May 2021

YOUR IMPERISHABLE NATURE
     There exists in this world — not a part of this world, but in this world — and also asleep within some human beings, a power, force, an energy that can’t spoil, that can’t be hurt in any way. I’m talking about Truth, of course.
     There exists a power that no matter how badly human beings ignore it, or mistreat it, or walk away after encountering it, that force remains as something that is permanent. Now, not only is Truth permanent, but it is permanent for the few men and women who want that permanency as opposed to the vanity of their own life.
     I know something about you. You don’t live with something permanent. Just now you are a non-permanent entity. It is absolutely necessary for you to know that you don’t live with something permanent. And necessary to know you absolutely do not have what you could have, which is a pure, endurable, spiritual state that the world, the flesh, and the devil can never touch or harm. You can have that.

GROW WISER AS YOU GROW OLDER
     A very weak and bewildered and insecure woman met a sicko man. Knowing he could bluff her — men exploit you because they do sense your weakness, i.e. your lack of understanding — he used her in all the ways he could. He bluffed her by pseudo-strength. He could tell her almost anything about himself and she’d believe it.
     He tyrannized her and subtly threatened her. He said, “I’ll fix the car if it breaks down. I’ll help you get work.” He, being a sicko, felt security in having her around.
     She got a little suspicious that he was an insane bum. Eventually she got spiritually smart, so one day she had the courage to have a little talk with him. She said, “Al, you know all about God and politics, but one thing bothers me — I have to bring this up regardless of what happens to me — I’m scared to ask you this but can you help me after I die? One day I’m going to die and if you can’t tell me about the facts of facing death, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. Death terrifies me. I want to know the answers. If you lie to me, fake it, I’ll know you’re lying and I’ll pack my things and go, because I want to be with God when I die. I think you’re really a devil.”
     Of course Al despised her and hated her for asking that question. He’s a faker, ladies, a phony, getting what he can get from you. Why are you selling your soul to a man who doesn’t want to know about this? LADIES, PLEASE PREFER GOD OVER MAN!
     Gentlemen, you big phonies, fakers; how vicious can you be, pretending you’re strong? You’re a sneaky little coward. Aren’t you going to have the decency to study life, to study death, and be here where you can find out how to meet death properly? The only thing that makes sense is what can tell you how to grow wiser as you grow older.
     Let this scene change every man and woman in this room.