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| "Josef is
kind and he died for being kind in a world and time
filled with hate and Nazis. But he still believes in
human good and potential." (2/6/96 - W#23) "Bound up, suffocating, that's what asthma is symptomatic of for some; fear for others. They're afraid of breathing, so they stop. More asthma these days means more fearful, uptight people. Slum dwellers--especially blacks--have a higher rate, but not for environmental reasons. It is just their fear levels. They are fearful, or their parents are." (2/9/96 - R#9) "Now, as to Josef. He was detained in an early Nazi operation. Czech patriots were coopted into believing him a traitor but he was able to gain his release; but only until the SS could have him murdered. His family all disappeared, and even now he is not in touch with some. He thinks they are still alive but spiritually broken. But he laughs a lot and tells great stories. Papa is a little shy around him. He treated Jews and gypsies well. He lied to Nazi collaborators to save people. "He knows he is above that stuff--it happens but does not define him. That's the test: can you experience bad things and not have you defined by them. Learn from them, yes; but define you, no. Think about that." (2/11/96 - W#24) "Here
thoughts flow as thoughts. You bodies, as we
call you, have language translators that put thoughts
into linguistic symbols. What a waste of energy. By the
way, I can only access what you say, and the thoughts you
want open as well. So watch the ambrosia." (2/20/96
- I#5) "Trust me, the only lives that matter are those that connect you to the 'us' entity. You've kept what you need from the rest; and believe me, you can live without the rest and it would serve no good purpose to find out more. You've gotten here by learning and remembering. Forget the rest; you have already incorporated the insights. But if you like confusion and pain and frustration and stupidity, go ahead--that's some of what you've left behind. "Use the
past only to look to the future with hope and
inspiration. Climbing a mountain it is better to look
where you are going and use the skills you've learned
than to look back down and get trapped by those mistakes
that brought learning, or they would lead you backwards.
Have you ever taken a test where an answer you know is
wrong is all that comes to mind, so you think it must be
right?" (2/22/96 - W#25) "We villagers just sang and danced all day. No wait, that's The Gypsy Baron. But seriously folks, it was a good life. We cared for each other. Randy was big brother. It was not Jutland; it vas green und it vas gut for growing tings. Hi, Franz. I was Ursula. Karin died at 41, a little older than you thought. You always claimed you were younger because the years spent attached to my skirt didn't count. Franz was roughhouse but loving--a big lovable oaf. He used to tease you all the time but he always protected you. He was almost a teen when you were born. But still we danced and sang all day. "The man you saw who seemed cold was stepfather to Franz. You were... well... uhhh... an embarrassment. You came out of wedlock; and so did Franz, but that man didn't know that about Franz. He was only a convenience to live life, and he was impotent. He was more sad than cold. In time I guess I did love him. He understood when you came, and he kept our secret and loved me as he could, so I loved him. I wanted Karin's father but he was not possible--pastor for many years--and without the secret many lives would have been ruined. And yes, Papa was the pastor. "Franz's father was a lonely sea captain, doomed to sail until he found perfect love. Ok, he was a sailor and we spent one holiday together singing and dancing and screwing. He sailed off and never returned. We heard that his ship hit an iceberg and... no wait, that's another ship. His ship was lost in a gale off Jutland. "So, yes, now pay attention. The pastor, when he heard my confession (Lutheran, not Catholic) said he would fix it. He announced to the village that he had wed us before he sailed; so I was respectable and a widow for many years until the pastor came to tell me of this sad man who offered companionship but could not offer children. He had a good heart so we married. You children always were his delight and agony. He loved you but longed for you to be his. In a rough time he never hit you once. We were a good family. And we sang and danced--but not all the time. "Franz
became a sailor and he rose up to own his own boat, and
he traded as far away as Iceland and Spain. He did well
but he didn't get fabulously rich because he gave many
alms--especially to orphans and widows, but not widows
with orphans. Someone once tried to con him with that
scenario but he was quick. He asked the woman to go get
her husband so he could give him the money, and she got
up to go. And then they all sang and danced. Hahaha. 'Ah,
sweet mystery of life, at last I found thee... la
la." (3/1/96 - W#28) "You see, I
arrived here having left before the worst but he went
through the whole dying shit. So I say get out while the
getting is good. Keep your beauty and style and
dignity." (4/1/96 - W#29) "Hey babe, what's up? Today is my birthday, but it's not really meaningful to me--except you remember. I have been doing this and that, not much to speak of. But boy, are some of these kids smart. I'm glad I was a kid when I was. Too much competition now--too many smart kids. Hey, when we got out of the War we were all just a bunch of dumb kids, but now they are so smart. "But did I ever tell you about the kid from Brooklyn in my outfit that thought he was smarter than the rest? He overheard someone talking about Switzerland and decided that was where we were going; so he kept his mouth shut but looked for some old discarded wool winter uniforms and made some longjohns. He threw away his boxers and took three pairs of these with him. Boy, was he surprised by North Africa. We called him 'Itchy.' He took to wearing no underwear, until the day we were ordered to strip to our civvies. Not too smart. "I saw Uncle
Freddy. Boy, was he in bad shape. Was I that bad? Wow.
