The magic is here now. I want to tell you a story.
Once upon a time there was a man who appeared very successful in life. He had a job most admire and was well thought of in his community. He had many friends of upper levels of society.
After a divorce, and a few other things, the man found himself homeless. Without the friends, the position, the influence, the family…he was alone, with himself and God. You learn a lot about yourself in those times. Maybe it’s the only acceptable way to learn anything at all.
This man told me, everyone should be homeless for 6 months. That’s all it takes, and then you know. You know things you could not have known. You feel things you could not have felt, and you see things you could have never seen. The world is different from then on. An awakening you might say.
No longer will you be fooled by titles, cars, or big houses. You look at the wealth as a posturing, and the friends that go with it are not friends at all, but opportunists for the most part. Everybody using everybody…to gain a little ground or climb a few more rungs up the ladder of success.
And so he lived and ate and slept with the homeless, and he slept alone, and then with the homeless, and then alone, and so on and so on for years.
You would think if this person had it to do over again he would have chosen a different path, but I don’t think so. It made the man who he is today.
He gained money and he was homeless no more.
He still wore the same clothes and behaved the same, but now he had a roof over his head. In his mind, though, he will always be homeless. Because once you’ve been there, you know it’s always around the corner. Ask the 70,000 in China following the quake if they saw it coming. Ask the Midwest flood victims if they saw it coming.
When I was down on my luck, he gave me money. He gave me money knowing this might be what he needed to not be homeless again at some point in his life. He gave what I needed when I needed it, and without my asking for it. He has done this many times before to many different people. He never winked at God for how good he had been. He was giving to me so that I would feel the way he felt…when he was homeless. He gave out of concern for MY pride, NOT out of concern for his.
Someday maybe the Keys will realize what a giant walks amongst us. Made fun of and criticized, he walks on. Called a dreamer, crazy, a lunatic, he walks on. He seeks out those amongst us that can see past the normal vision. Nothing is at it seems, and he is not either.
Walking amongst us, he offers up truth for those who can take it. He offers up choices for those who will choose. He tries to tell you, he’s been over that hill and he has seen, but few listen. He warns, he prays, he dreams, he begs, he foretells. He hopes maybe it will change one of us to be better.
He is Sloan Bashinsky, a dreamer, a prophet, a ghost in the flesh. And if you don’t believe it now, you will someday, when he’s gone. You’ll have your hard pressed reality bowling over your life and smashing you like a dirt road under a road grader. You’ll wonder if there is any hope. You’ll wonder if there is any dream left. You’ll wonder if there is any magic. And then you’ll remember… when he walked with us and talked with us, and we called him crazy.
You’ll beg for the light he shined, the hope he had, the dreams he spoke of. And you’ll get nothing but silence because he’ll be gone. And the reality you so clung to, you’ll try to discard like a filthy rag. And the friends you had will all have vanished into vapors. And you might know loneliness, and you might very well…find yourself alone.
And you too may walk out on it all, and live amongst the homeless to redeem what is left of your soul. Because in the end, only the soul matters. Our flesh will fail us, we will succumb to disease and injury, and finally death. But only our soul survives.
What shape will you have left it in for this last moment? Sloan has been warning, crying, wailing and begging for you to consider this now.
Sandy Downs
TIME TO CHOOSE (excerpts from a poem I wrote)
The principalities, the powers, the unseen,..the war between good and evil.
“He” knew the weapons would come on the shoulders of the evil warriors.
“He” tried to warn them. The village looked on. Was “he” crazy?
The principalities, the powers of darkness, call for heads
to be delivered on platters everyday.
And unknowingly you choose your side.
“Don’t be surprised when they hate you”, said Jesus,..
“for they hated me first without a cause.”
Jesus said his saints would be like the salt of the earth scattered abroad.
Some have lost their savor. How many are left?
Few…, outnumbered…, holding the ground, fighting the wars of the unseen.
But these words are pungent in the ears of the Christians, the civilized.
“No heads are called for”, they say.
Yet they are, by Satan everyday.
And the idle stand by and do nothing as the saints are delivered,
And the idle claim innocence of the blood of it all,
because they carried not.. the weapons to slaughter the Saints.
