I awoke from a dream around 3:30 a.m. this morning, feeling really poisoned, and feeling I should include in today’s post recent Faceback back and forth with Benton Coons, which I had not thought yesterday I would publish.
Sloan Bashinsky From a high elevation looking down, this is true; from a low elevation looking up, it is somewhat different, made difficult, or a lot more difficult by trying to change what is being experienced and what is being seen which seems like it should be different.
Benton Coons I assumed right…. you would define it more like a problem. I don’t want to end suffering sloan U are so wrong…. Suffering is… and if my heart is not hurting lookng at all the crazy misery I see… well than I just wouldnt be the poet I am…. But it is quite obvious that we as humans are stuck in a lot of Unnecessarily misery …… and my life will always be about lifting us up out of that…. Maybe some day your angels well let you up out of the basement…. and take you out for a good view. Be in Grace Sloan…..
Sloan Bashinsky We must live on different planets, Benton. After commenting on the guru’s (?) remarks, I remembered the taxi ride from the airport into Mumbai (Bombay) in latish June 2000, and passing by thousands of people in rags or less, lined up, sitting, lying next to each other, on cardboard boxes or nothing, over mud, as far as I could see, and wondering where they got drinking water and food, and where they relieved themselves. And then I wondered how what the guru would say, if he was one of those people. And I wondered what you would say, if you were one of those people. Don’t even go there, Benton, you have no idea what you would say if you were one of those people. You’d have to be one of them to say it. In a nap dream yesterday, I heard, “There is an Ice Age everywhere on this world but this area.” The area where I was on this planet, other people were there, stuff was in motion.
I did not write to Benton that my female companion told me on the drive in from the Mumbai airport that all she could see in the air were serpents. She had excellent spirit vision and hearing. I said those weren’t the nice kind of serpents kids see on the Saturday morning cartoons. She said, no, they were not those kind of serpents. She herself had had an Indian guru/yogi from whom she had had to be delivered by Jesus and Archangel Michael after she met me. That came about after she dreamt of her old guru sitting above her head in the lotus position, sucking her energy out of her through the top of her head. Her guru had been dead many years when she had that dream.
There seems to be a very mistaken idea …. that I am going for greener pastures… crack me up… No I’m just going to a different venue to raise it up …..
Sloan Bashinsky Used the UN American history lesson, which you posted on Facebook earlier today, in the “Zero Dark Thirty – America in denial” post, a link for which at www.goodmorningfloridakeys.com I just posted. Benton, you are all over the place in your FB posts. You are going into a very dark part of the world, which is Islam. If you go over there [Kurdistan-Southern Turkey] and keep beating up on America, which certainly deserves getting beat up on, but do not put Islam in front of the mirror just as much, which it certainly deserves, if you are going over there to find a new life, new friends, new family, which your FB posts frequently suggest you hope will happen, I doubt much, or anything, will change.
Benton Coons Sloan you are not all over the place and still very predictable where you will go with the next words… Your imagination and lack of knowledge of me, my journey, and my interactions with the people of the middle east… or just simply what my draw was in the first place….. Your images of Islam sound like Sound bites of a bad Fox news report…. If we truly want to look at the death and destruction that has been caused in the world … in lets just say the last short 100 years…. well Certainly the Christians are 1# … funny it seems those good christian folks are always the first to send their boys of to war…. and the Christian god is as vengeful as any. Sloan simply I can not have faith or listen much to you any more… My connection to spirit and heart that says what you continue to call angels is something else, Not quite of wholeness. That or your angels are simply ignorant.. and have watched to much fox news. Sloan for as much as you seem to think you know what I am doing, what I about or who i am bashing.. all I can find is projection…and prejudice…. Yes my old friend…. I am finding no clarity coming towards me … and I am sorry to see that what you call God continues to drag you down the road .. for your own good. Personally my image of God is much more like mother…. yours Im sorry to say… stuck in the old testament…. I wish you Joy, Health, Peace and Stillness. I am leaving the conversation with you. and as I continue to say in the deepest of truth… send them over I am more than willing … and you sir could surely use some rest…. and some Joy. Peace upon you old brother.
I met Benton in 1994, when I lived in Boulder, Colorado, around the time a little book I called A Crazy Person’s Bible fell out of me. The angels used that little book to help me understand that the only way I could love God was to be crazy, because no sane person could deal with the stuff God was laying on me. For some time, I’ve been feeding Benton the crazy person Jesus from the New Testament.
Most of the vetoes concerned our support for Israel, who lives in a very difficult world. It’s disappointing to see how few the Obama Administration has cast.
I wrote back:
Hi, Jerry -
Looks to me that about one-half, give or take, of US’s UN Resolution vetoes concerned Israel.
One US veto listed was: 1985 Measures to be taken against Nazi, Fascist, and neo-Fascist activities.
