I compare America
to a homeowner who has sold their house off piece by piece. S/he built a large
lovely house w/all facilities, and lived in it for a while.Many came as guests, and marveled @ the house
both interior/exterior.One day the
neighbors saw to their surprise the homeowner out front w/several blankets on
the on their front lawn upon which were many faucet fixtures of great
value.They came to watch the proceding
yard sale.One neighbor asked to use the
facilities indoors—and s/he came out soon, very perplexed:
Sir-Madame you don’t have any
faucet handles!What has happened!I looked in all the bathrooms, and the
kitchen sink too!
Yes I have faucet handles—here they
are!Out here in the yard for sale!
The following week doors appeared, laid outside on the
blanket, then window frames.Then copper
tubing---soon it was apparent the foolish homeowner was selling off their house
Nothing will be left of this superb house—because this
foolish homeowner has lost his-her mind!The neighbors declared.
S/he has sold off her educational system, is in the process
of destroying her middleclass.Has all
but murdered her senior poor, & is selling out her children.Oh America!Haven’t you learned from other fallen Empires?
Red Jordan Arobateau now has a new Spiritual Website dedicated to his semi-spiritual/spiritual writings mainly thru his Journals, which nobody knows about, plus they do not contain the filthy nasty nogood low down trash as can be found in some of his novels, collections! This website has spiritual quotes from his journals, and other info.
I believe this is the address, if it isn't I'll post another blog.
PS, all his Journals are available from Amazon.com, at $8 apiece, or free if you are on their program.
Hey Listen Up! Stumbled across this in my Unofficial Semi-Autobiography AUTUMN CHANGES, which am editing the whole dang thing fer’ Amazon ebook:
1954. Every year they came to town.--Sometimes twice. That illicit ad the queer 11 year old spied in the movie/entertainment section of the newspaper. Chicago Tribune. The Jewel Box Review. Featuring it's two dozen transsexual women resplendent in gowns, jewelry, hair straightened or wigs piled high on their heads. And one man--Mr. Storme Delarverie --featured as the only male among 24 women who acted as MC and chivalrously escorted the giant ladies back & forth across the stage. This was the only gay thing to be seen in any newspaper or media anywhere. His eyes feasted on this.--It was just one of two few pieces of information about the puzzle of who he was, that he could find.
---AUTUMN CHANGES Part 3
Thats all fer' now folks! Red This is the intellectual property of Red Jordan Arobateau. His books may be found on Amazon.com ebook, Lulu.com, and other sites!
I yelled, I screamed, I balled up my fists & stomped like a tiny child. I got jealous @ people higher up with more privilege then me. Little did I realize that being low was a privilege.
Tuesday, March 13, 2PM In every church & every synagogue and probably mosques—there is the same hell. I don’t want people to delude themselves upon reading the machinations of the political processes, the business processes & the inter-personnel process of that esteemed G, to believe it is a corrupt cesspool apart from all the other corrupt cesspools whither great/small of all the religious institutions in all the towns and all the cities on this planet! The church/synagogue/mosque is a human construction—inspired by the Eternal, but falling far short of its highest ideals!
It is a good thing I learned this lesson so I can pass it on to you and you and you! As a tiny child I was so disillusioned by the hypocrisy of Lincoln Memorial Congregational Church right by St. Lawrence avenue, where I grew up—because they had a pedophile on their church staff, and also, other church staff saw my suffering at the hands of my mad mother in our home, but did nothing to intervene; my pain was so great that as a 10 or 11 year old I declared: I don’t believe in God! And held by this belief or lack of one for 25 years. Then I’d discovered God. I discovered God by a process of events---which you all know by now—and there in East Bay Metropolitan Community Church, was ensconced in the pews under the armpit of the Devine once again, thankfully. After 15 years service and seeing one backslap and after another, one bit of gossip, one cut-throat laying out in the aisles, I left. I went here and there fulfilling my duties to churches & shuls, not delving into their politics. I did not loose my faith in God(ess) which I now firmly held.
Then I arrived like a shipwrecked sailor with no boat on the granite steps of that lofty Grace Cathedral. God was served by me there, and is continuing. My belief in Her/Him no longer shaken by what humans do in Her name.
This is the lesson which we must remind ourselves over and over—don’t throw the baby out w/the bathwater! Do not allow your disillusionment with churchanity cause a weakening of your faith! God the Eternal is the same, and stays the same from generation to generation—no matter how much muck and mire is slung around!
Whither little gossips or higher ones, God still reigns, the church/mosque/shul still must be served—as it is a teaching tool for the young, a mainstay of the heart of the old, and a life-lengthening process for everyone inbetween!
I want to build your faith Dear Children, despite all obstacles.
Well, that said on to the gossip!
This excerpt from my current Journal, now available online; LA VIDA. Go buy Red Jordan Arobateau’s books on Amazon.com; Lulu.com; his art books w/paintings & text at Blurb.com, and his fine arts prints at Fineartamerica.com.