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Author: Carroll Scherber
Author: Carroll Scherber
Created: June 30, 2014
What If...?! Part 3...I was Never Told the Untold Story
What if…?!
What
if…! I was never told the untold
story? The untold story…, where would I
be today? Probably still dead on the
cold tile floors of a public rest area for all public view to see. Where exactly was I left on the red brick
colored floor where urine and fesses may lay in the cold air, it was behind a
locked stall door which could be readily opened where anyone could rescue my
lifeless body. My head and body rest
upon the floor after the collapse of my weight descending to the ground. My head bleeding from the kick-plate to the
cold stainless-steel bowl which holds our bodily waste. My left and ankle extended beyond the latched
doorway to my rescue and my body ever so leaning backwards into the next stall
for all public view to laugh and point a finger.
There
I lay, there I stayed, there… there… there to be mocked and ridiculed by those
whom not know what to do. If I hadn't revived, if I hadn't recovered, and if I hadn't awakened to my own blood which
had bled and clotted. I arose in bewilderment
as to my whereabouts and as to how long I had been undiscovered; I laid there
in disgrace and in disgrace of those who had left me there. I knelt, I climbed, I stood and I staggered
as I swayed trying to keep my balance; I gathered my strength upon my two feet
as I leaned into the wall for balance.
The room was still cold from the fall weather as the moon had arose
above the earth, and I found myself grabbing at tissue to clean and cleanse the
area; and, as for myself, I needed to do the same. I continued to awaken to my surroundings, I
opened the stall door and exited to find brown paper towels for which to
thoroughly clean the area and myself; I was covered in blood. My head, my heart, and my hands laid in a
covering of red plasma which needed to be washed away as my sin needed to be
washed away.
My
own transgression was my sin upon myself and for those who hath saved me after
my suffocation. I staggered to the wash
area and cleansed my body as I cleansed the floor for which I had laid. I manage to stop the bleeding and wash away
the appearance of the disgrace I had endured.
The area which I laid and the area which I had bled over became clean
with some effort, towels and water. The
basin, the kick-plate and the tiled floor became as if I was never there. So, if this story went untold, then this
story went untold; wherefore, this story is my story where I share my story to
you and all. This untold story is a
story to tell; where to tell this story is to change our faces in a nation
where we wear our disgraces. The
disgrace in this untold story is that I am the one that has make each person
aware of the blind-sightedness of the untold story where we as people of a
society are blinded by the need of an individual.
This
untold story is also an untold story of the harassment, the injustice, the pain
and anguish an individual must endure.
This story is about violence, vengeance, sexual assault, wrongful
arrests, covert operations, non-disclosure, ignorance, bullying, and lack of
integrity in mankind. This becomes the
story of stories, where stories seem untrue but are true to fact. These stories are stories which make life
sometimes unbelievable, but are the stories which make dreams come true. This story is a story where life, liberty, justice,
the pursuit of happiness and the American Way prevail. This story is the story where we question
truth, honesty, integrity, life, liberty, hope, decency, value, friendships,
relationships, passion, lust, trust, ignorance, intelligence, forth rightfulness,
dishonesty and thievery. This is the
story where we start tell ourselves and others “True and Factual Statements,”
because this is the story of stories where “Big Fat Lies” have been told.
Where
am I today? Alive! I am alive.
This story was the story of secrets.
The secrets are to never tell this story. Why shouldn't my story be told? Was it to keep me imprisoned? Yes.
Was it to take advantage of a person whose self-worth meant something to
him? Yes. Was it to teach this person a lesson? Yes; but, now whose lessons are they? This story needs to be spoken; there are many
stories which overlap the initial suffocation that was broadcast live over an
open internet with three individuals at the helm, and one a relative to mask
the relationship of the assailant. The
story goes, “To Play USNdaddy and USNpig as the Fool” or “To Play this Man as
the Fool”. This story exposes how our
fellow mankind wanted to play the role of USNdaddy, and never had the gall to
tell him as to the game they were playing.
These men all hid behind one man, these women all hid behind one woman;
these men followed the lead of one man, whereas, these woman followed the lead
of one woman.
These
man and women wanted to stand in the shoes of USNdaddy or USNpig just as Carroll
Scherber stood in the sandals of Jesus Christ.
