Posted by HDotW’s spiritual contributor, Master Bubba Jin-Ho

When I was little boy in grade one, two brother live next to grandparent’s house, cross over and play Army. We imitate GI lingo jingo and place we see in WWII in John Wayne motion picture and dream the warfare.

Eighty acre grandfather own, perfect playground for Army. Like children in evil axis nation play kill the American persons, we made perfect our play to ambush and explode up German and Japanese peoples.

Our mission always go something like this: go silent across the stream and ascend the timber bluff. If without shot or capture we still living to top of bluff, we move secretly in surroundings of the cow pond to cross over bean field and reach woodland the two, where enemy ammunition storage is good and we executing the explosion.

The death was very much fun. It was great temptation getting shot by enemy while ascending the bluff, because then we slide and roll through leaves to the bottom, and bleed to the death and watch puffy white clouds sail far over the most high trembling leaf, and know the girl at school I hope loves me will sure feel terrible at funeral and sees how much guts I have (unless it was the closed casket…hand grenades and such…)

But death before too quick drew the anger too much, because there was not much of sympathy three person boys will be able to call up which the sympathy is limited for…uh…defunctness.

At most time, we every one buy the farm in the difficult sun beat the middle of bean field, our existence is detected, and stumble to the edge of the woodland, our each one body riddled with bullets, but only sufficient plasma in the vein to pull the pin and cast the grenade into the virtual ammunition dump of storage.

Like the Jesus, we love to die to save the world. We play it over and over, every time.

Raw Fish and Rice

After one great fun round of entirely obliteration, the more older brother said: If the United States will not had won the WWII, we will be eating all raw fish and the rice every one day. We agreed the whole: if the Japanese had win, everyday must eat the raw fish and the rice and horrible existence it might have was.

I grow up. In 1990s I discover the sushi. The nigirlzushi. The makizushi. The nori and the wasabi.

Today, I regard the raw fish and the rice the expectation make the mouth waters. Inside the city, not below ten the Asia restaurants major. The more have sushi buffet. Even the more grocery deli sell has the take-and-go sushi. Everywhere, the sushi.

This fate me thinks: American persons have been predestination to eat the raw fish and the rice, by win the WWII or by lose the WWII — no make matter which. We fated to eat the raw fish and the rice. Predestination.

The Map

Some things will be the definite to happen and you can put in bank. Pour a cup of water on the Missouri River, it takes the swing right at the Mississippi River, and the water chase the flow into the Gulf of the Mexico, but is even very interested to watch the travel and feel the vision how it goes there.

When we play Army, we boys the three predestination to go on mission, cross the stream, ascend the bluff, cross the bean field, and bought the barn. Like paradox, we take the plan journey with free will too, every step.

I think, before we get the born, we make the road map…our path of the life…we travel the predestination path, and free will choosing our emotion and reaction to twist and turn inside the full charting path, and free will choose what thing we learn from the trip. The equation no free will OR predestination, but free will AND predestination.

Peace, Love, Happy,
Master Bubba Jin-Ho

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