Strange Things
When you carry the light of truth…
The darkness will come to put it out.
The darkness is drawn to the light.
But doesn’t like it.
Doesn’t accept it.
When you carry the light of truth…
You are a target.
You are the focus of forces that will attack you.
Humanity fears truth.
When you carry the light of truth…
You are a reminder of responsibility.
Responsibility to the lost, the broken, the sick, the ignorant, to those in want.
You are responsible for what you do.
What you represent.
How you are remembered.
When you carry the light of truth…
The forces of hate will growl at you.
They’ll take a bite and see if you will run.
But like an eight-year-old running through a crowd, hate losses focus.
Hate hates everything, which is why it spins and bites even at its own tale.
And yes, I mean ‘tale’, hate will destroy its own story if it conflicts or interferes with getting what it wants.
Every day, no matter the weather, the temperature, what has happened in my life, or the world, I take a walk.
My adult son joins me, and we traverse this corner of Burbank and Toluca Lake in a mile and a half circle.
I’ve come up with a theory, which is as good as any, as to why strange things happen to me on these journeys.
You may or may not know that I died back in 1977.
I’m not supposed to be here; I’m supposed to be dead.
Ever since then, the world has prevented me from fulfilling my dreams.
From telling you what’s on my heart.
It’s thrown every conceivable roadblock at me.
It’s stopped me from working for Disney by eliminating 2D animation.
It stopped me from being a marine artist by destroying the fine art print world.
It stopped me from being a film and TV concept artist due to one industry strike after another.
It stopped me from being a TV executive producer due to intellectual property theft.
I could go on and on.
The dark forces of the world, power, greed, and indifference, have stopped me at every endeavor.
Yet I still hold my light up.
On my walks, strange things happen to me.
Strangers stop me and start talking to me.
They tell me their life stories.
The homeless stop me and compliment me, not knowing me, saying I’m doing good work.
Dogs run up to me like I’m their lost friend.
Cars constantly try to run me down, even on the sidewalks.
Branches fall out of trees, and I have to jump out of the way.
Solicitors, no matter what they are hawking, approach me and beat me with false platitudes.
Can’t say this enough, cars keep coming at me even if I’m standing on the sidewalk.
Maybe it’s just an LA thing.
There are just too many things thrown at me to list.
However, I’ve come to believe that the few words of truth I have, drop hate be hope, attracts the stranger things of this world.
It’s like dark energy; everything in the universe has a trail, a length of chain it drags behind itself, composed of dark matter.
From galaxies to human beings, everyone drags a chain of dark energy
When you carry the light of truth, I imagine you snag the dark energy of the world and pull it along behind yourself.
These things and worse can happen to you, too.
When you carry the light of truth.
Join me.
Peace
Daniel J. Frey aka Toby