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 16He saith to him again the second time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my sheep.

 17He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep.

When I read this scripture I always remember the great hymn by Charles Widmeyer, "Come and Dine" written one hundred years ago:

"Jesus has a table spread Where the saints of God are fed, He invites His chosen people, “Come and dine”;
With His manna He doth feed And supplies our every need: Oh, ’tis sweet to sup with Jesus all the time!"

 This is the bread which cometh down from heaven, that a man may eat thereof, and not die.

 I am the living bread which came down from heaven: if any man eat of this bread, he shall live for ever: and the bread that I will give is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world. Then Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except ye eat the flesh of the Son of man, and drink his blood, ye have no life in you. Whoso eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, hath eternal life; and I will raise him up at the last day. For my flesh is meat indeed, and my blood is drink indeed. (!)

Then Jesus says something most startling! He says: "He that eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, dwelleth in me, and I in him. As the living Father hath sent me, and I live by the Father: so he that eateth me, even he shall live by me."

A light shines in to the office of MR. REYOK a college professor and practicing Buddhist. The professor aspect is clear from his desk, in which his name is displayed on small rectangular slate, and several pieces of literature, exactly:

BLUEBEARD by Kurt Vonnegut
ON THE ROAD by Jack Keroac AND
HOW THE SWANS CAME TO THE LAKE by Rick Fields

Although obviously unimportant to the audience, the books are a physical subtext into MR. REYOK's prospective English class as well as his personal spirituality.

MR. REYOK is wearing a suit, a light tan color with a dark purple tie. He wears dark rimmed glasses that accentuate bold yet
handsome lines beginning to form on his skin. He wears a liberal yet maintained beard.

As he sits, staring intently at something he is writing, a knock comes from stage left.

Enter ALLEN from far stage left.

ALLEN is clad in typical student clothes, a polo shirt and pants with a thin plaid design. His face shows curiosity but also shyness. He wears backpack and stands with a good posture.

MR. REYOK:
Allen! My favorite student south of Old Campus I'm glad you came to see me, although I forget for what reason.

ALLEN pauses, posed in the imaginary doorway, he is a bit nervous; he looks around trying to gather wh at to say next; you can tell Allen is not a very close friend with the teacher, and is very alarmed as of what to do next. There is a certain feel of equipose in the enviornment. Then MR.REYOK speaks.

MR. REYOK:
Do you remember why you came to see me?

After ALLEN does not respond
Come... sit down, sit down...

ALLEN moves over to the desk, sits akwardly in the chair as he takes off his backpack, and sets it on the ground. ALLEN pulls out student items, a pad of notebook paper, a pencil ect. MR. REYOK continues to talk as he does this.

MR. REYOK:
There was an incident in class today? Was it...or something else?

ALLEN speaks finally, although he moderately stutters due to an intense
nervous complex.

ALLEN:
I-i sir, I asked you a question today, I asked you today where
the buddha was born sir.

MR. REYOK:
Ah! I remember that now, and I could not answer that in class today, if I remember.

ALLEN:
Yes sir.

MR. REYOK:
So you do not know where the buddha was born?

ALLEN:
Yes sir, we were discussing the thirty two physical marks of a buddha you see, and I asked you, and you told me you would "reveal" the answer to me after class. Only I forgot to come right after it ended.
Sorry.


MR. REYOK:
It's quite O.K young Allen. Oh wait.

With genuine remembrance
Ahah! Now I remember your class, an English class, we were
contemplating the Buddha and the dharma, Ginsberg and Sidhartha, Trungpa and Watts. Haha. Yes, I remember, the thirty two physical marks of the buddha. Let's see.

MR. REYOK raises his hand, pointer finger up in a comical gesture and widens his brow. He says the following statements in a joking faux commanding voice.

Mark #1! the buddha has feet with level tread, so that he places his foot evenly on the ground, lifts it evenly, and touches the ground evenly with the entire sole.

ALLEN:
Yes sir.

His response is outrageous yet playful

MR. REYOK:
I'm not done!

Pause.
Mark #4! He has long fingers and toes. Haha.

Do I remember anymore?

Pause.
Mark #9! He can touch his toes without bending! Ah! Mark # 28...

He lowers his voice and utters deeply, moving his hands in opera fashion.

Slowly:
Mark # 28! HE HAS A VOICE LIKE BRAHMANS!

ALLEN laughs in a little way, a bit easier with himself.

MR. REYOK leans in closer, a very serious look in his face, he half whispers yet with intent and still playfulness:

Mark # 10....His sexual organs are concealed in a sheath!


ALLEN smiles, laughing, and opens up a bit, recognizing the Outrageousness of his teacher to be nothing but a sense of humor. MR. REYOK leans back, satisfied, and fiddles with his tie. He is obviously using his sense of humor as a catalyst to break the state of equipoise.

With intense faux- seriousness:
And... young Allen, that is the easiest way to detect from birth if you are a buddha or not...

ALLEN laughs

In this scene, where there is little conflict so far, this joke is in fact the HAPPENING, the event that breaks the first barrier between the student and teacher and allows their respective objectives to be
explained and pursued.


ALLEN:
I suppose I'll never be a buddha then, sir.

MR. REYOK:
Ah! Never mind that Allen, but you would be surprised.

Pause.
I think now, however, I should answer your question.

ALLEN:
Yes sir. I was wondering where the buddha was born sir.

As the question is uttered by ALLEN for the theoretical fourth time (including in class), it becomes clear that finding the answer to this question IS ALLEN's objective.

MR. REYOK:
Then it is clear now to me why I could not answer in class, a very simple question but a very hard one for me to answer.