But I tell you truth, idle ones, you are guilty!
You chose not to engage in the battle,…
but the battle engaged you, knowingly or not.
You watched the slaughter, but raised NOT a word in protest.
Fear of losing the popular friends, fear of becoming the “salt”
of the earth…scattered about and preyed on by Satan and his
devouring angels.
Satan would not target the idle who allow him to deliver the heads on the platters.
The ones he despises are the workers of God, the salt of the earth.
They live by rules other than those seen.
They are written in the Bible, in the Holy books of old.
Most read with their lips and see with their eyes but believe not in their hearts.
Or they would become the salt, the persecuted, sawn asunder, living in
caves, destitute, beheaded, tortured in prison and so the Book goes.
And so the sale is void. There are no takers.
They want none of the hardships of the Lord elect.
The idle fall by the wayside, planted shallow, planted on rocks…
yielding nothing but thorns.
And Jesus says, “It is hard to kick against the pricks.”
The pricks of the fallen, the fence walkers, who will not choose a side.
One side is too torturous that bears the eternal promise.
The other side, Satan’s side, is full of success, victory in this world,
and awards and accolades.
The elect sleep without a home, without a country,
alone with their wounds
with only God to comfort them.
Speaking to the “Unseen” as their only friend.
You have chosen even if you refuse to.
You have chosen if you are not engaged.
You are NOT the salt of the earth if you are comforted, and popular.
No words of Jesus offered prosperity.
No words of Jesus have offered rewards here on earth.
Jesus spoke of trials and tribulations, and persecutions on earth.
Only from above from the Father, in a world yet to be seen,
will our efforts be rewarded.
In a world Einstein could not explain.
In a world where the formulas work, but no man can figure them out.
In a world too grand.
“Do you understand how I hung the moon and the stars?”, said God.
“Then how can you understand things greater?”
But the heads have been called for;
And the platters will be full,
And your hands will not be clean if you sit idly by,
And you will be rewarded with your portion for the killing.
It is written.
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It is ending, the Keys as we knew it. Long gone is Houseboat Row, long gone are the real conch Cruisers, long gone are the pets in the restaurants, long gone are the fishermen smoking and drinking and comparing their catch in the local restaurants. Long gone is One Human Family..the rainbows, the artists, and the dreamers. Long gone. But we must try to get it back.
We are measured as a society by how we treat the LEAST of us, not the most successful. I will tell you what I know. I will tell you that people need to start stepping up to the plate and backing these “lone rangers” trying to take their County back for them. Or it will be too late. I will remind you that there always is a choice. You can sit on the side and watch, or you can engage yourself and stand up. I will promise you, it can be done. I will tell you, it is not too late. It is too late, if it is only Sloan fighting.
10% of this County wants it all for them…. 90% want to share and be fair, but these 90% need to speak out!! Please come forward and help Sloan!
And from Leonard Cohen:
I can run no more with that lawless crowd,
While the killers in high places say their prayers out loud,
Well, they’ve summoned…they’ve summoned up a thunder cloud,..
They’re gonna hear from me.
Ring those bells that still can ring
Forget your PERFECT offering
There is a crack…a crack in everything…
That’s how the light gets in.
Sandra Downs
Subject: letters to the editor From: sandy@sandyforsheriff.com Date: Thu, April 17, 2008 3:01 am To: ttuell@keysnews.com
Silence is not golden in the Keys. The actions by those in authority to undermine our freedom of speech and press gets little attention. Why has no one written this letter yet? Rights aren’t lost in one day, they are stripped in tiny pieces from the fabric of our freedom. Bit by bit, piece by piece, until we don’t even recognize what is left. Out of fear of losing our job, we comply. Out of fear of drawing attention to ourselves, we comply. Out of fear of punishment, we comply. We comply until we have everything lef…BUT our freedom; and then we realize, we have nothing left at all.
Next time the Tibet flag is waved, remember: Bit by bit, piece by piece, taken first from the powerless, then from the rest.
Sandra Downs
Many people in the Florida Keys call her a dreamer, crazy, a lunatic. I call her friend, and thank her for her campaign donation. Sloan Bashinsky, mayor candidate, Key West