And the Lord moved Dude John to write…

1. The Rose Garden

The Way is a rose garden; a rose garden choked in weeds.  Weeds wild, wicked and derelict steal the sun from the true flowers of the field leaving them weathered, wary and less than crisp and bright, diminished.  Weed your garden mister.  Weed your garden lady.  Weed your gardens boys and girls.  This is The Way.

Your fragrant flowers will fall victim to the foul, feral and wild weeds if left unchecked.  Don’t die with a ring of rotten fruit around your tree; weed your garden and mend your fences that the goats do not get in and trample your glory.  Why should you even have the garden, this gift, this life; should it be laid out like white linen before a mob of hogs in a mud-floor pig parlor?

We must learn to see that we have seeds in one hand and salt in the other.  What kind of farmer waters the soil and talks to the plant saying, grow you grow; while he stands on the spot he planted the seed?  Step back farmer and reap the true yield of your field.  This is The Way.  Garden, people, garden, garden like you’ve retired; this is The Way.  Pull those weeds, wants and fears, out of your ground and leave them there, gasping on the grass in the sun, their naked roots still grasping the little damp clump of soil they stole.  Take up your good flowering weeds and herbs of providence and plant them over there by the tree line so the goats will keep them down but do not destroy them for they flavor food, yield medicine and give us flowers for company so we can save our roses for those we truly love and appreciate. Let the transplants drink rain water and feed on the food in the forest floor.  You don’t have enough resources to feed the weeds and the roses too; no wonder you, so many, so often, feel so tapped.  We don’t feed the dog a standing rib roast and we don’t invite cockroaches to eat at the table with us so why should we spend our energy on other people’s problems.  Don’t make sally’s problem yours; pull the weeds from your garden and the lumber from your eye and see; problems are most often the result of unfulfilled and usually unreasonable desires that are made monsters by men.  Must you go to the top of the mountain to know its big?  Must you sail the sea to know its scope is vast and must you hold all the treasure in the world to know it has no real value?  The illusion of happiness rests in the eyes of the green George Washington.  The soul is not weighed in pounds but in depth of experience and having money (and the fear of losing it) can actually prevent one from letting go and finding a way to be happy without.  This is something that most of us, without, have to find out for ourselves, less we end up in a sad saga of lifelong longing.   Finding a way to be happy without is finding the world, the gorgeous and glorious, exquisite and delightfully exotic world and her mysteries, terrors and delights.   Finding a way to be happy without is The Way and can result in the discovery of Heaven on Earth.

1. A. The Way Again

As before, now again, the word is given.  Now and again, The Way is laid out.  Now and again, the light provides the revelation of truth, revealing The Way.

So now, again as before, let all those that have eyes to see, see it, and let those that have ears to hear, hear this; the Kingdom of Heaven is: all about you.

This message is to you from beyond and within.  As it was before truly; it is again.  The word is given again written by the hand of a shaking man, unsure but convinced; he must write it down.  The word comes to you here again because now the soil is turned up, rich, black and fertile from the bones of the dead.  The day is at hand and all that come looking will find this, The Way.  The Way, the same as before, has not changed but it has become obscured by distance; let us shed new light on the path that lies before you overgrown and tangled.  The word has been sent out in every way, shape and form to the four corners of the world; now the strings can be pulled, the sides drawn together and the tent can be raised over the work site.

This work is a reiteration for clarification of the obscure and yet seemingly obvious truths that when truly considered in depth reveal The Way.  The seeker finds the Kingdom and he who hides his eyes finds darkness.

Organized religion is virtually obsolete and science is a coat of many colors that fails to flatter the form of the one fit.  The two taken together however, reveal an interior light.  It is this light that brings this to you.  This is The Way given to you again that you might know and understand that which so often sits on the surface of comprehension yet fails to sink in.  This is the word, never new, it is hills-old and told and told again by those who see the invisible, to those who would like to.  Now the time has come, as we knew it would; he has come to call his’ home.

Mine is the coming of The Way.  Be not taken by lore, believing the light will yield angels in physical form to battle with an unyielding risen dead but see in yourself a way, The Way, to victory.  This way, The Way, eludes us time and again and even though we can find peace in our lifetimes, our hands are not a perfect vessel and our salvation runs through our fingers as we succumb to the world time and again.