The Big Bang

NASA simulation




Eternity occurred in an instant.

The memory of all events began simultaneously with the physical occurrence of the first event.

The physical takes forever. however,the Memory of Forever occurred in a trillionth of a second.

God beget His Great Self with the snap of His Metaphysical Fingers.

Every event but the first one is (was / will be) a response to the one before it.

And all other events throughout eternity were  a response to the first.

Time was unnecessary.

The  result was total Knowledge/Memory and total Love.

Since Time was unnecessary and because all events evolved from the first, the first was a response to the last.

But In Truth there was no first.

And in Truth there was no last.

In Truth it is the same to say that all evolved as to say that all was created.

In Truth the words “was”, “is”,” first” and “last” offer no Truth.

In Truth, Time is an illusion.

Synonyms of importance: Love, Forgiveness, Infinity, All, Knowledge, Perfection, Ego, God, Memory, Messiah. There are many more.

The Line



It was a lovely spring day. The sun was warm, the birds were singing, and the wispy clouds added a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

Curious Abner arose early that morning perplexed as usual (the man had many questions) having just awakened with a REM time voice in his head still demanding, “Go stand in line”.

“Who said that?” inquired Curious Abner.

“Go stand in line.”

Abner rose from his state of confused repose, made his bed and his breakfast as the memory of the command “Go stand in line” continued in his head.

After his bowl of oatmeal, walnuts and one small banana Abner said to himself, “What a lovely spring day. The sun is warm, the birds are singing, and the wispy clouds add a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day. I think I will go look for that line and stand in it.”

And he did; he went for a walk, that is.

He looked everywhere for the line.

“Where is that line?” Curious Abner inquired; there was no one there to answer his question.


“Excuse me” said Abner to the first person he met. “Do you know where the line starts?

“I believe it starts right here” replied the stranger.

“Thank you” said Abner and the stranger went on her way.

And Abner stood in line.

Eventually Curious Abner began to fidget. Standing in line apparently was not a great way to spend a lovely spring day even though the sun was warm, the birds were singing and the clouds though wispy, added a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

Impatient and needing to do something, anything at all with his hurried, inquisitive self (Abner was a man with questions) he decided to return to his spring day walk. While strolling down the long sidewalk stretched before him Abner thought to himself, “You know, I probably received the wrong information from that stranger. Perhaps that was not the line, after all. It must be somewhere else. If I hurry to find the right place I may very well be the first person in line; that would be a good thing, wouldn’t it?” He asked this question even though there was no one there to answer.

Eventually however, someone did come along.

“Excuse me” asked Abner. “Do you know where the line starts?”

“I believe it starts right here” replied the stranger.

“Thank you” said Abner and the stranger went on his way.

And once again, Abner stood in line.

And as before, Abner eventually began to fidget. He observed once again that standing in line apparently was not a great way to spend a lovely spring day; what with the sun so warm, the birds asinging and the clouds though wispy, adding a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

And Curious Abner stood his ground.

Standing in line Abner wondered to himself, “If this is the line where are the rest of the people?”

Time went on. It was beginning to feel as though he had been standing in line forever.

Eventually however, another stranger approached.


“Excuse me” asked Abner. “Do you know where the line starts?”

“I believe it starts right here,” came the reply.

Abner thought to himself that perhaps he should invite this person to join him. That way there really would be a line.

“Would you like to stand in line?’ asked Abner.

“Thank you for asking” replied the stranger; “But this line is much too long” and continued on his way; “Have a nice day”.

Surprised at the stranger’s remark, Abner turned around. Behind him was a line of people that seemed to wend its way into Eternity. All were waiting patiently, no one was talking to anyone. “After all” observed Curious Abner (the man with questions) “who wants to talk to the back of someone’s head?”

But as soon as formed the words, Abner realized that he was looking into someone’s face, someone who until seconds ago had been looking at the back of Curious Abner’s head.

“Hi my name is Abner; what’s your name?”

“Betty” she replied and began to introduce him to several other people behind her. There was John, there was her sister Jeanie and her centenarian grandmother had come along; her name was Albina Mary.

Albina Mary had more stories in her old head than Abner had questions. (And as we know, Curious Abner was after all, a man with many questions).

Within minutes this part of the line was starting to look more like a party. And others further back, noticing that the restraints previously defined by the unspoken rules of Linedom had now been broken, began to emulate the conversational opportunities now being made available to them. As the line evaporated into groups of animated conversationalists, everyone involved gradually migrated to a nearby park.

By the end of this lovely spring day, the sun still warm, the birds no longer singing and the once wispy clouds having surrendered their touch of pastel pleasantness to the gathering cloak of darkness, Curious Abner  decided to go home, a practical decision (a part of himself with whom he was not very well acquainted wanted to stay and talk with his new friends) and he did just that; went home, that is.

As Abner crawled under the crisp, clean sheets he thought about the day and was grateful.

The next morning Curious Abner crawled out of bed, ate a bowl of oatmeal with walnuts, berries and a touch of honey mixed with six heaping teaspoons of rolled oats and a half cup of spring water heated for 90 seconds and went out to greet another lovely spring day; the sun was warm, the birds were singing and the clouds though wispy, added a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

Curious Abner (the man with many questions who now had some answers) thought to himself “I think I shall go stand in line.”

