly longer period of time) My Dad introduced this logarithmic theory to me. But it breaks down after a while because I as a fifty year old can clearly remember when I was twenty-five. (If only- - ) But most five year olds cannot remember the time when they were two & a half and going through potty training. Life is a mystery. I used to believe that children were a blank slate and everything a parent did would mold their personalities. Back in psychology days we were told there was an "imprinting period" at about age three or four where you were "set for life". Your personality was moldable up to that point but from then on it was set in concrete. Then came along James Dobson saying that certain kids are inherently different from birth than other kids. I chafed at these words. They grated over me like sand paper because they went against what I believed. How can 'genetics" program your personality. Is that all we are is a bunch of biological protoplasums- - just a bunch of chemical reactions in our brain cells? There are mysteries out there. How come we live in a four dimensional universe but are as it were "trapped in time" and move through it- - however we do. What is consciousness? Is it an illusion as the Bhuddists day. What about "Cogito ergo sun". Doesn't a human being posess some exestential reality apart from his body. Doesn't he have, for lack of a better word- - a soul? At another point in my life I believed this without question. Once at the dinner table someone had mentioned if our parents hadn't gotten together the way they did we kids would never have been born" and I responded confidently, Well, you can worry about that but personally that doesn't worry me a bit. I know I'd be here". The conversation quickly shifted as to whether I was accusing my mother of adultry and I tried to explain myself. When I was younger I believed that the soul had an existance apart from the body. I also firmly believed that if you died in an accident or something you'd quickly pass to some other realm of existance. One time when I was in first grade- - it was 1957, I'll leave it at that- - I was walking home from school and taking a short cut through some tract houses. A bigger kid comes down the side walk with a gun. It was a rifel, I don't know if it was a "Davie Crocket" musket or whatever. He pointed the gun at me and I said "What are you going to do?", and the kid said , "I'm going to shoot you". And I had this thought, "Well, I guess I've lived a good life this time around". Earlier, in March of 1955, I can't tell you the exact circumstances because I'd be telling to much, but that's when events point to. At any rate I remember in one of my earliest memories thinking "I have a lot of different lives. Maybe I better get back to those other lifes, but I guess this one's OK".

In the last few days of April of 1984 at the Anaheim downtown library I came accross Ruth Montgomary's latest sequel to "Strangers Among Us". I was looking over the table of contents and had an immediate inpulse to turn to the chapter, "Seattle Surprise". You know "Jesus Christ's" favorite saying is, "God doesn't allow do-overs". That's a very interesting statement for our "Savior" to make. But if you only go around once in life, why spend it as a Christian? You know, I have paid a rather high price for confessing faith in Christ and becomming a Christian.

"Suddenly- - there's a shaddow hanging over me
--------I'm not half the man I used to be"

As a Christian you're supposed to get married at age nineteen, have two point four children, become a pillar in the church, and go on to see your children get married and see your grandchildren and stay with the same woman sixty years. It didn't happen that way for me. That "shaddow" of the wagging finger was over me. I was a hundred times afraid of death and dying after I became a Christian than I was before. I was basically a Christian from March 24th. 1976 through June of 1996 twenty years and three months later. I have come accross a statement I made on file then where renounced my Faith in Jesus, and said, "From now on, I'm stepping off the boat". I was going "off the plantation", to mix metaphores. Not that life has been any better after June of 1996 than it was before. In fact, it's been worse. In retrospect you might almost say disowning the faith was a mistake. But everybody "gets old" and those things happen anyhow. I guess you could say, "I gave Jesus my heart but he wanted my soul". But the thing is my soul wasn't His to take, and we both found that out. The soul belongs to God, so I guess Jesus wasn't God.

