Hate is not something that makes you sate, it makes you late at heaven's gate Dr. Cumonum Bottom Iwantumyu a malpracticing professional who enjoys giving people the shaft ............. ....... .......... ............. Let's see if it can be sorted out: The sad fact of homo promo - Nickie stuck Rickie and made Mario mad. Mario stuck Mickie and made Rickie mad. Rickie stuck Vance and made Rance mad. Rance lanced Vance and made everyone mad. A QUICK TRUE STORY ...... stayed silent in anxiety of accidently stepping on the toes of the Cosmic Task Force now known as the 'Messiah', while at the same time intimidated by the very real concern of inadvertently walking on turf claimed by the hidden police state and getting pancaked right out of the picture, a sworn enemy who take control by deadly power and rights from the cunning mind, rather than Cosmically sanctioned appointments based solely on motives stemming from totally humanitarian purposes. What you see when looking through a telescope is not REALITY. Reality of life is immense and is seen by looking within through the higher senses THIS IS HARD HITTING STUFF. NO POINT IN PULLING PUNCH LINES IF TRUTH IS THE ONLY POINT IN EXISTING IN THE FIRST PLACE. LET'S TRY THE EVERYDAY JUNK EVERYBODY TAKES FOR GRANTED: SCIENTIFIC, RELIGIOUS, POLITICAL, AND, SOCIOLOGISTIC ATTITUDES. AND COMPARE this WITH COSMIC LAW! DON'T BLAME US IF YOU READ SOMETHING YOU DON'T LIKE. IT IS NOT ABOUT LEAVES ON TREES. THE COW DOESN'T FLY OVER THE MOON WITH ITS TAIL IN THE AIR IN this POETRY. REMEMBER, YOU HAVE NOW BEEN WARNED. ANYWAY, SOMEONE ELSE WILL READ THE SAME THING AND SHOUT: YES! YES! A FAMED MURPHIES LAW: IF IT CAN GO BACKWARDS, IT WILL. See the flowers how they grow not sit in chorus row on row these are wild and fancy free growing glorious for all to see Climb climb climb morning glory climb Rhyme rhyme rhyme its an interesting time Grow grow grow gardenias grow Show show show what you really know ================================================ Finis ............. ....... .......... A somewhat renowned computer business owner and designer in the area, demonstrated what can happen when the simplest of oversights leads to a saga that makes Donald Duck look like a nerd in comparison. You remember Donald Duck sagas from the 50's in the comic books, these are legendary in the artistry of cartoon humor, but humans can make them seem normal. Consider a saga occurred by a well known human in the Ottawa area. This individual was recently, for instance, the first in the area to demonstrate real time on-line Virtual Reality in a computer. You put on the helmut and there you were in a graphic art show room staring at a brand new Trans Am and as you moved your head in any direction what you saw changed, for instance the overhead casablanca fan going beat beat beat in the air like a slow motion helicopter blade, in cartoon fashion, or the large potted palm tree to the left, coming into view, then passing to the right with you behind it looking at the rear of the bright red car as you just sat there, turning your head to the left. This was exactly a year ago during Expo. But even then, there was a saga. The big tent held up by inner air pressure that housed the computer show had no air conditioning and the heat sored daily. Just when the media, the press, and TV, had discovered that Virtual Reality was real and up and running in that tent, and began to arrive for interviews and shots on TV, the heat blew a main software writing computer with mega hard drive and over $35,000 in custom developed software, blown away in a single tick of hot atoms. Fortunately the show could still go on, but nothing new could be added to the demo for awhile after the first opening days of Expo. This individual and associates had a half a million in PC computers to write those programs and software, plus the giant galvanized trunk sized box housing the Unix to run it. The problem was, how to make money with Virtual Reality gizmos that can only serve to demonstrate Virtual Reality. This individual has now also hooked his business into the InterNet as a node, a source, for other businesses to hook in with Home Pages, and buy and sell capabilities, etc., and, I have just heard, has done well inroading into Education markets now accessing InterNet. Such is modern progress, from days of lore long gone before, when the brain worked so slow you could fry it. Here is the story, circ. the winter, 1986, nine years ago. This individual is already doing well in certain circles, custom designing high speed IBM compatable computers, a new breed of machines completely taking over the Apple clone market. His machines were very advanced, they could go three to ten times faster than the normal IBM's available in those days, all put together by clone parts purchased on the spot market as they became available overseas from the orient. On a particular afternoon, circ. the winter 1986, sticking the head in the door of his establishment, what was seen was him on the floor bum up in the air, with tools and meters