Re: You make your children what they are. I am just a reflection of every one of you.

manson,
Prison's in your mind ... Can't you see I'm free?


"bodhi" <The_Psychedelic_Tourist@xxxxxxxxx> wrote in message
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Can you guess who spoke these words??

"You eat meat with your teeth and you kill things that are better than
you are, and in the same respect you say how bad and even killers that
your children are. You make your children what they are. I am just a
reflection of every one of you.

I have never learned anything wrong. In the penitentiary, I have never
found a bad man. Every man in the penitentiary has always showed me his
good side, and circumstances put him where he was. He would not be
there, he is good, human, just like the policeman that arrested him is
a good human.

I have nothing against none of you. I can't judge any of you. But I
think it is high time that you all started looking at yourselves, and
judging the lie that you live in.

I sit and I watch you from nowhere, and I have nothing in my mind, no
malice against you and no ribbons for you.

I can't dislike you, but I will say this to you. You haven't got long
before you are all going to kill yourselves because you are all crazy.

And you can project it back at me, and you can say that it's me that
cannot communicate, and you can say that it's me that don't have any
understanding, and you can say that when I am dead your world will be
better, and you can lock me up in your penitentiary and you can forget
about me.

But I'm only what lives inside of you, each and every one of you. These
children, they take a lot of narcotics because you tell them not to.
Any child you put in a room and you tell them, "Don't go through that
door," he never thought of going through that door until you told him
to go through the door. You go to the high schools and you show them
pills and you show them what not to take, how else would they know what
it was unless you tell them?

And then you tell them what you don't want them to do in the hopes they
will go out and do it and then you can play your game with them and
then you can give attention to them because you don't give them any of
your love.

You only give them your frustration; you only give them your anger; you
only give them the bad part of you rather than give them the good part
of you.

You should all turn around and face your children and start following
them and listening to them.

The music speaks to you every day, but you are too deaf, dumb, and
blind to even listen to the music. You are too deaf, dumb and blind to
stop what you are doing. You point and you ridicule.

But it's okay, it's all okay. It doesn't really make any difference
because we are all going to the same place anyway. It's all perfect.
There is a God. He sits right over here beside me. That is your God.
This is your God.

But let me tell you something; there is another Father and he has much
more might than you imagine.

You are not you, you are just reflections, you are reflections of
everything that you think that you know, everything that you have been
taught.

Your parents have told you what you are. They made you before you were
six years old, and when you stood in school and you crossed your heart
and pledged allegiance to the flag, they trapped you a in truth because
at that age you didn't know any lie until that lie was reflected on
you.

No, I am not responsible for you. Your karma is not mine.

My father is the jail house. My father is your system, and each one of
you, each one of you are just a reflection of each one of you, and you
all live by yourselves, no matter how crowded you may think that you
are in a room full of people, you are still by yourself, and you have
to live with that self forever and ever and ever and ever.

To some people this would be hell; to some people it would be heaven.

I have mine, and each one of you will have to work out yours, and you
cannot work it out by pointing your fingers at people.

I have ate out of your garbage cans to stay out of jail.

I have wore your second-hand clothes.

I have accepted things and given them away the next second.

I have done my best to get along in your world and now you want to kill
me, and I look at you and I look how incompetent you all are, and then
I say to myself, "You want to kill me, ha, I'm already dead, have been
all my life!"

I've lived in your tomb that you built.

Every morning you eat that meat with your teeth. You're all killers,
you kill things better than you. And what can I say to you that you
don't already know? And I have known that there is nothing I can say to
you. There is nothing I can say to any of you. It is you that has to
say it to you, and that is my whole philosophy; you say it to you and I
will say it to me.

I live in my world, and I am my own king in my world, whether it be a
garbage dump or if it be in the desert or wherever it be. I am my own
human being. You may restrain my body and you may tear my guts out, do
anything you wish, but I am still me and you can't take that.

You can kill the ego, you can kill the pride, you can kill the want,
the desire of a human being.

