The Diary

[Boss]

Hi. In life we have 'choice'. I have chosen to make a change, again. I believe the lady, and I need more time to cook. Both of us are defrosting in the microwave, we have a few minutes to go. I think by Zebulun (June) the 7th the bell will "ding" and we will be ready. Hence, I have changed my flight date accordingly. This date, Zebulun the 7th is the first day of the Jubilee. This fiftieth year lasts one year. I don't know if she will make it, but I know I won't be able to wait any longer. All of us have one day shy of four months in what I believe is 'Closing Time' - the end of black and white. The beginning of eternal colour will follow. I believe the next four months will be kinda like a scramble - but I am the first to admit I've been wrong before. Salaam and Shalom and Peace. Adam

[Boss]

It's 8 in the morning, the 9th of Simeon, 13,700,000,030 years since the beginning - the dawn of Creation. Where life or evolution was at its embryonic stage. We, all of us, have come down through time to this very second in time. In essence, we are part of that initial fire in the black space. All of us children, links to the origin of this so precious existence. If you become despondent, if you get low or depressed - and believe me, I have been this many times; I tried hard to kill myself 3 times in the late 80's and early 90's (think I was successful one early morning in August '88) just think back a lazy 13.7 billion years. And know you were there. You, all of us, were there. Somewhere in the New Testament, Yeshu'a says 'Before Abraham was, I am' or words to that effect. He is implying that he was there since time immemorial. I believe in all sincerity that we all were! A part of every single one of us has come down from that spark in the primordial soup that was the Big Bang. We, all of us are connected to the dance that was, and still is, Creation. What I am saying is that you, your body and your soul has always been here. You are a child of the stars. You, your parents, your children are products of life. A product that has been here, been there for 13,700,000,030 years. Imagine now doubling that time frame. But imagine now that you do not die anymore. That literally, all of us go slipping and sliding all along the waterfall, forever. What do you think G-d is doing? He is handing Humanity the whole thing, everything in the Cosmos. He is bequeathing us the lot. You ask 'Why the suffering?' He is just making sure we are worthy, He is teaching us to make sure we are ready. The handover begins in a matter of months. Closing Time has just about expired. And it is due to two things: our incredible perserverance and His endless love. Good morning.

[Boss]

I have $1000, a television set, a second hand I-phone and a second hand I-pad, a $15 clock radio, a few rags to wear and seven trophies from a long time ago. I have two remaining brothers, two dead ones, a dead sister and dead father. I have an unbelievable mum, no pets, no car, no titles, a seven year bank loan. I have the memory of a girl I used to love and I have Cohen on CD. I have a four month sentence to serve until I am released into the World. And, this is the nub - I do not know what to do with myself. Since 1988 I have been confused, since '97 imprisoned. Of late, say the last 6 or 7 months, I have been peeling back the layers of fear and awful awkwardness, the stuff that has been lodged and magnified in my soul over such a long tumultuous life. I've been stripping it away as if with a paint scraper cutting and gliding through old wallpaper. Flakes cascade to the floor, and with each thrust comes a little more freedom. I cannot stay here where I've resided for the past 16 years. I think I'd choke. I can't travel as I really don't have the finances. My very wealthy Jewish family (3 aunts) would not help - I am assuming this as they hardly ever helped before. I am whinging and I don't like doing it. Apparently Packer put a $10 million ring on Carey's finger. Either it is all bluff, or they are both heavily insane. $10 million could buy a hospital wing in Lima, Peru. It could also enhance the exploration of solar power. But no, she wears it on her digit because his daddy was very, very greedy. I believe this forum is packed full of people with money judging by how many times you travel all over our World for concerts and get togethers. I like Karl Marx and Christ and the Mahatma. They saw through wealth and saw the horrible disease it represents. They believed in love and consequently the notion of equality. I think if you have any morsel of Humanity in you, you will understand my thoughts. If you don't get it, well go and get fucked.