MR. REYOK brings up for the first time the confrontation between himself and the answering that particular question.
The reason not bieng because it a long or complex answer, it is very

He snaps on the word simple.
Simple.

However, there is an antecdote I must share with the answer, albiet a very meaningful one. Ha. If that is not a contradiction I am suprised.

ALLEN:
What is that sir?

MR. REYOK:
A simple antecdote, Allen, one that belonged to my father, I've never
told it before, although it was his dying wish, if he ever had one, for me to tell someone's poor wandering soul...Ah!

From this it seems clear that the main conflict lies inside the professor's
head, torn apart by starting to tell the story which is obviously hard for him to
deliver. The objective for MR. REYOK, cooresponding to ALLEN's is to
do justice to the long awaited answer.

ALLEN:
What is it then, sir. I will listen.

Pause.
However, could you possible answer my question?

With mildly hostile zeal.
MR. REYOK:
No, Young Allen! Not before the story.

ALLEN:
Yes, sir.

MR. REYOK leans over the table. His voice waivers just the tiniest bit, there is a sense of emotion in his voice that ALLEN is not quite sure is coming from. MR. REYOK speaks intently:

MR. REYOK:
Yes, I will tell you, but you must promise to listen to the intination of every...single...word, understand, lad?

ALLEN is phazed by the odd command, but never the less responds, still waiting for the response to his question.

ALLEN:
...Yes sir.

MR. REYOK eases back a little bit in position and tone, but there is a
twinkle in his eye like he is unsure of something. He speaks like a gentle military leader.

MR. REYOK:
Because there is something for you in this story, do you understand?

ALLEN:
Yes sir.

MR. REYOK:
O.K then.

MR. REYOK takes off his jacket and hangs it
up on his chair. He mentally braces himself and takes a few breaths. He sits back down as if he was getting ready to meditate intently. Then he begins.

Spoken like a narrative:
My father was a traveling buddhist if nothing else. Unlike myself,
he never settled into one job or settlement.

Pause.
He was, a rolling stone.

There were few occasions on which he would settle down for weeks or months at a time with myself as a father.

Pause.
And young Allen, this is important to the story.

ALLEN nods
However, I distininctly recollect one summer in which he stayed with me for the whole time, the whole three months. More of, I remember specifically one lesson he taught me.

ALLEN:
What was that, sir?

MR. REYOK:
Still your mind, Allen, the lesson is in the story.

ALLEN nods
He told me a lesson; a story; a lesson through a story.

MR. REYOK smiles
He told me, in this vernacular and exact dictation:

As he articulates the phrase "exact dictation" clearly and he articulates
the next words in a jokingly exaggerate version of his father's "vernacular".

‘Son...I'll always be a wandering soul...a horrible father, and I'll always lead a life of suffering as long as I live... but you are old enough that I can safely say... If I don't tell you this story about my life, about my 'scruples'...then I will always for eternity.... until Parinirvana Day... suffer too much"

MR. REYOK jokes at ALLEN:
If you are still going to take notes in that notebook of yours, young lad, then you can write that ‘Parinirvana Day’ is a Buddhist holiday and equivalent to the death of Christ, although it celebrates the enlightenment of the Buddha. My father had a bet that he would for sure die on that same day the Buddha attained -

He places his fingers on his head jokingly like a third eye...

Reaches into the sky...
Enlightenment!

Or the 'Sammâ-Sambodhi' in old texts.

Supreme Buddha!

Imagine, young Allen!

...
Allen:
Did he, sir. Did he pass on that day?

MR. REYOK:
You would be suprised, young Allen, but that is a digression. I
must continue. My father continued to convince me that I needed to hear this story...I was twelve...and he proceeded. He sat me down, he told me as I told you that I must listen to:

In the same playful vernacular of his father:

'Every...single...word!"

ALLEN smiles

And so he sat me down...

He imitates the motion of placing a chair on the ground, one that is now accepted
as "sitting in a chair".

And he told me the most beautiful story I've ever heard in my life.

Pause.
He said:

He freely quotes his father's story, yet without the playful tone, but with his own,
true tone, that reflects the story as if he is the father telling it to the son.

FREE FORTUNE TELLING

 

 

post questions here

hi

 

my name is not Jif and my father didnt ever ppl called him peterson and I am not a major, I even not from the state.

 

see I am totally lied about my information and why that I dont know.

 

ofcourse, I do have facts in my life and it is good, I mean ppl luvs me and I am popular among my freinds, and have a good looking although I dont show my real pics on my profiles.

 

I dont know whats r going with me, but truly I am not a siko or even a sick fellow , cause I have many scusses in my life.

 

for real I am 32 yrs old , for real I do earn much , for real I do love to look handsome , for real I am beloved from my family and freinds and collegs , for real I have that infulnce on women , GOD I am proffessional in that space, I didnt get close to guys whom expert in that or even learn it from any body it is just a GIFT, and for real I abused it , dam I achieve a great sucsses in that I mean ruining and abusing all the relationships I have in my entire life and with no fuckin reasonable reason.

 

I was totally un rational in my movies I mean the last move (the next step of a relationship) how am I a looser all those fine ladies , they hate me for sure now although I think they feel sympthic about me .

 

see what I come to , a poor guy .. thats will be too long, if I kept writing in that topic .. I prefer enough for now.

 

I will do nothing to that blog unless I recieved from a caring ppl an invtiation to do so .. as I want to do it right for just one time , for just one time the truth of me.

 

thanks for the time u paid for reading this lines, pls accpet my apolgizes if it didnt mark in yr heart or even mind .

 

bye for now

 

major (false)