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Amigo “Mud Dawg” Mike Tolbert, of rural Key West (Stock Island), dropped this pre-Thanksgiving cheer into my Facebook timeline yesterday:
further Thanksgiving cheer from my Facebook timeline:
Sosha Swelihle Thabethe Listic So like, apparantley the text is the means to liberation, not the man standing there reading it. They just “lorded” the bible over peasents and assertive women and distort the meaning. As Lau Tzu put it “Religion is a flowery trapping of Tau (The path to heaven/ redemption)” – So religion is the problem, not spirituality, that’s what these folks needed, none of this macabre gothic spanish enquisition stuff.
Sloan Bashinsky This may seem odd, but the angels who have been on my case since early 1987 did plenty of things to me which paled what I imagine it felt like to have a screw ground through the back of my hand. Likewise, some of the psychological warfare waged against me, in the name of God, by various people.
Amigo Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, continued our uplifting discussion reported in the one of millions of dispensable churches once again dispenses with tradition, manners and common nonsense, in favor of, hmmm… post at www.birmingham.com:
SLOAN: 2 books I would recommend to you : “WHAT DO YOU CARE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK”, by Richard P. Feyman—not an ordinary person–beyond brilliant–the one closest to EINSTEIN in absolute intellect–a Physicist –absolutely essential to the success of the Manhattan Project—-I tried to get his lectures at CAL TECH —Amazon has them for $134 bucks–
I will still try—the most classic ever written—–Then THE MEANING OF HUMAN EXISTENCE—E>O. Wilson Professor emeritus–at Harvard (Pulitzer prize winner) wrote at least 40 books –most respected biologist on the planet—RAISED IN ALABAMA raised Baptist —–aged 92 —–DENOUNCES organized religiosity —-in a sophisticated —fierce way—arguments are unassailable !! these will enrich your life and get my message to you across.. Horribly busy day CHEERS, CHEERS Jerry
( take my advice ) –last message untill 3 AM ________________Jerry
Thanks, Jerry –
Years ago, the angels cured me of worrying about what other people think of me. It was a hell of a transition, especially regarding how my father thought about me. But I was gotten over it.
Kudos for the esteemed biologist raised Baptist in Alabama. My father and his father were Baptists. Not sure being in on the Manhattan project turned out so well for humanity. The angels told me Christianity is the Anti-Christ, because it claims Jesus as Lord, but does not live as he told people to live.
It appears the meaning of my existence is trying to stay in the good graces of Jesus, Archangel Michael and Magdalene-Melchizedek. All the rest might be glitter that is not gold, even though I still think I might like some of the glitter.
I will see how it goes in dreams re my reading the two books you recommended.
Those books –especially E.O. Wilson you might enjoy !!
I found myself wondering this afternoon if Feyman and Einstein ever expressed public remorse for their contribution to the creation and use of nuclear weapons?
So far, no dream indication I’m to read Wilson’s book. It’s easy to destroy Christian crusaders’ arguments simply by using the very words of Jesus in the Gospels re the correct way to live, but it’s impossible, in my experience, for them to hear what Jesus said in the Gospels re the correct way to live.
I found myself thinking earlier today that I think maybe I’m from a parallel universe where what I think and say is common fare, or I’m thinking and speaking in a foreign language, maybe Chinese or Mongolian, or Pleiadean :-). Yeah, maybe Pleiadean :-).
SLOAN: Richard Feynman went into a depressive state, as far I know that might have lasted a long time. Einstein tried to make up for it by many humanitarian writings, i presume trying to make up for that nuclear event; You know mabe Japan deserved it –there is that part to consider.
They probably tortured and killed more Chinese than Hiroshima, and TORTURED them—they killed our people as well. Truman made that decision not he scientists…. .
The Japanese kill everything including whales and porpoises—–maybe they need another one –they piss me off big time….