I started to talk about "Walk-ins" and Ruth Montgomary. First I need to explain why I'd even be drawn into such a bizzare concept of a more enlightened soul taking over the life of another. I covered some of this in files in late Summer of 2004. I believe rock lyrics are prophetic. I think "Shine On You Crazy Diamond" could be about me, especially the line, "You reached for the Secret too soon". As you know in November of 1977 I'm the person who coined the term "Ziggy's Air Command" based on just having bought the Ziggy Stardust album in early November 1977 because "News of the World" by Queen wasn't out yet. This was back when I was living at the "Keith Richards" Street house. (have you read the news?) On all the letters to the media I and two others wrote (Mark Campbell and Bill Gunderson) there was a Diamond kind of shaped like an airplane wing. This could mean a new "astro plane". To sidetrack for a moment- - the sixty dimensional realm is not a "plane" but more of a "portal" and the three dimensions you experiance in that psychic realm are the 6th. dimension itself, and also time, which you see "all at once" as though it were spaceial, and also whatever the "object focus" of the psychic portal is. I'm trying not to bore you but this takes time to explain. - - - I'm self conscious today because I told a family member to read this blog, and now they'll think I'm nuts.

Are Past Lives A Reality Or Myth?
Read Here to Find Out

Anyhow let's tie the two things together. Richi Vallenz used to have nightmares about the time an airplane fell out of the sky and crashed into his school. As you know Richi was (justly?) afraid to fly but he overruled his instinct and those to fly ratrher than take the bus and freeze that last fateful night. Richi's fate was decided by a coin toss, and Buddy Holly told him, "Tonight you're riding with the stars". We know his plane crashed in Iowa. But I wondered whether in a previous life I hadn't died in a plane crash. I remember one twilight zone episode where an airplane wing came through the roof and it had some cereal number on the wing. That image would haunt me as I lay awake at night. Later on I read the Elvis book by Albert Goldman and learned about two Blackwood Brothers who died in an airplane crash on June 30th. 1954. I guess that date flagged my attention. Besides the two members there was a "local lad", who is never again described. I believe I was that "local lad" and I believe I was sixteen. I've wondered why all of the really super old rock & roll songs are familiar to me but not the ones just semi-old. There's something about being by a river, the Mississippy. Perhaps I've just spent too much time at Frontierland in Disneyland, I don't know. There's just a "Memphis vibe" I get from reading Elvis books. I believe I was a teenager who died in a plane crash on the night of June 30th. 1954. But I also remember "dying" another time". I remember my life as Roberto Gonsolez as described in Ruth Montgomary's book. This is what I remember about that life. I lived in Bellview Washington. I lived in a house with a wood beam interior kind of like Grandpa & Grandma's old house. I renenber the living room was in the center of the house and the kitchen was at the north end. There was always a lot of activity in the kitchen, and some times little kids would be bathed in the laundry sink. Perhaps they were nieces and nephews. One time in May of 1951 I was looking up into the heavens in the evening and had this feeling of "going home". A few days later in late May of 1951 I, and two friends, the three of us took a hike southward in the forrest, ditching class. We stayed overnight in some cave and it started to rain and we got a little wet. The cave was kind of an indentation in a rock ledge. The next day I fell into some quicksand and I kept sinking deeper and deeper, and I think I died. At the last moment I threw my purple bandana up on the ground so that others would see where I was.

We're going long with this. The long and short of it is I think those two lives may have "swapped places". I believe I was the Memphis lad but in 1948 or so swapped places with Gonsolez, alias Robert Ranjal and for three years my consciousness was in his body, then in late May of 1951 at age thirteen I went back to my old body, which was the same age as Roberto in Bellview.

There is a certain amount of evidence that my IQ doubled from age three & a half to age four & a half. Besides the March 1955 reincarnation memory, the oldest thing I can remember was being in the bathroom with my mom and brother after a bath, and I being told I was four & a half and my brother was three & a half. In the summer of 1955 one of my Grandmothers lived in a white duples and she was 64. The other grandparents had recently bought a "new" old house after living in a ranch house, which they still owned. (It was a chicken ranch) My Mom would say to me in summer 1955 that grandpa and grandma had a new house and no longer lived at the ranch but I couldn't remember the ranch house then. (I have since been there several times) Just like when I was four & a half I can't remember being three & a half like my brother then was. I can remember my fifth birthday but not my fourth.