probing and poking away, and parts of a computer scattered all over the table and the floor. The next day it was the same, only more, parts were scattered everywhere, all the way past nuts, bolts, screws, and circuit boards, to components unsoldered. On the morning of day three, it was still the same, the computer now unrecognizable as such, so much had been torn apart, dissassembled, including the parts bought intact and installed from the newly emerging clone's spot market, stripped apart. The story was that it was a special mean machine in terms of high speed whizz and bells and whistles so many they could hardly be imagined, and its clock didn't work! This, you must understand, is a fellow who would reach into an opening in a floppy disk drive with a long narrow plyer and do something that made the drive work twice as fast. This, you must understand, is a fellow who had a secret that could turn a normal hard disk into a turbo roarer, something he did when no one was looking. This, you must understand, is a fellow who built a high powered stereo audiophile amplifyer entirely from parts purchased at area high tech stores and wired together entirely from thought, not a single manual or page was turned for him to put together that new design for an Amplifyer in just two days soldering around the clock, just to see what it would sound like, and when done and it blew people away, he lost interest and turned back to computers. So, here is that brain, bum high up in the air as his knees grind against junk on the carpet, needles and probes going into the carcass of the mother board here, and there, none stop, the guy hardly able to do anything more than grit through teeth that were becoming stubs as he tried to talk, explaining that Nothing, NOTHING, can explain why the computer's clock was not working. He had not slept since the saga began, eating Kentucky Fried Chicken and Big Mac's, from friends sent out in a rush when hunger struck as the round the clock saga rolled on. Numerous high tech friends had come in to offer advice. None of it worked. The air in the room had a fierceness you could cut with scissars. The urgency had reached flashing news of an epic in progress, the cross talk reaching farther and farther out into the city. The wasted time was beyond desparate, the customer was waiting. And by the morning of day three, it was a very strange day in the room as thought was given to disassembling the mother board itself and checking every bit of circuit by hand. Curiosity had moved in with the motive, at this point. Why did the clock not work! Later that afternoon, the same room, same person, except the carpet and table are bare, the entire computer has been re-assembled and is working perfectly. What happened? was the immediate question. "If I had a brain I'd be dangerous", was the immediate reply. In the whole of that Donald Duck saga, the one thing he did not think to do, was to check the battery of the computer's clock. It seems the orientals had stuck in a bum battery for the clock, in order to have something that looked complete and ready to ship to Canada in a rush. And that was all that had made this super new fantastic high speed computer custom-built for a federal government branch, produce only jolts when first turned on for its after-assembly bench tests. An immediate check in hurried haste can lead to locked thought in worried waste. I'll spell out the actual fact of the matter, in case all of this descripto has cost you too much drain in your logic: The fact that the battery had to be brand new had been taken for granted, since the mother board was brand new from the orient. The fact that the sly natives over there had slipped in a tossed out battery from the waste basket to get the sale was never intuited, because of the degree and intensity of the pre-concieved beliefs; to wit: it was a brand new battery because it was a brand new mother board, it was supposed to have a brand new battery. But didn't. See what I mean about painful logic. This is a true story. Another true story concerns a Federal Cabinate Minister and took place back in 1989. It happened that Canada was hosting an international conference of Nato Defence Ministers 30 miles toward Montreal on the Ottawa River at a resort named Montebello, and preparations were in the final stages for the computers that would hook into, and operate, the high tech side of the conference. It turns out that Canada's Minister of External Affairs, a former brief Prime Minister by the name of Joe Clark, was a natural born computer hack (like Al Gore the current vice president of the United States, 1995), and Joe, self taught, was able to handle all of his personal computers himself, setting up their routines, doing the configs, designing the applications, and so on. This includes networking, inter branch connections, and so on. The story goes, I am told, that Joe liked to do this work himself, for him it was easy. Now it is Friday morning the day the Nato conference is to begin later that evening for a long weekend, oh m'god almighty