Mind Prison

The night is quiet and the darkness seems to be so thick I could cut it with a knife. It's in these times that I seem to be waking more and more to the sounds of black stillness. Even the usual ringing in my ears is but a distant memory. Confused, I lean out onto the solid, cold, concrete window sill and while holding onto rusty iron bars and looking up into the ink black heavens I imagine a visit from a friendly extraterrestrial. We shake hands out somewhere on the dew lain sod.In the dimness of the darkness he does seem to be made of gray light. I have a hopeful expectation that my benevolent visitor might treat me to some late night conversation or maybe linger for the thrill of an abduction. But my mind snaps back into my body and I am only treated to the stillness of the pursuing dawn. Coming to pay a quiet and respectful greeting while reflecting on the past 12 hours of listless peace. Even the insects have decided to stay inside their houses and meditate quietly on the night's blustering faintness of starlight as a gentle, cool breeze reminds me to pull myself back into the warmth and safety of my foyer.

I'm wondering out loud now as the seconds tick past and remind me that the shelter and peace I long for can only survive in this present moment. Hiding behind the shadows in the nexus of "Now" never to survive the peaks and valleys of my limitless imagination. Where Pacific islands bask in the perpetual noon day sun. Gentle on shore breezes gust ever so slightly bending the soft hair growing so plentiful on the nap of my neck. Waves rhythmically spill onto coarse, white sandy beaches where never is found the footprint of another human soul. Here time does not exist. Floating effortlessly out in a crystal clear blue lagoon a white sailboat beckons to me in her soft, seductive and alluring voice to come out and pay her a visit.

My mind races on to memories of a garden. A beautiful garden tucked into the fertile crescent of a river laden valley. Two hawks glide effortlessly on billowing clouds that hold up the softness of the night air. Through my nose and sense of smell I am treated to the fragrance of honey, night blooming jasmine and earthy aromas of decaying leaves. Small animals of all kinds continue to scurry about on top of the leaf mulch deposited from the giant forest canopy. Ahead of me slightly in the distant are the faint outlines of ruins from earlier ancient civilization. Many people must have walked these overgrown forest paths fulfilling the futility of their day's activities. In the distance a stone temple is being swallowed alive by giant, thick sprawling jungle vines. I feel as if I'm being suffocated and call out for help into the abyss that is forever before me.

Loosing my grip on the edge and falling down from the window ledge I slam into the cold, dank reality of my present incarceration. The concrete floor of my prison cell is not my friend and I desperately yearn to return to the warmth of my Pacific atoll. Faintly I can remember that is still being guarded by the presence of my sleek yacht. My hands are orangery-red from the rust of the window's iron bars. Even though my body is continually here in this five foot by five foot concrete cubical hell my mind once again begins to race on and rev its sizzling hot engine as the flames begin to spill out from the exhaust headers of my 427 turbo charged Detroit Hemi engine. The Christmas tree lights turn from red to yellow and then to green as my foot pounds on the stiffness of the accelerator peddle pressing it to the floor.

The Stones That Didn't Cry Out

As Jesus of Nazareth and his disciples were traveling on a hot, dusty dirt road on their way up to Jerusalem they stopped in the shade of a fig tree where Jesus began to speak to them. "Behold, we are going up to Jerusalem, and the Son of Man will be betrayed to the chief priests and to the scribes; and they will condemn Him to death and deliver Him to the Gentiles; and they will mock Him, and scourge Him, and spit on Him, and kill Him. And the third day He will rise again."

The hot afternoon day sun was beating down upon them through the irregular shaped holes in the canopy of a fig tree. As the west wind gusted a fig leaf came loose and started swirling down to the ground. James and John, the sons of Zebedee, while being in the front row had not heard one word Jesus had said. You see they were busy wondering about themselves and not paying any attention to what their Master was attempting to teach them.

"Teacher, we want You to do for us whatever we ask." said James and John abruptly. "What do you want Me to do for you?" Jesus replied.