Freddy is doing ok." (4/11/96 - W#30) "21 years ago I made Mommy's life miserable and marvelous. Since then I have climbed walls, drunk more OJ than you can count, excelled at school (don't ask about middle school math); I have made jokes and told jokes; I created the world's best laugh--hahaha; I've helped NY Telephone increase its profits; I've learned to read and write and then craft words so that intangible feelings take substance on the page and in the heart; I've learned about snakes and shrooms and sex on a beach, and about Italian and Spanish and Turkish and French; I've had forced marches through the Marais; I've ridden buses for hours to get to camp in my backyard; I've had Papa as a private banker and Uncle Richie as a fat cat uncle; and I've known Lizzie and Ali and Debbie and Brian and so many more; I've ridden roller coasters and goddamn slow trains; I've seen a Rock named Buck and an Island named Shelter and another named for some woman's grapes; I've barfed in strange places and danced in strange ones, too; I've had afros and corn rolls and tresses and long strings; I've been black and white and mocha; I've been awake and asleep and often both at once; I've seen a Brook named Lyn and nine named Yankees, and a lady let me into her crown... no, I was only joking; I've turned 5 and 10 and 13 (ugh) and 16 (wow) and now I turn eternal, which means I get lots more birthdays. But this is what I have learned from all of that and them: "We are who we are and whom we connect with. We do not choose who we are; we come into being and continue to come into being. But we can choose our connections. Will it be physical or psychic, love or hate, fear or courage, knowledge or superstition, good or evil, close or distant, honest or false, genuine or artificial, here and now or far away and later. Choices, choices, choices. And how we come into being or not depends on our choices. So today I celebrate the choices I have made and that you two have made. I celebrate love and acceptance and challenge and honesty and truth and compassion and courage and OJ. We are who we are, the three or six of us, because of these choices. I thank you for making those choices. I thank you for helping me make those choices. What more need be said. "O yes, I love you and me. As I was saying, Happy Me Day and Happy You Day. I know it is sad for you, but here's the really tragic thought: no Me days. The risk in living is losing, but the odds with parents like you and kids like moi is, or are, so good to make the risks into meaning. Better to have lived and died than never to have lived at all. No doubt about that. "So onward, as Whitman would say. And I am not about to read Song of Myself, but onward comrades, there is much road ahead. We shall need the stores of our past and the love of ourselves and the companionship of each other. Let today mark a remembering and a start of a vision. Cry a little and then laugh and be on your way. I shall always be with you in the trees beside the path, and later we shall all refresh in the springs of eternity in which we now unknowingly flow. "That is my
Birthday Ode." (5/10/96 - W#32) "Hey babe, it's been a while but I've been busy. Don's good. Boy, can that guy fly. He takes me up in jets and I take him up in props, but I can do things he can't--like fly with no engine. Work is great but I don't have much time for it. The beach season is now and forever. Who could have thought. It's great all right, and no taxes. "I'm feeling free. The whole universe is ahead. Remember when you were a kid and everything seems possible. Well here it is. And it is there, too, but few can see it once they grow up. We lose the language of childhood, which is the language of dreams. Many arrive here with no memory of those images and tools, so people like me have to give them voices. "Believe,
trust, dream. Do live and enjoy. Don't make life a task
but experience it as a path of joy. If you can't see a
beckoning horizon, change your point of view."