the printer for the main PC computer in Joe's office as the Canadian Federal Minister of External Affairs, does not work! This is a vital bit of news. Whoah! Immediately in comes the office tecky who cannot figure out why the printer doesn't work. In comes the trouble shooters, by the pairs, and none of them can figure out why the printer does not work. By this time the computer has been given every kind of diagnostic check, and re-boot configuration imaginable, starting with Joe's own whizz kid advanced level techniques, and still the printer does not work and there is no known reason why. Step into the picture, another somewhat renouned individual from the greater area region of Ottawa, this fellow a most reputed tech specialist who was so good he could demand and recieve $500 dollars an hour for a service call, plus minimum time four hours, starting the moment he accepted the call for service. The reason why he did not become a millionair is that he did not get that many calls, but when he did, (get a call) it was because all else had failed and others turned to him for help. So at 5 PM, long after things had become desparate in Joe Clark's office, the call went out for guess who to drive into town to take a look. It was one of those summer afternoons when a momentary cell was sending lashing sheets of rain across the streets in huge squalls that made it almost impossible to see out the front windows of a Broncho with the wipers in overdrive, nevertheless in the midst of this the technical specialist drove into town on the Queensway at burner speed and stopping the Broncho sideways, flew open its door, raced straight into Joe Clark's office. Here is how he relates the story. He stepped in to the office, took a long slow look around the room, walked over to the computer table, yanked the table out from the wall, reached to the wall for a printer cable hanging on a peg, yammed one end of the cable into the back of the computer, the other into the back of the printer, turned the printer ON, hit the PRINT SCREEN button, and walked out. That is, he says, the fastest $2500 dollars he ever made on a service call. What had happened is that a janitor the night before, doing a thorough job, had pulled the computer table out from the wall to vacumm behind it and when pushing the table back noticed a cable laying on the floor. Not knowing what to do with it, he simply hung it on a peg on the wall behind the machine. The next day, when it was discovered that the computer did not work, everyone immediately went to the inners, to the guts, the codes, the soft ware, the configs, and finally the bare bones of a computer's existence, and no luck. New chips, new bios, even these failed to resolve the problem. The reason why is that no one took a second to look behind the source, the computer itself. Mind you, behind the computer it was complex enough, with tangles of wires and cables for modems and networks and what have you. On the other hand, the first thing the friend (of whom this story is being told) did when walking in the door, was check the environment. He just automatically stopped and scanned the place looking for any anomalies, and there it was, a cable, hanging loose on the wall in front of everyone's faces in a place where there should not be any cable at all. You see, panic had set in when first it was learned that the computer had stopped working overnight, the panic causing everyone to use their mentals instead of their intelligence. That is why he gets paid the big bucks, my friend told me in conjoint with the telling of this story. He sees what others don't. This is a true story, which points to show what can happen when the insights do not look in exactly the right direction for answers, such as: where, and what, is REALITY, in which we, us meely seeming humans, are actually a part of a truely awesome family that spans Galaxies and Universes beyond. In fact anyone walking around this Earth can experience that Reality directly, any time they want to. All that is needed is the right Will and Desire, to re-establish a higher being hookup in inner perceptions back to Reality, by-passing the outer ego for main input in consciousness. Dirty thoughts, sexual desires, vain or selfish thoughts of superiority of self, and anything that seeks to HARM, destroys links to this connection, until the wrong thoughts stop. In fact, self aware confidence is one of the better ways to go in hooking up back to Reality. Sobs, griefs, despairs, self punishment, doubts, and foolish meek role playing, close doors to the inner perceptions. The kindest, nicest, most generously helpful instincts keep opening more and more doors. Once again I re-iterate; fear, hate, envy, lust, greed, the five deadly sins, don't cut it. All lesser motives can be related to just these five sources. The opposites, where the good stuff is, are perceptions of Peace, Joy, Happiness, Power, and Plenty, which can remain constant as a result of the right sources of motive. This Reality is a heck of a nice place through the open