Wounded in life, I seek to staunch the wounds of others . . . . --xoj

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God's tapestry, all creation, my greatest value an attempt to live/love for: in gratitude, mercy, forgiveness, regardless of Age, Race, Creed, Gender, Gender Proclivities, or Generosity . . . seeking to make redemtion salvation & resurrection potential in all unique, precious, individual lives, human, plant, animal, world. . . .through words & images - Jack Spratt ... KISS

Saturday, August 11, 2012


120811 19:42 
Light transitions from outside in to inside out. I will miss this incubus of my becoming what lies ahead. The rumors of my release are only that since I've learned to dwell in the present breathe without concern for what comes next just the now utterly innocent being. 

I know the author better now surprisingly so because I fought so hard to retain the wonder and discovery as it unfolded.  In the process discovering things about why I did and do the how I do.

. . . & in the end we are The Country & The Church since it holds the bones of our children their pets and our selves who in creating it own it totally 
Not those who game the system and say they own anything they choose giving nothing for nothing: slavery stopped a long time ago.

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120809 04:41 & next

Some days start on the up others on a down. Yesterday was just the usual run around. 

Today I found myself tied to walls with cords, infused & transfused. Guess what I’m in hospital losing my balls well at least one of them. 

Mention was made here and there about pain but no balls were detailed being decorous there was no temp just this pain getting worse hourly . Simultaneously I’d begun to notice a remarkable change of style not how or why I write but the approach needing more sleep between sessions etc.

There had been a previous occasion of testicular inflammation two or three years ago forgotten until now, nowhere near as mystical.  I was able to keep both testicles then, this time I lost one and the parting was revelatory.  I noticed an immediate improvement in my breathing upon awakening. Thereafter came several surreal events based on common words began to occur.

I have concluded that if I lead you into my experience as fiction, poetry or as a report it will remain merely that. Perhaps marginally less so by the following choice but it is my personal knowledge of God that forms my story as follow. Our relationship with God is our gift in response to Gods gifts to you. I have wondered far and wide of my ideal and current understanding is emphatic. 

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