Hell. We mean real Hell. This is not easy. Go away let this not be read.

Eric was only about 5 years old when he saw his first Hell. A small child indeed that cried and cried regardless of his father's consoling. You see Eric's dad was the health director for a region that covered the Hopi Indian reservation. (this writer makes no apologies for the word Indian,,, for these people, his people were well known by a concept of dinai' or some such word- which means humans, Hopi a little different from Navajo)

The boy was sitting next to Eric. In the backseat of the "directors" Citroen automobile. He was coughing plenty. You see he was the 5 year old Eric's age but had tuberculosis. And the director had to take him from his family for treatment and quarantine in the big 12 thousand person city. I swear to God that boy did nothing wrong to be taken from his parents at such a young age. But so many young Indians were without adequate explanation.

Finally the dad/director said to young Eric that he could hug and hold the other boy. And when he did Hell reached up into Eric and let him know it was real. Hell is real and it is right here and right now. That boy never saw his biological parents again, who died of the disease quickly. The dad/director had to make a choice of whom to save. Damn it to hell. But that was right there and right now.

Hell is here and it is real.

Eric that poor boy who never got over that Hopi boy, found himself in a city dump. But this time he had water and bandages and helpers. It was a dump about 70 miles square. Diphtheria and diarrhea were the hosts of death. A very strange place, at the time the city was the largest in the world or within the top five. Eric gave up about a weeks pay. Made a deal with the devil of corporate enterprise that he could live in the dump for a week. The dump has at least 5 distinct cities within in it. It has about 100 thousand souls and about 75% are children.

Kind of strange where there is more monoxide and fumes than fresh air. There are springs and so water that filters through copper and every nasty thing you can imagine fills that spring.

Really in this place there is steam just blowing out of the ground. We, humanity, lose about 100 children a day out there.

Eric helped one child by holding him still as they cut off his leg, gangrene. He died next week. We move on.

It is within you. Your activity determines your hell. It is really normal to think of hell as a place you are sent. But really that is silliness. You create your own hell. I have held the hand of children in a hell they did not chose. But you can choose.

Hell is a truth. It is a side by side walk. Create hell now and live in it, possibly for eternity.

That guy Eric does not live in Hell though he knows it well and is even friends with it. Do not try that on your own and do not drink coffee that is too hot. Simple.

Just figure forty years of study and communion after being born again and religious from birth. I really do not do much walking in the valley. Things intrigue me but do not really rock this rig much.

I highly recommend that you think of these matters and do not try them out.

written by Simon, Paul

It's not time to make a change
Just relax, and take it easy
You're still young, that's your fault
There's so much you have to know

Find a girl, settle down
If you want you can marry
Look at me, I am old
But I'm happy

I was once like you are now
And I know that it's not easy
To be calm when you've found
Something going on

But take your time, think a lot
Why, think of everything you've got
For you will still be here tomorrow
But your dreams may not

How can I try to explain
When I do, he turns away again
It's always been the same
The same old story

From the moment I could talk
I was ordered to listen
There's a way and I know that I have to go away
I know I have to go

It's not time to make a change
Just sit down, and take it slowly
You're still young, that's your fault
There's so much you have to go through

Find a girl, settle down
If you want you can marry
Look at me, I am old
But I'm happy

All the times that I cried
Keeping all the things I knew inside
It's hard, but it's harder
To ignore it

If they were right, I'd agree
But it's them you know not me
There's a way and I know that I have to go away
I know I have to go

You think there is no hell. I laugh and scoff at you for being a fool and ignoramus. If you really are walking around my earth and not paying attention enough to see the hell of the bodies floating down the Ganges river or my dying friends in 'Ethiopia or even Afghanistan or Iraq you are destined for that later.

People that think it is a rosy wonderful world are full of it. This world stinks of atrocity and hate.

One million plus people killed this last year based on hate. That is hell.

One day he woke up with a burning hateful pain in his back. He went to work. The pain got worse. The next day the pain got a bit worse. But he got more used to it. Twenty years later the pain is the same but the man has great grandchildren and love and plays with them all. He got used to the pain.

If hell is burning brimstone and lakes of fire. Very interesting. I went through 7 months of Chemo-therapy for cancer. It sucked but I got used to it.

Life can be hell and I think you should go with that and I think you should come out stronger and meet the next day with a fever hell bent on making changes. I think you should die each and every day to be reborn in what is a great place. I love it here and I hope you do to. I have seen this hell and it haunts me day and night. But it does not haunt me where I cannot see wrong and right.

Love first yourself. Again I say Love first yourself. Then love your higher power of God. And then love the enemy that we all have.

Bless you and know I love with the best I can, Amen.