[Boss]

2.39pm and I'm watching American basketball. I am gradually trying to be near American things and stuff. After all I will be spending two months and a week there. Plus my grandpa was a Yank - I will visit his gravesite. I have been walking the beach twice a day of late. I even successfully walked the pier twice; not bad for someone with minor phobic tendencies. In all honesty, walking it was bloody terrifying, stopping every so often in panic, holding the rail. Then moving on again. Since I changed my day of departure from early Levi (March) to early Zebulun (June) things have slowed down considerably. Seems things in the World are more tame, too. It is understandable. I guess it is a time for rumination, a bit of introspection. A time to polish my shoes, to have Mum mend some rips in my two pairs of old shorts, my hand-me-down chequed shirt. It is a time to relax and a time to get into some sort of physical shape. To hone my philosophical and spiritual endowments, and to rehearse my critical thinking. I have responsibility on my shoulders. Each of us does. It has been ordained by the author of love that I take control over the whole World. Why do you think I chose the username, 'Boss'? This very Forum has been my baby pool. I have tried things out; different styles, techniques, intentions. I have been given the freedom to convey my thought, my feelings to you. And I have learned from this, and from your input. In Zebulun I begin my vocation, I graduate to the Olympic pool. I will no longer primarily give of myself to an internet (though I will still dabble), but I will put it out in the World. I hope to love that she comes with, that together we can institute a World of peace grounded in love.

[Boss]

Went to the pier and beach and cafe with Mum. We walked half of the plank, sat on a seat near the path then sand and then we both enjoyed an ice chocolate - lovely. We were there around 7.30pm. Quite a few people, the weather of late has been scintillating. Summer is slowly but surely winding down - 19 days to go. With the help of people, in Australia, in the World, my confidence is growing. Every time a person and I exchange greetings, I grow in stature. After 23 odd years, the door to my prison is beginning to open. I thank people, just people, for for their acceptance, for their love and kindness. I used to tell my mum I would overcome the social anxiety. That something would happen that would alleviate my pain, my suffering. And that something is simple kindness. The whole entire World is changing, and that means each and every one of us. And this change is not a stock market crash; this change is the abolition of the stock market - all over. I've been banging away for more than 27 years. Banging away for untold peace. And really, probably in the last 3 or 4 weeks, I actually can see this thing working. We have so much work to do, I know, but it is possible. Utopia or paradise is coming and nothing, not an army, a despot, even catastrophic climate upheaval, can stop it. The author of love is the ultimate genius, and very soon we will be free. Free to dance, sing, live. And, due to His incredible nature, we will in one sense be free of Him. As I've said before, He is handing it over, all of it, to us. And truly, we will be masters of our own destinies, and masters of the Universe. There will be one thing we will never, ever know - the origin of Him, where He came from, and of love. I know I cannot know what was there 5 minutes before the Big Bang - but love was there. Indeed, I believe it has been growing and growing all along. It has culminated in us - the Human species for the last 3 or 4 million years. We have evolved, from an amoeba in the sea some 3.5 billion years ago, to you and me today. Lightning (fire) struck the sea (water) and we were off. I personally believe He put in miracle for the first cell to form, and then divide and so on and on. It was a part in His masterful plan. It has been an incredibly slow march. So slow. But we are here. I also believe it has all been fate under the auspices of G-d or love. He directed it, all things. Lately, in the last 2 or 3 thousand years, men and women have appeared as teachers to help the whole Human race. Still, fate lurked. Very soon, we will be set free by His hand - and He will depart. We will have outgrown Him - and He knows very well this will happen. At this time, and forevermore, we will create. Simply create. We will know an atmosphere not ever known before. It is my belief we will not die; just as Isaiah and so many teachers inferred. And, if you've been skulking around making a lot of money, it is primarily you who will owe everything to those so very many Men and Womyn and Children who died for you.