Your English is fine —what is bothering you so much
out with it… ?????????? kindly, Jerry
( i support you —-Sloan you do good stuff…really.!!!! )
Heh, heh, out with it???
For a very long time, Jerry, I have felt like I am talking to myself about most things. I say something to someone, or write it, and from the response it’s as if I didn’t say it. Or as if it was not believed. Or as if it was too horrible to believe, or even acknowledge. Maybe there is a label for my condition?
That aside, I agree; Truman made that call, and I read a few years ago in a national magazine featuring a handwritten excerpt from his personal diary, that he dropped the A-bombs to intimidate the Russians, not to win the war against the Japanese, who already were trying to surrender.
I agree, the Japanese have failed utterly to take care of the very thing on which they fully depend to exist: the ocean. As a nation, they have no soul in that regard. And, from what I have read, they were ruthless and vicious in China, and elsewhere. One of their submarines torpedoed an American hospital ship bearing the white flag and red cross carrying hundreds of wounded US troops, one of whom was the best childhood friend of my mother’s brother, who perished along with most of the people on that ship.
I have read the US backed Japan into a corner and the Japanese felt they had no choice but to attack Pearl Harbor. If the Japanese admiral had carried out the attack as planned, all of the US oil reserves in Hawaii would have been destroyed and it would have taken the US a lot longer to respond. The admiral, worried about his fleet, called off that follow up second attack and headed back to Japan.
I am now certain President Roosevelt knew in plenty time of the attack on Pearl Harbor and he did not alert Pearl, he wanted the attack to proceed, because he wanted the US to enter WW II. Not badly enough to leave his aircraft carriers at Pearl, to be sunk with the rest of the US warships there. He had the carriers out to sea, which was what was bothering the Japanese admiral, as I recall from what I read; he didn’t know where the US carriers were.
I always kinda liked Einstein. But I kinda wish he had not helped Truman build those bombs; I think I read where Einstein even encouraged Truman to build A-bombs. The fear, as I read, Germany was trying to get A-bombs. The had rockets and jets, which the US and the Allies did not have. I think it was in Finland that most of the A-bomb attempt was being made by the Germany? I suppose we have the Russians to thank for that not panning out.
Meanwhile, my angel friends have me all gobbed up again with pleasant Birmingham toxic wastes. The older I get, the more convinced I become the mother ship dropped me on the wrong piece of land, and maybe on the wrong planet altogether. Maybe there were a lot of sun spots around that time which threw off the mother ship’s GPS :-).
Sloan: you have it correct as far as authentic history goes—..
-there are times when most sensitive people feel “alienated” —-that feeling is very normal–that is probably you.. ( many things in life go wrong and we are far from perfect—bears repeating)
When we built the bomb —the prelude was the first “atomic REACTION pile” under the bleachers in Stag field of the University of Chicago…We were under great time pressure —I have read personal accounts of that first “PILE”
apparently from what all I have read –and you might have also—we had no choice but to construct those first nuclear bombs—-our enemies were breathing down our backs —-we will never really know –we can just surmise.
—best wishes to you Sloan!–Jerry
( we might not have had a choice) The Japanese continue to be ruthless and sub-human…!!!–Jerry
My father was a navigator-bombardier on an Army Air Corps B-29 stationed on Guam. His B-29 squadron flew regular night missions to Japan. The two B-29’s which dropped the A-bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki were not in my father’s squadron. He never talked about his war experiences.
My mother told me it upset him too badly to talk about it. Later, she told me it had really bothered him that he was killing so many people he never saw. I imagine he was really glad the war ended, and I imagine the A-bombs really bothered him.
In my last dream this morning, a big goldfish is swimming beside porpoises. On waking, I figured you were the porpoises. My father’s company was named Golden Flake, it competed head-on against Frito-Lay. He had to be the big goldfish, and the dream told me to publish your and my most recent emails.