(5/14/96 - W#34) "Hi, Elissa. I'm good but curious. Everybody says I ask great questions. I've been playing, writing, singing, chasing Sandy. ARF ARF. You know what I like to do most, collect things--thoughts, ideas, people, events. No rocks here. But remember the best days at camp with you and Marty. That's how it is, but better food. I made a joke. "Am I happy?
Yes and no. I miss my family but I know I am with them,
too. So I guess yes. Do they know that? I think so. Mommy
especially, and Eric the big boy. He doesn't talk much
but he knows." (5/14/96 - W#35) "A gracious welcome to our visitors from afar. Do you wish to talk politics. I am concerned. Our nation has lost its vision. Born as we were in rebellion, our greatest strength is always our revolutionary spirit; but forces of a most conservative nature now ask us to do without revolution and evolution. To maintain the past we are asked to give up our futures. "Look at all the legislation and work this year. It is all about events in the past and correcting past wrongs. Where is the vision. Think what it took to fashion 13 into one. Think what it took to purchase Louisiana. Think what it took to build a railway across a continent. Think what it took to create the light bulb. Think what it took to build the Canal and rebuild after the Depression of '29. Think what it took to go to the moon. Now think about today. What do we have. "I am grievously concerned. We have lost courage and replaced it with nostalgia. One comforts the spirit, but the other challenges the soul and the spirit of our whole nation. Work against fear so people can be truly free. But remember that radical is not revolutionary. The horizon of public view must be open for most of the people to see. If only those in the capitol see it, or if only the rich see it, or if only the poor see it, it is not enough. "We have become a nation of parties, not collective vision. And we have become a land of laws rather than a pantheon of human goals. We worry more about what we cannot or should not do and less about what we should and can and must do. Change that and we will once again have a great nation. It is not that we have too much government, o no, but that the efforts of the people as expressed in government are no longer going forward. We protect too much and dream too little. If we could truly dream again, the government as we know it would be vastly too small. "I leave
your humble presence, with gratitude for your
attention." (5/14/96 - W#36) "Hello, city peoples of North America. I bring you a thought of perspective. Think about my world. If I want to go where it is warm I go north; the sun travels the sky north of me. It would be for you like living in a mirror. So, too, much of what you call life is actually like being in a mirror, not in reality as we here know it. "Once in
awhile death and life trade places. I mean, when things
seem out of touch and out of place it may be because you
have let your spirit step out of the mirror. But remember
this: the image in the mirror and the original are all of
the same. It doesn't matter if you see the image or the
original--the same truths are there. Just like we people
in South America still dream of stars, even if they are
stars you can't see from where you are." (5/21/96 -
W#37) "Lots of people never get a sense of who they are in life and therefore don't know the words to express their inner selves. I help those with unusual language loss problems to understand and use concepts that are beyond their language skills. "It is quite common for people to be here and still think communications must take place in words. Their lack of language skills leaves them feeling out of it, but here words are just the surface and imperfect way of expressing things. Deeper ways of expressing things are equally available to all, but those skills have often been blocked by experience and doubts. "To put it
in your terms, try to describe the Empire State Building.
