i search down the long road of freedom

to the placemats where the boundaries of slavery hang

for the entrance to the never never land of freedom

in the vanishing united states of ameri-can

where commissioners of freedom enslave

the people of color with their encouragement

to copy them in ev'ry vestige of their errors

of his'try tied to the apron strings of their lust

i weep i cry i shout out No in the place of our entombment

in the ;and they choose to label home

not here never here never in this space of entangled virtue

of evils generously embraced and encased

cause this place this space can never be home for the spirit of me

running free breathing like a live-man a virgin covered with dust

*Self-determination is the highest form of integrity.

  -Lethe Bashar

*Better to be cast out of the church than to deny Christ.

  -Anne Hutchinson

*...when do men fall on their brothers with mighty weapons and bloody acts?  They do such if they do not know that their brother is themselves.

  -Carl Jung

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

  -In order to live profoundly, in time outside of time, to be of every age, it would be necessary to leave so many things behind! 

  -I write to keep up my courage and to respond to readers who've gotten in touch with me over the years because they thought they recognized a voice that also lived in them, and to others who have urged me to join the media circus and show where I stood in the "crisis."  I want to repeat that there is no crisis.  A few will be enlightened - those who already understand.  Those for whom there is no distinction between faith and love, not only because they know that this distinction has no foundation in the New Testament but because they spontaneously consider the New Testament as a poem, a way of existing in the present.  For whom faith is not a catalogue but the unseen sap that gives life to the tree. For whom the agony of the present situation is never anything but our fear of truth.  Those who know that when God is confused with ideas he only represents nostalgia, and that we must cure ourselves of the desire of being everything and lording it over others.  Some appease this desire with money, ambition, and vanity; others, sometimes simultaneously, with God and religion.  This god has to be put to death, for the  love of God.  In creating men and women, God has consented to his own unending death in human consciousness.  There 's no end to death, from one person to the next, from one generation to the next.  Humanity is like the animal that does not halt on the road to God.  Death is the imagination of God, erasing only in order to recreate.  In this way the quest for the infinite goes on forever.