Sloan: dreams . even though they are disguised and contain symbolism, convey much meaning —some patients their dreams led to break throughs in insight and understanding. —try and capture the feelings and emotions you are having along with the dream; those feelings can add much to the experience –in understanding.—jot down on a piece of paper what you felt as it fades rapidly–repressed. —you should have a ball as you dream so fruitfully. ——-good luck –Jerry. ( just a few sparse word can accomplish –tweaking your recall,),,,Jerry ( I will bill you in the mail)) HA HA just kidding–you know.
Actually, most of my dreams last night were critical of me, I supposed because I mentioned the Pleiadeans again yesterday, was my take on waking. Jerry, I wager you never met anyone who dreams as I dream. It’s seldom fun, dreaming; mostly it’s an ordeal. That is something else I keep saying and writing; and, my dreams are being made by angels just for me, using themes and people and symbols which have meaning in the context of my life on this world, and my life with the angels. I remember from my dreams what I remember; I never get up and try to write them down, or keep a dream journal; it’s too much to attempt. Often several dreams go after the same issue, sort of like triangulating; and then there are dreams which are more clear, need no extra help. Then are dreams other people have about me, for me, which they share with me, and often are told in the dream to share with me. I suppose I publish this sort stuff on the off chance it might resonate with someone else who chances to read it. At the end of today’s post, still being put together, is what is called a “waking dream” – which happened in front of where I stay yesterday. The angels choreographed that, too. In a bigger scheme, the Charles Eimers case is a waking dream. WW II was a waking dream. The deeper meaning of waking dreams is just as real and fruitful, if gleaned, as the deeper meaning of sleeping dreams. Back to the salt mine :-).
P.S. As far as I know, I am the only person publishing the metaphysical perspectives found on my websites. Where do I send the bill for that? Not joking. I really would like to be able to do that.
Sloan: another important epiphany; for most people dreams are an ordeal—if not horrifying —-your dreams are not too bad (I think)
Once in a while my patients had a wonderful dream–but rare.– like a melody that soothes —-( life –not so easy full of jolts)
take care –Jerry
Too bad most people don’t know how to use their sleeping dreams, and their waking dreams; it would change them and humanity. Their dreams are what is real, this out here is the confusion their dreams are trying to explain. My dreams, again I say it, are a bit different. I am like an ET spy receiving encrypted instructions from the mother ship, which I have to decypher and put to use. I had 2 dreams about the mother ship last night, but they were encrypted and I had to decypher them to know it was about the mother ship. My first novel, KUNDALINA, Alabama, was about a Pleiadean earth colony and the mother ship. The tale came to me after Jesus, Archangel Michael and Magdalene-Melchizedek had been tearing me up for a few years, changing the way I thought and perceived just about everything. Kundalina was perhaps a vacation for me, comic relief, when I was in the front end of what would turn out to be a 4-year dark night of the soul. The novel is long out of print, but I see it at online bookstores. I used a pen name, Jake Carruthers, why, can’t explain. Even the pen name was encrypted. The novel was a waking dream for me.
In 1990, I self-published THE HIGH LEGAL ROAD: A New Approach to Legal Problems, and in 1991, PRISONS & FREEDOM. About waking dreams and first taking the beam out of our own eye, each book was pushed through me by Jesus, Archangel Michael and Magdalene-Melchizedek. The birthing was a real ordeal for me, my way of thinking and perceiving life’s dramas were radically changed. Out of print for years now, the two books still can be found in used bookstores online, and even at amazon.com sometimes. If humanity lived in the way presented in those two books, there would be no need for religion, nor mostly likely for most mental health practitioners. There would be no wars. No murders. No crime. No addiction. No child abuse. No spouse abuse. No racism. No bigotry. No rape of Mother Nature. And a great deal of what medical doctors treat would not happen, or would resolve via dealing with it metaphysically.
Next today is the curious thing that happened yesterday morning in front of where I live.