I easily spoke of how “they all wanted to be USNdaddy but could not
stand up to him.” These words became
easily misconstrued. In these stories,
one was to stand on the backside of another; whereas, another was to sit upon
the lap of another. USNdaddy stands for
his integrity and honor, his knowledge and kindness, his aid and courtesy, and
his self-identification. When one man
stands for these values, do others chastise and ridicule? Or, do these share and treasure the measure
of the man? We would rather play a man
or woman as the fool rather than ask ourselves as to how I can share in this
person’s life. So, to play the man or
woman as the fool is truly to stand in another’s shoes.
I
can sit here and read out to you many examples of how to play our fellow
mankind as the fool; or, I can write upon the descriptions of the fool. Which would you prefer…? Well, here are just a few definitions of the
word “Fool.” To dupe, to make the clown,
to make the laughing stock, to hoodwink, or to make one the monkey. My experience here has been where they have
mislead, deceived, and to make me look as if I was the buffoon. Why? I
have easily spoke to the events that have occurred, but these reason are because
I would not play their game; I just played their game a bit differently, but
yet, a little the same. I decided to
take down an entire community, one nation, one government, and several crimes
all in one motion of the pen. These
reasons have been outlined throughout my story thus far; I find more and more
reasons that mankind plays me as the fool.
If we stop and examine a time not too long ago, but in our distant past
where one man was played as the fool differently than other men have played the
men of the Holy Bible as the fool.
Jesus
Christ was played as the fool in many ways which are still unknown to mankind;
these stories are being communicated to me, Carroll Scherber, through the words
of Jesus Christ and our Holy Father. The
games we are here to play are the games that came down from the Kingdom of
Heaven; these games we share a little the same as the Jesus Christ shared with
his men and women of his time. Each man,
each woman, each child and each animal has been played as the fool. What we don’t see is how our Holy Father
plays mankind as the fool. When He plays
us as the fool, he plays us as the fool.
When He finds His children, the ones that are to lead man and women out,
He places trials and stresses upon these men; whereas, the women are the ones
who are there to comfort the men and children, whereas, the children are there
to comfort and build a companionship with our animal kingdoms.
Each
of these men where played as the fool in differently than each woman was played
as the fool; each man plays a game as an animal, whereas, each woman plays a
game as an animal. Each animal plays
each animal as the fool upon its backside.
Do our fingers play each man, woman or child as the fool? Can you answer these questions within the
mirror? Can you answer the questions
with someone pointing a finger? Can you
answer these questions with someone on your backside? As animal, we or they don’t have to answer
these questions; we or they just dig their claws into our or their backsides
without question. The reasons animals
have are to play a game with each other; are we the animals or are the animals
the animals within a kingdom of games?
Animals play these games either for food, training, growth or for
fun. How they play these games is up to
the animal; whereas, how we play these games as mankind is up to mankind…that
is each and every one of us.
Mankind
has been known to play games with animals, and animals have been known to play
games with mankind. Mankind is still
playing games with animals, animals are still playing games with animals, and
mankind is still playing games with mankind.
I’ll agree that mankind are animals just as animals are animals are to
mankind. Animals play us as the fool for
food, animals played us as the fool for change as to mankind played animals as
the fool for growth and expansion.
Today, mankind still plays mankind as the fool for science, technology,
food, and growth in population, experimentation, incarceration, comedy, parody,
knowledge, training, leadership, mentoring, and a pursuit of identity. Another way to play man as the fool is
through deformation of character, plagiarism, and to falsely accuse one based
on your own beliefs.
Where
are the animals? Where is mankind? We are standing right here before you, we are
right here behind you, and we are right here next to each other; or, next door
or down the street. However, you see yourself
…look upon the mirror; change its lighting if you cannot see, change its view
if you cannot follow, or change the animal that stands before the looking
glass. There are many more animals that
stand behind you waiting for the mirror.
As we gaze and ogle in the reflecting glass we change its lighting
depending on the mood or the mood of the reflection that peers back at us. We enhance the shadows or we contrast the
features whether the features be upon our faces or the features of where the
reflecting glass appears. The reflecting
glass is set before us just as a pool of water is rises in the oasis. As to whether we allow another to take their
turn in the reflecting pool, or if we allow another animal to drink beside us;
the lighting always changes, the mood always looks dim, the faces always look
the same, and the water is always washes away our disgraces.