[Boss]

Morning all you Cohenites and non-Cohenites alike. First thing I want to say is how I so thank love for allowing me to soon grace that most gracious and spirit-filled nation, the home of my maternal grandfather, the United States of America. And I am particularly grateful I will be there when the mighty Barack Obama is still in power. About nine or so years ago, I was iffy about him. How things have changed. I know when I'm in New York I will catch a train to Washington DC and I will sit outside the fence and peer into the White House and wistfully just wish I could see him walk across the lawns! I am not a politician, but I believe that man, who indeed had many a difficulty to overcome in his younger years, is and has been a G-d send to America. It is thru him your society has become more egalitarian. It is his fierce belief in love and in justice and the potential in all US citizens that has steered your country to safer shores. Before he leaves office, he will inaugurate changes to a myriad of causes. He will be instrumental in a new America, indeed a whole new World. D'ya reckon, if I wave a World flag and sing 'All You Need Is Love' and jump up and down he might just cross the lawn so we can have a chin wag? Think I'd recruit him as a Carlton supporter! Guess I'll just wait and see. So, today. I plan on going for a mid-morning walk down the beach. Get my feet wet. Might try and play a little Bobby (that's what my mum and others used to call him) Dylan. Dad so loved Dylan. Had this badge picture of him hanging from his interior car mirror. Gee he loved, Dylan. I still got work to do re: my dad. He loved Leonard and Van and Cat and Neil et al. My old man was very different to my mates' dads. He was an old hippy. Wore blue jeans and Indian type tops. He wrote profusely about many many things - a rose, Vegemite, a Womyn's armpit. But his speciality was the moon. He loved her. One of his books was titled 'Handshake With the Moon'. But with all the acclaim he won, his seven books, running national poetry festivals, going on radio and his very highly educated and able wife - he ignored his kids. And it cut in, and it cut in hard. It confused me so much. I needed an older male figure to show me the ropes, to protect me from my 3 older brothers, from the onslaught of the World. A World I so often felt was unfair and out of control threatening me with nuclear annihilation and a domination by extremely unsavoury rich men. He wasn't there, he just wasn't there. I saw him for a few hours Thursday nights all thru my high school years. I lived with him a bit in '87 after I was first hospitalised and then again with Jackie a year or so later. I kinda had to win his love. It was taxing. I sort of contorted who I really was to fit in with him. I sacrificed the real me. My brother Michael suicided, he couldn't take it. My beautiful sister Esta rebelled, went out with toughs, smoked and died in a car smash with Peter who was heavily intoxicated. Me and all of my siblings were crushed by Dad's non-attendance, his distance. My two remaining brothers still suffer on in the ramifications of Dad just not being there, not taking his children seriously. All I have left is an old VHS video of him and Dylan playing the harmonica on Mr Tambourine Man - my dad played the harp, too. I know in years to come I will heal and adequately forgive him. Just by writing this this morning I feel cleaner and I thank you wholeheartedly for listening. I loved and I love my dad. If only he could have known. If only Jehovah let him come with us, too.

[Boss]