You can lock him in a cell and you can knock his teeth out and smash
his brain, but you cannot kill the soul.

You never could kill the soul. It's always there, the beginning and the
end. you cannot stop it, it's bigger than me. I'm just looking into it
and it frightens me sometimes.

The truth is now; the truth is right here: the truth is this minute,
and this minute we exist.

Yesterday you cannot prove yesterday happened today, it would take you
all day and then it would be tomorrow, and you can't prove last week
happened. You can't prove anything except to yourself.

My reality is my reality, and I stand within myself on my reality.

We have to find ourselves first, God second, and kind, k-i-n-d, come
next. And that is all I was doing. I was working on cleaning up my
house, something Nixon should have been doing. He should have been on
the side of the road picking up his children. But he wasn't. He was in
the White House sending them off to war.

. I have done the best I know how, and I have given all I can give and
I haven't got any guilt about anything because I have never been able
to say any wrong.

I never found any wrong.

I looked at wrong, and it is all relative.

Wrong is if you haven't got any money.

Wrong is if your car payment is overdue.

Wrong is if the TV breaks.

Wrong is if President Kennedy gets killed.

Wrong is, wrong is, wrong is you keep on, you pile it in your mind. you
become belabored with it, and in your confusion....

I make up my own mind. I think for myself. I look at you and I say,
"Okay, you make up your own mind, you think for yourself, then you see
your mothers and your fathers and your teachers and your preachers and
your politicians and your presidents, and you lay in your brain with
your opinions, considerations, conclusions." And I look at you and I
say, "Okay, if you are real to you it's okay with me but you don't look
real to me. you only look like a composite of what someone told you you
are. You live for each others' opinion and you have pain on your face
and you are not sure what you like, and you wonder if you look okay."

And I look at you and I say, "Well, you look alright to me," you know,
and you look at me and you say, "Well, you don't look alright to me,"

Well I don't care what I look like to you. I don't care what you think
about me and I don't care what you do with me. I have always been yours
anyway. I have always been in your cell.

When you were out riding your bicycles I was sitting in your cell
looking out the window and looking at pictures in magazines and wishing
I could go to high school and go to the proms, wishing I could go to
the things you could do, but oh so glad, oh so glad, brothers and
sisters, that I am what I am.

Because when it does come down around your ears and none of you know
what you are doing, you better believe I will be on top of my thought.

I will know what I am doing. I will know exactly what I am doing. If
you ever let me go before you kill me. And then I don't really
particularly care anyway, because I still will be there and I will
still know what I am doing.

In my mind I live forever.

In my mind I live forever, and in my mind I have always lived forever.

I am only what you made me. I am only a reflection of you.

I have done everything I have always been told. I have mopped the floor
when I was supposed to mop the floor. And I have swept when I was
supposed to sweep.

I was smart enough to stay out of jail and too dumb to learn anything.
I was too little to get a job there, and too big do to something over
here.

I have just been sitting in jail thinking nothing. Nothing to think
about.

Everybody used to come in and tell me about their past and their lives
and what they did. But I could never tell anybody about my past or what
my life was or what I did because I have always been sitting in that
room with a bed, a locker, and a table. So, then it moves on to
awareness: how many cracks can you count in the wall? It moves to where
the mice live and what the mice are thinking, and see how clever mice
are.

And then, when you get on the outside, you look into people's heads.

A magical mystery tour is when you pick up somebody else and play a
part. you may pick up a cowboy today, and you go around all day and
play like a cowboy. You put on a hat and you ride a horse.

This is all we have done. We have played like mom and dad. We have
loved each other. We have done everything we could to stay outside the
frame of the law, the shakedowns. Nothing has been stolen. I have got
better sense than to break the law. I give to the law what it has
coming. It is his law. If I break his law, he puts me back in the grave
again.

But I know this: that in your own hearts and your own souls, you are as
much responsible for the Vietnam War as I am for killing these people.