The
water in the reflecting pool always rotates, clockwise or
counterclockwise. The water is always
revolving with the changes in the day, the night, the rising of the sun, or the
setting of ball that glows in the evening horizon. The pool bends and curves around our faces
just as the light brightens our nature.
The reflecting pool is a view to follow, because whether you are animal
or man, man or woman, woman or child you eyeball and scrutinize the image that
sets before you. The animal that stands
behind you is waiting to point a finger for the animal that stands beside you
is ready place a paw in the water that holds your image. The water in the pool is still the same as it
was just moments ago; but, the image in the water is different than is was
seconds ago if it was not moments ago.
So,
as the line to the oasis grows, so do the faces of the animal kingdom who wish
to gawk and stare upon the faces that have come before them. Some animal refuse to move, some animals wish
to take their time, some animals are in a hurry, and some animals never
leave. The mirror which reflects the
pool of images either grows or withdrawals.
As animals we either move forward or we cower away; but, when we stand
there alone… we stand there alone. The
images are always altering, the rings are always transforming, and the faces
which hold our images are always shifting; whereas, the shifting rings upon our
faces always revealing. As the rings
change around our faces, so do the rings around those who stand next to us. When we replace the lines either on our faces
or the lines that stand behind us, we can create a ring of animals and people
around us who are with us and not against us.
If they are against us, then their fingers are pointing towards us; so,
when you are in the reflecting glass alone and a finger is pointing toward you,
then you are pointing a finger against those who are against you.
Now
you see the paw that sets before you, here is where you reach for my hand. My hand is a link to my heart; whereas, my
heart is a connection to my head. My
paws always being washed, whereas, my hands always wash my faces. My paw can be placed into your hand; whereas,
you paw can be placed into mine. Your
hands wash your faces; whereas, your hands wash away the sin. Our transgressions and our sins can be seen
upon our faces because the distortion of the reflection is visible to those who
don’t place their hands and paws to their faces as we wash away sin, the grief,
the strife, the anguish, the misery, the heartache, and the dirt from the
day. As we either wash our hands or
faces in the pool of water that washes away our transgression which cleanses us
of sins, we raise our heads to see who is around us, or those who stand behind
us. We all gather at the same oasis due
to this is the only water that rises in the desert; whereas, this is location
of the water that rises and falls in the sink before us.
As
my hands wash away my sins my heart is supposed to be lead to purity; but, my
head does not erase the transgression.
The cleanliness of my heads does not mean my heart is pure; the purity
of my heart does not mean my head has not lead me in to transgression. My head is full of thought, my hands are full
of dirt, and my heart is full of pain and anguish. My head can release my emotion; whereas, my
heart can feel my release of torment.
Your hands reach for my paws, so my heart can release the suffering
where your head can open your heart to mine.
Your heart can open and close as your hand closes around mine; your head
can be close-minded, whereas, your heart can be open. Your head can be open, but your paw can be
closed; whereas, my heart opens to yours, but your heart can be closed to mine.
We
all meet at the oasis, we all gather at places, we all glance at one another,
and we explore the water for the water is there for us to either drink or to
wash our hands and faces. Where we fail
is when the finger that points in our direction may be the claw within the paw
that rips away at our heads and our hearts.
Our hands are the ones that lead us into sin for our heads are the ones
that lead us into transgression. When we
follow the finger we follow those who will either lead us into temptation or
lead us into guidance. Our fingers can
easily equal our mouths, our mouths can easily swallow the sin that was taken
into our hands, and our paws and mouths tear away at the sin that we are ready
to devour. We share our decision to
either take the guidance of our leader, or we chose to consume the knowledge
which is brought before us. Where we
place our heads, our hearts and our hands are where we place our faces, our
paws and our beliefs.
