Baba Moon

Despite my past extensive work and my reputation, I always felt that others thought I got something I didn't quite deserve. The simple fact of being intelligent and working hard to achieve success doesn't seem to be allowed to us immigrants. People always seem to feel that we don't deserve it. Sometimes I feel that I can never really own my success. I did work twice as hard and promise twice as much as others in order to be considered competent and reliable. Discrimination and racism happens in both obvious and subtle ways. There is a "code" of silence. I learned not to talk much about race. If we complain we look like victims. If we are successful and talk about discrimination why are we complaining? "We have it made."

People asked me, why are you here? I am here to tell you the failures of men. There is something unfair about this. It is not God that has made me powerless since I observe memories and dreams and not the images of the past and the moment. I do not need eyes to see. With me the light is always light. I live by proper truth and error, but how sad it is, all alone in the center field of the universe. There is time, but it is not enough. I live by proper truth and error.

Since I contrast the real with the unreal nothing is so unjust that leads the way to paradise -- far from God. There is a cruelness. I am fair, careful, wise and laughable. I storm love for myself. I am in search of compassion, my power craves love. Beware my power.

Know my power. My mission is outrageous. I am here to tell you various failures, the unreasonableness. There is something unfair about this. It is not God that has made power unbearable. It is men of influence, success. What am I? This has never been my love, thank God. There is no meaning and sympathy, no messages. This is love, think, never way to dream. We are ready to fight, this is love. This has never been my love, thank God. Who am I? I was never what they say I am. I the terrorist, Iranian American, do I wear green and red and white, the old flag with the lion face? Do I love my people? What about the taxes? It always was paid.

There is fear and I think that is what makes a man. I've come back in touch. I am trying to make history after all. I am not a stranger to this life. I failed the old man. I know what failure feels like. The lovers of life are deserved not yet condemned fully forms of power. Life is supreme power. What is power? The world is power. Being afraid is power. What is poverty? When there is no power. In power there is no destruction. A thirst of power in a playground where how powerless I was.

October 12 2012 was a month of gloom. I saw the laughing faces. In my hand I held "United States of America vs. Nasser Hamedani #12972-111", powerless. The lovers of life are deserving of a power trophy, no particular power, but that of life, without body or spirit.

Sadly, fundamentally, without compensation, I remember I worked through tunnels of fear. I have come and I wonder to myself if powerless staggering back to the time of my youth, the dream of America. I am now lesser man of universe. O God how powerless I am in the playgrounds, like a prisoner of war to have me walk. I screamed in my dream, I left the imagination, over my shoulder I saw were laughing faces. It is October, joy to it's march down the proud days then cross the ocean alive with joy, a sparkle, a laugh. Oct 1959-2014.

That I no longer dream, so I cried. So this is a sadness of an old man. Still believe in magic and faith.

I've had the pleasure to know and work with some extraordinary people who have shared with me some very special proprietary time, skills, personal friendship, family and corporate values which equaled when associated in a special way become an extraordinary orchestration. Most of you have not read the material I have written. I am not controlled by the events of the past. I appreciate the beauty of my life, and every experience and person that led me here.

The love, soul and freedom, over half a century 1959-2014 in America to take on the paths, have gone extra miles in making life more beautiful and transparent. How his experience of these endeavors to explore - transforming ideas and then...

Here I am back to life. It doesn't matter how confused or pain-filled my soul. Whatever happened, has been part of healing, experiences that one way or another have brought me to the realization that my soul and that without that I am neither happy or alive since I observe memory and dream and not the images of the moment. I need not open the eyes to see. With me light is always light. How powerful I am to imagine darkness. I live by proper truth and error, that leads the way to the paradise. I am fair, careful, wise and laughable. Never give way the dream. This has never been my love.

They assume they have power but in actuality they often feel powerless and vulnerable. They do not understand the definition of power.

Toy of universe old age a child in the park, a man dying in the prison, that I am able to laugh at all things. All that I know and do not know, thus to conceal my pain yet not enough to say that in the heart of a MAN called Baba Moon.

"Baba Moon come home"

This guided me more surely than the light of the moon where they are waiting for me. Then I knew so well where there is a place, o night that will united, which I kept for myself alone, there was a breeze that blew from the ocean, with the gentle hands I felt in my hair blowing with the wind suspending all my senses, all things ceased, I went out from myself. I have learned in my silence when the breeze blew from the ocean. I learn best when we are in silence what a wonderful world.

What happens to a man in such a stable loving and treated with the dignity and importance? He will then begin... no I doubt I would be that kind of a man there are unfavorable omens in the sky! When they come to get my bless and when the holy man leaves a note yet if I should, I don't want to survive, I want to live.

"They are waiting for me, Baba Moon"

Life is complex! Life is difficult. The journey of life is not paved. The right road for one is the wrong road for another. I have learned in past years which I call mystical journey and the experience as a spiritual mystical event. I actually lost the awareness that where I am and who I was and in a very real sense this is because I have left this earth. I lost the love of family and when one has lost one self and love, all things ceased... I went out from myself. I abandoned and forgot myself. When the breeze blew from the ocean as I walked around the track in darkness and secure in secret place for no one saw me nor did I look at anybody. With no other light or guide the moon

guided me, my grand daughters Ava, Francesca and Amalie more sure than the light of moon to where they are waiting for me. I knew so well. Look up at the MOON.

They have control, what's inside them. They see the light with antiquity as a focus for hope. I reached heaven and I found God, a new light. When there is nothing for me to show, coming back to life.

photo credit: stasiland