ABOUT THE AUTHOR, The Poem

By a midwife in a Mount Olive Community in 1945 was born
Elijah Alfred Alexander, Jr., as he has always been known,
to Elijah, Senior, daddy, and Annie Brooks (Gaulden) mother,
with two sisters older and sandwiched by an older and younger brother.

December '63 he finished his high schooling, a year and a half late,
while working also, and by the next year's end had a military date.
He was married the next spring to one Camala Louise Taylor, by name,
who mothered Karn Marshell, a girl, and a boy the third of the same.

Vietnam was in full swing and took him twice to the east
where he, by one, helped the population to increase.
As an aircraft mechanic he finally got orders for Japan
only to have a medical discharge return him stateside again
where he, by another boy's wife, increased the population,
totaling six (two in sixty five before the marriage relation).

In '72 he divorced, and in '74 married again,
Dellie Mae Bolton, and before three months was a preacher man.
In August of '76 he gave up being a telephone maintenance man,
to obey the messianic call to "judge not, go into all the land,
observe all things though you'll have no place for your head."
Traveling by foot his comforts got heavy so the extras he shed.

Living like animals and not judging he used the art of reason,
saw all things relative and put all things of man into a season
and became mentally, physically, spiritually, and financially free.
He believes its how all christs, titled Christians, are called to be.

          MY SENDING

Who will plant seeds of understanding
in the fertile minds of man
since the harvest time is so near
and some fallow minds yet stand?

Who has observed with an understanding eye
what the messiah within has revealed
since only by understanding the things which are
is the mystery of salvation unsealed?

I cried out to the master's finial call
"Here am I, lord, send me,"
IT purified me to the truth of THE WORD
and by that sending I am free!

STRANGE THING IN THE CITY

There is this something strange in town
which the masses can not understand,
it looks somewhat like an animal, in actions too,
yet it looks, acts, and even talks like man.

It walks upright like most any man
but keeps its body almost bare,
it's befriended by a great number of people
and in its present both sexes are there.

It has often a dirty and smelly body
with unkept hair on face and head,
it eats from most anywhere, growing, food lines,
or taking from where it is seen, but never beg.

It has little value and use for money,
caring for its body is its only concern
though at a look it seems not so,
which causes most heads to turn.

What can this strange thing be that's seen about the city?
What is its purpose? Is there something it need?
What to offer it since it doesn't seem to want?
It laughs loud and hard seeming joyous indeed.

Man of all ages like it, most cameras can take a shot
It most never rejects anyone nor requires their change,
wherever you see it, it's there it calls home,
and no matter weather conditions, it's still the same.

It once had thoughts like other man, was a sexist,
a lover of family, ethnic group, country and all,
was a middle-class citizen, even a preacher,
but found that those lives were not his call.

What is this strange thing out of place in the city
that at a glance it's thought to be insane?
It's that which gave foundation to the word woman,
the type of man the woven from man came.

HERE I AM ON THE ROAD AGAIN

Here I am on the road again
while society say I'm less than a man
because I have no responsibility
in the only life I know as free.

Food for the gut is my only care
not a bath, cloth, or my hair,
other than that, I have no worry
walking's my way, I'm in no hurry.

Then I'll tell you of the things I know
of where I've been and want to go,
of the principles I use to guide my life
and even why I forsook my wife.

I follow a man who many call god,
many say they follow but dare not trod.
The open road is the way of that man
is why his words man don't understand.

Many of his words I hold quite dear
but some I reject without a fear.
A religion was made of his title
Yet they preach him, not his recital.

I'll tell of corruption on the judgment seats,
of the police brutality found on the streets,
of a government that doesn't rule as it should
and the preaching of god for the world's good.

I'll tell how man are armed with nuclear power
they can delivered within any hour.
That's why I'll stay on the open road
with my cross the light load.

THE AQUARIAN MAN

As each day passed and winter came on,
as gray clouds grew and little sun shone,
with few times snow and other times rain,
in summer's heat and winter's cold I dressed the same.

In shirt*, short-sleeved sometimes and other times long,
from slatted shorts extended reddish brown legs strong;
with bare feet the dry and cold had caused to crack
some knowledgeless man came to think my mind slack.

Some said he's loco, others asked are you cold,
some offered coverings, and their peace others would hold;
some pretended not to see as others looked me in the eye,
but harassment came from Hispanics and the ethnic same as I.

Few who see me can understand that which I do,
most man wonder, desire to ask, but are afraid to.
Since you want to know, I'll explain the reason why,
it's what Christians call being tried by the fire.

In just a few years a new age will dawn
when the new beginning will have begun,
the time when the dragon will eat its tail,
and death proves that after it there's no hell.

Before that time, what man is to do must be shown,
what is expected of our lives must be made known,
readying others for that, those who will and can,
is what I am about. "I am the Aquarian Man!"

JOYOUS ON GOING

ELIJAH THE PROPHET

It is written that Elijah¹, a prophet, shall come on the scene
prior to the great tribulation with the end it brings.
Hearts of fathers to children and children's to fathers he's to turn
which is the work of a counselor, that should be easy to discern.
There is a name that means counselor, don't you know,
a name he will wear to identify with scripture, I think so.

He's to fight diligently for a curse, man's end, to prevent
like a defender would to stop any unwanted event,
that makes a defender to be a name he will also wear
to identify with what is written in the scriptures there.

There were two signs² to come in the ending the cycle's matter
and a name for the second one will surely mean the latter.

There's a scripture saying in my mother's womb god spoke my name³
meaning some form of a certificate will show from birth it came,
making a changed name person to have no right to such a claim.
Out of the Judah⁴ prophesied for the end will he come to fame.
As a Faithful and True⁵ warrior he'll be the only party to his name
with all their definitions to give as he's accepted and gains fame.

—Elijah Alfred "NatureBoy" Alexander Jr.

THE BOOK OF ELIJAH: A LETTER TO THE WORLD

This is called THE BOOK OF ELIJAH because it's how I have read the events of my life to come into the understanding in SEEDS OF LIFE. It is called A LETTER TO THE WORLD because each man, in order to survive the end of civilization, must do the same for their lives. I, Elijah Alfred Alexander, Jr., wrote this to show how the events of my life set the foundation for the understanding presented in SEEDS OF LIFE. That analysis did not began until I began to walk without hitching, in 1978, in this wayfaring life of the nomad.

To be born one must be conceived, gestate and then come out and have the umbilical cord cut. To be "BORN AGAIN" one must first be spiritually conceived, they must spiritually gestate and then exit the womb and cut the umbilical cord. The umbilical cord is ties to the church, in my case, and civilization. The following is my "New Birth". Please note that I am using Yehuveh for god and Yeshua for Jesus in this narrative.

