HE FORGAVE HIS FATHER

Since I’ve got the microphone and I get to talk to you, I’d like to talk
about my own experience as a young boy. I spent the first ten years of my
life in a series of foster homes, and orphanages and so on.

My father was a man who just walked away. He spent some time in jail.
He was a very abusive man. He left my mother with three boys under the
age of four. He just disappeared. Long story ...

Just the way you planned it. It was the trajectory you wanted, because you are
a freedom seeker to the core of your being and you didn’t want anybody bossing
you around.

Yes, I’ve heard my kids say that many, many times, and I’ve often said
that when a little kid says, “You’re not the boss of me,” that is not a bratty
little kid; that’s someone saying, “I have to be free.”

They are saying, “I’m autonomous. I’ve come with great reason. I have
Guidance from Source. I’ll tune in to who I AM.”

So, I never met my father. And I grew up with rage in my heart toward
this man who could walk away and just never look back, and never pay any
support, and never even ask a question about his three boys or anything. I
was the youngest.

He did his part. He gave you an avenue into physical. Most parents mess it up
far more than that.

Did I   choose  him to  be  my  father?

Yes.    Deliberately.

Because the most significant moment in my life was in 1974 when I was 34
years old, and I was at his grave in Biloxi, Mississippi. And before that I was