I
N T R O D U C T I O N
People
running for president, politicians, rock stars, movie stars. radio
and TV stars, 'big wheels' in ANY organizations and famous sports
figures are all unimportant, really. You heard me. Why? Because they
entertain your thoughts elsewhere, away from what is more important.
What is much more important in your life. Y O U. You are more
important, you and your game. Don't let them and their game in life
interrupt you and your game in life. You playing your game is more
important than going ga-ga over others at their games. Being a fan of
somebody else is like 'playing hookie' on yourself. Never quite
'showing-up' for your class at school. Being a fan of other 'stars'
and success stories diminishes the stars in Your eyes. The important
and talented thoughts you once had about yourself need to return.
Because You, it is YOU that really counts. It is You that R O C K's
here, man. You are a galactic human. Treat yourself as such.
Some
of us humans will
be taken by the awesome beauty of the rose blooms in our
life, and some that will be snagged by the thorns in their life. But
there are those, like myself, once caught, that are
able to now see
the thorns for
what they really are, and
enjoy the blooms of life even more because of the thorns. Meditation
gave
me that
time to step-back and
differentiate
my thoughts before I act
on them – then acting
on them later with
better
feelings behind my words
and actions.
Now,
I don't know about you but this here 'Pennsylvania-farm boy'
certainly had no idea what meditation was. First time I heard it I
thought my friend Jack said the word that sounds damn close to it.
Almost rhymes with it. One of the words I learned, red face included,
at a middle school recess. I got embarrassed like I did then. Didn't
particularly want to talk about masturbation with him on that day, or
really any day. Thank you. Then he repeated it, to my relief, but
like the other word, Jack gave it that mischievous 'shouldn't be
talking about it' aer or air about him.. He wasn't kidding either.
Acted like it was illegal, looking around behind him, before
continuing, like spy’s were watching us. He sure kindled this
teen's fires of interest as to what Jack was going to divulge next.
He knew a lot of real cool Carnival stories. His Dad was a 'carnie'
born and raised. He got up close to me. I always remember he smelled
like his Dad's cigars. He whispered to me, “Meditation is just
sitting and hearing your thoughts.”
Parents
across the globe are set
in their ways and their ways, immune
from scrutiny in most
cases, are passed on to
the children. And their children are to decide whether to follow
those foot-steps or use
those lessons as
examples as what not
to do in their life.
What
not to pass on to their children. Some children, no matter how wrong
their parents decisions were, and
realizing how wrong they were, still
wont change. To me this
is not growth but stagnation. I should know, I was there for a time,
until Jack came along.
Without him and his cousin,
my family
wouldn't have been
aware of another
life out there. A
world just on the outskirts of the one we were born in.
I
know what you're going to
think now when
I tell you this. I
didn't believe it either. Took a lot of proof for me to believe him.
“Yeah right,” I hear your
thoughts already. Ya
might want to sit down though.
Do some deep
belly-breathing. Ready?
Jack was never sick and
never missed a day of
school for
as long as I knew him.
You heard me, yep.
I know, you
look at me like that's unheard of, and
I would
have agreed with
you, back then. I can
remember getting my usual one
or two
colds or more
a month, and
my yearly flue as well as chicken pox, etc. One day at his house,
soon after he told me
about meditation, we were
talking and this tardiness subject came up. I had a cold then because
he asked me if I was tired of getting sick like this. I think I said,
“yeah why,” but
I don’t remember for
sure. It was forty five years ago, mind you. What I do remember is
looking at his report
cards in his bedroom.“Our
family doesn't get sick,” I
needed proof. Sure enough
there were zeros in that
area on every report
card. There were even
zeros on his sister's
report cards. I needed more proof. His father wasn't home at the
moment, but his mother looked at Jack like he said a cuss word or
something. I needed even more proof. “You
can tell your parents, of course, but please don't tell anybody
else,” she told me.
She got a call from Mom
soon after I think.
Needless to say,
we were studying
meditation from Jack's
cousin soon after that.
