A Buddhist A Hippie and A Nazi

VISIONARY ART

A Buddhist, A Hippie, and A Nazi

3 dead men met at a marble rotunda on a shimmering energy lake in the center of the 4th dimension. A kind of astral reality situation, these men still convinced of the rightness of their cause, continued to propagate waves of influence over the lesser developed beings still trapped solely in the 3rd dimension. Due to the confluence of events that sometimes occurs randomly yet planned, the men sat down at a triangle table with an unsympathetic eye in middle and began their battle of ideas.

Of course the Nazi seized the initiative,
“It is without a doubt an absolute certainty that we are brought here together for me to shake you out of your complacency and thrust you to the forefront of our effort to establish order to this chaotic world!”

The Buddhist and the Hippie looked each other over, not certain if they were on the same side or not. Finally after some hesitation, the Hippie piped up,
“Man….Dudes like you keep peace from flowering. Can’t you just chill and enjoy the ride? Why do you have to force everything?”

Enraged by this affront to his dignity the Nazi bellowed,
“Force is the way of nature. Does not the lion force the zebra to be his lunch? You would never survive on your own. You leach off of the work of others and then complain your life away in a haze of confusion. You are dirty, smelly, and have no self-respect. The way you appear is a reflection of the weakness of your idea.”

Realizing that the Hippie’s mellow vibes were no match for the will power of his adversary, the Buddhist who was unique in his inclination towards discourse/debate, took it upon himself to challenge them both.
“It is true that there is a natural way, and it is true that we should practice non-interference. To take up the mission as your own is to walk in consciousness. A look can convey what a wall of words can not.”

As the discussion was heating up, a hole in space/time emerged and quickly began to draw in the now-dissipating legs of the Nazi. Being pulled into Bardo to be purged of impurity he shouted, “I’ll never submiiiiiiiit…….” as he disappeared to the next stage of his soul’s evolution.

Seeing this, the Hippie freaked. Mistakenly believing that he was having an LSD flashback he dove into the mind stream that carries the discarnate back to the threshold of the physical world. His fear cursed him to roam in the background of Hippie Music Festivals throughout Midwestern America for 37 years, until he came across a Spirit Warrior who had the ability to see him. This Angel in the Flesh spoke the following:

“Hippie, Heaven is not for the weak, nor is it for the angry.
Although injustice is prevalent in the world, how you handle it is the supreme test.
Your concerns are valid but only from your small mind.
Do you not think God knows what is occurring?
It is the Riddle of your Heart that you should be focusing on.
Move back into the Realm of Manifestation and Heal my son.”

Seeing the absurdity that can happen even in the so-called higher realms, the Buddhist laughed and laughed until the scenery disappeared. Soon thousands appeared around him joining in the laughter. Bubbles and giggles spilled forth filling the ether with the joy of living fully and whole-heartedly. At last enlightenment dawned on him and the Buddhist became a Buddha. One more go around in the body to spread the dharma through presence and the cycle is complete. Aum will take him Home.