“WHAT HAPPENED TO DIVINE INTERVENTION?” -
BSC, CA – The sub-title of today's story is the text I received from Dr. Sills yesterday as I rode the train down to San Diego to visit with a new staff at a print journal just 2 months old called, The Candid Chronicle. There is a weed leaf reverse color logo imprint inside the 'O' in Chronicle alerting the advertiser and reader alike that this little newspaper has an eye toward the future. The Candid Chronicle [masthead 'the candid CHRONICLE'] is the latest physical symbol of a new day in the cannabis culture for California, the day after yesteryear.
I had been invited down through my fellow [now 'ex-'] pot goonie, Letitia Pepper. The phone interview to set up the appointment went well and I sensed a kindred soul that reminded me of my start-up days at the Louisville Artist Magazine. Yesterday as I boarded the train and climbed to the top level, a LA Times was left which I grabbed. Ten minutes later Dr. Sills text came in. My reply, “I have the same question.”
So as Zen did the day after a four year fight with Obama yielded a signed DARK ACT, I feel the need to pen a few words to express where my head is at, after this long battle and loss. Also being a Christian who uses religious imagery in his writing analogies to illustrate present day points. In short, what happened to Divine Intervention? Although the lead-in cartoon expresses a possible answer, a better answer is Man plans and God plans. Also, as expressed in Dr. Harley Swiggum's [Adult] Bethel Bible Series program, 'God can use evil for good.'
As in the book of Job, just because I don't see the complete plan means absolutely diddly, in the big picture since the only thing that I can affect is my local territory around me at any particular time and the people in that realm. If I can do that to the best of my ability, in the manner that I believe or perceive best according to my conclusions for spiritual advancement or wisdom, the bigger picture will rotate on its own merit. A guy named Johnny Blaze once said that to me as I was ranting about some cause of mine like a modern Don Quixote.
Once in Daniel just before a miracle is performed, Daniel or his friends are asked how will they feel if the prayed for miracle doesn't manifest itself? The answer they gave is the one I too feel. So not knowing how many hairs on a horse or the number of sand grains on Venus Beach, I can only ask for compassion from the ground floor level view I share with the people I come in contact with as I cover the news from street level, outside the bubble.
Coming soon! Do you worry about losing your data to an EMP [electro-magnetic pulse]? We get a report from our R&D whiz-bang team of gadabouts about a simple fix that they have named 'Mr. Pete's Garage.' Seems they read the book, , and also found a kindred spirit of romance.
(Written while listening to Up The Mississippi - A Journey of The Blues, Mississippi Valley Blues Society, Davenport, IA, CD blues anthology. Real blues. And a Tip o' the Hat to my oldest son, Peter, for the opening cartoon, so nice I've used it twice.)