Friends this story is from the gospel of Mark, chapter 10, verses 33-36 where Jesus takes time out of His day to rest and teach His disciples before entering Jerusalem on the very first "Palm Sunday". What is amazing to me is how the words of Jesus about His betrayal, ultimate capture, cruel treatment, unfair trial and execution went right over the apostle's heads. So often I believe in our own walks with Jesus we do the very same thing."Yea, OK Lord I heard You but listen to what I want You to do for me."

Jesus returns to His teaching by gently informing James and John that men have always lusted after power and recognition. He uses the moment as a spring board to teach the 12 about serving others and says to them "For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life as a ransom for many."

Jesus came to this earth to be our servant-king. He became flesh by entering into time and dwelt among us. When the time was right Jesus began His last road trip to Jerusalem where He would fulfill His destiny as our "Passover Lamb". John the Baptist framed it like this "Behold The Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world."

The disciples find a colt tied to a tree in the village behind them. Jesus sits on the colt as He makes His way into the City of David. The crowd responds by spreading their garments out on the ground and cutting tree limbs for the colt to walk upon. The voices of the crowd began shouting verses from psalm 118 "Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord! Blessed is the kingdom of our father David that comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest!"

It was getting late in the day as the sun began to disappear behind the mountains surrounding Jerusalem. In the twilight Jesus surveyed the Temple Mount and then made His way back to Bethany with the other disciples. What a day this first "Palm Sunday" turned out to be, but in a way I wish the crowd had of kept silent as then all creation would have been treated to the world's first "Rock Concert" as the stones themselves would have cried out! Hosanna in the highest!

A Cog In A Larger Wheel

Joni Mitchel once sang this line in one of her classics from the 1960's "I feel to be a cog in something turning". Have you ever wondered about your fate? Or do you even believe in fate or destiny?


The recent disaster in Japan is just a cog in a larger wheel of destruction that is coming upon planet Earth. The huge earthquake while completely horrific has led to an even larger problem of radioactive fallout from Japan's damaged nuclear power plants. I heard a so-called expert on nuclear energy say on the radio yesterday that "nuclear energy is still the cleanest source of power available in the world". How absurd is that? With the fallout from the meltdown raining down on Tokyo and now Japan's off-shore prevailing winds will carry the radioactive dust particles to the west coast of the United States.


So what do we do? Shall we all duct tape our windows and doors shut. Stay in the safety of our homes and pray that the dust lands in our neighbor's yards and not ours? The Earth somehow seems smaller than it did just a short week ago. And even though I don't believe in Karma it seems more plausible today then ever. As the fallout begins to land on California, Oregon and Washington there seems to be some irony to the fact that we dropped two hydrogen bombs on their country in 1945,some sort of cosmic, yin-yan justice?


So the circle game will continue, the sun will once again rise on Japan and they will rebuild from the ashes. Politicians will pass new laws and powerful energy lobbyists will use this disaster to raise their prices on crude oil and natural gas. They never let a good disaster go to waste. Their corporate greed drips like blood from the canines of a ravenous wolf during feeding time. And yes, I feel to be a cog in something turning.


The earth seems to be heading for a crescendo. A climatic end to civilization as we know it. I don't want to sound like "Chicken Little" but don't look up right now. The "contrails" that you have noticed emitting from USAF jets that criss cross the sky are not what you think they are. I'm not totally sure either what or why they are spraying our skies but the spraying itself you can no longer deny. Since I was a child in the 1960's jet contrails have always disappeared behind the jets leaving them, but these new "exhaust clouds" stay in the sky and actually end up spreading out like a blanket leaving us with a hazy day.


So much for my attempt at fear mongering. Friends, it seems to be time for us all to wake up! Let's start working the problem of who is in controll of our government and start making some changes.Our politics don't seem to be working while our fore fathers have begun rolling over and over in their graves uncomfortable with the tyranny that has become so well rooted in this once great country of ours! So in closing, as just an average citizen, I would like to give you all one little piece of advice. Start looking to a higher power than yourself to help you from what is going to break on the near horizon.