          To work for "Ma Bell" one goes to school for about a month before the field. After about a month in the field, the ending of September or beginning October, I was at lunch listening to my radio and thinking about dropping Dellie when "Bobby Bland's" Going Down Slow started me thinking about how I had treated Louise. On what KKDA called "Back to Back Soul" "Gladys Knight and the Pips'" Midnight Train to Georgia followed it. I thought it said "he's going back to find someone he left behind" rather than "he's going back to find a definite place in time". I began looking over the girls of my life for one. Two of the three I wanted were dead and I thought Louise was married again, so I said, "None of them fit the bill". My inner voice said, "Go back to the church". I accepted. The records were the two snakes I swung on like Tarzan causing my "New Conception". (I called it my "New Birth Experience" but reasons it wasn't a separation from the church and world enough to be a birth.) That experience was the true riches I was to come into before twenty-nine, the beginning of my understand life.
          I drank and partied a lot in those days.¹⁷ Any excuse for partying I welcomed, but after the new conception I stopped drinking completely. It was so complete that in October Dellie was surprised when we went to a party and I refused the spiked punch for the children's. I didn't want to dance, nor did I want my favorite liquor or beer she had brought, I wasn't the same person so she demanded I take her home. As soon as I entered my apartment the phone was ringing. My answering it was met with, "Elijah, what's wrong with you?" I had expected some such question and answered her with, "Are you willing to be second in my life?" That was of little consequence to her who replied, "if you have another girl I guess I'll have to be." I said, "No! Are you willing to be second to Yehuveh". She ranted and raved that I was not supposed to ask a girl that kind of question. But I said to her that if she wanted to be my wife, thought she may want to be my wife, or plan to be my wife she would have to answer that question.
          Shortly thereafter we decided to get married on February 2, the day between my birthday and Louise's. (The importance of that information is, as a teenager I decided I would marry a virgin born on or near my birthday and we would be married on our birthday or the exact day splitting our birthdays. Louise was born February 1, 1945 which made it necessary for me to marry twice in fulfilling it.) Before the first of the year she call off the marriage, though we continued as friends. Then, two weeks from our date she called it back on and we had to get the papers, tests, and the preacher to perform the ceremony. At our reception, after our private wedding, I only touched the toast to my lips.
          AB had deteriorating bones in her hips' balls. They were so deteriorated she used a wheelchair. On my way to choir practice, now that I was back in the church, I visited her and heard her complaining of the pain. That same week the church was having a special prayer service preceding each of the weekly meetings for the following week's revival. During our prayer I prayed within, "Father heal or kill her" concerning AB, while saying something different openly. Two weeks later I visited her again and she had been walking for the two weeks with less pain.
          During that March Revival I rededicated my life to Yehuveh, and I preached my first sermon the first Sunday night of May 1974. The title was "My Paycheck". I used the analogy; I work for the telephone company and if the telephone company send me to the gas company I don't expect the gas company to pay me them I go back to the phone company to be paid again. But I go fix the gas company's phone then return to the telephone company for the phone company to pay me. So if I work for Yehuveh I don't expect to get paid by the people to whom I give the message and by Yehuveh also, I expect only to be paid by Yehuveh. My text was John 6:27. That set the groundwork for me not to preach for money unless it was the cost to and from a called engagement out of the Dallas/Fort Worth area.
          My calling came as Dellie went either to play softball or be with her other boyfriend. I asked her to take Sammy, her son, with her because I wanted to study the Bible. She did and I read the book of Luke and was about to start on John when from within the empty apartment I heard my name. I remembered the story of Samuel and answered "here am I lord, what will you have me to do." The voice said "read on and you'll find your way." That was the first of many times I heard that voice orally giving me directions. I prayed an inner prayer I have never remembered any part of, and began the book of John. At the text's passage in a Revised Standard Version, it reads in KJV, work not for food which perisheth, but for food which abides unto everlasting life,... the concept of the message came to me. Being a slow reader, it was well after dark but I had not turned on light to read. I turned on the lights, found pen and paper and made an outline of the sermon. Dellie and Sammy returned just as I finished the outline, still rocked from the power moving in me. She wanted to know what was wrong with me and caused me to recognize my rocking. I answered, "nothing" and put up the Bible and sermon's outline.
          The third Sundays of that May I was smoking my last cigarette and thought, "I have to buy another pack before I go to work in the morning." Then I thought, about half way through it, "No I don't" and put it out saying "Father take the taste of cigarettes out of my mouth." As usual, the next morning I had to "cut" my way through cigarette smoke to the coffeepot, but was not affected by the smoke. Now, if I pull on a cigarette, even to light it, the taste in my mouth is so undesirable I don't do it. If I inhale it I gag like cotton is in my throat. However, I am not bothered by the smoke except if it goes up my nose directly from a lit cigarette. Before the end of the week Dellie and I were separated, I spanked her for interfering in my disciplining of her child, Sammy Joe Specks Jr.
          Sammy asked me for a piece of cheese toast and I told him, "If you didn't eat it I am going to spank you". Dellie was gone at that time. I gave him the toast but he refused to eat it. He had a habit of going into the bathroom whenever he didn't want food he thought he wanted. He remained for about an hour, until Dellie returned. I told him to come for his spanking. Dellie intervened by throwing it away. Before spanking him I spanked her, so she took him and left. I prayed for her return and the voice told me "don't worry, she'll be back."
          There is the case of my wanting to get into Southwest Baptist Seminary. What I had been shown to do with my pay caused me to loose my credit, a requirement for the seminary. The voice answered my prayer to open a way to go to the Seminary with "you don't need to go, I've already taught you." This analysis of my life is a major part of that teaching and my first memory is the evidence that I have always been taught by Yehuveh.
          To not having the money to pay auto insurance my prayer's answer came as "do you trust me." Though I still owed on the car that is usually repossessed if your insurance isn't kept up, I never lost the car. I also had a "near miss", that I can't physically understand why I didn't hit the other car on a rain slick road. Plus, I had two accidents with the other drivers at fault, and was promptly paid off without question.