America’s Israel dilemma is clear. America supports and/or defends Israel at the risk of retaliation from Israel’s long time sibling enemy dating back to Abraham, Isaac and Ishmael in Genesis. That history may mean nothing to Americans, but it means a great deal to Judaism which descended from Isaac, and to Islam which descended from Ishmael. In Genesis, God told Abraham a great nation would be made of Ishmael’s seed, which would cause the great nation made from Isaac’s seed trouble. Islam views that as a command from God to cause Judaism trouble. The sibling war will not resolve through US involvement, nor from UN involvement I don’t imagine. It might never resolve. If Americans want to keep kicking that hornet nest, which is Islam, then that’s their prerogative, but they should do it with their eyes wide open, instead of wide shut.
From Nashville J yesterday:
PASS THE BISCUITS
When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now & then & I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.
On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed!
Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said: “Honey, I love burned biscuits.”
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides… A burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!”
You know, life is full of imperfect things… And imperfect people. I’m not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each other’s faults and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.
So…please pass me a biscuit. And yes, the burned one will do just fine! If you want, pass this along to someone who has enriched your life…I just did!
Life is too short to wake up with regrets… Love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don’t.
ENJOY LIFE NOW – IT HAS AN EXPIRATION DATE!
I wrote back:
Hi, J – Merry Christmas this is not shaping up to be – yet, but it’s only the day before. Love your burnt biscuits story. Wish I had gotten to meet your father, and your mother. Maybe some day you and I will meet in person. Maybe if the Sandy Hook shooter had had parents like yours, he would have turned out differently. The angels told me to love everyone, but the angels perspective of love is a bit different from what I thought love was before the angels got a hold of me. Love seems to come in different wrappers depending on different situations. Today’s “Zero Dark Thirty” post probably didn’t seem loving to many, if any, people. A little while ago, I blessed out a Keys fellow on the phone. He’s been asking for help with something, and I’ve told him I would get it done for him, but he keeps doing other things that get in the way, and finally I let him have it, hoping it would wake him up and accept what I told him I would do, which is to get him back to his daughter and grandaughter in your state, where he’s been pining to be for over a year now but has not the means to get there. Living in the Keys is not working for him, it is blatanly obvious. He called to wish me a Merry Christmas and I gave him burnt bisquits. Maybe how my Christmas is going had some play in that, but maybe I would have said it the same way last August under the same circumstances.
The burnt biscuits was a pass along from someone else – althought my Mom was always a great mom and good to me (Dad dies when I was 4 so I don’t have many memories). I guess I should have put “author unknown” on it.
Hope you day and Christmas improves – hopefully the angels will sing on Christmas day and not be on you to do something else.
If the angels sing to me tomorrow, it will be the first time they did that on Christmas since they snatched me in early 1987. Usually, they make Christmas especially trying, and then somewhere in there they throw in a few bright moments.
In a nap dream before hearing from Jerry and Nashville J yesterday, I dreamt I was talking with an older woman who might have been my 7th and 8th grade science teacher, Mrs. Bagley. She was to my right. Directly in front of me behind a desk was the young psychiatrist who’d had the unenviable task of trying to treat me during a killer dark night of the soul which rose up from out of a warm sea in a dream and ran from February 1997-June 1998.
The good head doctor, whom I liked even though he was killing me with his pills, had never heard of the dark night of the soul. When I left his care, I told him that he’d never had another patient like me, had he? He said that was true. I asked if he knew why? He said he didn’t know why. I said, because there wasn’t anything wrong with me but God messing with me.
In the dream, I told the elderly woman that God had turned me every which a way but loose so many times that I probably should just go ahead and say I’m crazy, since everyone already believes I’m crazy. The young psychiatrist burst into friendly laughter. The dream ended.
His wife was a psychiatrist, too. They were Methodists.
I told a mainland woman friend last night that Christmas in America is nothing about Christ. She agreed. She said she dreamt the night before that the sea was really angry, the waves were acting crazy. I said that was in keeping with an apocalyptic dream I’d had the night before, which I reported in yesterday’s Zero Dark Thirty – America in denial post.
My recollection is it was that kind of angry sea on which Jesus reportedly walked, and then invited Peter to join him there, and Peter took a step or two out of the boat and lost his nerve and started to sink, and Jesus chided Peter and he regained his nerve and joined Jesus standing on the waves in the angry sea. Then, the sea calmed, as I recal.
I imagine most Methodists today think, believe Jesus and Peter actually walked on that angry sea. I imagine most Christians today think, believe that.
After coming out of the killer dark night and leaving my psychiatrist, through an elder Christian intercessor I met a country minister who said he agreed: the Bible is an inside teaching and if you approach it as an external event you miss the whole point.
The sea is massive, it represents the emotions, the unconscious, spirit. It is very angry in there today, maybe even angrier than in Jesus’ time. I really don’t see the coming of the light making many Americans sing joyfully; but don’t put any stock in what I say, I’m crazy; and Jesus was born in Capricorn (late December) and not in Pisces (early March), and had nothing to do with fish or the sea therefore.
However, I think the burned bisquit story has a great deal to do with Jesus, even though it doesn’t seem to have anything to do with the decorated tree someone stuck at the end of the story.
So far, this Christmas reminds me of Christmases since the angels grabbed me in early 1987.
So far, it looks like Benton’s good wishes for me are not panning out. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am stuck in the Old Testament.
Several times yesterday, I told the angels that I hoped what I got for Christmas was that I didn’t wake up today. That it was over.