Here’s the phrase, “Hear, my son, your father’s instruction, and do not forsake your mother’s teaching.” written in Biblical Hebrew. I had asked JetPack AI for the phrase, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.” and it gave me this. By many accounts of my youth and with my family, the AI response was definitely more telling as a credo I wish I had taken to heart in my teens and twenties! It would have saved me much of grief of drinking till I puked on the porcelain bus, aka. the toilet! Every hour on the hour (actually, every 55 minutes) like a trip to Daly City from Ferry Plaza.
Indeed, AI knows me better than I know myself! Oh yeah, like the message above the door of the Oracle’s kitchen in the Matrix Trilogy; Know Thyself! Thanks Neo.
In my Dao of Doug series, I close my humorous chapter, “The Complaint Department” about pulling in after a day of driving a bus with minor defects, such as a horn that would intermittently go off randomly when it’s loud blare was totally inappropriate–much like my youthful indiscretions*
*Indiscretion refers to a lack of good judgment, caution, or tact. It describes behavior, speech, or actions that are careless, risky, or fail to respect privacy. The term applies to both the general quality of being imprudent and the specific foolish mistakes or missteps themselves. Hmm. Ouch, this exercise is pointing a finger right back at me.
Having failed to create the image I wanted for ‘Enemy of my Enemy,’ I wanted to go modern:
I thought I’d be cute with this truism I’ve unfortunately learned from buying high and selling low on my Bitcoin proxy, MSTR:
And low and behold, here’s the next adjustment Jetpack AI gave me when I tried to change the format of the picture: OMG!
Lord knows this has been true for me in 2025 to now in 2026. My Schwab brokerage account reminds me my ‘unrealized losses’ from MSTR are $144,000. Dammit, I want my money back! And I’m still waiting six weeks for the IRS to finish ‘investigating’ my refund I filed on Turbo Tax on March 1st! Oh, it’s only going to be another six weeks, like say, July 23rd!
Fortunately, I have a Wheel-of-Fortune, Ten Pentacles card type promissory note following my YouTube Jungian and Buddihst channel to repeat the phrase, “I am wealthy, I am wealthy, I am wealthy” in three groups of three resetting my mind body and soul to the quantum frequency which generates our desire. Whew. So at least I got that going for me.
Finally, I tried to go for Little Miss Red Riding Hood, and the You Know Who in the cute cottage in the forest–with the age old, “Don’t Put All Your Eggs in One Basket” and got this image:
Here I was thinking about money, stocks, and more specifically, banks. And Jetpack AI rerouted me to the Spiritual side of Abundance. Darn. But again, another wake up call.
Finally, the full first proverb actually reads: Listen, my son, to your Father’s instruction, and do not forsake your Mother’s teaching. They will be a Garland to Grace you head and a chain to adorn your neck.” Not as contemporary as I anticipated, but a wonderful message with a very clear God shot.
The Dao of Doug: A Bus Driver's Perspective 