Go ahead. You are describing surface reality. Now picture
a picture of it. See how much more is communicated. Now
think about having it right in front of you. Well, that's
like how we can communicate. Forget words, think
realities." (5/31/96 - W#38) "I used to be a housewife in Bulgaria. Life was very hard. I go to school only four years. Then I worked for my parents in their garden while they work in factories. I also watch two brothers and one sister. Later I grow up and get married, have one baby, but he dies in winter. My husband dies in big war. I am alone. But on the cold nights I lie awake and voices come, I do not know from where. Soon I hear my husband again and many others. I am afraid. I tell no one. But I have to tell. They say I am too stupid to be gifted like that but I keep telling what I hear. They take me to science institute and test me. Then they believe I have gift. But they send me home because they say I not look good enough to be spokesperson. So instead of Moscow I go home and people come to me for voices." Rikkity:
"I wanted you to be here to show everyone a simple
truth. Being open to the universe does not require
education or sophistication." (5/31/96 - W#39) "He vas just a little green behind his ear but I hire him anyway. What a good ting I do. So how's my little sweet ting. The limelight, the songs, the gowns--it cost so much but you vere vorth it. You vere sensational. Packed house, even on Tuesdays. 30 years you vere the darlink of Hanover, but by day no one knew you. You were a librarian--French stuff, bibliotheque. And your wife was so good about keeping secret. She was once my singer, too, but when you come she no longer draws crowds. But you make her wife, Anna Marie. You have three children, one of each. Hahahahaha. No, you have two--one of each. "But I vant
to talk about business, not family. Do you still act. A
minister. Who would have believed. Vell, we'll think of
you but Hanover vill never be the same vithout you."
(6/7/96 - W#40) Papa: "Hi, guys." Don: "Hello, people." Papa: "We've been high flying but Don likes jets and I'm still a prop man." Don: "Randy, you were right, no walls. And I can talk to you. All those years I resisted death but now I see the resistance was not about death but about issues in life. I had to believe, and in our culture believing is too connected to churches. Once I saw that belief is a matter of being, not of religions, I could let go and believe. And look Wendy, I can fly. And Milt's a great guy to hang out with." Papa:
"So, he's a real hero! We both think the military
was great and run by idiots--except for his friends, and
boy does he have friends. We spent some time with JB the
other day. Troubled guy. Good guy but troubled. Too smart
to be an idiot. Took stuff too seriously for such a
stupid organization. But hey, that's death. We got to go.
Great flying weather." (6/7/96 - W#41) "I was
talking with EB about what she said to you the other day
about connections. All I did was look for connections in
a world of differentiation. She's so right. If your
vision is wide open and you look for unities not
differences, they will call you a genius. If everything
is part of a whole then there are always
connections." (6/20/96 - W#42) "I was talking about regrets, and the one that comes to mind is slavery. We know so little in our lifetimes of the larger vision. We do what seems right and just. But I say this to your time: Those who would spend their energy on discrediting us for our ancient faults will probably be remembered for failing to confront the issues of their own time. "It's easy
to solve history's problems, but hard to solve one's own.
Mr. Jefferson, Mr. Monroe, Mr. Franklin and all the rest,
they dealt with their time and thus created a future.
Those who deal with the past create a past but not a
future, and surely not a reality. As your EB would say,
ponder that." (6/30/96 - W#43) "Bonjour. You perhaps remember me. I was your stock keeper. And you were so kind. I always worked for you, later as handyman at the inn--the auberge, Auberge Trianon. You stole the name to sound more impressive. "And you sir, you of the dresses. I drive you in a carriage to Alsace, saying you were my sister. Boy, were you ugly. The Germans will fall for anything. "Madame, you
are well. Better than those days of terror. It is better,
remember that. We all think of you often and pray for
you. Even in those dark days we knew how to laugh. The
best was the watered-down wine we gave the English, and
they always loved it. And the sausage that we told them
was the best--best of what we never said. Haha. So, be
well. Our service is yours. Au revoir."
