I have interacted with people from all faiths, creeds, colors, nationality and lifestyles in 44 years of spiritual practice. I have seen God Goddess in every person I've ever met traveling in 14 countries. I've dined and fellowshipped with gay, lesbian, transexual and bisexual clients around the world. You know what I discovered? People are people. We all love the same. Want the same happiness, the same joy and overflowing abundance. Why do Christians in Indiana think they are so special as to wish to ostracize citizens who live different lifestyles? When did it become Indiana's business who we worship and have sex with? You don't like what you see? Your eye offend thee? Follow the Bible you thumping at me, it says: "Pluck your eyes out!"
What is happening in Indiana and across this country is criminal. America is not a Christian Nation. America is a Nation of many faiths as it is a country of every Nationality on the globe. The Founding Fathers were not prophets and could not have seen the cultural composite the United States of America has become. It is now time for every spiritual tradition; and LGBT Civil Rights to be recognized, legitimized and respected without recrimination or criminalization. Evangelicals do not have a corner on God and God's will, nor can they speak to knowing Her Mind for society, this Nation or the world. Evangelicals in America have a jihad mentality and its time they had a reality check. Whats next? White Only drinking fountains and restrooms? Laws banning interracial and interfaith unions? Shame on you Christians. JUST SAY NO TO RELIGIOUS BIGOTRY!
Lessons About Life I Learned From A Banter Hen - By Dr. Christos Kioni
As Easter approaches we see candy chicks for sale and associate them with the season of renewal. It reminds me of an event that shaped my life at a very young age. The very first lesson about being knocked down I learned as a crippled child wearing a steel leg brace.
I was 6 years old. Ms. Kate who's tenement house was across the street from the bar, sent me to the store behind her house with 25 cents to buy cigarettes. I was a mischievous little boy and was nicknamed "Rough-House" by the bar patrons. I was always tearing radios and televisions apart and would reassemble them perfectly. I'd take a claw hammer and remove the wooden molding around the door frames and then attempt to re-attach them like I saw carpenters do. Needless to say, Pearlie Mae wore my ass out about tearing up stuff LOL!
Ms. Kate had a Banter Hen that had several newly hatched baby chicks nesting under her wood frame house and BBQ joint. For several days I had been trying to catch a chick to keep as a pet. The relationship between the mama hen and me was not friendly to say the least. As I was traversing the discarded beer cans and whiskey bottles strewn about the alley on the side of Ms. Kates house, the mama Banter Hen ambushed me! That tiny red ball of feathers came out from under the house unannounced and took flight, flying directly toward my face, claws extended.
The force of the furious hen's attack knocked me backwards, and my legs not being strong, I fell to the sandy Florida ground landing flat on my back, legs high in the air, arms flailing. That red hen was hotter than a ten alarm fire and she clawed at my face with her talons, cackling up a storm as her baby chicks peeked out from beneath the house at my ass whooping. Everyone around the bar was very protective of me. As I screamed in terror, patrons and boarders came running across the street into the narrow alley on the side of the house toward the direction of my frantic cries.
Shooing the enraged devil colored mama hen away, strong gentle hands picked me up out of the dry, dusty sand. I looked up through hot tears to see Ms. Kate and Pearlie Mae. "Rough-House, what happened to you?" Ms. Kate asked. Ms. Kate was examining my pretty brown scratched up face, wiping my tears with her dirty white, food stained apron. I replied in a heart breaking voice "Ms. Kate, the Banna hen knocked me down, but she didn't take the money!" In my clutched right hand covered with fresh bleeding scars; the money was clenched tight. The bar patrons broke out into drunken laugher and good natured teasing followed. For decades afterwards until her death, Pearlie Mae would tease me about my retort to the hen's attack. "She knocked me down, but she didn't take the money!" That little red hen taught me to respect her and her babies, but also I learned to hold onto that which is valuable and not let go even when I fail and fall. Your dreams to be the best, to become the greatest are more valuable than all the gold in the world! Don't give up on them.
The moral of of this life story is: "Just because you're flat on your back doesn't mean you got to give it up." If life knocks you down, hold on to your dreams. Hold on to your vision. Maintain your integrity and core values, but never surrender your dreams. With this attitude, you can never be defeated and you will always be successful.
By Christos Kioni (c) Copyright 2015, All Rights Reserved Worldwide
A little bird had a broken wing. He could not fly but he could sing.
A little bird with a broken wing. Children laughed at him, bullied and teased.
Poor little bird, he could not fly, but he could sing.
An unwanted little bird, broken and useless the others teased.
Poor little bird, he could not fly, but he could sing.
I want to be exceptional said the little bird with the broken wing.
I want to fly high like the eagles and see what they see!
You are broken, stay on the ground, you can’t fly his friends teased.
And so the little bird sat alone, feeling sad because he could only sing.
One day it all became clear and the little bird lost his fear.
This broken wing I don’t need. Differently abled am I, said he.
My voice, not a broken wing, will lift me to my destiny.
And so the little bird with the broken wing began to sing.
His voice soon heard around the world, in places he could never be.
All because of a broken wing.
A poem I wrote about not feeling good enough, smart enough or physically abled. I understand, because I am a life long Post Polio Survivor with a physical disAbility and I know what it is like to struggle with self-doubt. I hope you will share. Don't view yourself negatively. Look in the mirror and see your greatness in its reflection. - Christos Kioni
Dr. Christos Kioni