We
follow the finger no matter what direction it points; it point up, down, right,
left, forward or backward and maybe even sideways. Our fingers go around in circles and so do
our lives. The direction is for us to
choose. The guidance is for us to
take. When, we choose make our decision
as to follow or lead then we are the ones responsible for the direction we lead
others. In the military, we are provided
all sorts of guidance and leadership no matter if it is wrong or if it
right. Do we question the guidance or do
we question our leadership? In Boot
Camp, we are brought down to our knees; not to suck someone’s dick or eat out
someone’s ass, but brought down to our knees psychologically to improve
ourselves and to prove our dedication to leadership. We are sometimes torn apart as an animal
tears and chews away at its new kill; whereas, by the element of surprise we
are brought a trophy to inspire and motivate us as an adult lion brings her
cubs a meal for her pride. As our
trophies grow; so, do we. As our
adolescence grows we strength our spirit; our spirit may be weak, our spirit it
may be strong, our spirit may not be known, but our spirit can always be set
free.
We
consume the knowledge and guidance set before us, we mature and grow based on
this information, we become wise and learned to instill into others the
confidence and character of our nature. Our
character and nature grows as our animalistic nature grows; what we choose to
do with it is our choice. Our
determination as to the character we are going to play is based upon our
willpower to overcome the obstacles that are set in our way. The obstacle can easily be the animal that we
chase down and hunt, the obstacle can be another animal waiting in the lurches,
or the obstacle can easily be the ignorance of our leadership. How we choose to overcome the obstacle can be
to take the animal by surprise; or maybe, just maybe… to play the animal as the
fool. To play the animal as the fool is
to take the animal by surprise as we are waiting in the lurches. We speed to the attack and take the animal
down that is on the chase for his meal.
We jump upon the animal’s backside with all our weight and dig our claws
into the meat where we can take the animal by the throat.
So...,
now we have a fresh kill we can either decide as to what to do with the
meat. Do we either share this meal as we
share our oasis or do we squander and take this collation as our own
reward? If we share what is before us,
then we share all that is placed before us.
If we choose to scoff down a feast by ourselves, then we have chosen a
path of instability. Our pathways are
chosen by our actions; our inactions are our obstacles. Whether are instability is are obstacle is
only determined by our gluttony. In what
manner we choose to destroy our prey can be illustrated by our leadership and
management; are management can be consumed by gluttony and self-righteousness. Our guidance and mentorship can steer us into
the wrong direction as our animalistic nature can raze us into
devastation. This behaviour can send us
into exile just as an animal who has been exiled from the pack. How we choose to lead can be determined as to
how well we follow just as how well we listen is determined as to how well we
hear. If we hear the call to feast upon
our meal, then we have heard the call to share our wealth. If we have chosen to remain silent and fend
off merging predators, then we may have conversely decided the road of
isolation for this pathway is where self-guidance and spiritualism can be
self-motivating.
Isolation
is a lonely one even for an animal; the animal must learn to hunt and fend for
one’s self. Humanity can be desolate if
isolated. One must seek out knowledge,
mentorship, guidance and counselling to lead us into a direction for either
animal or mankind to stand in the forefront of humanity. As an animal, we stand upon all fours, open
our mouths and raise our paws to defend and stand over our prey. As humans, we stand upon two feet even for
those who cannot stand but must sit; we have the right to defend either one’s
self or the right to defend others where the rights of one’s self or others no
matter the cost of the leadership and direction that has been provided. Even a leader can provide misdirection, they
can make you look like a buffoon, they can propel you into a direction like no
other, or they can cause a cataclysmic episode as to where the devastation can
bring about change. Consequently, the
end result is in the hands of the outcast.
Even the outcast of the pride can make a change; the outcast can be
welcome into a herd of various animal kingdoms because the outcast may go
unnoticed.
If
the outcast is considered the fool, then who are we? Are we not equally the fools for sending out
the animal to lay down near the lamb?
Or, are we the fools for placing ourselves upon his backside with our
claws tearing away at his flesh? As we
tear our claws into the flesh to reveal the meat, do we find a heart where we
may find a brain; or, do we find an arrow piercing the heart where we may find
the color of violence? We know that our
brains are not near our hearts, but our souls are held in safe keeping; whereas,
the brain is in control of how we protect our hearts, our brains and our souls. Do we look to our hearts, or do we look to
our intelligence to guide us? Our souls
are guided by our hearts, whereas, our hearts are guided by our head to extend
our hand which will lead us in to change.
Violence will bring change, knowledge will bring intelligence, ignorance
will bring stupidity, and kindness will bring transformation. Your transformation is based upon how you
manipulate the information and how you learn.