Today is Simeon 12. I know everything is opening up, that our World will soon move into safety, into peace. I am happy for the 7.2 billion of you. You will have long, interesting futures. If the holy Men and Womyn of old, and even of today are correct, infinity is now reality in so many varied and diverse fields. Art will live forever, philosophy will live forever, sport will live forever, music will live forever, poetry will live forever, marriage will live forever, intergalactic space travel will live forever, One belief system of love will live forever... and you will live forever. Think I'm making it all up? Think I'm Satan and that Jesus (a Greek name Yeshu'a orchestrated and initiated in Greece probably 20-25 years after the Cross) is going to descend on a cloud and take all the 'believers' to some Rapture? That Man, Yeshu'a ben Yosef was one of the finest poets the entire Universe has ever known. After his short death at Golgotha, it is written (in my summation, by him in Greece) he was taken down early by some big wigs of the Temple. I believe he did die for a brief period - maybe 25 minutes. Then G-d sent him back. He recovered enough, probably after a few days to appear to his mates. Indeed, he asks Thomas to put his finger in his wounded wrists. Thomas does so. Yeshu'a knew he had to get out of Judea all together. With some of his close mates, his lover or wife Mary Magdelene, and his mother, he took off North. He also would have known he had no friends in Rome. He was an astute Man - he settled on Greece, not Damascus. As they were walking, I think he would have been confused. The guy had walked on water, healed the crippled, gave sight to the blind, even brought the dead back. Fleeing from Jerusalem he would have been so tired from the Cross. Every step would have been hell. I think Yeshu'a's mother had a secret. Way back in the formative years of her life with her husband Yosef (Joseph) they started making love. At this time Mary, probably 16 or 17 was walking in the outskirts of Nazret. An afternoon. She was raped by two descendants of Abraham's son Ishmael. There was doubt as to who the father was 9 months later when Yeshu'a arrived. This point now is critical. I believe Mary and Yosef DID NOT tell Yeshu'a. They would have noticed their extraordinary son blossom in front of their eyes. Yosef died before Yeshu'a started his ministry of three and a half years. Yosef was a mighty Man indeed. Any father who brings up a son like Yeshu'a is holy. His mother, too. I believe Yeshu'a left home in his late 20's. I think he went to Egypt - he writes he went there as a baby, a clue. I think he went there and I really believe he suffered there. For YEARS. Alike the Buddha and Nelson Mandela and Gandhi, the guy suffered big time, trying to do the right thing, trying so bloody valiantly until things clicked. Until love flowed from his courageous soul. He writes that he was in the bush with Satan for 40 days. It would be like him to understate the enormous suffering that was heaped on him to know love. And love he knew! He returned to the Galilee and taught. He was enigmatic, colourful, and he was true. When he was young he was imperfect and even lied. When he was in his 30's he was still imperfect, but he did not lie. The man was honest. He was love. This ancestor of every one of us was a mile ahead of his time. G-d was with him all the time. Now most of us know the New Testament. He was put on the Cross and died. But the L-rd G-d brought him back as I said. As Yeshu'a, his two Marys and mates rested on their way to Greece, his mum took him aside. She told her son of Ishmael's descendants raping her. She, like good mums do, would have suggested that he was not of David's line. Like the sort of Man I believe he was, he took it. Yeshu'a writes that a certain Jewish guy by the name of Saul was making his way to Damascus. Yeshu'a writes that he saw a very bright light, had a transformation of a sort. Yeshu'a was writing of himself on his way to Greece. He had a vision. I reckon it would have been auditory and visual, maybe in a pond. I don't know exactly what he saw, but God would have narrated some history. He would have seen Negasaki and Eiffel and Apollo 11. I reckon his Mum's explanation and this vision would have enabled the weak Yeshu'a to know it was not his time. But he was still alive, and he was a Man of peace and love. He would contribute to the very strange world ahead. He was only 35. He changed his name to Paul to avoid Rome. All Paul is he. In time, as he matured even more, he started to write. Over 30 books. He learned of Greek culture, the HELLenistic ways. The devils, Zeus, their philosophers. He incorporated many things Greek. He even changed his name to Jesus Christ. He was a wonderful poet, interchanging Hebrew and Greek thought. And he wrote deliberately. He believed in One G-d, his Aba. I truly believe he wrote his autobiography and philosophy for us. He knew of eternal life, immortality. His 'Lord's Prayer' is one of the most beautifully constructed piece of writing ever written. He begins it with "Our Father who art in Heaven" suggesting that G-d is not even here. He is right to next say "Hallowed be thy name". Then incredibly, as if he knows, he says "Thy Kingdom come on Earth as it is in Heaven" - he knew. He knew of this day, our day, that is only a breath away. He wrote the New Testament over 10 or so years. He pushed his writings. There was no Paul, there was Yeshu'a. A man in hiding from men in his home country and from the Romans. Changing his name, and history. And dying at the age of 70 in 67 AD and I'd have a bet it was on the 7th of Zebulun (June)! I truly believe he and Mary Magdelene had kids too, and you may very well be a direct descendant. I love you Yeshu'a and I love what you did and what you wrote for the whole of Humanity. Be at peace with Mick and all in Heaven. Adam

[Boss]

It's just a matter of time.