I knew a guy that used to work in the stockyards and he used to kill
cows all day long with a big sledgehammer, and then go home at night
and eat dinner with his children and eat the meat that he slaughtered.
Then he would go to church and read the bible, and he would say, "That
is not killing." And I look at him and I say, "That doesn't make any
sense, what you are talking about?"

Then I look at the beast, and I say, "Who is the beast?"

I am the beast.

I am the beast.

I am the biggest beast walking the face of the earth. I kill everything
that moves. As a man, as a human, I take responsibility for that. As a
human, it won't be long, and God will ask you to take responsibility
for it. It is your creation. You live in your creation. I never created
your world, you created it.

The only way that I have been able to live on that side of the road was
outside the law. I have always lived outside the law. When you live
outside the law it is pretty hard, you can't call the man for
protection. You have got to pretty much protect your own.

People would see me and they would see what I do and see the example
that I set. They see, when I am cleaning out a cesspool, that I am
happy and smiling and making a game of it. Like I was on a chain gang
somewhere once upon a time and they come and pass the water. I make a
game out of it, or I make a pleasure out of a job. We turn it into a
magical mystery tour.

It is not my conspiracy. It is not my music. I hear what it relates. It
says, "Rise!" It says, "Kill!" Why blame it on me? I didn't write the
music. I am not the person who projected it into your social
consciousness, that sanity that you projected into your social
consciousness, today. You put so much into the newspaper and then you
expect people to believe what is going on. I say back to the facts
again.

Where does the garbage go, as we have tin cans and garbage alongside
the road, and oil slicks in your water, so you have people, and I am
one of your garbage people. I am one of your motorcycle people. I am
one of what you want to call hippies. I never thought about being a
hippie. I don't know what a hippie is.

A hippie is generally a guy that's pretty nice. He will give you a
shirt and a flower, and he will give you a smile, and he walks down the
road. But don't try to tell him nothing. He ain't listening to nobody.
He got his own thoughts. You try to tell him something, and he will
say, "Well, if that's your bag."

He is finding himself. You, those children there were finding
themselves. Whatever they did, if they did whatever they did, is up to
them. They will have to explain to you that. I'm just explaining to you
what I am explaining to you. Everything is simple to me. It is what it
is because that is what it is. It doesn't go any farther.

What? That is all there is. Why?

Why?

Why comes from your mother. Your mother teaches you why, why, why. you
go around asking your mother why and she keeps telling you, "Because,
because" and she laces your little brain with because and: "Because."
"Why?" "because." "Why?" And you don't know any different. If you had
two mothers, one to tell you one thing and one to tell you another,
then your mind might be left where mine was. If you had a dozen parents
that you went around with and couldn't believe anything you were told
and then you couldn't disbelieve anything you were told

I have always said this: You do what your love tells you and I do what
my love tells me. Now if my love tells me to stand up there and fight I
will stand up there and fight if I have to. But if there is any way
that my personality can get around it, I try my best to get around any
kind of thing that is going to disturb my peace, because all I want is
to be just at peace, whatever that takes. Now in death you might find
peace, and soon I may start looking in death to find my peace.

I have reflected your society in yourselves, right back at yourselves,
and each one of these young girls was without a home. Each one of these
young boys was without a home. I showed them the best I could what I
would do as a father, as a human being, so they would be responsible to
themselves and not to be weak and not to lean on me. And I have told
them many times, I don't want no weak people around me. If you are not
strong enough to stand on your own, don't come and ask me what to do.
You know what to do, This is one of the philosophies that everyone is
mad at me for, because of the children. I always let the children go.
"You can't let the children go down there by themselves." I said, "Let
the children go down. If he falls, that is how he learns, you become
strong by falling." They said, "You are not supposed to let the
children do that. you are supposed to guide them."

I said, "Guide them into what? Guide them into what you have got them
guided into? Guide them into dope? Guide them into armies?" I said,
"No, let the children loose and follow them." That is what I did on the
desert. That is what I was doing, following your children, the ones you
didn't want, each and every one of them. I never asked them to come
with me-they asked me."

- Charlie Manson Court Testimony Nov 19, 1970



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