Some learn by reading, some learn by doing, some learn through
visualization, and some are tacticians who are those that learn by reading,
doing and through visualization.
Our
behaviour can either be violent in nature or it tolerant; how we choose to
utilize our behaviour is based on our see ourselves. Our souls are going to determine our nature,
animalistic or not; whereas, our minds are going to determine how we
behave. So, are we going to behave like
animals or are we going to be behave as intelligent beings? Animal or not, human or not; we are still
animals whether we stand upon two feet or whether we crawl upon all fours. How we choose to walk across the earth or
crawl upon the gravel pit, or how we slither into another’s life we have the right
to spread our wings and soar across the skies.
We are all here for a reason, so let’s choose, let’s decide, let’s make
an educated decision, let’s ask for guidance, let’s stand for a purpose, let’s
act upon our knowledge for which we have been provided, and let’s act upon the
mouth piece, the ears and eyes we have been provided. We use these thing to gain wisdom into our
actions; we use these things to gain wisdom into another’s actions. How we choose to utilize all these things is
depending on how we choose to fulfill our lives.
Let’s
ask a friend, let’s ask a family member, let’s ask a teacher, let’s ask a
mentor, let’s ask adult, let’s ask a child, let’s ask professor, let’s ask a
person who obtains the knowledge for whom we gained the information, and let’s
as ourselves do I truly know what I’m talking about. As an animal we are taught, we are mentored,
we are educated in the ways of a hunter and killer, and we imparted with a gift
of playfulness. As mankind, we are
furnished with the same instincts; how we choose to impart these gifts are the
decisions that we make. Even as animals
we make decisions on a daily basis whether they are right or wrong, whereas, as
humankind we make deceive decisions as to whether the answers are wrong or
right; we also make a decision as to whether to ask a question. As a part of the animal kingdom we are
different because we have been granted with a gift of conscience; whereas, as
if we were just animals walking, crawling or slithering across the gravel pit
or whether if we swim distances across the ocean we are only behaving in our
animalistic nature for which we were taught or mentored.
In
the animal kingdom we are seek acceptance for our behaviour, our attitude, our
knowledge, and our appearance. In the
species of man, we are seeking for forgiveness.
In the species of animals, we take so we can thrive. As man or woman, we set before ourselves the
decisions and places we elect. When we
travel in a pack, a tribe, a herd or a clan; whereas, mankind we have opted to
travel in the same form or we have opted to travel independently. The path we choose is a pathway to a roadway
in the animal kingdom. The doorway we
choose is a doorway to the Kingdom of Heaven or a doorway to the Animal Kingdom
from the Kingdom of Heaven. The places
we pick are the places we prefer; the keys we hold are the keys we place in our
pockets. The keys we hold in our hands
are the keys that will open our hearts.
The keys we deploy to open the doorway to the roadway into our hearts is
through our head. As to how we benefit
from the keys to these open doorways will lead us upon a roadway of a lifelong
decisions that will take us through the Animal Kingdom and into the Kingdom of
Heaven.
As
we consume what we deplete we waste the information that we have spent a
lifelong time learning. The lifelong
lessons are our lifelong lessons in life, in education, in leadership, in
mentorship, in teaching, in sponsorship and in companionship. Animal kingdom does
not waste the meals for which they have partaken, nor the knowledge of the
teachings which lead them into the afterlife.
In this animal kingdom our afterlife is the life in the hereafter, and
as how we choose to get into the afterlife is an indication of how we choose to
live this life. We all do something
differently in the animal kingdom where we all do something the same. We all do something the same in mankind,
whereas, we all do something differently as humans. If this is unclear then maybe life is
unclear, and we should wipe the dirt from the looking glass before we wash away
the gossip from our faces. The mud that
resides within the oasis is where the water once stood; and the scuttlebutt is
what looms over the earth.