          Around May '75 I got sick, a cold with Strep Throat and a fever, and had to take three days off. Friday I prayed, "father, you can heal me or kill me but I'm not going to a doctor." I got back in the bed and slept for two hours to awaken completely healed. Dellie lived with her old, then divorced, boyfriend two blocks south of my room. She say she always looked to see if my car was home as she returned from work. She usually returned before me. She came by to see if all was well by explaining she was my wife, I wasn't allowed girls in my room. She bought me some juice and asked about other need. I, knowing she was on her way back, I told her I expected to become an evangelist traveling with little to no money and few to no cloths, "You have to be willing to live that way same if you came back". A few weeks later we were apartment hunting and furniture buying, but after she and Sammy got a room in the same house.
          In preaching follow Yeshua causing me to feel the need to become a wayfarer¹⁸ without working. In the sermon I used the game "Follow The Leader " as my foundation. I said, in Follow The Leader if someone doesn't do what the leader does they are out, so if we don't live like Yeshua, with no place for our heads¹⁹ and not judging²⁰ then we are out of salvation. Then, in December 1975 I told Yehuveh "if you want me to give up everything and follow Yeshua just tell me when." In January the inner voice said, it was mostly inner now, "this is to be your decision, you tell me when you will give it up." It was in February when I decided that August 6 would be a full year and Bell doesn't let anyone keep leave time into another year, plus it was a Friday. That would be the perfect time for me to terminate my prostituting. I made that known to Yehuveh who came back in March with "take a three week leave of absence and go where I will show you. Take a $20 bill and get a bus, but don't take the few pennies change you get back with you."
          I then told Bell that I was going to take a three week leave of absence in April and terminate my employment August 6. The leave was refused but I was told to take the eight days of vacation due me and call them the second weekend. The Wednesday before I was to go the voice said to get a ticket to Amarillo, Texas. I thought it would cost more than $20 but Friday when I called the bus station it was $19.95. Dellie took me to the station with five leisure changes of clothes, three suits and three pair of shoes, bought the ticket and kept the change just before the bus left.
          I Arrived Saturday before light but not knowing what to do I sat in the station until sometime that afternoon. I finally took my bags and started walking. The inner voice told me to get a motel and I argued against it until the third time. I went to a relatively new motel downtown, told the desk person I was on a "faith mission" without money but Yehuveh would provide. She gave me a room. I had ran up a more than a $70 bill by Wednesday and I went to midweek service that evening. I was denied my things and the room, leaving me with my Bible and clothes on my back. The first night I sleep under a bridge wrapped in concrete quilting, the other nights in empty houses and abandoned cars. Most days I only ate one meal a day form a place that often gave people food even if they didn't have money to pay, and spent rainy days in bars. The last week, however, I did get some $60 so I was able to eat and get a ticket back to Fort Worth the third Saturday.
          When I got back I called Dellie who sounded happy to have me back. When she arrived at the station and saw my well-tanned face, dirty clothes, and no luggage she lost her happiness and ask "what happened!" My answer was, "The only thing I can say is I was shown how I am going to live once I give up my job." That made her fight my imminent departure, though I had told her of my asking Yehuveh for a Recreational Vehicle (RV) and believed in my prayers due to my many answered prayers. With her fighting my every move I asked Yehuveh what was the problem and the inner voice said, "she is not ready." I related this to her who said to me, "Yehuveh have not told you no such thing, I am ready and I am going. You just didn't want me to come along but I am going." I made no further attempt to relate that to her but began to spend much time walking the streets, going to the places drunks and the like hung out, since that was with whom I lived in Amarillo.
          August 6, I was told come in an hour or more early from work. Back at the garage I was told by my supervisor I could take a year leave of absence and "If Yehuveh didn't take care of you the way you think he should, come back and you get your job back". I laughed at the thought and replied, "If Yehuveh can't take care of me then I don't need Yehuveh." My car was on the verge of quitting but I had prayed to let it continue to run until I quit the job. Once I parked it, though I had already made several other stops, I was never able to crank it again and left it parked. My "New Contractions" had begun.
          That day Frank, a Baptist preacher since sixteen and a pastor then, was at AB's. He attempted to persuade me not to give up the job I already had quit. AB had a preacher friend to asked me to preach at his church for three Sundays since he was going to be out of town for three weeks. [The plan was to leave me with the church so I would have some income, although I was not told. That is how Uncle Wayne got his last congregation and Frank got his.] I accepted. The third Sunday Dellie, with her twin, was going to Louisiana, I was to be left behind. However, when I got back from the church the phone rang, Shellie's new car had failed and couldn't make it out of Dallas. Dellie wanted me to bring her car and we all would go together. [Yehuveh overrides man's best laid plans.]
          That was revival time in the Lincoln Parish area of Louisiana and we attended one nightly. Her hometown is in the same Parish and Thursday we went to the church there with her aunt and family. After the sermon the pastor said, "the spirit was here, you could feel it." I said louder than I had intended, "I ain't felt nothing." When we returned home I began to walk the dark street questioning why I didn't "feel the spirit" as everyone had claimed to. After a while the inner voice said, "Don't go back to Fort Worth". I related this to everyone while playing cards. When Dellie and I went to bed she questioned me about my plains and I told her to just leave me at uncle Frank's, in Mount Olive.
          I remained in Grambling for about a week then went to Shreveport, Louisiana to stay in the Veteran Hospital's Intensive Care Unit (ICU) with a first cousin. All his family was working and I wasn't, I was the best candidate. Before the beginning of September I returned to Fort Worth until near the end of the month. The Last Monday I packed five changes of clothes and asked Dellie if she was going. She asked, "What are you going to eat? Where are you going to sleep?" I answered both with, "I don't know." She then answered, "I'm not going". I said, "I promised Yehuveh I'd go, so I'm gone." I prayed, "father, take my nature" (sexual desire was my meaning) "until such time you see that I have the need of it" and left. Thus, the umbilical cord to the church and world was cut, and I was "Born The Second Time". I had passed the church house of my dream. I had become the woman to give birth to a manchild²¹ and the virgin to give birth to Emmanuel²², the concept that Yehuveh is in man.