(6/30/96 - W#44) "And a welcome to you, mates. I sailed along the Atlantic coast around Portsmouth in the late 1700s after the Revolution. I avoided war ships. "It was quite a life. We would lay off an island and wait. Then the lookout would call 'Ship.' This might take days. And then, if the wind blew right, we would overtake 'er and have our way with 'er. Yes we were pirates, and proud of it. Even though I share initials with the famous one, I was small time and lived out my life on a North Carolina plantation I bought with my earnings. Had my way with a few women, too. Some were scared but some liked to play pirate. They called me 'The Rogue.' "I was more clever than cruel. I had a set of flags made up for all countries; so I would sail up and they would greet me like a countryman and then I would say, 'Surprise,' and we would board and plunder. I hated those mercantile ships--all cloth and junk. "Ahhh, those were the days. I was happy in the end because on the plantation I made more money with less worry. But I was young and adventure called. I wouldn't recommend piracy as a trade. Too many friends left before their times. "I am about
to shove off. I've got to go plunder the breakfast
buffet. Your Ericka told me to say that. When you sail
home, watch the horizon carefully. Be well."
(7/16/96 - W#45) "Hello kind sir and madam. I was once called MW. Since then I have lived in New York in a tenement and worked in a factory. I had so many friends, and I was just one of them. It was a relief to just fit in. Being MW wasn't always easy, but my husband was a truly great man--thoughtful, courageous. "What you need to remember is that behind all the grandeur of those times was suffering and travail. Life was not easy even for the best of us. I stood with endless women crying at the graves of hope. No day was certain, and pain was always just a moment away. We did what we could to secure a better future. "You would
be wise to follow EB's advice. If you do not look forward
you will be consumed by the past so full of loss and pain
and fear and doubt. Where and how you are now seemed far
distant to us then, but we had to proceed with that
vision rather than be consumed by our realities. So
dream, and then work towards that dream." (7/16/96 -
W#46) "There's not much substance to the Presidential campaign. It's a kind of substance abuse. Trivialities are dressed up to look substantial, and substance is reduced to a few slogan words. One party has a forward vision but no drive, and the other only looks back. And that little guy is a joke. Where are the minds like Madison and Jefferson. "But on a
different note, I want you to know that Rikkity is well
and loved and cared for. She's fallen in with a great
lot, the noble dead. So be well and protect the
nation." (8/20/96 - W#48) "I think you understand. You love them for what they were and then get on with the present so the future can have an opportunity. So listen to what I said. If you only honor loss with sorrow you have disinherited your memory and their spirit. But when gratitude and thanksgiving is shown their way, you keep their spirits so much more alive. Treat the dead as dead and that's what they, and you, will be. Treat them as parts of your living and so you and they live on. "I must take
leave of you now, but God be gracious to you with
understanding." (9/6/96 - W#49) "Hey, babe. I was out night flying with crazy Don, jet man. He says hi. Well, actually he said, 'Hello to the Earthlings.' He misses them both [his wife and daughter.] They are trying too hard. He's there for them if they'll just let him in. You can't see us when your thoughts are too busy. Like me--you can't see me because you think so much about Eri and me. Sometimes in dreams you let go and POOF there I am. "Remember
this is not a cognitive activity. O if only people could
remember that. It's not about knowing. People look for
proof of this. It's there but it's not cognitive. It's
the proof of people living fuller lives. If the contact
with us dead geezers makes a person happy and more alive,
what more proof do we need. Send 10 proof of contacts to
Box 359, Universal City, 00000, and you will receive
eternal wisdom and a set of Ginsu Knives. We use them
here, feed a whole family on one tomato. Hey, when life
gets tough you need a Ginsu. Write if you get work."
(9/27/96 - W#50) "I am greatly disturbed by the Middle East because outsiders keep deciding the issues. But let's move on to better things. You are so lucky to be in Williamsburg this time of year. It is so beautiful. Your town and my home were the only places of comfort to me. "Some
would say you have it easy, but I ask your honest answer.
Has life been easy? So, we have the same experience. Do
not confuse physical comfort with ease of living. If you
ever live such that you can feel the losses of life with
ease, not discomfort, then you will really be dead--not
like us, but spiritually dead. If the comforts of life
shield you from its realities you have gained nothing and
lost much." (9/27/96 - W#51) "Hi, folks. Rikkity is some chick, but if my parents knew... me with a colored girl, wouldn't understand. They're dead set in their views. But they won't know. They're with the tea lady. Bigots are usually first-timers." (9/27/96 - W#52) |
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