TWELVE

I hope the Sun will come out. It was shining bright when I awoke. For reason, unknown to me, I didn't wake up until almost 8:30. That is at least an hour later than my usual arousal time.

When I laid down, in bed, last night, the thought went through my mind, “How did this twelve year old kid get to be eighty-two?” Well my 82^nd birthday isn't until January, but I am in my 82^nd year. I remember that twelve year old boy. He had the dream of growing up to be the philosopher, that would teach, that all learning pursuits were the same. It didn't matter whether you were studying mathematics, psychology, physics, whatever, it was the same subject from a different point of view.

I remember when, I saw what I saw. I was laying in bed looking up at the springs above me. {I slept in an army surplus bunk bed- my brother slept above me.} I was convinced, I was seeing a truth, that folks needed to understand. I wish I could remember it now. I was smarter when I was twelve.

Thinking about my brother, who slept above me; he is the one who left us, this past year, shortly before his eightieth birthday. He always asked me questions, and got me to expound on things. Some time, during my discourse, I would realize he had fallen asleep. It wasn't until we were grown up, that he admitted that, when he had a hard time sleeping, he would get me to talk, because that would always help him fall asleep. Is that the way to treat a 12 year old philosopher?

I continued my love of philosophy, but when I was a teenager {16?} I read Freud's “Introduction To Psychoanalysis”. I fell in love, with the subject, and read what came my way. I read some of the works of Adler and Jung and as a young man realized truth did not lie in the works of one person.

Since then my learning has been attempting to answer, “Who are we?” “Why are we here?”

Now, I just want to grow up. Whatever that means.

I think it means, who we are, divested of all the learning that was based on fear. Most of what we were programmed to believe, about ourselves, is nonsense. We have learned limitation and judgement about ourselves. Yes, I believe we are loving beings of light.

We may need to listen to our twelve year olds.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Love and Peace, Gregg