And he did.


A modern fable by Lee Broom




Who said that???


Travel far enough (it is said) and you will meet yourself.

And Live long enough Mother said and you will see that everything that you can imagine has become real.

And Father said Look it up in World Book.

And Lao Tsu said that arguing misses the point.

And Jesus said “Bang”, (loosely translated as “I’ve been here since the beginning and I’m always gonna be here.”.

And I say that Everytime I find a Truth, it changes. Is there any Truth beyond the search for that Truth? I wonder. No, I don’t think so.

My Fortune, my Fame, the keys to my Cadillac for an hour over tea with a Knowitall.

Peace? Perhaps an enema.

Lee Broom

Mythology in Progress


All of life is mythology in progress.

Twenty observers of any given event would if asked, give varying reports of what they had observed. In fact any individual’s story about such would probably be altered over time. Only in print does a story have an opportunity to remain unchanged. But if a story or a report of an event makes for interesting reading and becomes a part of history, historians are notorious for arguing among themselves over the accuracy of recorded events. And then there are translations to other languages. There may even be translations within the original language as time changes that language into something new.

What is important is not the story but the lesson learned.

By Lee Broom     Leadership; A Love Story.


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Memorial Day

CIA Budapest

CIA Fact Book: Some of the statues at Heroes’ Square in Budapest.


In Oct of 1957 Russian Troops invaded Hungary. Russia’s occupation of that country since WW II had begun to fail. The citizens of Hungary were rebelling and Stalin did what he did best; he kicked ass.

Three months later* as a gunner for the 287th Field artillery, I and several hundred other  young soldiers in my battalion, joined the 101st Airborne and the First Cavalry Divisions and we moved to the southern border of Hungary. We were not  told why we were there but we could hear artillery, rattling tank treads and machine gun fire from a nearby town. We bivouacked and did what we could to make ourselves comfortable but there was no sleep because whoever was fighting did so throughout the night. Occasionally we would hear a child crying.

As I lay freezing in the subzero temperatures wrapped in many layers of clothing I thought about friends and family who had died in Korea; I remembered pictures of my father the ambulance driver in WW I; he had volunteered as a medic following as closely as he could in the footsteps of his father, Dr. Bill Broom. Dixie Broom was fourteen years of age when he enlisted. As an unarmed driver of a four mule team ambulance making several trips a day to the front lines, he must have been afraid. Courage of course, comes only to the fearful. I was afraid but memories of the photos of my Father Dixie gave me strength.

The next morning as we stood shivering in the chow line with our mess kits rattling and our stomachs grumbling, the fire fight stopped. We had breakfast and went home.

Two months later I was touring with the Second Division in a traveling variety show called “SWonderful MC’d by Gary Crosby. Not much of a war story but it is my war story and that night on the Hungarian Border is one which will be with me always.

*To the best of my memory.

Lee Broom,

Space Dust


Experience is the progenitor of bias.
Sadie Hannah (Marie) Broom

The really important stuff you have to imagine on your own.
Horace Dixie Broom. 

Resentment is like drinking poison in the hope that someone else dies.
Frank M.


Rules can protect us.

Rules can also destroy us.

Rules can be made to protect personal freedom.

Rules can be made to insure fairness.

Freedom promotes freedom.

Fairness promotes government.

Doing nothing promotes nothing.

Lee Broom.


A Part of Everything


Remember those times in your life when you knew there was more. You were a part of everything, with no beginning and no end. Maybe you were in the park one lazy afternoon. And, as you lay there stretched out on the grass a butterfly came along and landed on a wrinkle in your jeans and at that precise moment you realized that butterfly had a secret you knew once, long, long ago. La, la, la, la , la, la, la, la, la, la……..”
The song: I Had A Dream.
The play: Living Love and Loving Life.
By Lee Broom. 1981.


When Love is Conditional is it Love?

Do you say “Attaboy” or “Wow”?

Do you say “good job” of “Thank you”?

Do you give a pat on the shoulder when someone gives you a hug?

Do you say “No problem” or “Thank you”, as a way of accepting a compliment?

Do you fold your arms when people talk about feelings?
There is always an answer to why we say that, do that, think that. Those answers are conditions. When Love is conditional it is not Love. So what is it?


Think about this. How do you feel when you are helping someone?

What do you call that feeling you get when you calm a child in pain?

Where did that feeling come from?

If everything we do is conditional and the feelings that we have at certain times seem to be Love, then where does that Love reside?

When we discover ourselve astir in a compelling stream of consciousness that results in a poem, a painting or an orgasm, are these not gifts?

From whence did they originate?

What do you think?

What do you believe?

Space dust?

Lee Broom.

What Came First (and How)


We often ask “Why”
when we mean something else.
Perhaps we mean “What is the cause?”

When you ask “Why”,
Do you mean “What” or “When?”
Would “Where” or “How” then give you pause?

My first guess is,
That we all want to know
A little bit more of The Self

The Ego that drives
The more curious to drink
From the bottle up high on the shelf

Curious Abner
When given a choice,
Today, will ask “How” every time.

No longer is “Why”
As important as once,
When his quest was by reason, sublime.

Today Abner chooses
To practice the “How”, asking Only
“What shall I do next?”

“Pass it on brother Ab
Simply Do the next thing.
Your life is no longer a Wreck.”