Memorial Day...

It is the eve of Sunday... Leslie and Hayley are somewhere in the middle of Washington, having a great adventure story, to be reminisced about at a Thanksgiving some years from now... Zachary, is at his friends for the evening and I hold he is having quite the enjoyable time. Dallas and Jynx, I hold are safe, Blessed and sharing real life with the world they are in. And I, after a week straight of 11 hour days, new menu launch and first week of several new staff, I have a moment to reflect upon those who have come before me...

I will tell it through the unfoldings of an evening spent with my son...

Zachary and I were home Friday night, after the Women of the house traveled north, and went right into a very intimate evening of heart between us. As I was making dinner, Zachary was kind of just pacing the floor with a half smile on his face, he hooked me.

"What's up Buddy?"
"Well... I was thinking... I'm a good person." Wow, I almost burst into tears... Zachary, at the age of fifteen, Illuminated his Self worth, and I was able to be witness of the moment.


He continued... "I'm in good shape, I not bad looking, I make good choices..."
I whole-heartedly agreed...

We embarked upon a conversation that goes back to my beginning... I replied... (rather long winded again of course...).

Think about it Zachary... You've done it, you have stepped into the mastery of who you are... When I was your age I was such a fucking wreck... Full of fear, anger, more fear... I was so far away from believing I was worth anything. And, although I searched, (At the age of five I had my parents taking me to priests and rabbi's, because I wanted someone to explain to me why we were here and why we die.) There was no one who was there to show me I had a choice to truly rise above the fear and depression I was locked into...

I have no memory about my Father's, Father's life, other than he sat quietly at Holidays. Was a steel man, and a butcher. I can only imagine what my Father's childhood was like?

So when I look back upon those, who's shoulders I stand upon, I am reminded of the highest honor we can bless our fore-bearers with. That is, to move the stream of consciousness that they have passed on to me, forward.

My brothers and I, each with traits of those things our father loved but never really fulfilled... The youngest, Dad's love for motorcycles... The oldest, sailing the seas throughout his life, as our Father never sailed around the world, as he always told us he would do, one day. The third in line, building out of wood and stone, as our Father never really fulfilled his dream of building an airplane in our garage. and I... the one he instilled a sense of fathering through...

Zach and I discussed how hes is an extention of all of these lives... He is extending the boundries of accepted reality... and stepping into the NEO zone... He is at the wheel of his life, and knows it! It was also a very poignant moment,(thank you Leslie.), As I thought... what are the dreams of mine, that will go unfulfilled... Zachary, and all the children, are taking life forward, and what they will unfold will be light years from the world I have grown in.

The acknowledgment  to my ancients is simply this... to let them know that my role in this stream of consciousness has been fulfilled. (I'm not saying I am going anywhere.)

Zachary, understanding his own self worth, consciously, is now twenty years ahead in his life, than I was when I realized this. Just as my oldest brother was cruising the oceans, twenty years, in his life before our father owned a 27ft Hunter.

How has this role of mine been fulfilled, you may ask? By one simple choice. To make the choice that thousands of years of lineage of mental, emotional, physical and psychological abuse, ended with me. I would no longer perpetuate the concepts of violence, oppression and control over those lives I have been charged within my care. To encourage instead of condemn. To share what it is to be me as I allowed them to share what it is to be them. They two have carried on some of my dreams... not because I asked them to. Because of those things I shared with them, when they were younger, that I loved.

A young man I work with and I were talking about this today, He has a four day old, free-will Angel of his own, and has chosen to end the linage of darkness passed through our society, for eons. That his son is now plugged into the database, the web of human consciousness... Imagine, what that third generation from mine is going to create, 50 years from now.

So, I honor Louis, Daniel, Luigi, Helen, Sydel, Michael, Abraham, Marshmellow Lady... I honor you all by presenting to you the future, you created, through every moment, fear, joy and choice of your life.

The future that now knows that we are the creators of the reality we perceive... The Ant's are starting to open their eyes and witness the numbing of our souls... We have at our disposal, the ability to communicate with millions at a time, while the TRS 80 of my youth had two megagbytes of hard space and a green screen, and now the world is within reach.

Ask yourself, how long will we allow ourselves to be controlled to support those in supposed power?

I honor my past by walking into the future... the post historic world of peace and communion within the family of humanity upon this planet.

I hold that I am still in physical form when the transmutation, of this living planet and those upon her, step into the absence of fear...

My Love to you all, and all those you hold dear, in you hearts and in your shadows...