During one's childhood one plays until their parents call them to eat, sleep or do chores when they get older enough. In reality, all "New Born Man" are children of Yehuveh until the power Yehsua the messiah had is theirs, since only then have we the power to do Yehuveh's work. For the sake of this narrative however, my "New Childhood" was mostly my studying scriptures, nature and myself, and the comparing of man to the animals. Once my childhood is completed I become "the sower who went fort to sow" which, on the physical plane is adulthood.

          I was given a ride to Dallas, the last Monday in September, where The National United Council of Churches (NUCC) was having its first convention. I spent that week there and nights with aunt Glory Dean, Dellie's aunt. The following Saturday I left for Shreveport. Just as I passed the LBJ Freeway east of Dallas, on I-20, the singer and songwriter Bob Sieger gave me my first ride by an unknown driver. He let me out in Longview, Texas and went to visit someone. An independent trucker picked me up and took me to Shreveport. He gave me understanding why I wasn't given the RV when he said, "I'll believe you before believing the suit and tie wearing, Cadillac and Continental driving preachers. You are living as Christ said when they are only talking about following him." The desire for the RV was gone, I was content to be a person people believed before believing the churches' preachers.
          I spent most of my October in the hospital's ICU and weekends with the cousin's sister, Annie Ruth Cole. He was released to her and I stayed there to look out for him while she and CD, her husband, taught school. In December a conflict between CD and me caused me to leave. I began to live in a pool room. I remained there and business picked up, until February when the cousin discarnated. I returned to Grambling, spending most daylight hours in a fun arcade and sleeping at an aunt's, Mattie Lee Conley. While there I made a staff²³ from an Oak limb I found with an attractive grain and neat bends.
          Another aunt, Lucy Ellen McGuire, in Atlanta, Georgia wanted to return to Louisiana. I told her I would drive the U-Haul back. The arrangement was I would leave, hitch hiking, at 10 am Saturday, if I wasn't in Atlanta by midnight I would call her as soon as I could get to a phone to let her know when I would arrive. From Monroe, Louisiana I got a ride to her house by a military boy about to go to Europe. I told him, once he told me he would take me to her house, that if I had to sleep on the floor that he could sleep on the couch and save motel cost. So about 1 am I gave her a call telling her we where in Atlanta, she confirmed his staying and came to show us the way. True as I had said it, he took the couch and I the floor, though I had no foreknowledge of her apartment's arrangement.
          We returned to Grambling and in early June I returned to Atlanta. This was a pattern, go to one place, return to the first place and later go to the other one. June and July proved to be difficult months for me until I remembered I was given a leave of absence. After thinking about the option I realized that if I went back to the job I would be the laughing stock and exploited to the fullest. I decided to continue even if I died in the process. As soon as I made that decision I was reminded of eating many raw vegetables when living in Mount Olive and Baker. I began to eat from any vegetable I could find and half ripe fruit until food²⁴ was again given me freely.
          In the downtown Atlanta park, I spent most days, many preachers of Christianity's various denominations preached. I was condemned for not preaching there.²⁵ One dressed all in white with Hebrew writing on his clothes and dunce like hat, claimed to be the Elijah of Malachi 4:5 & 6. I had received the same revelation and inquired, the inner voice said, "Look at the definition of the name." I asked his disciple his given name to find Elijah was an assumed name [endnote 5] while Elijah (all mighty Yehuveh is I Am That I Am) Alfred (wise counselor) Alexander (defender of man), Jr. (the latter) is my given name. Another day I enter the Georgia University's library in Atlanta and met a boy who asked my name. I told him and he said, "The spirit told me to stay here Elijah was coming." I told him of the one in the park but he insisted I was the one, confirming what the inner voice had revealed. He made a drawing and wrote a poem and asked me to interpret them. I couldn't. Upon ending our conversation he told me I would meet "Meek", a short-term prophecy, and him again at a later time when I could interpret those things. The short-term prophecy was fulfilled, as you will see, but the long-term prophecy is not by October 2005.
          Also In Atlanta I studied with The International Society of Krishna Consciousness, The Unification Church, The Perfect Church, and any Christian or non-Christians groups I encountered. I studied with Muslims and attempted to study at the Temple of the Black Madonna but my staff was considered a weapon I would have to store or not enter. I chose the latter. I studied with any religion or one who would have me. The thing I found is different cultures use metaphors with different terms meaning the same as the terms in metaphors of other cultures.
          The pattern came again as I went through Ocala and Orlando, Florida on my way to the National Baptist Convention in Miami Beach. (In Orlando I received the revelation staffs are for walking man and had the dream of pulling a comb through my hair and it all came out in the comb. I interpreted the dream to say I would become totally bald if I continued to comb my hair.) I returned through South and North Carolina to Atlanta, and November 1, left for Ocala again. There I ate mostly pecans during the daylight hours and peanut butter on Gram crackers before going to sleep at night (a totally raw vegetable diet leaves one hungry in the night when beginning), and a standing invitation to one meal on Sundays. That brought about such a clear mind until one Sunday afternoon I was going to one of the church's 3 pm service [all young mammals nurse from the mother for a time after their birth and the church was mine] with my makeshift backpack on my back, staff in hand, sandals on my feet, and jeans with the legs rolled half way up my calf when I heard a voice say, "where do you think you are going like you own something". There were three people standing at the entrance and I stopped to talk with them. One was an older boy in his fifties, more or less, and an early twenties boy and girl. After being established as an acceptable person I mention what I had heard. The older boy's eyes got wide as he decided it was time to go in. The young boy was a member of that congregation so he had seen me several Sundays. The girl had seen me at the Seventh Day Adventist' building the day before. I had read the older boy's thoughts though the voice sounded like a girl's.
          I left for Orlando December 1, and met a two boys who took me swimming in some clear blue water coming up from the ground, if my memory is correct. From there we went to another town to do laundry. We put our clothes in the washers and went to the attached store for detergent, passed a drunk on a binge, I believe, for six weeks, talking on the phone with someone from AA. On our way back he stopped me, hung up the phone, and brought his unopened half-gallon of wine to sit on their car to talk. I didn't know what to tell him about to how to stop his addiction, but we talked. I did tell him to ask his higher power for help each time he asked me what to do. Finally he got up with his half-gallon and walked to a near brick building flung it against it and returned crying and saying, "if someone had told me to break my bottle I would have fought them, but, praise Yehuveh, I flung it against the building and broke it."
          He stayed with me, so we took him to a Christian home group session. We discussed biblical concepts and gave testimony while he slept. When we got to him he woke up and gave the only testimony he had, breaking his wine. The leader told him to "Shut up and go back to sleep" but I reproached him with, "That's the only testimony he has, he's a drunk who has just been delivered from alcohol tonight, so don't stop him from giving the only testimony he has." From there we returned to Orlando and he stayed in the empty house I slept in. Next morning we went to breakfast and as we walked away from the restaurant he testified to not having the "shakes" or "DT's" along with the wine breaking testimony again. We stayed together about half of the day and he realized he needed to return to the other town and get his clothes. He had no money so I shared with him half of mine and he went away rejoicing in his deliverance.
           I lost my comb about then and stopped combing my hair [if you don't listen Yehuveh will force it after you are committed]. Christmas Sunday morning I was up at 5 am EST, and called Dellie to wish her a Merry Christmas. There was no answer at the old number so I called her boyfriend's. She answered but refused to accept the collect call. After a couple of other attempts I gave up and went to an early Catholic Mass. After Mass I was invited to a girl's house for coffee to find she was about to be put out in two days and had no food or money. I knew of a Baptist group having lunch after morning service, we went. She helped in the kitchen during and after service and was able to get some of the leftovers to take home. We spent eight days together, went to Hollywood, Florida before New Year's Eve where I combed my hair one last time to satisfy her for a party. The next day she left.
          I stayed in Hollywood a week and walked to Miami. I was attending an Apostolic service one Sunday afternoon when in walked a tall slender boy dressed in a white robe. He sat next to me and asked if I was free. I answered yes. He asked me to go with him and we soon left. He introduced himself as "Meek", fulfilling the Atlanta boy's short-term prophecy. We rode in his automobile toward his northern Alabama home while discussing the Bible and relating our experiences. As we neared Tallahassee, Florida discussing the "Beast" of Revelation 13 I said some people could take the mark, number, or name of the beast in their hand and still be saved. I explained that to overcome something²⁶ one must first become entangled with it. He turned east on I-10 for Jacksonville, south on I-95 to Key West. We gave "Peace Pilgrim" a ride but he began to condemn her. She got out before we reached Miami. After Key West we went back to Miami where he again decided to go to Decatur, Alabama. This time we made it.