doors. There is nothing to fear, nothing to fear whatsoever. But, also know, the Reality is also a heck of an energetic place, so once perceptually intuned to it, expect lots of action. Do not expect eternal end to all thought, all action, in fact, once intuned, your new learning curve is just starting. Occult and diabollical rituals, black magic, white too, paganism, and so on, are all self deluding, self cloaking, destroying to others, since in effect all of these practices intensify inputs from the self centered ego, costing the practicer clear insights on the true state of beingness in Reality, in which the inner being sees far more, and knows far more, than the outer being that physically walks the Earth and accepts only input from the five physical senses that produce willy nilly emotions and random psychic thoughts that have no fundamental meanings or place in the ongoings of the larger Cosmic family. Religious practices are amongst the worst as far as cloaking the body in illusions and dillusions are concerned. There is an opportunity now, greater than has been ever for this planet, for people to turn around and let go and let Christ do it, in respect, to let the inner Christ action in everyone to be the guiding source for questions of consciousness and righteous judgements. To forgive is a Divine quality. That does not mean forgive a killer and hand them another gun so they can feel good doing their lusts. However someone who has done bad in extreme circumstances, extreme stresses, can simply walk away from the bad times and become whole sound and perfect by simply changing their thoughts and this happens. So why have motives of revenge. Reality doesn't have revenge in it. In Reality, someone who screws up simply falls lower and lower until they stop screwing, and back up they rise again in fast accelarations and illuminations. All it takes is to hook into the right Will and Desire, to see how this automatic mechanism of rejuvination and upliftment, actually works, because of the Cosmic family that is already here to welcome you back home in Reality. At the top, making it all happen to begin with, is the Will, Action, and Desire of the Supreme Creators Alpha and Omega. You can not know them as personal beings since they are stupendous powers of light and energy and faceted geometric order so intense hardly anyone is capable of percieving directly, nor even a glimpse, without awesome sensations involved, so very few around these here parts (the outer breaths and extensions of Reality where we are at the moment) ever get a glimpse of the Supreme Creators directly, who are self contained and radiating out to also comprise all of existence, including you within it. Having within yourself in your thoughts and beliefs, their existence, as a Mother and Father of Creation non the less, quickens the perception toward finding in yourself the right Will and Desire to reconnect to Reality, since the right Will and Desire is only of one kind, that which originates in the Supreme Creators, who wish to be known at this time as Alpha and Omega. Mind you, the expressions of this Will and Desire in various ways is enormous so it is not a universe of robotic clones being talked about here at all. This is not a beehive existence, not at all. For instance do you know of bees that laugh and crack jokes in unique ways that makes others laugh and feel rich joy time and time again. Bees don't crack jokes and laugh, as far as I know, but that kind of freedom of expression, just as a tiny peek at an example, is the kind of thing that Reality includes. The best kind of humor, as everyone knows, is a quip devoid of sleaze or corrosive intent. Good humor is pure and expands in heartfelt ways, and laughs that start with a crack of sound with everyone in on the fanfare, is what you can expect in Reality. It happens. Not the lewd sneers of the Sheriff of Nottingham. Some genuinely funny things happen spontaneously on TV. Genuinely funny things happen spontaneously in Reality, too, often, to cite an analogy in example of what the Universe, and so-called Heaven, is really like. Heaven is not just a place where Catholics go to become Saints. There are no Catholic Saints upstairs, in Reality, in fact. Know also that stupendous changes are taking place to re-structure and restore the Earth as a whole, with its population of souls and spirits, back to accord with Cosmic Law, so when intuning your place back into the Cosmic connections be also informed that suprises, even shockingly intense sensations, and abrupt changes in thought and idea can occur, and this is natural. Picture getting lost in the forest, and all of the events that get you to where there is a chance of rescue. At times, Reality can have such brief urgencies with you right there in on it, being changed for the better, while actually participating to also make change for the better on a wide scale basis as the Christ plan for planet Earth continues to unfold and move on into the future. See what I am talking about. It is an inner movement, not an outer