MYSTERY FRUIT REVEALED: What is the name of this strange fruit found along the latitude from Lucknow, India to Puerto Rico: QUENEPAS!

The wheat and the chaff grow together: Here is my eyewitness account of the Chattanooga Synagogue bombing of 1977. In that year, at that time, my research work took me into darkness; an encroaching darkness that I sense is fast approaching Our Country, today, as then; a time when I was at a museum of Jewish antiquities, at the receiving end of artifacts and giant, black and white photographs of the incomparable, incomprehensible, HOLOCAUST.

-=He sets the lonely in families, He leads forth the prisoners with singing=- Post Isolation every experience with another Soul is an amazing-joining, on every level... exhilarating. Laughter and tears in amalgam. Crystalizing memories. Releasing the endorphins that animate Soul and Appetite. The firming up of the bolsters of camaraderie of intermixed memories. How blessed to FEEL the embrace of a kindred SOUL.

I had a crisis of spirit... It's been about two months since I started yanking stuff off the internet and stopped podcasting OUR NATIVE LIFE PODCAST because I felt intimidated and afraid of posting American values and my own Christian views: But if you're wiling to die for your 'opinion', it is really a CONVICTION: Faith is sacred. Family is sacred: Life is sacred:

Every civilization has embraced the concept of the human as ‘temple’. In our time, we have emptied the temple of Spirit so as to make of humanity a merely expendable carcass. For the infant, the womb of the temple is its grave. The carcass of the frail elderly, cast away as refuse. With no respect for the body as the Temple of Eternal Spirit, compassionate humanity is forfeit. —es.

This Bonus Episode is dedicated to the SOTO FAMILY and my Cousin Alex, whose eldest brother, Oscar Soto, died recently. His family and friends mourn his loss and remember him fondly and with deep affection. My Cousin Oscar was a role model to us all. He and his family lived on the first floor left (rear) of the building pictured here. My grandfather's apartment was right above the entrance (left) and I grew up with the tight-harmony doo wop voices ringing below me, far into the night ...

SEASON 2 BEGINS! Ep. 1. Stories From My Grandfather‘s Stoop: NO YOLK: The Great COQUITO DEBATE! BRAND NEW COQUITO RECIPE available at: www.NativeLife.US

Like the Biblical story of Sisera's Mother waiting for her marauding Warrior Son to return to her, Mothers and Wives pray and beg their Son's to return to them safely, and eschew the bad influence of less than friends. Sisera's Mother for one, was never to see her son again. The Book of Judges: Chapter 4

I wrote this in my anguish for the Family: This young man was shot to death in his own backyard at a Family picnic, in front of his Family, by a friend, who stopped by, left, and returned with a gun.

Esta fue la canción que yo le escribe a mi Mami cuando estaba muriendo. Espero yo que a ti te alive como a mi.

Dear Bleeding Souls Around Our World: I Am With You: NOW, Let US STOP to PRAY and GRIEVE ALOUD: Before we move on: Here, We mention the NAMES OF THE DEAD, Here We Raise our TOTEMS of REMEMBRANCE to Our Loved Ones, GONE, ISOLATED, and on the BRINK. We are NOT the COLD-HEARTED, And say with You: Those We Cannot Embrace, WE WILL LOVE FOREVER. As for the Living and the Children: God, SOON. SOON! WE MUST BE RELEASED.