The Judge

I did not write the laws.  Great men have put much thought into that.  It is possible to read the laws and understand how they should be applied.  This can be done impartially, and I do it. Except once. I had never seen his like.  He was powerful like a king yet...

The Prodigal Son Returns

When World War II ended, among the displaced persons in Europe were orphaned children, children who had survived in ruined cities literally hand-to-mouth: fierce, rude, dirty, sly, manipulative, trusting no one.  These were feral children, and when conditions became...

How I Became a Nazi

I remain convinced that in the life just before this one, I was a Jew in a concentration camp, and even a kapo, the head of a work crew in a concentration camp.  Kapos were universally despised for their collaboration with the Nazis.  Over the course of many years, I...

On the Side of the Angels

Perhaps the most shocking thing Mrs. Staveley ever said to me was that one should not be identified with the Higher. I thought that “being on the side of the angels” was desirable.  But no, she said. We have to suffer being between two worlds. This is a harder road to...

I Am. I Have a Body.

I am.  I have a body. I hear this said from time to time, and I believe it, but—-can I practice it? Almost from birth, I am treated as if I was my body, by people who are identified with their bodies.   This is the unspoken basis of my early education. So when I...