movement on the physical surface of the Earth, that is bound and destined as the path back to Reality. There is not an imminent other place, off world, and somewhere else in the nearby region of stars, that is the source and goal to go there to arrive. The arrival is right here on this planet, by standing up and becoming awake again. Because even here, what you do is interconnected to many other places in the Cosmic realms simultaneously, and what you do here is no different in substance than what you do if somewhere else. There is no place to go to to 'arrive'. If you can't 'arrive' here, no one else will want you anywhere else. A Cube and Sphere, pictured in the mind, can be an immediate source to help quicken the right connections. You will feel energies change within you, within your body and areas around it, and within the vast chambers of your inner thoughts, which become inner perceptions of awareness and illuminations. A six sided hexagram with points at top and bottom, a Y factor drawn in connecting the center point to positions 2, 6, and 10 o'clock, and similarly another triangle noting the other 3 positions on the hexagram rim, and a Star of David drawn lightly within according to the blueprint of the Y factor, and a circle drawn around a circumpherence through points where the lines of the Star of David criss cross, needs only to have the central sphere percieved in Red (for Intelligence), the outlines in bright blue (for Energy) and the rest of the hexagram in yellow (for Substance), for a Cube and Sphere to be perceived in consciousness as enough of a valid rendering of an image for the Supreme Creators to cause cross talk to Reality to start in high gear. The image cannot be used for malpractice, not like the pentegram, the image does nothing if malpractice thoughts of any kind are associated with it. That is because the image is pure, in one form or another, whole sound and perfect, all the way up the line to the highest reaches in Reality's domains of eternal existence. - Finis - ............. ....... .......... P.S. A fly is back on the clock. In exactly the same position as has always been the number one hot spot, swinging back and forth through the air and flying away not as I walked past, but stopped to double check its position, spotted out of the corner of my eye when walking past ears attented to the TV listening to more of the scream team of prosecutors protesting to more or less every sentence being made by the defence, another wrinkle more and more obvious in that the prosecutors had more than 8 months to stake their claims the jury present and now that the defence has had a month with the jury the prosecutors constantly harping on how can the system be so abused that the poor jurers are expected to sit any longer, when they have lives to get back to, and so on. Am I risking my future by making such remarks in this day and age. I don't know. The authoritative infrastructure seems to be becoming more and more obviously totalitarian. This is in some form much like communism, except instead of being established from the background working out front to a political structure, as seemed the case with Soviet Union communism, in North America the same totalitarian infrastructure is working out front, the only difference being that North America has elections, but, those elected for the most part take power by what ever means is necessary to convince voters, whereas in communism power was taken by whatever means was necessary to convince followers. The miracle of Fatima disclosed that Communism was going to take place. What is self evident about Communism is that it was so radically different than Democracy, that short comings and deeply rooted corruptions in the Democracy system are now easily seen as self evident, a self evidency that would not have been easy to reveal, would have been very easy to keep concealed, had it not been for Communism to throw a spotlight on the ills of modern society at all levels, in contrasts. If you concider the points of totalitarian one after another, you will see that its actions are the same, regardless of what kind of political or religious philosophy fronts the totalitarian regime. And none of the actions, of course, have anything to do with Cosmic Law, and in fact anyone who has chosen to stand and talk the Reality of Cosmic Law publically in any way, has found themselves a target of extreme and rutheless forms of slander and persecution by certain soul regressed kinds of individuals who still believe personal power, lack of consciousness, and heartless inhumane acts, are superior, including male bum rutting and lolly popping on stiff male genitalia as the grue of superior male existence. Hmmm. The worse the behavior the more the instensity to stomp on others to try and prove the worst is in fact the best behavior, but not so, only that it has no grounds in consciousness illumination or higher awareness, to modify, correct, or cure the motives, and so seems free to choose any means at all, to keep itself perpetrated. All it will take