My landlady asked me if I could help remove the big patched weeds growing in the gutter crack between the street and the sidewalk in front of her home. I said, sure, but one really big weed bunch I could not remove; I already had tugged at it and I knew I would throw my back out trying to rip it up by the roots. I said I would get onto it after I finished publishing yesterday’s post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com. She said, okay. I asked if she had a shovel, she said yes and fetched it. I asked if she had a hoe, she said no, but I went into her garden close and found a long, heavy crow bar, which I said I could use to gouge out the weeds I could not get at with the shovel.
By the time I got around to it, she had gotten a good start on the smaller weeds, and was resting in her bedroom. I saw plenty more to do. It was hot yesterday. I figured I was going to wear out really fast and get the shakes and have to go lie down before I got very far. That’s what happened in the past when I tried to work in my yard on Little Torch Key. And, I was going to have to be really careful not to throw out my back. I was not looking forward to it.
Then, I saw two black men on bicycles stopped in the street, talking. I knew one of them was homeless, I’d seen him around a lot, but I did not recognize the other man. I asked if they wanted to make $2 dollars pulling up the one big bunch of weeds? I said I was afraid I would throw my back out doing it. All the men who lived here had bad backs, too, and the owner as well. The man I had not seen before said, sure, and he walked his bicycle over and parked it in the street next to the side walk and reached down with both hands and pulled the big weed bunch out by the roots easy as pie, it seemed to me.
Then, without me saying anything, he picked up the shovel and started in on all the other weeds. After about a minute of that, I said, well, if he was going to do that, I would pay him $10. He stopped, asked if I thought that was fair? I said, for half hour of that kind of work, I thought $10 was fair, although (I did not say) I did not think it would take him half hour.
I asked if he stayed nights at KOTS?, Key West’s overnight homeless shelter, where I knew the other fellow stayed nights. He said staying at KOTS was not good for his mental health. I said I had stayed at KOTS and had learned it was not good for my mental health, either. And I had slept in doorways, and on park benches and beaches and fishing piers all over Key West. He said, then we know what that’s all about. I said, yes, we know what that’s all about. He said he was born and raised in Key West, knows lots of people who let him stay inside.
After about 20 minutes, he had the front looking great, and I was following behind with with the recycling container picking up all the pulled weeds and putting them into the container, being very careful each time I leaned over to get more weeds not to throw out my back – that’s how precarious my back is.
He showed me one weed growing against a support post in the carport, which he said was a healing plant, a mint. Pour boiling water over it, make tea, it’s good for the eyes, as an eyewash. He picked a small piece off a leaf and gave it to me. I chewed it. It tasted sort of like mint, and indeed was a wild herb, not a weed. Bush medicine, island people call it. Mother Nature medicine. Natural medicine.
I handed him the $10 bill in my wallet, and he said he wasn’t going to take it. I asked why not? He said he wasn’t going to take it. I asked if $10 was not enough? He said it wasn’t about money. I asked if I had said or done something to upset him? No, he said. I said we made a deal, take the $10. He said he never made a deal. He was cleaning up what I had missed in the gutter and on the sidewalk and street.
I went inside and briefly told my landlady what was going on, and asked her to come outside and speak with the man. She did that, and she got nowhere with him, either. He said he did it because it needed doing, there was no charge. She said nobody works for free. I thought, didn’t say, I work for free all the time. He said we should do something for someone else, as he had done for us. I said I often had told people the same thing after I had helped them.
I told my landlady what he said about the wild mint, and showed it to her, she’s into healing and edible wild plants. She seemed smitten about that. I said this man was born and raised in Key West, has lots of friends who look after him. He said he has lots of family who looks after him. He got on his bicycle and left. I told my landlady that I still felt I had said or done something which had upset him. Perhaps I should have asked him when he had asked me if $10 was fair, what he thought was fair?
