The Return of The Master

Last night, I had a dream. I was in a strange house. There was a strange instrument against the wall. I asked if I could play it. For fifty years I know how to make a guitar sound like a sitar. I went into a trance. People came to gather around me. When I was finished, they praised me. One man said………

“The master has returned!”

I am a master, not for my music, but, for more than surviving the extreme abuse and betrayals I have suffered at the hands of my parents, and siblings. I am enlightened, because I died of this abuse, and, my life was restored by God.

What Michael can not stand, is he had the most wonderful and caring mother in the world, and he ends up a fucking little shit-head- failure!…………..While I……am with the light!

I want these un-happy people to be of good cheer. If I stop worrying, you can do the same. If I stop judging others, you can do much better. If I stop believing, you will believe that much more. There is no attainment. There is nowhere to go. For the true God is everywhere, and in everyone. If God will restore the life of a non-believer, then, there is no faith you need pick up, or church, you must enter. God will not forsake – even one of you! Be of a kind heart, for you are loved!

Jon

‘Sheriff Two Stars’