[Boss]

Listenin' to LightFM. A Christian radio station. Once I had difficulties doing this. Someone with a fierce Jewish bent, I have been drenched in Christianity all my life. I know much more about Yeshu'a than say, Abraham. Having two colourful parents, a hippy dad and church loving mother converting to Judaism - anything would happen. And it did. They had six kids, they divorced, she swayed back to Jesus, he poetry. An old mate of mine, Chookas, used to say he was a 'bitsa'. I am a bitsa,too. A mongrel if you like. I have a Polish Warsaw Jewish grandfather, an English Jewish (probably originating from Spain - the Spanish Inquisition) grandmother, a Catholic Slovakian grandfather who lived and is buried in the United States and a Catholic-cum Jewish grandmother from Prague. What does all that mean? In essence, not a great deal. Far more importantly, I (and you, too) am connected to the Source, to love. That star matter, the stuff that exploded over 13.7 billion years ago, is me and you. And it is Yeshu'a and Abraham and The Lord Buddha. What was it that started Creation, perhaps who was it? The best analogy I can come up with is a hydrogen atom. One male proton and an attracted, buzzing female electron. The two together make One. They are indivisible (except in the black and white years when they made hydrogen bombs). There shall be no more bombs, no guns, missiles, droids, swords, hand grenades. It's finished, over, kaput. Too many, far too many of our brothers and sisters ended up with my brother Mick, and Muhammad and Mother Teresa, and Golda Meir in Heaven because of a World in which rich men sent their 'cattle' to kill. These powerful men hated themselves so they tried to kill the World - they were attempting to kill their fathers who hurt them so. Womyn were reduced to rubble, servants. She had her moments in the sun, but mostly she was pushed in to the background. So what is the purpose of all this. Why the suffering? What was going on, and more to the point, who was pressing the buttons? Five World religions sprang up in the last maybe 3000 years among so many smaller Pagan peoples all with their gods, fire, water, ritual and beliefs. Go back 209,000 years, the first Human has a vision. He sees me and smiles. His name, Adam. 6 million years before this, we existed but probably hung off trees. 66 million years ago, a few scrawny mammals - our relo's - and the dinosaur. 3.5 billion years ago, miracle; life. 4.5 billion years ago, our Solar System. And before that our Big Bang. What does it mean, if anything? Well it does. There was this bloke and His Mrs. They were here before the Universe. They have been here forever. They enjoyed each other, but to them, they had no form. They sat down in the black nothingness and dreamed up an elaborate plan. They would orchestrate Reality, a place with physical dimensions. And they would create a thing called time. They somehow blew out the Big Bang, time too, began. Now, they let it all rip, but they were overseers; ever present. Our Earth got here. A cell, division, suffering - 3.5 billion years. Life had started its journey. He/She were the authors of the book of suffering. Why they insisted on this mechanism, I do not know. No one does. We've had it all along - slaves being killed, whipped, raped, bought and sold. Husbands smashing their wive's teeth out. All of this pain, for us Humans for 3-4 million years, for the planet, so, so much longer. All this pain. Why? What were they up to?

They wanted you. Now, they are leaving.

[Boss]

They were all sick, Mick. Dad, Mum, Freud, Jackie. They were all sick, mate. All of them. All of them, but you and the animals; even Christ.

[Boss]

God will not take us to freedom
Heaven will not take us to freedom
Time will not take us to freedom

Only love will, only love

[Boss]

I remember you & me trying to make love under a low tree by a small stream in Emerald, winter 1988. You 21, me 20. That is all that matters.

[Boss]

