The Future of "Abba's Way"

"Abba's Way" is now a book, a mode of living, and a series.

As a book, "Abba's Way" is simply out there. The initial seventy meditations are available in hardcover, paperback and e-book form

How goes it?

I cannot answer yet, but I will know more in a few weeks when the iUniverse statistics for January are made available.

I do not live for a huge audience for this.

It will be disturbing to those who are partisans of organizad religion. It will be more appealing to those who cotton to the lyrics of John Lennon's "Imagine".

For, at heart, "Abba's Way" is not merely a true and profound theological assertion, but also an assertion that the time of violence and the values of violence has ended. That is, violence must now be replaced by accommodation, negotiation, retreat from the manly virtues, affirmation of a higher human state, of an Abba-infused culture.

The future of "Abba's Way" is therefore the future of the world under the seal of imagination, creativity, change and hope.

So "Abba's Way" is a mode of living.

It is a series also. The second volume will be similar to the first, only written not as the words of Jesus to the world, but as the words of one on Abba's way IN the world.

Some of the entries are the most recent in this blog. Many are merely titles now, waiting for those most life-filled moments when the work of Abba's way is done.

Abba's Way 1 Is Now An E-Book

The first volume of Abba's Way is available as an ebook for the modest price of $6. Since it is really a dip-in-an-out meditative book, it makes sense to have it as an ebook that will always deliver you to where you were last reading.

Click here to visit the Ebook Mall and Purchase Abba's Way

On Games

Games are a conundrum that's so profound,
Sheer puzzlement abounds and overflows.
I speak of games whose echoes may resound
Deep in the depths where no one ever goes.

I disclude games with others on their face;
It's not too hard to see their large appeal.
I speak of games that open inner space,
Where competition with oneself seems real.

It is this competition I would plumb,
When games are played solo, one against ... who?
Is it myself? Or am I playing dumb?
Or is it self-division? Is that true?

And what of the computer I oppose?
Or virtual opponents? Is that strange?
The hours I have spent nobody knows,
I have a sense that I may never change

Is it like smoking was before I stopped?
A simple, time-consuming addiction?
Or an adventure that cannot be topped?
Is it my private place in my own sun?

Or just a testament to action's pull
One decision, a hundred, any, some!
Roll dice, turn cards, fall fate, time full!
And what emotion might we hope would come?

I do not know. We all are who we are.
I see games finally as mysteries
For some a waste of time, for others far
Far more. A vehicle for thinking as we please.

Whatever rings your bell, is that the way?
Is there a whole life somewhere else that's lost?
How free am I if games exert such sway?
Could I rise up? How much would freedom cost?

And there's an even deeper level too
For if I walked away, would the game end?
If it's with me, no matter what I do,
Then finally it's I I must defend.

Ah, conundrum, you see it written plain:
It all comes down to how you see it all.
I shy away from every bloody stain
And seek protection in my own downfall.