The East Asia Sea affair is likely to be known as Obama's equivalent of Bush' IIs defining moment with the apology to China regarding surveillance flights.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Commander Be, the cheesy astronaut
The Most Beautiful Life I Ever Had
Freedom. Who knows what it is? I thought I did. I thought I was free growing up. I thought my parents were free. I thought my friends were free. This is what I was taught in America: I was living in the greatest country in all the world and that because I lived in this country I was most definitely free. Without America, there was no freedom.
But if this is true, then how can I explain that the most free I have felt in my entire life culminated this morning, underneath an apartment building in Tel Aviv, Israel. How can I explain that I found so much freedom being the EXACT OPPOSITE of what America prescribes as successfully free. I was sporting a full-beard, an old sweatshirt and a pair of old sweat pants (all were clean and freely given to me). I was eating a delicious piece of homemade plum-cobbler that I had found pristine, sitting on top of the garbage can I had just opened. I was tucked away in a shaded spot surrounded by ferns and palm trees. The morning sun shone against the neighboring building casting shadows of trees and hanging clothes that danced in the gentle breeze. I had no money and no job. I didn't own a house and wasn't renting an apartment. I didn't own a car or a smart phone. But, I had everything I needed. I was happy. I was free.
America, how can this BE? How could I be so happy and free living the antitheses of the prescribed path? I'll tell you how. Because I had purpose, I was self-sufficient, I was cared for and I cared for others. I was on my own clock, following the directions of my own heart. I arrived to this culminating point of freedom pushing a grocery cart that I was filling with bottles and cans. Bottles and cans that people threw away. Trash that I could turn into money. I was also finding food to sustain myself and my family. Good food that people didn't want. Fresh fruits and vegetables, grains, beans, cheese, chocolate and cobbler. I was turning nothing into something. Creating treasure from trash. I was reducing waste and providing for my own needs and the needs of my family. I was independent. I felt good! and I felt free! because I was good and I was free.
I have mentioned my family twice now and it is important for me to elaborate. Three days ago I was adopted by a community of people living freely in a city park in Tel Aviv. People may know us as homeless, but this is far from reality. If we were homeless (without home; home is where the heart is and something much more than a structure one lives in), how could we have family? We are not even houseless because people have built houses. Houses with beds, living rooms, dining rooms, kitchens and offices. Personally, I have been adopted by one of the nicest families I know. I have a father, mother and brothers here. They have fed me, housed me and clothed me. They have taught me many lessons in Life. I go out searching for treasures for them. The Great Spirit (Law of the Universe) guides and protects our family. We have each other. We have freedom. We have everything we need.