          Because of almost no sleep since Saturday night, it was now Wednesday, we fellowshiped with his group and I nodded a little. As the service ended he got up, announced me as a false prophet and took me to a friend's where I spent the night. He returned the next morning and ordered me to leave Decatur or he would call the police. Wednesday's clear skies had turned to freezing rain Thursday and all I had was sandals for my feet, no money for food, a coat of many colors received in Atlanta, two changes of clothes in a backpack and not knowing the way to the southbound Interstate. On my way a family coming from a fish and chips restaurant gave me a meal and directions to the Interstate. By Friday I was in Dothan, Alabama where I spent the weekend at the Salvation Army. They wanted me to stay on but I couldn't "go into all the world"²⁷ while remaining in one place. Monday I continued for Florida.
          I spent my first sleep covering from the cold with hay. It is quite warm, but before daybreak I was awaken and instructed to move on by my inner voice. Just before a rain came I entered a roadside restroom and finished the night dry because of my obedience. I reached St. Petersburg, Florida two nights later where I spent a week and returned to Miami. From Miami I began walking²⁸ without hitching because I didn't want to leave the state until March fifteenth, plus, to ask for a ride and be refused frustrated me. Also, I had already been told staffs are for walking man.
          I attended one of the larger Baptist congregations in Fort Lauderdale. The Sunday School lesson was about Israel's exodus from Egypt. Just before class ended I asked what does Israel represent. The answer given was a comparison of Israel in Egypt to Blacks in the United States. I clarified my question with how does Israel represent any man of any ethnic. No one had an answer, including what I later found out to be the pastor, so I was asked to answer it. I answered: Israel represents any man enslaved to the world who must come out of the world and wonder the earth before entering the promised land. The cities of Cannon represent the multitude of habits we have but must destroy [before being at peace in the promise]. First we destroy some of the lesser ones before coming to the walled city of Jericho, our greatest habit which could be homosexuality, alcohol, love of money, love of family, and the like. Once it is destroyed it will make all other habits easy to overcome as we recognize the need to eliminate them. Moses is the person who has already made that transformation and goes to all of the places people's habits keep them and give the message with a demonstrations of power. After class the pastor said to me, "I know strong meat when I hear it" as if meaning, "don't teach my people those truths."
          From Fort Lauderdale I continued north on US Highway 1, spending anything from one night to more than a week in the different towns. With no money I ate mostly from citrus trees, getting only enough for one meal, six oranges, six tangerines, or three grapefruit. A few times I was told by the my voice to get a double portion. It always turned out that I would not find food until the second portion had been consumed and another appetite returned. I reached Jacksonville the first part of March where I attended a Baptist minister's allowance and was told "write it in a book, people will read what you have to say but they will not listen."
          Along the way I studied with all religions, denominations of the Christianity, or individuals I encountered. A Seventh Day Adventist church where they talked about Yellowknife, Northwest Territories, Canada, that gave me my next direction. I was given A pocket Atlas and mapped my travels across east Georgia, through South Carolina and across a corner of North Carolina, into Knoxville, Tennessee. North on I-75 through Kentucky to Cincinnati and Dayton, Ohio. I went west to Indianapolis to visit with Frank, and north to Fort Wayne, Indiana to visit three Gaulden cousins. There I made my first sandals from a car tire. I then made a loop through southwestern Michigan up through Lansing, Grand Rapids, Holland, and back though Lake Odessa and Jackson into Detroit, Michigan. I remained there until June first and entered Windsor, Ontario, Canada going east to Toronto before turning north. I was given a tent at North Bay and I went the northern route through Hearst to Thunder Bay almost a month later.
          I entered Winnipeg, Manitoba July first and met a girl who had been told by "the spirit" "the Black leader is coming." She thought that leader to be an African president but upon asking my name realized I was he. She gave me two prophecies, the short-term "Kathy will reject you", and long-term unfulfilled as of October 2005, "you will return to Canada traveling by a means not known to man". I left Winnipeg and went through Swan River and Mafeking, then Hudson Bay, Prince Albert, and Meadow Lake of Saskatchewan. Crossed Alberta by way of Westlock and Slave Lake to the Mackenzie Highway for Yellowknife. I spent a weekend there and came back, spending some invited days in Fort Vermilion by people picking me up northbound. In Grand Prairie, Alberta I saw my first "Northern Lights", spent some days in White Court before going to Edmonton. From Edmonton to Calgary a father and son picked me up. The father had planned to pay his tithe to a Black Radio minister but determining I was a minister following Yeshua's example, gave it to me. The son required him to give me an additional $77.77 that I kept separate from the money I use for myself.
          In Calgary was a Native American "Roundup" or "Pow Wow" where I met two girls who sometimes used their bodies to supplement their income supporting their one child each. I felt they were the intended recipients of the extra $78, and I spent the weekend after the Pow Wow with them. Leaving them I found $336 in a wallet buried under grass and dirt. I tried to contact the person's name on the check stubs but he no longer worked for the company and they had no forwarding address. I discarded the wallet and kept the money. The last few days of the September first date to leave Canada I spent in Cardston for my first contact and study with Mormons. Then back in the US I gave away everything except the clothes on my back and coat of many colors.
          After mapping my way to Canada I was told to make a "B" line to the south once in the United States. After returning I felt I should travel US 267 through Montana, Wyoming, Colorado, and Oklahoma's panhandle to Fort Worth. I was begged ride to New Orleans, Louisiana by people going to a Muhammad Ali fight but I didn't make the "B" line to the south. My decision to not follow inner directions taught me the value of obedience in a way I will never forget. The almost four hundred dollars I had vanished immediately and the weather became bitterly cold with only sandaled feet and clothes on my back. I walked through three snowstorms, was often without food for a day or two and reached Fort Worth mid September. I remained there until October. I got liberated from having to pay child support to Louise and I met Cathy in Dallas, only to have her to reject me, fulfilling the Canadian girl's prophecy.
          A speeding ticket I had not paid in Arlington, Texas caused an arrested in Dallas and transportation to Arlington, Texas. Along the way the officer asked why I look so strange. I told him I was a preacher following Yeshua's example because I had preached follow Yeshua and needed to do what I preached. I told him of some of the errors of the church and some of the prophecies I'm given another interpretation of. When we got to the Arlington station he told the clerk "book him" and walked out. About thirty minutes later he returned and told her "when you finished booking him, give him time served and let him go". My "law breaking" got me Religious Immunity on the national police computer to be tried by only the US Supreme Court.
          With a pair of swinning trunks wrapped in a blanket from Louvinia I headed for El Paso, Texas to enter the United States of Mexico on November 1, 1978. It cost two cents US to cross the Rio Grand into state of Chihuahua that left three cents United States and the 25 cents Mexican, I had found. Before leaving Juarez, however, I had fifty Mexican dollars, over $2 US at $22.50 per US dollar. After being told go back and get the required papers I walked around the checkpoint and traveled through Durango and Zacatecas to San Luis Potosi where I spent the two weeks before and one week after Christmas with some bean farmers in a small town. I saw how money does not make the disassociating classes there like it does in the United States. I saw the beauty of working without the constant rush, rush, rush found in the US and, throughout the whole 11 states and Mexico City I traveled, I saw how humble people are always accepted by almost everyone.
          Leaving San Luis Potosi penniless I passed through Zacatecas and into San Luis Potosi again. As the day came to end I was told "A feast is prepared for You". One was, and as soon as I had dined and on the road again some truckers called me to a restaurant to offered me a meal. I explained my previous dinning so they invited me to ride to Ciudad de Mexico. I was there several weeks, during the Pope's arrival and mild 1979 earthquake. From there I went through Puebla to Oaxaca and visited a pyramid. Went North through Veracruz, into Tabasco where I preached in Spanish while thinking in English not knowing most of the words I used (my only knowledge of speaking in tongue). I then passed through Campeche and Yucatan to Puerto Juarez, Cancun, and finally to Ciudad de Chetumal, Quintana Roo about a months before Easter.
          Easter Sunday morning I enjoyed the morning sun on a park bench while awaiting a place to get food. Forgetting it was Easter I fell asleep. I was arrested and remained in jail for 32 days before being taken to the border of Belize, away from the checkpoint, and told not to return. I arrived in Orange Walk the next morning and was stopped by a policeman. After telling him: "I am from the kingdom of Yehuveh." "Yehuveh is my father." "The earth is my mother." "I am going into all the world." responding to his questions I was arrested. In court the next morning I repeated the same answers and the judge sentenced me to seven days of observation in the mental institution at Belize City.
          At the institution they immediately attempted to medicate me, Thorazine tablets, but I refused. When the doctor came a few days later he asked me: "how are you doing?" "Do you know why you are here?" and a few other trivial questions including: "Why aren't you taking your medicine?" He ordered me to take my medication and dismissed me. I continued my refusal and the next time I went to him he asked the same questions, minus why was I there. He got the same answers, and I was ordered to take my medication again. That routine happened a third time after which a patient told me to expect to be held down by seven orderlies and injected with the Thorazine.