I said I had given hundreds of thousands of dollars to people in need; I told them it was not a loan, they were not to feel they had to repay me. And when they asked why?, I said, if they thought it was a loan, it always would be between them and me, and I didn’t want that. If they felt they had to pay it back, then help someone else in need.
My landlady said she felt there was something wrong with the man, mentally. I said I felt there was, too. But even so, he had important things to say. And he “just happened” to show up when I was about to try to get rid of all of those weeds, which I did not have the physical stamina to do, and I was worried about throwing out my back. I did not say I knew for a fact the angels had arranged it, when I needed to do some weeding but was unable to do it. Weeding not just in front of my landlady’s home; spirit weeding, too. And to improve my spirit-seeing a bit.
If feels like a rib might be out on the right side of my spine, or maybe a vertebrae is out there, behind my heart. That’s no accident, either, in view of what all is going on right now in Birmingham. And given a lot of that has to do with my having discovered through my and two men friends’ dreams that I had an older half brother named Travis, whose father was my father, and whose mother was the daughter of the black servants in my father’s home, and I asked my father about that, and all hell then broke lose.
Maybe Travis sent that black man to help me yesterday. He has come to me in many dreams with help. Maybe Travis is trying to help the situation in Birmingham.
I’m going to take a break and put some water on the stove and make wild mint tea. Bush medicine.
Several dreams last night indicated today’s post needed to contain lots of 5 (female) energy, lots of 6 (Melchizedek) energy, and lots of 3 (Holy Spirit) energy. 2 (Jesus) energy also made a few appearances.
In a nap dream later today, Alabama was playing a football game against another team. Near the other team’s goal line, the Alabama quarterback threw a pass, which was spiraling nose up, then righted itself like a guided missile and honed straight and true to an Alabama receiver in the other team’s end zone, surrounded by defenders from the other teams. The Alabama receiver caught the ball for a touchdown. Then the dream repeated, and just as the perfect strike reached the Alabama receiver, he ducked his head and the ball bounced off the top of his helmet and back out onto the playing field in front of the end zone.
The dream ended. I awoke wondering what that was about? Was I the quarterback and the receiver, and the first pass was what I posted this morning at www.goodmorningkeywest.com? And was the second pass not caught because I had not posted the article at www.goodmorningbirmingham. com, and had not then sent it to my father’s lawyer, for him to pass along to my father’s widow, two other men who take care of my father’s affairs, and my sister, Elisebeth Bashinsky? I had sent the lawyer the previous one of millions of dispensable churches once again dispenses with tradition, manners and common nonsense, in favor of, hmmm… article, and several articles before that, for him to pass on to the other people involved.
I went online and found this email from Jerry Weinstock:
SLOAN: religion, religion—holding up science, progress,
perpetuating myths and stiffing intellect-and—free thinking
creating myths that stifle—-how many creation myths are there
probably thousands ; creating discrimination, bigotry and
be-headings—-my take —-enjoy your afternoon and evening –Jerry.
your blogs are always interesting sometimes a bit long
About half of the article today at www.goodmorningkeywest.com was Jerry’s and my emails. I eliminated two shorter items from the atricle, which were about the Charles Eimers murder in Key West, to shorten the article for www.goodmorningbirmingham.com. I wondered if Jerry was the Alabama receiver who caught the first pass, which was about WW II? And was Jerry the same receiver who then ducked his head and ball bounced off the top of his helmet, which was the the second pass about angels and my dreams?
One of the men who rents a room my landlady today told her and me that he really liked what Gandhi said: He thought Christianity was great, someone should try it.
I said that reminded me of a black man in Dallas, who was somewhat of a celebrity there. When interviewed on a radio talk show, he said going to church had about as much chance of making you a Christian as standing in your garage had of making you into an automobile.
I will email this article to my father’s lawyer and ask him to pass it along to my father’ widow, the two other men and my sister. All five say they are Christians.
What do I know, maybe Jesus took over that black man and had him weed the gutter for free? What do I know, maybe the black man knew that was happening?