to end this idiocy is for people to wake up. Being nice, not as a chosen or demonstrated philosophy, but as a fundamental source of being, is what Cosmic Law entails. It has nothing to do with being meek, a very misunderstood word and now very misused in foolish ways. Being without guile, is more close to the truth of the matter, regards your place in Reality in Cosmic Law and as it is supposed to apply here on Earth, and as it applies elsewhere throughout Creation. Perhaps you can understand a little more of just what constitutes persecution, when those who are nice seem to finish last, 'nice guys finish last' is the prevailing claim, by those who finish first, the most ruthless of all. Just another remark, just something else to ponder, hint hint. Why are the nice people being stomped. Up the main street to St. Joseph Blvd, and just around the corner there up a sidestreet, is an elderly french couple who have used 3 1/2 acres for years to produce organically grown fresh vegetables for sale from their large garage from spring till fall. They are close to retirement and have many friends. Last year they had to install a wire fence around the whole of their property to try to keep out pillagers and thieves in the night. This year just a couple of weeks ago the elderly gent was working amongst some of the rows of vegetables when a gunshot rang out the bullet hitting him in the foot resulting in an emergency race to the hospital. The police seemingly have little interest in the incident, the women feels the police are hesitant to get shot at themselves. So here now are these two elderly people who are nice who have been shot on their small organic farm and have no way to turn since the police don't see there is a matter worth investigating, at the present time. The back of the property borders woods and rough unfinished parkland owned by the city of Orleans. Shots have been heard several times in those woods, the two elderly people tell me. But not a word, not a peep, has reached public notice. Interesting. I don't live too far away from this area. I can't begin to speculate as to what might be happening in those woods or why people get shot at if they happen to look in the wrong direction close by those woods. What does enter the mind as a number of unanswerable questions is why the cops don't care. Where I used to live on the west side of town, bunshots, er, gunshots, were common in the wee hours of nights, sometimes volleys with different guns going off, sometimes several times a week, over several years, and not a single report ever made the press or the media as to who was firing. Cocain always came up as a clue in my private thoughts, when the shots were going off in the middle of the night. Drug dealers fighting over territory is a way of life in most cities in the world, at the present time. But how close is it going to get before it ends. A vegetable grower tilling his rows for produce is shot in the foot in the middle of a middle class residential area and nobody cares, it seems, except for the few who really do appreciate nice people. And what can we do but feel sad about the incident. It is almost as if, if you went to the cops and asked why are they not doing anything about the shot foot, the cops will turn on you and say you did it. And that will end the investigation, officially. Don't laugh. Such things are actually happening in a very wide spread way at the present time. 'You did it' is the sum total of investigation, and the 'you' are the nice guys, who thus are proven to finish last. Ironic. But not irreversable. The nice guys are of course male and female. A woman is currently in prison in the Ottawa area because she could not immediately pay a few dollars on her gas bill to Consummer Gas Corp. No one believes that anyone will go to prison over an outstanding utility bill, but there, behind bars, being interviewed by a TV station, is yet another who did go to prison, from where she made remarks that had no rankor, no revenge, she was matter of fact and had humor about her appalling situation. I almost went to prison indefinately once, over a $250 dollar dentist bill that was in dispute. A dentist ruined a front tooth in very puzzling acts of dental behavior over seven appointments, and suddenly the front page was blazed with news that he, a long time cocain addict, had been caught dealing and so went to the pen for 2 years. I knew nothing whatever about his habit. A full year later I got a bill from a company who had purchased the dentist's accounts as a single wad of paper. I paid a few bucks on it but made it clear that I wanted to talk with the dentist as to how come I was being charged for a destroyed tooth. When out of the pen, I called him and yes of course, the bill was a total oversight, it should never have happened, it will be taken care of and I can forget it, and so on, repeated over four phone calls coming upon four increasingly nasty notices from the bill collector who had bought the wad. And then the fatefull day! A notice in my mailbox mailed with a