It is quite early Sunday morning. As is custom, I slept alone last night. On my brother's bed. He died in 015 (2001), I inherited the bed, a few CD's - Under A Blood Red Sky by U2 among others - a chest of drawers. I'm in the lounge room. Just put Supertramp on. An album I very tentatively bought after Jackie, after 006 (1992). I say tentatively because I was just so damn scared, so paralysed by anything and everything. I barely functioned for those 23 years. It was all agoraphobia, social anxiety, social phobia - choose the appropriate response. I was scared. You may wonder of what? I think the crux of it was an extension of who I had always been. As a boy and a young adult, till I was 24, I was rather self-conscious. Sensitive, worried pretty heavily what others saw of me - particularly my dad and his psychiatrist wife; but especially him. I spose all boys like to impress their dads. My dad was what Humans used to call 'clever'. A pharmacist, a published poet, he'd read Bertrand Russell's 'History of Western Philosophy' or words to that effect. I, like so many boys, thought my dad was the ant's pants. He left my family many times, finally in '79 he left for good. I never got angry. On the few hours I saw him each week I had to battle four other brothers for his love. It was taxing. I studied every nuance of this man - what made him laugh, or cry. In a way I transformed my fledgling soul to 'fit' his reality. My brother Michael was similar to me - sensitive*, beautiful. He tried to write clever poetry as a ten year old, he jettisoned his own soul in an attempt to win his father's love. The whole thing failed miserably. In 1976 he had a severe breakdown, pretty rare for a twelve year old. He missed a year of school - year 7. Ten years later, in 000 (1986) he killed himself. It shocked my father, but still he continued on placing importance on his poetry and his wife. A year later, in 001, I was in the Melbourne Clinic - still trying to win his love, still pretty well unsuccessful. I met Jackie at the end of that year. We were good together. Young, but we used to laugh, she was a toughie but like Dylan intimated, she broke like a little girl. Bet she still does. I think the contention I'm making here is if my dad had encouraged me instead of seeking encouragement from his wife and the World, if he allowed me to be me, feel me, live out of my own volition, my soul, I feel my life would not have been so difficult. I would have experienced me, not what I believed he wanted me to be. In awful, intellectual hindsight I can see how ineffectual his father was, that my dad would not have learnt from his weak father who only worked extremely long hours to avoid the chaos of his very neurotic wife and her mother wreaking chaos in the household. It is clinical and easy to dissect all of this. But it damages. It intellectualises everything and you miss out on the real anger and pain that is authentic, that should be directed at your parent. I wish I was free enough to yell and cry then; even now still. This heals, not fancy words and theory. If you get bogged in this stuff you become depressed, get antidepressants and further bury the drama. Some go on alcohol, some drugs, get schizoaffective disorder and that is only the tip of the iceberg of Human pain and distress; of the so many wounds we all carry. We weren't adequately loved as kids back in the past. It came down the generations, it is locked in our entire culture. Why did German kids respond to Hitler - they saw their daddy. Why would 50 year old men want to kill other nations? Because they were 'killed' by their parents. Look at young adults today. The Ice epidemic, the care less attitude about everything, the preoccupation with iPhones and body fat. Why? Because little girls were hardly loved; primarily by their mothers. Mothers who were working, making money and buying nothing in particular. Dressing up in expensive satin and gold and diamonds and not worrying about the life, the deep innocent life, of their daughters. And little boys were expected to be warrior heroes before they even got out of nappies (diapers). Boys so eagerly, so expectantly wait till their dads get home. They do and proceed to the fridge and drink beer. Drunk, the communication is all skewed and broken. Some dads hit the boy's mums, even fondle six year old sons. The divorce rate is about 50% in the West. What hope do adolescents or our young adults have? I realise this may be a bit pessimistic, or extreme. But I also know 'conscience' in a Human being is the key in turning this shambles of a World into a Paradise. You know if you hurt your kid - indeed, you know. Apologise to her or him. Tell them you made mistakes, ask them to forgive you. If you are 70 and your daughter is 50 and you hurt her, ring her, better still see her in person and tell her. Cry, even yell. Get it out. Hold each other, maybe for the first time. Fathers, even you, hold your son, your daughter. And weep. Even Yeshu'a wept - it is okay to cry. It'll bring all of us to love.

Anyway, for a myriad of reasons, I was self conscious - but mainly because I was inhibited by my Dad. When I got my message, the first person, after Jackie who was there with me, I told was my father. He didn't believe me and never did until the day he died on Kaddish, Gad 16 013 (Nov 16, 1999). From around New Year's Day 1993, when my message - received on Benjamin 27 002 (Aug 27, 1988) - was confirmed on a small kibbutz and by Mr Leonard Cohen, I have lived in hiding. I was always self conscious, always expected to be a certain way, mainly by Dad - but by Mum, too. But this was something else altogether. At 24, they EXPECTED me to be King. How was I to ACT? To be?

