From Theory To Reality

From Theory To Reality

The big bang theory is more than a theory; it is a reality. I live near a very busy highway and every time I look out the window after hearing a big bang, I find there has been an accident. The string theory is not just a theory. I have a very large ball of string and have discovered many people have large balls of string as well as stands of string in their dryers, on their carpets, and sometimes stuck to the heels of their shoes. The theory that stamps travel on envelopes does not include the clear evidence that stamps can travel on their own. Stamps can travel independently and will often move from a desk to a drawer in the bedroom or to the bottom of a purse without ever being touched by human hands. There is a theory that some people are left-brained while others are right-brained. A study of politicians has revealed that the more a person leans to the left or right, the less able they are to use their brain at all. This suggests that if we are to continue to live, we must use our whole brain. Research also suggests that hair-brained ideas are the result of hair that has taken root in the brain. For many years there has been a theory held by many, that the end justifies the means. First I want to say that being mean justifies nothing, and secondly, there is no end. Reincarnation is only a theory held by those not having died yet. There are many more theories that I will examine at a future a time……..The future however is something there is no evidence for, but that is another subject. ~Bob Luckin.

Bicycling in the Wind

As I began my morning bike ride, I quickly noticed a fifteen to twenty mile per hour wind blowing from the east. Since the first leg of my ride is toward the west, I enjoyed the wind at my back and bike-ride memories of my youth — a time when I could ride hard, long and fast — a time when I could ride hard while whistling Moon River. Those were the days when my tires and my life seemed to spin with very little effort in whatever direction I chose.
Today, my ride back was met with a strong head wind and thoughts of what it must be like to be a great deal older than I am now — how difficult it must be to just keep riding. I thought about the courage it takes to not come up with reasons to stop riding. I felt sad for the times when I have been impatient with an older person facing the wind, slowly and cautiously struggling to ride at all. I looked around and saw a bird, a lizard, and some clouds that I would have missed in my youth. I realized that getting older is not so much about slowing down as it is about seeing life from a broader perspective. Suddenly, I found my mind spinning. I could hear the old folksong, Coming Home, beautifully woven into the New World Symphony. I was coming home; the adventure continues.

Bob Luckin. ©
14 December 2013

I Love to Garden

I Love to Garden

I love gardening. I have acquired hundreds of new garden thoughts; some from a spiritual center, a few from a PBS late night news program, a few more from my favorite movies, and a bunch from books and Facebook friends. So far they are all getting along well together. Many old ideas have died and become fertilizer. No thought is ever entirely lost, not even when it’s plowed under at the end its useful season. Old ideas keep springing up. They grow, blossom and cover acres of my mind. New thoughts are often changed because of how they have been nourished. They change because they have to in order to survive. They change from good to bad, and sometimes change back to good again. It seems that everything in mind is fertile and forever changing. Being a good gardener is important. I watch each season’s crops grow. I feed the seed thoughts I want to see grow. I have learned not to attempt to kill weed thoughts. I have discovered that the ones that thrive are the ones receiving the most love and attention. I know that I must tend my garden daily. My neighbor’s gardens are close to mine, and don’t belong to me. I remember when I was younger and thinking that the reason my garden was small was because all the land for gardening had already been taken. I remember thinking my job was to work on other people’s gardens to improve my own. One day I realized my garden had thousands of undiscovered acres. Since that time I have mostly given up trying to tend other people’s gardens.

Bob Luckin ©
18 Nov. 2013

The End of Hate

The End of Hate

Scientists had been working for years on one research project after another trying to understand the origin of hate. They had long known that the precursor to hate was fear. In the process of studying the molecular structure of hate, one scientist found that hate operated much like a virus. Since it operated like a virus, perhaps it would respond like a virus does to the appropriate vaccine. He and his team began working on one. Millions of dollars and years later they had a break through. In order to test this anti-hate serum they began to vaccinate prison inmates who had volunteered for the project.
What happened was something no one could have predicted. The inmates, who had been injected with what was thought to be an anti-hate serum, quickly became exactly like the person or persons they hated. This transformation lasted for twenty-four hours. After twenty-four hours passed, each inmate returned to his or her usual self. An unexpected miracle astounded the scientists. None of the inmates experiencing this transformation held even the smallest trace of hate toward anyone.
The scientists immediately took this discovery to the military and excitedly told top-ranking generals that there was a way to infect people with love and that hate could be cured. At first the generals seemed excited. As time went on their excitement waned. One general said, “You have made a great discovery, but we need to keep it a secret until we figure out what to do with our military complex. Fear and hate have been the backbone of our entire military complex. We can’t just suddenly have people walking around trusting and understanding each other. First of all I don’t even think it’s natural. Let’s go slow on this.”
When the politicians were told about this new serum they said, “That’s just fine and dandy, but each of our states has government defense contracts. Maybe you could cure hate, but doing this might well be the cause of another great depression.
Finally the scientist went to the religious leaders. They were overjoyed for a few days. But then, one by one, with a few exceptions, they began to cry out, “This is unnatural, if people don’t learn how to overcome hate with the proper use of faith it means nothing. We all know that hate is an awful thing, but hate isn’t the real problem. The problem is rooted in the ways of non-believers and those whose faith has misguided them.”
Unfortunately for the generals, politicians, and religious leaders, the inmates who had been given the serum began to infect other inmates. Soon the visitors, guards, and families of the visitors and guards became infected with what could only be explained as a bad case of love and kindness. The generals called up the National Guard to set up blockades to separate communities that had become love infected. Politicians declared that they had always been in favor of love and were delighted that hate was disappearing. Some religious leaders claimed that the love epidemic was the work of the devil. A few claimed the serum was a gift from God and that for love to continue, more prayer would be required. There were religious leaders who were overjoyed and quickly became infected.
It’s hard to know how this story ends. If I had not dreamed this, there would not even have been a beginning.

Bob Luckin ©
14 November 2013

Wet and Loving It

Wet and Loving It

Walk in the rain. Stand in it until you are drenched. Enjoy knowing that no matter how much more it rains on you, you are as wet as you will ever be. Once the sun comes out, welcome it as you would a friend. Enjoy its warmth and all the light it brings. When night comes, the warmth will linger. Lie on the ground and watch as the sky opens a cosmic dance floor. Say hello to the moon; greet the stars. Invite your mind to dance. Allow your heart to whisper love songs. When at last you close your eyes to sleep, say, “Thank you.”

Bob Luckin. ©
November 8th 20113

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