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South Texas Shaman III: Social Work Application

Friends,

     This started out as an attempt to return to my professional world of social work, which had to be put aside for the Training, ‘way back in ’74, and turned into something I think some of ya’ll might enjoy:

     Ms. ---:

     Thank you for your kind and prompt reply.  I will be faxing my resume tomorrow, Tuesday, May 2, 2009, when I can borrow enough money to catch a bus to the Goodwill fax machine downtown.  To be completely truthful, and perhaps so as not to waste your time: I did initially mention to you the ’77 Bust for a few choice seven-foot tall plants in my deep, secluded, wilderness paradise/river farm (six guns on our heads awoke me and my gentle lady Mary that morning: so marijuana does cause violence), from which the “authorities” neglected to put my Deferred Adjudication on the computer, leaving me unknowingly as a convicted “felon” all the years I tried to get back into social work, as I found out just a few years ago. 

     But I should be open with you: this metaphysically-interesting Event also brought to an end three years intense post-graduate Training, ’74-’77, on the First and Second Farms, spent in an unquenchable hunger for theological study (begun in my graduate work at Worden’s, Our Lady Of The Lake U., in S.A. in ’72), progressively complex meditations, mastering the shaman-art of Dreaming, and editing/selecting/practicing the most powerful prayer-techniques of the “occult” and the world religions, past and present, so I had already been out of social work for awhile.  This also, as per my Jesus’ long-seeing Will (He had been Shown to me to be in charge of my Training in ’75, on the First Farm), also had the long-term Effect of putting me (for advanced worldly Training) on the Street, and a website I recently published explains this, and a few other other excursions from the world of professional social work and other “civilized” paths over these many, many years.  Please check out, at your convenience, http://southtexasshaman.tripod.com, for a larger, deeper Understanding why my Jesus has put me on the street, in the wilderness, and world since then: in all kinds of professional truck driving (long-haul, Texas, regional, hill country, S.A.); as a VIA bus driver (every route in the city for over a year on what is called the Extra Board, which changes daily); four years as a taxi driver, -again, meeting all kinds of folks; as a downtown driver/historical narrator (I love my S.A., and shared 150 years of history with, and met, and made friends with, folks from all over the world); four years in those medieval labor halls (I am extremely powerful physically and mentally, and beyond pain, thanks to severe beatings as a child, and for four years made a rep among some a lot of humble, hardworking folks); supplementing the labor hall (so I could raise my precious daughter, Lea Christine, for a year and a half, alone) with twice-weekly visits to the Stab-Lab, -the plasma donation center; taking shelter at the Bunkhaus and at least once at every S.A. shelter, and occasionally under bridges and bushes (I prefer to put up a good tent, ‘way back in the brush among my wild animals, -totally safe); living in untold numbers of exquisite wilderness paradises as well as a few times in jail; and even an occasional paying job and apartment.  All this, with the cumulative Effect of better understanding myself and my Lord Jesus (and to trust His Grace and Power over this “physical” world), and all strata of Humanity.  I have also kept, since a brilliant high school academic career, and especially since ’74, on the First Farm (where I first took an intensely personal interest in the Biblical prophecies concerning the Last Days), a most intricate, complex knowledge of all national and international events, as well as their individual and collective effects now, and, extrapolated toward the near future, their prophesied Convergence in our lifetimes, and subsequent effects upon all, both human and in Nature, from top to bottom, prior to Jesus’ necessitated physical Return.

     I look forward to perhaps working with you and serving my hometown, if it be Jesus’ Will and if you help me past the background check.  These homeless/addicts/alcoholics/ex-cons/ex-vets/disfranchised/spiritually-needy/violent/abused/mentally and emotionally disturbed/folks in need of medical care/young in need of guidance and hope, etc.: these are my people, literally, -‘way beyond learning that comes from a textbook or an office  (no offense to my academic peers), and I have Trained ‘lo these many years so as to bursting at the metaphysical seams to help NOW, if it be my Jesus Will, and if you find me potentially useful and not too complex to be professional (I am too old/mature highly spiritually-Trained to not keep my spiritual views to myself, especially in inappropriate professional/non-professional settings).  If not, I already know that that would be His Will, and I will concentrate on the Book.  Oh, and you might find it interesting that my Jesus has kept me, again, in a down-home, secluded, country-looking home right in the city rent-free (waiting on unemployment for a recent job), thanks to a trusted atheist friend, and on Food Stamps just long enough to edit and publish the website and begin work on the much larger Book, -still a year off- and now to contact you.  But I have Testimony of His Grace going back to ’72.  So obviously, salary or title would not be important, and would not take even a far distant second-place to my being able to use my intellect, empathy, Training, and the Guidance of my Lord Jesus, as a Ministry (we each have one, potentially, do we not) to help my people, in my hometown (but don’t tell anyone, OK?).  Oh, and my resume is on the website, if you wish, right at the first (but I will fax you Tuesday).

     I would like very much to be back among my peers, -among people who really care about helping others, with whom I can work side by side and from whom I can learn.

God bless you and the Haven For Hope,

Ed.