How does one distribute the treasures Wii behold that are greater than the gold and silver that so many love? Who inherits wisdom, if it could be held, that knows what then to do with it if one has no wit or care? Our vessels hold such miracles as words can not define without others thinking Wii are crazy for the beliefs Wii carry on. From the Light within that God gives to us kids so as to play on Earth is what Wii have to offer,, as the Mii you see or hear. The “I” you may think you see is seldom what’s inside of me, the love, the passions, and the dreams.
This is what a child can bring to Mii, the person that I was before I could see what a lifetime could be, but when lost, how to reset my “I” to see, it was not all the money, the things that I could find, the reputation worldwide that could come with success, some find. None of that means anything if you have no love and no one to give the love you feel and share with all the other creatures that hear our calls. Wii the Beings that few can see hidden in the likes of Mii. The body and the Light within form the Wii that our God did send. Mii, alone, had to exist and feel the pain, the loss from this. The Matrix seems so real; some say it is.
Long before he was born, I started writing and drawing with a passion and a cause. After he was born, he became my cause to succeed and build a legacy for him one day. Hard to believe that is actually how I went astray from my dream of becoming a writer one day. It had to happen for Mii to see how to transform from what I had become. Materialism based on making the millions it would take to publish and market what I created fell to the wayside as the focus on working 80-100 hours a week to succeed took hold for 25 years.
After Adam put my poem to song, then went on to the higher planes where out of view for now, I created this for my domicile at nights. A portable building to sleep in and find a path to the past and the future where I’d find my dreams. For twelve years I slept here, with cats and through the night, the choruses of frogs and crickets singing out of sight.
For now its trapped in a legal blackhole, the future of it in suspense as this part of my life goes hence for my 70s, its true, this had to happen for Mii to leave but I hate what some men will do. That is an unfinished chapter in my life… Temple Tantra is a sweet home that i doubt anyone will match.
My measure of success became my material wealth on the bottom line of financial statements, and houses I had brought back from condemned to first time homebuyer dreamhomes. Watching the streets come back to life with pride amongst the owners on the porch instead of fear was a rewarding thing in many ways, but I missed seeing Adam growing up due to my endless, vacationless years of obsessive work. I made the millions on paper but suddenly realized, I missed being a dad.
I thank my God for every day, more now than in the past for I seem to see so much that I could not when I was cast in the patterns of distraction that kept my “I” from marrying up, the masculine and feminine, the fires from within, the left brain and the right brain, that leads to the Spiritual Being that Wii are. That is what has kept me whole from childhood till now is the feeling this was meant to be or I would have been long dead by now, I vow.
I missed vacations, baseball games, football, and the time one spends with their child as a father should because I was selling houses and doing well. Or so it seemed. Is focusing on making money the most important thing in life when you have the treasure of your children who need your time and love so much? I saw him in the mornings and in the evenings when I came home to eat dinner before going back to work. The years flew by before I knew, and he was 11 before I knew how much I lost.
My dad was a soldier who went to Vietnam and survived unlike tens of thousands of others my age. When I joined it was so much the same, no reason or someone to blame for what came after President Kennedy said We Are Pulling out of Vietnam. I hate to see us go into war again, in far away lands that few Americans will ever visit or know exists otherwise.
So many things that happen when you stop the war machine that JFK spoke of in those days, and I as a young patriot, believed. Stop the wars, use silver to back American money, and downsize government so that those Shadow Powers that JFK spoke of can be taken out of our system for many generations to come. Wii, the citizens of the world that see this going on must speak out and help stop it, but also put up the solutions Wii must share to find a way to live together peacefully without destroying Nature by wasting it, not respecting it.
Time has a way of changing the perspective and though experience, gives us wisdom if Wii, the inner person and the distractive life most tend to lead that becomes their false identity, like a costume worn or a rank to show breed. Many are shedding their disguises to become real human Beings that can see and feel to know its best to honor your vessel and its well being. Don’t sell out to let AI do your thinking or soon you may feel that it can control your urges, yes, your decisions and what you see are simply algorithms that your phone will soon provide.
I gave up a great business as a Real Estate Broker in East Austin in the early days. I walked away and got to play with Adam for a couple of years before he turned 14, when his other friends began to take up most of his time, and he was off to be a man. I had gone back to work again, 80 hours or more a week, and when I saw him, that damn TV was on, and seldom did we talk too much.
Meals were eaten with the TV on, so the conversations we needed never happened, and soon after, he would leave for his bedroom or, again, not wanting to watch TV, play the new games he loved instead. We lost our bond, though never strong, for lack of nurturing over time and of conversations with him when he was young.
We played paintball for a couple of years, and I got to teach him the manly rules of combat and how to do what I had learned when I was young. My aggressive ADHD nature got to enjoy our time teaching him how to win in combat. The woods were great for teaching, but he did not die by a gun, he died at the hands of men driven by a hate for Americans. He likely had no idea such hate could exist, not knowing
It seems a decade is much shorter than it was when I was ten years old. ha!
I still can’t seem to plan that far ahead as it took decades to do what I thought I would accomplish by 50… maturing being the hardest.
That part was planned for this decade, I guess.
Long ago, a Hopi elder woman came from NM to Texas to see where the Turtle Tribe Song had begun, as part of the Hopi legends about when the Snake and the Turtle tribes rise up once again in numbers. The Turtle tribe was a people who could travel with their homes, like nomads. Today, the RV, Tiny Texas Houses are versions of portable houses. She came to me early on because I was a pioneer for sustainable paths, and modern vanlife has truly proven that it is true at last.
Giant communities are developing of Turtle Tribe members and the Snake tribe is the one that turns the poison of the media, internet, and propaganda pipelines that are toxic poison to most of mankind into a poison that they are immune to and can use to kill the Snake instead, the Hydra that seems to be so hard to pin down can be trapped, identified and perhaps at last, get all the heads cut off so that the world can start anew.
I did not understand the principles of Bakhtinian Dialogism, a phenomenon I had never heard of, which was her greatest rabbit hole she left me with: that one mere utterance from one Being to another can change the course of their lifetime. Like perspicacity, I now understand why it takes so long to know enough about many things to finally grasp the simplicity that holds all things together. There is a point in life, perhaps more than one for those of us with 7 year attention spans, or Chakra cycles. I have learned to pay attention to the calling and to be ready to leave all things or people but my partner if possible, to accomplish a life mission that meant never fitting into the world of normalacy most people find comfortable. As a neurodivergent persona in a society that does not absorb us well, I have been successful by most standards used when I was young, but now, the bar is higher than ever as I have reached my prime at a full run.
The Turtle Tribe Song is part of the tale “The Book of Wibblry and Wub,” (YouTube) with music and words describing the path to a future prophesied long ago. Savor our Dayz, my friends.
Brad W. Kittel