          My daily exercises followed a pattern used by many self-defense artists and were not unobserved by the orderlies. As sure as told by the patient, one morning seven boy came in at shift change. The room was up stairs so I cleared out the area behind the stairwell and sat on the railing awaiting their arrival. They came. They asked me to take my medicine or they would have to inject me. I told them, "let me talk with the doctor one more time and if he ordered me to take the medicine I will consider it." Afraidness was in their eyes and their voices that told me they didn't want to tackle the job, so they considered my request and agreed.
          On my next visit with the doctor he again asked his ritual questions with "why aren't you taking your medication" being the last one. I said, "if you had a doctor and you told him you were going on a trip and he ordered you not to take anyone's medication, would you take the medication?" Almost happy he asked, "So you are sick?" I replied, "This is an hypothetical question and you are the patient, so would you take the medicine?" He continued to ask me who was my doctor and I countered with the hypotheticalness of my question. It went on for a few rounds before I answered "Yehuveh is my doctor." "But I thought you said Yehuveh was your father", was his come back. "Wouldn't the one who made you know more about you than someone who didn't know you and had only asked you the same questions but had never even observed you except maybe through a window for only a moment," I responded with. He turned to suppressed a smile and regained his composure, still demanded I take my medication and dismissed me, but I was never asked to take it again by the orderlies.
          I only had two Belizian dollars and I was left in the institution to br fed. That info came to me later for an indirect source, but I was given free roaming. The fredom came because the institution moved from Belize City to a country sight between it and Belmopan. They expected to take a week to complete the move. I taught them how to load military five-ton trucks, loading most myself, with so much stuff it cut the time in half. And in the country site I was able to supplement the cooked diet with fresh Mangos, Coconuts, and the abundant of berries and plants growing in the area.
          After about a months of being at the new location I refused to blindly obey a nurse who caused me to be wrestled down and injected with Thorazine. The amount given me caused me to sleep for three days though, the boy who warned me about the orderlies said I was injected a second time during my sleep. The day I awoke I went to use the bathroom and passed out before completing it and had to be carried back to my bed. So for two more days my food was brought to me in the bed. After I got up I had to take a lesser amount in shot form once a month. The side effects were slurring of my words and a numbness of my tongue. Raw fruit and vegetables, I found, reduced the effects and garlic completely counters the effectiveness. My eating Mangos, Coconuts and other raw things kept me from becoming a "vegetable" like so many others I observed. After some two months of the shots I walked away from the institution during the rainy season. I was free for about a month before being rearrested and taken to "Her Majesty's prison." I remained until denouncing the belief in god²⁹ when someone in Louisiana was contacted. Aunt Ellen and uncle Hubert sent the money for my return that got me back to New Orleans in February, some 1260 days³⁰ from the time I first left my job on August 6, 1976.
          From New Orleans I visited Elijah Sr. in Baker for a week or so then returned to Grambling where I stayed until April. Re-entering the states I had only the pants and shirt on my back, somehow, by the time left Louisiana I had obtained so much I needed a backpack to carry it. I began to travels. No longer believing in Yehuveh I only wanted to go and live in nature where I could study the natural animals to determine how to live. I took US 167 north to Little Rock, Arkansas, went across Missouri and Illinois to Davenport, Iowa. From there I passed through Dubuque and went to Decorah, Iowa in May. I left Decorah for Minneapolis, Minnesota and the inner voice said to "work and have $150 when you return to Decorah to write your book".³¹ The "My Book" is SEEDS OF LIFE and to put the Bible in the sequence seen in THE BIBLE UNSEALED.
          Out of Minneapolis I went to Chippewa Falls and down to La Crosse, Wisconsin before returning to Decorah with $148.50. Decorah provided a log cabin for my dwelling, a typewriter for writing, and food stamps to eat as my money disappeared. Spending change came from picking up the five cent deposit cans along the seven miles of highway between the log cabin and town. Natives of the area told me about the cold and snow common there. Because of the lesson learned returning from Canada I said, "Because I am where I am supposed to be we will only have two inches of snow and it will not be nearly as cold." The prophecy was so true that in January they often wore shorts and short sleeved shirts. However, the snow was only true in that we only got two inches at a time for a total of less than twelve inches for the whole winter. The snow lovers blamed me for no snow and lost money from purchasing snow equipment but no snow. Sky resorts and other snow related enterprises loss due to the lack of snow.
          While it was warm I ate only raw vegetable salads by day and peanut butter and honey on whole wheat bread at night. The effects of the Ocala's pecan diet returned. A girl who worked in a cafe and I were close friends and each morning she would come into my mind before I opened my eyes out of sleep. Some times I would see what she was putting on, other times a tree or something would flash into my mind as if I was looking through her eyes as she passed it, and every time she wanted to see me I knew it and would take that day to go to town, often knowing what she would be wearing. She inspired the poem The Drifter To His Love.
          While Married to Louise I began writing a book about a slave who had served in the Civil War, ran away into the Dakotas, cut wood for a White widow, lived in the barn behind her house, and was to later enter a relationship with her. Its fulfillment was not exactly as written. A farmer came by and asked me to help him hay and I agreed provided he help me get wood for warming the cabin. The fulfillment: Vietnam was a Civil War for that nation and to Decorah, Iowa I had run away from the slavery of civilization. The day I went to work with the farmer his widow daughter, Sharon Myers, and two children, Roger, 12 and Linda, 10 had recently returned home. Through the winter I split wood for Sharon's wood heater and the cabin was about a mile through the woods behind her house. Around the first of 1981 we began to get close and in February I spent more time with her than at the cabin until I left in April. The name of the location was not Dakota but Decorah.
          Our get together was as I had dreamt it: the bowl I ate cereal from at the cabin had cracked through the middle where it had been glued together. In the dream it was full of cereals and milk and broke but nothing was lost, everything was caught in the two half's. When I contemplated the dream my Voice told me "the bowl is the farm where you work, the crack is the road between the farmer's house on the north and Sharon's trailer on the south." I had always eaten from the farmer's house on the north but realized I would eat from both places without missing a meal. That day our relationship began.
          At the cabin I read several books and began putting together my understanding. My writings were my life and an interpretation of the creation of the Bible together [Tamar Arnon, a New York University worker when I first went to NYC, has my copy she was to correct but never did and has since returned to Israel]. At first I considered Adam to be a twin until I realized the word "replenish" is an approach not considered by most students of the book. Adam was a child whose mother had died when he was only a crawling baby who, after finding food and water it always returned to its nest. Having no memory of its mother it assumed it had come from the ground. Since there was no statement that Yehuveh had told Adam of the operation I gave its knowledge of the operation to a dream. It was in a deep sleep is written, and there are many dreams in the Bible as messages to man. I considered, in order to eat of the vegetation from over the whole earth, man are nomads. Many people who talked with me often wanted to live free of the compromises necessary for family and marriage relations so the nomadic state was individually rather than family. I considered the boy getting his pregnant wife's food made her lazy and dependent on him. That caused her to have time to play with the child(ren) to created the attachment of children to parents. Thus, the church's creation story was disappearing. Sometimes I found it easier to write some things in poetry rather than in prose, so I wrote many poems.
           April fifteenth I left for New York City where I had intended to find a means of getting to Europe since "go ye into all the world" started my wayfaring. I got another backpack with an aluminum frame. The old one had been too weak to handle my way of life. The frame cracked before I could get out of Iowa and sent me into Chicago by way of US 30. From there I took a train to South Bend, Indiana and took US 31 south to 30 and into Fort Wayne visiting my three cousins again to await my new frame.
          On US 30 I went into Ohio where I used hemp³² for the first time in the eastern city of Canton. As I entered the city a boy picked me up and invited me to smoke with him. At first I declined but the inner voice suggested I use it. I took a few tokes and in a few minutes heard "don't think you are going to get me high and rip me off." We visited some of his friends or relatives where I was so relaxed I just wanted to lay down and heard many different voices I believe to have been more than just the spoken words saying so many things I could hardly recognize any one thing. We left them and went to a restaurant. He ordered first and included coffee. Then the girl asked if it was going to be on separate tabs. She then turned to me and thought, "and what can I do for you" to which I answered in thought but thought it was words, "a hamburger deluxe with everything on it," while pointing to it. In about the time it should have taken her to write down my request she then said in words "would you like some coffee to." I answered in words, "yes, and some coffee too, please." She then walked away and later returned with the food for the other boy and coffee for me. After a while I began to ask about my hamburger only to find out I had not ordered one. I called her back and asked her who said no, I had not ordered one, so I ordered it. I spent the night at his place and the next morning we discussed the incident at the restaurant. I asked about his statement shortly after smoking with him. He was shocked but answered he had only thought it. That confirmed it, hemp caused me to hear thoughts projected at me.