Abrupt change of pace. I play Beat the Clock with the computer because of that one time the screen crapped out while I was writing and I don't want that to be repeated so I type fast and only do the scantest reviews of what I have written. Below is a collection of Rock Songs. Can you pick the two that I just added to this list?

THE ROOTS OF ROCK Released June 29^th. 2005

Disc One

Sixty Minute Man (Bill Ward & the Dominoes)

Money Honey (Clyde McPhatter & the Drifters)

Tweet-dly Tweet (Laverne Baker)

Work with Me Annie (Hank Ballard & the Midnighters)

Rumble (Link Rey)

Rock Around the Clock (Bill Haley & the Comets)

Maybeline (Chuck Berry)

Tooti Fruity (Little Richard)

Blue Swade Shoes (Elvis Presley)

Why do Fools Fall in Love? (Frankie Linman)

Hound Dog (Elvis Presley)

Smokey Joe’s Café (The Robins)

Love is Strange (Mickey & Sylvia)

That’ll Be the Day (Buddy Holly)

Whole Lotta Shakin Going On (Jerry Lee Lewis)

Santa Clause is Back in Town (Elvis Presley)

At the Hop (Danny & the Juniors)

Get A Job (Cillauettes) (?)

Disc Two

Chantilly Lace (The Big Bopper)

Bird Dog (Everley Brothers)

La Bamba (Richi Vallenz)

I Only Have Eyes For You (Flamingos)

Harlem Nocturne (Artist?)

What’d I Say? (Ray Charles)

Sweet Nothings (Brenda Lee)

Walk Don’t Run (Ventures)

Angel Baby (Rosie & the Originals)

Surrender (Elvis Presley)

Blue Moon (Marcelles)

Hello, Mary Lou (Ricky Nelson)

I Know it’s gona work out Fine (Ike & Tina Turner)

My Bonnie (Tony Sheridan & the Beatles)

Twisting the Night Away (Sam Cooke)

Busted Surf Boards (Tornadoes)

Green Onions (Booker T & the M. G’s)

The Wedge (Dick Dale & the Deltones)

Disc Three

Shut Down (Beach Boys)

Little Latin Loopy Loo (Righteous Brothers)

It’s Over (Roy Orbeson)

Surfer Bird (The Trashmen)

Loui Loui (The Kingsmen)

Money (Beatles)

House of the Rising Sun (Animals)

All Day and all the Night (Kinks)

Play with Fire (Rolling Stones)

Gloria (Them)

Subterranean Homesick Blues (Bob Dylan)

Wooly Bully (Sam the Sham & the Pharaohs)

Nothing but Heartaches (Supremes)

The Midnight Hour (Wilson Picket)

I Feel Good (James Brown)

Liar Liar (Castaways)

Hanky Panky (Tommy James & the Shandels)

When a Man Loves a Woman (Percy Sledge)

We call this file Walpurgis tipping our hat to Bill Handel because we know how he loves witches. I just sent you-know-who an E mail. Randy Rhodes wasn’t there again. Reagan signed a bill abolishing the “Fairness doctrine” in 1987. One thing they used to do is run a news department with real news and not “Entertainment”. Now days news has to make a profit, or it won’t run. Today is the anniversary of the Kent State shootings. Back in 1970 it got better coverage than events now. Donald Rumsfeld got some sharp questioning at a news conference today. Of course the President is thinking of abolishing cameras at press briefings because they are sources for all these “News bites” you see. There is a new Watergate hotel scandal involving prostitutes.

I hope other people aren’t as bored by my blogs as I am by theirs. Perhaps I’m just not searching enough. I search key words expecting to find something juicy, but I usually don’t. Well, you know, May 19^th. isn’t that far off.