stamp, stating that if I did not appear in court a warrant would be issued for my immediate arrest, the problem being that the day in court had already transpired two days before I got the notice to appear in court in the mail. An immediate call to the courthouse resulted in my schedule for appearance the next day. Here is what happened. My name was called, I stood up, the judge looked at some papers, made some remarks that deadbeats like this (me) are not wanted in society and began to write the papers to have me confined to the Detention Center indefinately until some decisions could be reached as to what to permanently do with me, the judge apparently in a very bad mood anyway by being called in at the last moment to sit in on a few trivial cases when the regular judge called in sick, the important judge noticing that my appearance had a cross country warrant attached to it so immediately took judicial action. Now, I was standing on my feet, somewhat dazed at the speed at which this was happening because all I had done so far is mention that the recieving of the notice to appear in court had arrived in my mail box two days after the court date and this, according to the judge, was only a screetching weazle willing to waste his time trying to evade detection, then trying to evade punishment when caught. Just as it seemed that handcuffs and shuffle out the side door of the courtroom was imminent, someone I had never seen before stood up and spoke directly to the judge, interrupting the judge's paper work. The man said he was aware of the matter and familiar with the circumstances of my appearance in court and could see no reason why severe measures would be needed and that he and I could work the matter out between ourselves, to everyone's satisfaction. The judge got very angry, slashed pen tracks through sheets of paper, shoved them aside, and announced, ok, if that's the way you want it, and called a recess. Meanwhile I was free to go. The other gentleman and myself met immediately outside the courtroom. It turned out he owned the company that had been trying to collect the bill. It was settled, $20 dollars a month until the bill was settled. And it was done, $20 a month until none was left. He had not heard a single word from the dentist, I have to mention. So here was an instance in which I was trapped, all by myself, branded unfit for society by a judge, over a warrant for arrest coming into existence for no other reason than delays in the mailing system, and all of it brought to an end by the intervention of a single man who decided on the spur of the moment to act in a kind way. So, yes, you can go to prison for an unpayed bill, and once on the wrong side of the law, unless you have MONEY, you are written off. Period. It is no fun to be poor when the richest, and the addicted, and the gluttons for personal power such as the judge, are free to misuse conscience in any way it takes, to satisfy their emotions. True story. Circ. 1988. I may as well fill in some more detail. I made remarks in the court that the dentist in question had been caught dealing cocain and had gone to prison, and it was upon the word 'cocain' that the judge suddenly went malevolent, cut me right off, arms whirling in the air, loud barking remarks half jointed, incomplete, finishing with something like; well, I'll settle this, THIS is what we will do, and started filling out the paper work to have me immediately sent to prison indefinately. I have wondered to this day if he (the judge) was bombed on the stuff the day he suddenly had to sit in for a sick friend on the bench. He was not a nice man to watch. No prejudice intended. He was mean. And big, a 6 footer with broad shoulders, and wide head, a balloon of pitch black afro style hair crowning the white skin of his head, and I would guess in his late 30's. Everything about him, every move, gesture, motion, was slow and deliberate, reeking with power, self proclaimed. Until he acted beserk. Not even a movie actor has portrayed in anything I have ever seen the sudden maniacal loud harking unfathomable barks that suddenly issued from him, and completely changed his state of being, at the mention of the word 'Cocain'. I know my people. I deliberately used the word in that court room to see what would happen. And, bingo! Got him! Flushed him right out into the open. It was the fact of suddenly finding myself being committed to prison, after the flush, that caught me by surprise. Since that time I have been not so careless when someone has to be flushed. And, as I said, when the crunch was closing in, another person I had never met before stood up in the court room and did the right thing to bring the crunch to a stop. Thank you. As for the cocain itself, the solution is to simply stop doing it. Then there can be no cartels, no territorial disputes creeping right up your street in broad daylight. The same of course is true for any death dealing poisons, such as heroin, opium, and others. Why fool around with this stuff, when Reality has so much more to offer. - Finis -