          I followed US 30 through Pennsylvania from Pittsburgh to Philadelphia. In Gettysburg was a carnival where a young artist paintings were displaying paintings after paintings of bound, chained, incarcerated, barbed wire penned and blindfolded people. I missed the message of his work by focusing on the German Holocaust and reincarnation. He had to inform me of his vision so much like mine. The paintings were telling of how society want to bind and blind people rather than freeing them to be as they want so long as they didn't harm other in the process. Society chains, pens, bounds and control all of its people, was the message of his painting, he explained.
          In Philadelphia the locked haired group, M.O.V.E., had its leader incarcerated and about to be tried. Because of my matted hair a policeman came and ordered me to stop eating from a berry tree because the berries could be poisonous. I had been eating from the tree in the memorial park for four days. No one else ate from it. I told him "I should already be dead, I have been eating from it for four days". He cuffed me and took me out of town to investigated my background, found I was not a part of M.O.V.E., then returned me without letting me know anything about the Probable Cause (PC) [thabks to the immunity in the computer records].
          After a week's rest I left for New York City using the Interstate highway. A Highway Patrolman ordered me off of the freeway. I replied, "I'm not trying to be smart, ok?" He gave me the go-ahead and I continued with, "for you to keep me off of the freeways you would have to keep deer, rabbits, and all other animal, insects and birds off of the freeway because I live by the laws they live by". He then expressed envy of my getting out of the "rat-race" but instructed me to leave the freeway at that exit. I started off and he left. Once he topped the hill I returned to the highway and in a few miles someone stopped and said, "If you have the nerves to walk the freeway I have the nerves to pick you up. Get in." He let me off not far from the Lincoln tunnel into New York City. I was not allowed to walk it so I hitched my way through. It was then the first of June. I had used up two pairs of sandals from Decorah to New York so I decided to go barefooted from then on.
          I stayed around the Forty second Street area until about the fifteenth of June when someone gave me a list of eating places. But after a few nights on Forty Second Streets I was arrested for not moving and taking a drink of a beer. I believe it was a setup because the officers had tried several nights to get me to move from in front of the closed door where I sat. In one of the pockets of my backpack was a .22 automatic pistol I had found on the highway, but it was never searched. Mace was sprayed in my face because I refused to let them put my hands behind my back. Finally they walked me blindly to the paddy wagon. I tripped and released my hands to catch myself and they cuffed me. Once inside one officer, I couldn't see which because of the mace in my eyes, beat me. When I got to court the next day the judge gave me a diversion, if I didn't get into any more trouble in the next six months the charges would be dropped. I asked what was going to be done about the officer beating me after getting me in the wagon. The courtroom became quiet for a long while but nothing was said or done about it.
          The day I entered the city I walked south on Seventh Avenue looking for the post office. I didn't know the Empire State Building but when I look down that street I saw a vision of heaps of glass and metal where the Empire State Building was. The sandstone was glass from an intense heat leaving melted metal and glass in a glass-metal heap. I had already written The Fate Of Babylon and that vision confirmed the destruction of the United States by a nuclear burning.³³
          I found the post office and got what General Delivery mail from Sharon Myers of Decorah that was still there. She had asked to come to New York to visit with me, along with Linda. I wrote her back granting it, provided she allow her cold black beard on her chin to grow since I liked it so much. We met in Philly to walk twenty miles a day to New York, ten miles in the morning and ten miles in the evening. Our fourth day I felt the need to walk past the ten evening miles and someone gave us a ride to where we could get the Path Train into the city. He had passed us by and turned around and came back to pick us up saying, "someone must be looking over you because I had gone five miles past you when I felt the need to come back and get you." I asked the girls which one had been praying for a ride, they both answered they had. Then I explained that their sincere desire for a ride was heard by their guardians, we call angels, and transmitted to him. I explained how everyone has guardians, some monitor only the one person on the path to enlightenment, others monitor groups of 50, 100, and the like, depending how close they are to entering the path of enlightenment or everlasting life, based on a parable given by Yeshua. ³⁴
          We spent five weeks together passing through all areas of New Your City except Staten Island, and finally settled for Washington Square Park to spend most of our days. The day we walked into the park I had my shirt off, pants rolled up, and barefooted; Sharon, with her black hair and goatee, along with Linda had on shorts, halter top and sandals, and we all had on backpacks. Many days Linda and I played with me turning and swinging her around, walking with her inverted with her long blond hair dragging the ground. We ate from the different places giving food to the homeless and, toward the end, slept on a warehouse dock. Just prior to school's opening for the fall semester they both got on the bus with tear filled eyes, and I had mixed emotions but Linda's schooling took priority³⁵. I was later told that when we entered the park no one expected us to make it but by the time they left we were the most respected.
          With Sharon and Linda gone another Sharon from Brooklyn, New York, began to give her three-year-old manchild, Michael, into my care on weekends. Having only his afraidful mother as an example, Michael was too afraid to even walk through pigeons. My playing with him like I had Linda had him screaming so I only took him to the children's playground where he only wanted to play with me. One day, in '82, I climbed on a slide and sat down. He wanted to come up so I told him to come on and he asked for my help. I refused. He began to climb, got a few steps as afraidness took over again and he began to cry. I refused to neither help nor let the concerned mothers help him up or down until he decided to do something on his own. He climbed up happy at achieving something without having to be helped. He then wanted me to help him go down the slide but I again refused and told him to do what the other children did. He did and again was happy doing things without being helped. I went to another slide with small ladder rounds and did the same thing until he went up and slid down alone. Shortly after his accomplishments Sharon came over to check on us. With great satisfaction he showed her what he could do without help, doing it a few times. One time he lost his footing and cried but I told him to come on, his mother being outside of the fence could do nothing, so he got his courage together and finished his task happily. I then began to leave him with instructions to play with the other children, that I would be near by if he needed me. After a while he began to play with the other children, getting "dirty" against the wishes of Sharon. I told her to let him be a boy and she did. When the years got cold she no longer brought him, but the next spring when she brought him he was beyond her control, jumping off of the about two-foot wall around the fountain area [eight inches higher that what Werner Bogner and I are on in a picture above], petting a dog that its master said never allowed children pet it, and just being a confident manchild. I was able to achieve that because of how I had been raised by my inner voice.
          As winter '81 neared I began to sleep through the Bowery Shelter, Third Street east of Bowery, and spend the cold sunless days playing cards at the shelter. I spent the sunny and cold ones in Washington Square Park. That winter they opened a new shelter in Flushing Meadows, Queens, home for Democratic State Senator Gary L. Ackaman. One evening as we waited to be bussed there I was discussed our plight with another with Gary in attendance. Once we got settled in the shelter, this stranger came over to talk with me. I, and some of the fellows in nearby bunks, noticed how he often said "we" about the two of us and "they" when speaking of the remainder of the homeless. The next morning's New York Post carried a picture of Gary, incognito, with the explanation of his purpose revealing the need for the new shelter. He later took me from the shelter to dinner (with people from some type of office). Snow was on the ground and I was barefooted walking through snow and on ice. We became friends and he arraigned a lecture at Queens College the following spring semester.
          Spring of 1982 I made blue jeans into shorts. They were tight on my thighs so I split them just a little to give me playing room as I threw "Frisbee" in "my Living Room", Washington Square Park. As I played the splits increased until they reached the waistband and, except for a few religious meetings for food they were all I wore except shirts in eating places, including the Bowery. That winter as I walked in sub-freezing weather in the shorts³⁶ one of two boys on New York University's campus asked me if I was cold. The other answered for me, "no colder than your face." That answered my constant self-questioning, "should I put on long pants though this is not so uncomfortable. Girls wore skirts in winter when I was in school, often with nothing on their legs but the rolled down socks." [That became my standard reply to the question but I explain, "it is conditioned into us".] One cold night in January 1983 I was given a sleeveless shirt and later the shorts and only a T-shirt was all I wore. After that winter the only time I wore a shirt was when I went into eating places. I now realize when a child is first born it is covered entirely, after six weeks the face is uncovered but the rest of the body never has the opportunity to feel cold. As a child it can't to go out to play in temperatures below 70 degrees "F" (about 21 "C") without a jacket. Therefore, our rejection of cold is due to the conditioning by our parents and schools.