I know a story - and some of it's true
It's about a man - it could even be you
He knelt at the altar - confessed all his sin
He's saved and that's all that matters to him

The internet holds lots of secrets. Did you know there were a bunch of "bonus tracks" on the Secret Treadies album by Blue Oyster Cult? What I'd like to talk about right now is "seeing the big picture" in terms of the destiny of the world, and is there a way we can possibly arrive at a better world through pray or meditation. In the latter part of 1977 there was a program on channel 18 with the Maharishi talking about transendental meditation. He said that if the whole world meditated peace could come to the world. He had statistics that said that various countries who meditated had greater prodictivity and prosperity and the whole realm of these people was more rational and systematic and smoothely running. You know we talked about "feedback loups" a blog or two back. Sometimes a problem can just get worse and worse because it "feeds back" on itself, multiplying its severety. But that same thing can happen in a positive way with TM. It's like that exercise where they show you those shaded squares and if you hold them back six feet they form the face of Abraham Lincoln or something. I'm usually pretty good at seeing what the squares form before holding it away from me six feet. What do they call people with a tallent at this sort of thing? They call them winners on Wheel of Fortune. I wish every time I called out a letter God would give me another clue. That's what we're about with these blogs- - giving clues. A lot of us don't like the things George Bush is doing right now. Try medetating. Cosmic allignment of the space around you works wonders. It's as if God gave each of us a big cardboard square plaquard to hold up and if enough of us hold up our plaquards people on the other side of the stadium will be able to read our message. You know how magnitisum works, don't you. That comes about from all the electrons in an element spinning around in the same direction. We become more magnetic if all our "particles" spin around in the same direction.

You know - back in late 1977 I was having some initial problems with Christianity. I was searching the air waves for answers. I found Gene Scott on UHF and that was a big mistake. He's in the afterlife now talking about those "Hot fudge sundaes in hell". And then there was the Transendental meditation station. Then there was Chuck Smith. Chuck had a program on with a theme song that goes, "I feel as though we're at the end of time". Chuck taught in early September that the rapture or "End of the world" was coming September 24th. 1977. The End was here. Well- not quite. I prayed he'd be wrong and guess who's prayer was answered. I was going to give you people a glimpse in to my life with an exerpt from the file "Venture", that was done in July of 2004. (I did a lit of revealing files in July 2004) Among the events that bothered me in the six month period from Sept. 1977 to March of 1978 was one prominent church member and the head of a family with two young children, died of a heart attack widdowing his wife. She then married a Jew because she was desperate for a husband and father for her kids, and now she regrets she didn't mary a Christian. Someone else had their second child born without a right hand, a little girl. Our church pastor flaked out and left us all in the lerch during this period. It was a wall when that WALL began going up brick by brick. Were you to do an MTV video of the period you'd have the wall going up tier by tier.

Sometimes I think I've going to run out of things to say. John Lennon had this fear that the well would run dry and he wouldn't be able to think of any more songs to write. John then came to the point where he told Paul in the fall of 1969, "I want a divorce, just like the one I got from Synthia". Of course - - I've on occasion identified with John Lennon here. I've felt like I "wanted a divorce". On July 17th. 1988 I moved out to my own apartment. But there are times when you don't really want to make a clean break from your old world. They still called up occasionally to "keep in touch". John Lennon wanted to keep the Beatle break-up secret from the world for a while to "keep his options open". Sometimes when you put off making a final decision events come along to kind of "make it for you". On April 10th. 1970 this is what happened to John, George, and Ringo when Paul dropped the bombshell heard round the world, that the Beatles were breaking up and would never play together again. In my own life in the spring and summer of 2000 I went to a therapest named Eileen at a mental health clinic. I later suspected her of betraying a confidence. I saw her in sixteen different sessions in the spring and summer of 2000 and the one period in my life I never talked about was from about 1981 to 1988. So you understand why I'm not talking about it here. CS Lewis wrote a book, "The Great Divorce" and what stands out in it is that in Hell things have no substance and the rain falls right through the roof. As you leave hell things suddenly take on more real substance and become more real. Capish?
------------Living is easy with eyes closed
---------------Misunderstanding all you see
Actually I think we're done here for right now. But there's a few things for this blog post that I have already prepaired and I'll let you see those now.