I
just heard this evening a line that brings to light the truth about ignorance;
it reads, “Say something so that I know that you are not really hurt.” And, where the reply reads, “I’m really hurt.” Do you see the ignorance this this statement;
do you see the ignorance that has been placed before you? If I were to tell you something about the
difference between a “Stupid Mother Fucker” and a “Dumb Mother Fucker,” would
you be able to recognize the differences in the mirror or in the water which
now diminishes before our irises in the oasis where we have come to gather. The watering hole can either be around the
scuttlebutt, or in the desert for which the animal kingdom plays these
games. Hence, the difference between a
“Stupid Mother Fucker” is the difference between a “Dumb Mother Fucker;” where
the “Dumb Mother Fucker” wades into the mud and is surely to get stuck, and the
“Stupid Mother Fucker” is the one who fails to wash away the mud from his or
her faces.
Some of us may not wear mud upon
our faces, but we wear the lies which lie in the lines of our faces. In a pride of animals the lines may not be
seen, but the wrinkles upon the body show the age of the lion; whereas, the
irises hold the youth of our eyes when we gaze into the looking glass which
hold the reflecting pools of our corneas.
So, when we walk up on a mother fucker, do we look then in the eye and
say, “Oh, my fucking god, Mother Fucker” without signify as to what kind of
mother fucker they are? Either the
diminishing waters of the oasis where the palms rise above the earth signify
the wealth of the land or irises of the animal kingdom signify the wealth of
knowledge which one may hold whether if the facts are true or if the gossip is
a “Big Fat Lie.” The wealth holds are
riches, our riches hold our fortune, and our fortune hold our resources which
come in abundance upon this gravel pit of life.
When the resources are left to
one man or one woman who is going to stand and confront the mother fucker as to
whether if the data is accurate of if it is false. For false data can lead to an inaccuracy of
evidence; whereas, true data can lead to knowledge, communication, and
wisdom. These things bring
companionship, honesty, partnership, heroism, valor, integrity, intrepidness
and bravery to stand against the foe which may hold the ignorance and
self-righteousness of their leadership.
We all have taken a pathway through our irises to open or close a
doorway which awaits the truth. For the
truth is what leads us into another’s home; whereas, the lies turn us away from
the wisdom of another’s soul. Each of us
plays a part in the animal kingdom of life; as to what part we play lies in the
forefront of the mirror. What lies
behind us is another animal waiting to find out who they are in the reflecting
pool. As the waters rise and fall so to
the mother fuckers who travel along the gravel pit. As the mother fuckers approach the reflecting
glass, so do the mother fuckers who encroach upon the reflecting pools.
When you determine in either the
reflecting glass or the reflecting pool as to whether you are a “Dumb Mother
Fucker” or a “Stupid Mother Fucker” is dependent upon how often a change in the
water occurs. As the water ripples, so
the waves in the ocean. At the tables
turn, so do the rules of the game. So,
when we look into the pools of each other’s irises I never stand alone; I am
always there with an image of who I am.
As to whether the image of you appears to me is left up to you as to
whether stand beside me where you and I can see each other, or if your decide
to stand behind me and point a finger. So,
when you advance upon my backside, place your hand upon my shoulder and let me
know that you are friend so I may look into your irises and tell you a “True
and Factual Statement.” Where your claws
come over my shoulder I take as foe, or I take you as a playmate because you
are my companion. So, whether if you are
there to mock me or if you are there to make fun of my image I raise a brow to
signify as to who I am. I stand there at
the watering hole every day, every moment, every minute, and every second and
every millisecond knowing as to who I am whether if the water wakes or ripples,
or whether if the water turns to mud or if it should become clear.
As to whether you my story went
untold or not is up to the mother fucking animals who share the oasis with me
because the water turns either clockwise or counterclockwise, but the time on
our faces always moves forward. Where
the droves of animals who stand behind me waiting their turn at the pools
because the lines where we stand in front of the mirror increases in size and
length, because each person who stands behind me is just another mother fucking
animal who does not know who they are and is awaiting their turn to wash away
the dirt and grime from their faces. So,
when I walk away from the reflecting glass and you take your places where you
place your two because at the watering hole we place our four feet I can either
turn to you and greet you or I can walk away from you because you face is
covered in the disgust to which you are about to wash away the lave of dirt
which resides in places within the lines and circles of your faces.
When we walk away from the pools
which hold our disgraces, do we let the water drain from the basin or do we let
it stand for another animal to do the job for you? Do you stand there and go “Oh, my fucking god”
when the basin reveal the evidence of the last animal that was standing in
front of the looking glass, or do you clean away their disgrace gracefully, or
do you hide the evidence inside a container under the sink? As you look upon the evidence that remains
you see the animal that stood there before you.