          During the summer of 1982 I was instructed by the inner voice to go by a fruit stand, which often gave me trouble when I took a piece of fruit to eat, and take something at all cost. I did so and was sent to jail at Rikers Island sentenced to 25 days. During the 13 days I served I was sent for a mental examination. The girl considered herself the "tough bitch" as most inmates called her. After the interview she said to me, "Mr. Alexander, I am very happy to have made your acquaintance. My son would love to meet you because he is interested in the same type of stuff."
          I was invited to visit Mennonites in Leola, Pennsylvania in 1983. Returning to New York I was walking I-78 in Huntington County, New Jersey when I got arrested for refusing to go into my backpack for my birth certificate. I'm assuming he thought I had drugs. Because I don't shower daily I had a "high up" of the jail to order me to shower. Being tired of the harassment about it I said, "suck my Dick and call that a shower." Not judging the act I questioned myself for saying it. As I reasoned with it the realization came from my voice. A Dick is that part of man by which the egg is fertilized; to fertilize a mind one must plant a seed in it therefore, if he suck your mind for information he would have sucked the 'Dick of life' which would give him new life. That caused me to see enlightening properties in every type of verbal communication, writing, songs, science fiction, and other forms of communicating.
          Also during that incarceration I played on my appointed attorney. [I don't usually use the Immunity.] I played as if I didn't know my Social Security Number and told him to contact the Bowery in New York to get it. After a time he came with nine numbers and said it was my Social Security Number. That caused me to mistrust him. He did get me off of all charges except disobeying a police officer, however.
          Another thing happened while there. Dorothy Carol Melaney, whose last name I had forgotten or never obtained, and I were getting close. I had told her I would be back in about two weeks but I spent 56 days in jail. After about a month the name Laney kept coming to my mind but I couldn't figure out who it was. When I got back to New York and looked on her buzzer I realized I had been working to remember her name so I could call and let her know where I was.
          Before leaving New York for Leola I had been telling others in "my living room" how to detect secret informants in front of someone I had determined was one but didn't want to blow his cover. When I got back he confirmed that he was one by saying, "everyone kept asking where you were but I never told them anything."
          Though I had noticed how I often I got colder after eating an orange during the cold weather, it was not until the winter of 1983-'84 that I found out the real effects. The temperature never got above freezing and I was asked to eat 13 oranges for a girl friend, after she was told by a doctor not to consume them since she was suffering from a vaginal infection and Citrus worsen the symptoms. They were all I ate that day while she was at work and that evening she wanted to visit her brother living at Seventh Street near D Avenue. The temperature was about 22 degrees "F" (about -6 "C"); when we walked out of her Sixth Street between First and second Avenue apartment. Before we could get to First Avenue I was almost shivering, something I had never done. We got to "A" Avenue and Seventh Street where we ate from the International Society of Krishna Consciousness' Thanksgiving or Christmas homeless feeding. That neutralized the effects but I had loss to much body heat. While eating I contemplated the cause of this unusual condition. The Inner voice said, "What did you eat today." I realized how oranges grow in warm climates and recognized they must be for the purpose of cooling the body by opening the pores. That Summer I had eaten an apple in the heat of the year and recognized how hot and thirsty I got soon after eating it. I then recognized how apples ripen in the cold season to close the pores. I tested hot season fruit again in cold weather and found out that all hot climate foods are for the cooling of the body and cold climate and season foods are to maintain the body's heat, when eaten raw. Cooked foods I found to be neutral, except most spicy ones, leaving only the feet's sensors to regulate the body's climate control system. When we put our feet in cold water we get "goose-pimples" closing pores to protect the body's heat, though the effects on the body indicates it is cold. To put the feet in hot water causes us to sweat with a feeling of hot, but it is releasing the body's heat to prevent over-heating. Though unknown to me at the time that is why I began barefooting before my other clothes.³⁷ [Refer to INTRODUCTION TO HEALH].
          That winter I used peyote but didn't regurgitate it as is common. During the twenty-four hours I was under the effects I saw a ball of something like twine representing the totality of all things. That meant all things are in cycles, from the largest one to the smallest. I saw things speed up so fast that I couldn't determine what was happening but when I called my own name or said "change constantly" things would slow down to where I could comprehend them. That taught me to look within myself for all answers or change what I was doing or where I was, and reflect on them for an understanding.
          In January 1984 I left New York, via Greyhound Bus lines, for San Francisco, California. I had completed a year (a time) in Iowa and two and a half years (times and the dividing of time³⁸ ) in New York City. At the friend's house I went to visit I took some mushrooms. Under the effects I was able to see cold, hear cold, and feel cold; see sound, hear sound, and feel sound, and hear color, feel color and see color. I then realized our abilities are limited by how we are conditioned to perceive things, because blind man can often compensate for their sight by such enhanced other senses it makes sense that we all can enhance our senses to a similar state. Carlos Castanida's TEACHINGS OF DON JUAN say we are not to depend on the aids but learn to do what they teach from within ourselves.
          I remained in the Bay area until June, where I learned about the Rainbow Gathering³⁹. Some expected the messiah to descend on that Fourth of July Holy Day. On the fifteenth I left for the Likely, California Gathering. Though the messiah did not descend, as those few Rainbows and Christians believe he shall, but during the Fourth's evening meal I assisted in circling the group for prayer. As we were about to serve a thunderstorm appeared in the western sky. Everyone got up to leave but I said, "don't leave, it is not going to rain on this gathering." Most returned to their seats and I watched the storm split to the north and south of the gathering. Only the wind blowing and a few drops of rain fell on the circle to show them the messiah was there, but none recognized it that I am aware of, even though they marveled at not being rained on and enjoyed the Rainbow that followed. Some did talk about it later when we met.
          I left the Gathering for Eugene, Oregon where I observed the hemp smoking effects again. I went with friends to a "trading fair" where I ate some "green-brownies" the day we were to leave. I then walked near the trade circle and laid back enjoying the relaxed state it put me in. Lying there I felt the couple leave the circle and go to the teepee were we staying. After a time I heard the girl say "we should go and find Elijah so we can leave." The boy replied, "don't worry he'll be here in time." [I even discerned the differences in the voices for the first time.] It took about fifteen minutes to walk the near mile. As I entered she told me they had just been talking about me. I told them what I heard and they confirmed it.
          I headed for Grambling through Nevada, Utah, Colorado, Kansas, Oklahoma, and Arkansas where I was given a ride to Grambling for staying at a party of all Whites. The Gaulden Family Reunion was that day and I went shirt-less, and from then on, I had left my T-shirt in the transporter's car. I stayed with aunt Ellen for a while but then went back into the streets. I slept in the woods until rain and finally cold sent me under the bridge over the railroad tracks. My days were spent on Main Street less than 100 yards from Grambling State University's (GSU) campus. At first students only spoke to me mostly with "what up" and I answered the socially normal "nothing". Then I began to say "the opposite of down this week, the opposite of up this week, the opposite of right this week, the opposite of front this week, the opposite of back this week." Each new week a different opposite. One day a fellow asked me why did I change my answer each week. I answered, "it is written that man named everything ⁴⁰ and whatever he named it so it was. Being I am a man, I can name whatever I want to be up and it will be." After that my often sitting on Main Street and walks though the campus had students stopping me to find out what my purpose was. I was also invited to talk to different classes at both, Grambling and Louisiana Tech Universities.
          I arrived in Grambling neither dressing nor believing as is common to man to complete the dream of entering Grambling and telling people my experiences in life. It also made me to become "dead to he world" after I was thirty-nine. Thus, my "new childhood" was completed and I entered "new puberty," or "new adulthood." I use knowledge from twelve different sources and am waking in the way foretold by the prophets to become clothed in the pure understanding of life.⁴¹ The first smiting of the second rock by Moses is now completed, only the second smiting of it remains.

Adults are on their own to deal with the challenges of life .New Born Adults are required to deal with the challenges imposed on them by the world. Adults in nature fend off their predators; in civilization the stronger nations prey on weak nations and free man. Born Again Man are the only free man, and civilization makes it as hard as possible for them to remain free since freedom causes the loss of money. This is my fending the world off to the date of October 2005. This is also the time I am able to sow seeds of understanding, SEEDS OF LIFE.