AND NOW K-K-KFI PRESENTE - - The Doctor Laura show, and now here without any further delay from me is your host, Dr. Laura

Laura: I’d like to welcome you all to the show today. I see our phone bank is lit up like a pagan Babylonian “Tammuz” tree so we’ll get right to the calls. But I’d like to invite you all to get my latest book, “Misery Loves Company” and of particular note is the excellent forward to the Book written by Annie Wilkes. This is Dr. Laura you’re on.

Caller: Yeah. I’ve been divorced from my husband for two years now and I have two kids, eight and ten, and I’d like to know if it’s OK for me to start dating again.

Dr. Laura: Dating again? Are you crazy? You owe those kids your undivided attention until they are both eighteen and out of the house. How could you think of such a thing? What are you, a whore or something? You wouldn’t want your kids to be raised in a brothel, would you?

Caller: “No”

Dr. Laura: “Well you might as well. You might as well take then down to that whore house on seventh avenue and drop them off. And then after that you can leech off the government and demand money for an “Educational program you want to put your kids in. What do you think of that???”

Caller: (nobody there)

Dr. Laura: We seem to have lost our caller. Let’s Move on. This is Dr. Laura. You’re on the air”.

Caller: Yeah, I’m going to have my first child next week.

Laura: Congratulations.

Caller: And me and my husband are having a dispute as to how to have the baby. My husband wants me to have all natural child birth and he promices to be by my side every step of the way to share the moment, but my doctor has suggested I get an epidural anenthetic and to tell you the truth I like that idea much better. What do you think.

Laura: Well, I see no reason why you can’t compromise on this issue. Tell your husband you’re going to go ahead and get the epidural, but in compensation - - have the doctors put burning pieces of bamboo under your fingernails to offset the absence of pain.’

Laura: This is Dr. Laura, you’re on the air.

Caller: Yeah, I’m a young adult now but when I was younger my mom made me convert to Orthodox Judaisum and the thing is at my Bar Mitzvah - - -well, I’m still traumatized by that thing they had to do to my pee-pee, and now I’m seeing a therapist.

Laura: Son, is that you? What’s the matter with those call screens. I’m going to have to fire them. I told them no relatives are allowed to call this show.

Laura: This is Dr. Laura, you’re on the air.

Caller: Uh, am I really on the air? Well- - - neeto!

Laura: Would you please state your name for us?

Caller: Uh- - - uh- - Buddy. My name is Buddy.

Laura: Buddy- - that’s of German extraction isn’t it. I love the German people with all that self-restrained discipline. I’m German myself.

Caller: How do you come to that conclusion?

Laura: Your last name’s “Weiser”, isn’t it? But – Weiser?

Caller: I’d like to tell you my problem.

Laura: That’s what we’re here for. The only problem not solved is the one not talked about.

Caller: Well, before I was married, me and my wife had sex.

Laura: That’s a bit of an oxy-moron. You said “Before I was married, me and my wife had sex. She wasn’t you wife then so you were sinning.

Caller You’re talking minutia here- - -

Laura: Adultry is sex with someone not your wife. If you have sex with a woman who’s single she might eventually be “someone else’s wife”

Caller (groan) - - - But then we broke up and when I next saw her she asked me for some money to get an abortion and I got mad and said the child probably wasn’t mine so she got the money elsewhere to have it. And I guess I’m kind of wondering whether I did the right thing.

Laura: You said you were married. Do you have any children now?

Caller: None that I know about.

(dead silence)

Caller: Lighten up. That was supposed to be a joke.

Laura: In other words you’re saying you left town to make some financial deal but when the deal didn’t come off you wouldn’t pay for your wive’s abortion, otherwise you would have. Is that what I hear you saying?

Caller: How did you know about that? (pause) What I mean to say is absolutely not. I’m a devout Christian and I have high religious scruples.

Laura: Well what I think you need is more scruples and less screwing. Good-bye.

Caller Wait a minute. My relation between me and God is my business.

Laura God is already punishing you. When are you going to learn your lesson?

Caller God isn’t punishing me. I have a good life, no thanks to you.

Laura You just said your wife had philopian tube scarring from the abortion and can’t have children now. God visits the sins of the fathers unto the third and fourth generation

Caller There’s nothing wrong with my wife, uterus or philopian tubes. I think you’ve got me confused with some soap opera that’s on the air.