You may not recognize the intelligence of the animal, but you may see it
characteristics. The characteristics of
animal that stood there before you are as simple as the features in ones
faces. You can tell where one has been
or where one is traveling to; for the pathway to the receding water is through
evaporation or through a drain pipe. The
earth hold the water for which we have discarded, the earth holds the mud for
which the water retreated, and the earth holds the disgraces within the mud for
which it has washed away.
What we choose to do is what we
choose to do; what they choose to do is what they choose to do. Subsequently, we are left with the loam which
will either hard our head or our hearts, because the clay is now returned to
the earth. As we will be either their
buried or cremated, we become the clay which others will drink from; and as to
what we take with us is left up to the animal that stands before the reflecting
pool. So, I look up and I look down and
find that there are two pools which hold my irises; one may be clear as glass
and or the other may full of earth which stores the water for which we are to
drink from. I am lucky, I am lucky; the
basin is clear as glass. There is no mud
today, there is no disgrace, there is no misfortune, there is no waste; there
is only a crystal of water which peers as reflecting glass. The water reflects the oasis, whereas, the
mirror reflects my image. My images are
now being echoed in the places I stand; and, I can now take my time to find out
who I truly am.
The time I spend is the time I
choose to spend for the lines increase and never descend. So…, if I were to tell another man’s story, I
would speak of a man who has shown me a mirror which carries the truth of who I
am. The mirrors below me are the pools
which wash away the images of who I am, and the mirrors before me echo the
mirrors which hold my soul. Where my
image holds the truth and the waters hold the lies, I can place my hands within
the water to place my hands upon my faces.
As the waters wash away my faces the waters wash away the lies; the
truth is what is left behind. I am here
in the water, I am here in the glass, I am here upon my two feet, and I am here…
I am here before you. I am here in the
mirror and I am here standing in line before you; whereas, you are standing
here behind me looking to the reflecting glass watching me and waiting. Fittingly, you are my shadow, you are my
friend, you are my companion, you are my family, and you are not my foe. These animals are man, these animals are
woman, and these animals are animal waiting to be fed.
When you rise from the water, you
rise from disgrace. When you look
across, you look with deliberateness. With
the look of deliberateness you stop and glare with wonder as to who the image
is in the mirror. The image is a new
picture because every picture is not the same.
Every picture is a new face especially the face that looks and glares
back at me with deliberateness. Now,
with my faces washed and my sins in the basin before me I now have to make that
decision as to whether to drain the basin or let evaporation take its toll upon
my sin. Maybe, if I look behind me… I
can see another who awaits me. Do I wish
to show him or her my sin, or do I remove the evidence of my lies. So, if I decide to sewage my lies, then, I
decide to hide behind the cloak for which I have shielded my irises from. Against my hand lies my dagger; my dagger is
my finger, and my mouth is my sword. So,
when I remove my dagger from my sword, I can remove the lies for which I am
about to abandon. The cloak which has
shielded my irises is the image I bury in cosmetics; for these are the masks I
wear. My lies now lie beneath the drain
pipe, and I now have a new cloak over my irises.
I am now ready; I have taken my
time. I turn to you without a word. I place my arm around your shoulder, and my
paw grasp the hand you have eagerly given to me. I do not say what I found in the mirror for I
am not quite sure. I still have buried
myself inside the lies for which I have failed to tell a candid statement where
sincerity and goodness of mankind shall rest.
As I turn away from you, I turn and look back into the mirrors of reflection
to take notice that another has taken my place, and another is waiting their
turn. Do I question the whether if I
drained the basin for which lied my disgust of who I am, or do I question the
mother fucker who has to look upon himself or herself? Do I question whether if they see the same
thing or the same things that I have seen?
They may have seen something differently about me, or maybe the see
something the same about themselves. I
turn back around and nudge you with my nose still not revealing who I am. I am covered in cloak with a sword in my
mouth whereas this time my dagger is in my words. I may still be your friend, I may still be
your family, I may even be covered in a uniform, or I may not be covered at
all; nevertheless, I am here… I am here… I am here right beside you and all
others are left at the pools of reflection with mirrors to their souls awaiting
the revelation of spirit to be brought upon them.
