



"You see Colonel John, it never was just Jesus or Buddha, everybody gets the same message every so often."





(long pause for a sip of water - the man drinks water ALL the time)





"Jesus Christ wasn't the point, it was his people, his little community of brothers and sisters walking life in a certain way. Jesus, Muhammad, hell - Gandhi, me of course - we're just folks born with a knowing heart."





"Only difference twixt you and me John is I remember tomorrow - that's what a Prophet does."





"You're doing good though - for a white man yer a good indian cuz a dog couldn't hear the way I crept up and you STILL met me at the door".





Anyway - that's just a slice of my story here. My family is thick with weirdos and teachers, half-brothers in jail and Catholic Saints. I'm used to the occasional visit from the Twilight Zone - heck, you should have met my Mom.... she could heal anything.





The day mom, Bernice Hubertz (Fort Wayne) died (June 11th) two clocks fell off the wall and one started working - the one her grandpa humped up the Canal road in 1860.





My Aunt on her side (great great Aunt I think) is the 1st American Saint - the nun from Indiana.













All people have that heart - which is why we are suddenly becoming so aware of our problems and those precious moments of sanity in this busy place.





"Answers are all around you; but do not look to your own life for the questions. Find your perfect stranger - or any child.





And stand in awe at the glory of life."





(all those quoted bits are straight from my friend Redeagle Jones - the Swamp Prophet and my personal vote for Messiah if there is such a thing).

My best friend is a prophet (that was hard to soak up - believe me, as I have trouble believing in sunshine without a scope and a meter - I'm a retired engineer); and he left yesterday after saying this;