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Laura: This is Dr. Laura, you’re on the air.

Caller: I think you’re mean to a lot of your callers

Laura: Do you actually have a problem or did you just call to complain?

Caller I just think you could choose your words a little more carefully

Laura: I get my words straight from Jesus Christ, for whom I live

Caller Yeah- - I’ve seen that show on your station. I could imagine he’s the sort of guy you’d emulate- - - you’re both so- - [click]

Laura: This is Dr. Laura, you’re on the air.

Caller Dear, have you considered meditation for your stress? Our meditation club meets every Tuesday morning at ten o clock and we- - [click]

Laura: I told my screener not to let any women over fifty-five on the air. That’s the sort of called you get. This is Dr. Laura, you’re on the air.

Caller Yeah- - - I think I’m sexually attracted to my half sister. But I’m not sure

Laura You’re not sure your attracted?

Caller: I’m not sure she’s my sister. You see there’s this Apartment complex I moved into and there’s this woman Kathy with her little son Nicholas, and everyone says Nicholas looks like me.

Laura: Certainly that comes as no surprise to you does it?

Caller: Actually, it does. You see I don’t have any children so the experience is new to me but I find myself wanting to be someone who Nicholas looks up to, and

Laura You’re just trying to get around the facts. You know there’s a report out there that says you’re the father of Nicholas and I’ve got a copy of it in my hands right now, it’s from Crane Genetics Labs and it’s personally signed by Allester, himself. And you’d rather admit to having sex with your sister than to admit you’re the father of that little boy. And I think that’s- -

Caller: Wait a minute! You’d have to believe in immaculate conception to- -

Laura: Go tell it to the judge. I’ve heard enough. We’ll be back right after this important break from our sponsors.
Like I say- - sometimes you fear you're going to run out of material. The saying is true from the Bob Dylan song as follows:
All these people that you mention
Yet I know them- they're quite lame
I had to re-arrange their faces
And give them all another name

I guess for me it’s a good day anytime the laundry comes back and everything is there. It’s a good day if I get a letter in the mail and it’s only an advertisement for financing and not a collection agency for that forty dollars they say I owe. It’s a good day if I go out to eat and there isn’t a mouse head in my soup. From now on I’m going to be a more generous tipper for they say, “What goes around comes around”. Frank Sinatra in those commercials used to tell the Hotel, “Just make sure I have clean towels”.

Randy Rhodes has a substitute today. Now there’s a new thing to worry about. The mafia may have more of a hammer-lock on American govt. than I think. There was a mafia sponsored assassination of John Kennedy around November first that was foiled in Chicago. Subsequently there was an assassination attempt in Tampa Bay that was foiled. According to legond there was an agent named Lincoln who told Kennedy not to go to Dallas. There was a guy named Powell who was behind JFK and looking ahead in the motorcade and he saw a puff of white smoke from the grassy knoll and that’s what caused the car to slow up briefly before it sped up. There are always these “conspiracy” stories about people who developed a carborator that could get 150 mi. to the gallon and the oil companies bought them out. You’d think if these stories were true some day these people wouldn’t be taking stupid pills that day. We were told about Conquistadors raiding the sacred burial grounds in Bolivia of silver figurines and them melting them down into bars before being shipped back to Spain. Today Bolivia has nationalize their oil reserves and Bush doesn’t like it. The host on KTLK said today that if we’re a democracy, we have every right to go Socialist if we want to. Iran nationalized their oil reserves in 1953 and that’s when Eisenhour put in The Shaw & kicked the elected government out. Every day it’s something new and frightening. I don’t think I’m going to blog again till there is a really big story on Bush. We’re numbed to all these “little” stories so far.

Zacharius Musabe or whoever got life in prison without possibility of parole today in an ultra maximum security federal facility in Colorado. Apparently it’s something like Pelican Bay with no socialization with other prisoners at all. I’m assuming they are suspending his blogging privileges. I wonder if he would get more “hits” than me.