Chico is one path to heaven’s eternal life..

Posted on by Gene Rosov

…While many are possible, even available, for you, for me, for us, Chico might be one less fraught with dangers.  The paths are scattered around us, like emerald pebbles on a rocky beach, cloaked in gray mystery and essentially invisible.  The realization of the path, your path, might be found in the love of someone other than a person.   We all think we “need someone to love,” and it might be so.  The love you can give to, and get from, your Chico might be the highest.

The Road less traveled, the Path not taken, the Door not opened, the Chance ignored…. our lives can be littered with the flotsam and jetsam of missed, ignored, invisible opportunities.  Awaken!

In a Chico-like relationship, perhaps it’s the simplicity, and directness, the lack of interest in the root of all kinds of evil (fame, power, riches, and others’ admiration) that’s so unusual, and so (eventually) compelling.  Until you begin to pray with a dog, your dog, your Chico, key pieces of the Puzzle of the Door will be invisible; prayer elucidates and realizes them.

Chico, your Chico, is an entire magnificently assembled puzzle, the Universe’s perfect answer to the perfect solution of life, the Universe, and…everything.  Find your Chico, seek Him, and He will find you.  He’s waiting for you.  When the student is ready, the Master will appear.  If you seek him, you are ready for him.  Is the seeking blossoming in your yearning soul? Then look! Look for him.  Look at the shelters, in the newspapers, on Craigslist, in Next Door.  He’s there if you are looking.  Really it’s true.

Here’s a musical exemplification of the Assembled Puzzle….Chico’s enduring chorale.

Chico, The Magic Dog

Chico, the magic dog - Chico, can text and blog 

Chico, he’s lots of fun, - Chico, for everyone,

Chico, Chico, Chico he’s the

Ma-gic Dog.

 


Chico, the magic dog,

Chico, he chases frogs,

Chico, he loves to play,

Chico, he can’t decay,

Chico, Chico, Chico he will live

For aye.

 


Chico, he can’t grow old,

Chico, the perfect soul,

Chico, he talks and flies,

Chico, he’s in disguise,

Chico, Chico, Chico from

Another world.

 


Chico, he’s in your head,

Listen, when you’re in bed,

Chico, he’s clear as day,

Chico, you’ll hear him say,

“Let’s go walking in the night,

And romp and play.”

 


Chico, the Magic Dog,

Chico, he’s never wrong,

Chico, he’s right as rain,

Chico, he’s smart and sane,

Never will you find a dog that

Loves you more.

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Published by Gene Rosov

I entered Harvard College after graduating from Stuyvesant H.S., pres. of the Arista, perfect Boards and arguably the best young 'cellist in New York City; I was on top of the world. I quickly learned that Harvard was filled with youngsters many times brighter and more talented than I, and all anxious to improve The World (at least, during their freshmen year). I met more interesting, brilliant, committed folks than ever I knew existed; I started a residential music school with the blessing of the class Dean; I learned to organize, fundraise, perform at will, and speak to crowds. In due course, I graduated, started a laboratory, sold it; started a phone company, sold it; started a video-conference company, left it; and went through a few other entrepreneurial lifetimes. All the time, I had a dog, or rather, a dog had me. But never, ever, was I ever owned by a dog like Chico. The greatest characteristics of all time, honored by all philosophers, combined with a naivete that defines selflessness and grace, is rarely so mixed with forgiveness and bravery that we call it not just rare, but virtually impossible. And that's Chico. It's an honor to have him have me, a blessing beyond imagination and outside the universe of life and death, energy and matter.