* all boys are sensitive

[Boss]

Mr Bob Dylan sang, well after that watershed year of 006 (1992) when Mr Leonard Cohen released 'The Future', 'some on their way up, some on their way down'. What was he implying? Indeed, what was Mr Van Morrison intoning way back in 009 (1995) when he purposefully penned the lines 'when you ring out the changes of how everything is'? These three singer/songwriters 'knew something' well before you. This new music of theirs, from 006 all through until roughly 029 - last year - was instruction. It was instruction for the World, but more precisely, it was instruction for a man, Cohen's servant, and his estranged Womyn. For more than two decades this man would scour music shops, ring record companies and later on go on the internet in a manic wild search for new albums by these three artists. Usually, he got nothing. But sometimes he'd track down Morrison's 'Down the Road' or 'Magic Time'. He bumped into Dylan's 'Modern Times' or 'Tempest', Cohen's 'Old Ideas'. In his considerable pain and confusion, he'd feebly put the new CD in his old players and let the poetry wash all over his very raw, lonely soul. He listened intently to the ideas espoused, to the beautiful rhyme, the suggestions, the bloody fine wisdom. Sometimes, like with Dylan's 'Ain't Talkin'' or Van's 'Just like Greta' or Leonard's 'Banjo' he'd look to the ceiling and just thank them profusely. He used to thank G-d too, but now he would thank love. These three men - and I know there were others; Diamond, Islam, et al, received very little public acclaim. Some critics canned them, said they'd lost it compared with 'Astral Weeks', 'The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan' or 'Songs of Love and Hate'. But there they were banging away, in support of and believing in a young man who was just very gradually growing in confidence and compassion and in essence, love. This man, me, will forever thank these men. When I was so awfully alone, when no one in the World would listen or understand, I would turn them on, as I just did, and find peace and encouragement. I would find guidance and I'd find this unwavering love. I thank them.

[Boss]

An obscure kinda hack of a poet who runs by the name of Leonard Cohen tried writing this in the year 13,700,000,006 which I abbreviate to 006 (which we once called 1992):

You don't know me from the wind
YOU NEVER WILL, you never did
I'm the little jew who wrote the bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
Heard their stories, heard them all
But love's the only engine of survival

There are two aspects to these lines I want to write of. Now; I have clearly capitalised the words YOU NEVER WILL. Why? Because there will be; rather there is, no jew. It is ironic, jews suffered horribly for around 2,000 years - this persecution culminated in Shoah, the Holocaust. And now Cohen and I say there won't be jewish people anymore. I realise many of Zion will feel horror and indignation at such 'blasphemy'. They want their Temple restored and The Chosen Ones to lead everyone in the World in Hebraic song and Hebrew lessons. It won't happen. I wear the Star of David on my left sleeve, I am tattooed on my wrist by number, I am Maccabee. BUT I am Aboriginal Burawang being slaughtered by musket, raped by English redcoats, stolen; too. I am 80 year old grandmother incinerated in an instant at Hiroshima; too. I am slave in Ancient Greece or Egypt or Sumer; too. There is no buddhist, no hindu, no christian, no muslim, no pagan either. There are only Human Beings. There's no religion; only belief in Humanity. We will delve into the wisdom, the sacred aspects of all of Humanity's very rich and diverse cultures. And we will notice and appreciate the many commonalities, and even dance in the differences. Jerusalem will be the World's capital - and Israel's. Three major religions revere her. There will be built a World Temple open to all Humankind. I reiterate, it will not be jewish, it will be for Humanity. Anyone can pray here, anyone.

And they will pray to love. In Cohen's verse above he reckons that 'love's the only engine of survival'. He is spot on. It is. Love is multifaceted. I believe its largest facet is 'giving'. To others, to yourself (not materially), even forgiving others and yourself. Doing this, war and bloodshed are annihilated. To me, and to others, love is G-d. And G-d is love. When we call on love, when we understand it was there half an hour before our marvellous Big Bang, that it lives throughout our Universe, in each and every one of us, I think we can get a much better handle on our predicament. The overbearing haShem or G-d or Allah is now not so authoritarian. We have grown up. We are responsible and the magic of love, with all her mystery, all her permutations and combinations, all her giving, lives inside us all. And, she is inextricably linked to growing. It does not stop. Every second that passes, love gets stronger!