Crazy Faith

January 25th, 2012

From the beginning of it all I have been
accused of being an irrational optimist.

I stand by my position.

And I adore Alison Krauss for agreeing with
me at least in this one song.

We will persevere.

I lit my love and watched it burn
Asking nothing in return

Except the lessons I would learn
By holding crazy faith

Do not search the skies above, search your crazy faith.

Love is lightning love is ice, it only strikes the lucky twice

Once so you will know the price
Once for crazy faith.

It’s crazy I know, but my faith says so. It tells me.

But of course, I should have known she was my girl as soon as I heard the first song of hers I ever heard.

Gravity.

I left home when I was 17
Just grew tired of alling down

Pretty well sums it up.

Thunder Rolling in the Mountains

January 10th, 2012

A theme worth noting.

After what seems like years of [perhaps strategic] avoidance, I finally watched the Expedition of Lewis & Clark PBS special… on netflix…

I could not help but ponder how this troop of heavily armed [they kept stressing how they had the most sophisticated/best weaponry -shooting off cannons to impress the point of their stature, etc.] physically fit, in their prime white males, and their companion large black male slave required the direct intervention of a 16 year old girl. A new mother, who, while caring for her infant child and carrying him upon her back for most of the journey, proceeded to provide these men food, direction, and the required relationships to ensure their safe passage.

A trust that they, or at the very least those who came behind them, betrayed in every instance consistently and without remorse and continue to do so to this day.

And then I thought of the young people out on the streets today. These brave young souls who risk physical assault, uncomfortable conditions, loss of personal privacy and anonymity; all to do their best to guide us, as those before have attempted to guide us, back to the good red road. Back to honesty in dealings and brotherhood and kinship as a way of being.

It is not that any culture has mastered the art of it – certainly indigenous Americans were no exception. But the level of repercussion when tribes of peoples numbering in the thousands battle with non toxic, environmentally non impactful ways of warfare are of massively lower risk and potential devestation than those fought on a new larger, civilized, global scale.

So what is it, exactly, that ‘civilization’ has wrought, or brought, or caused to evolve?

More sophisticated scandals, scams, deceptions and elitism which has generated more greed, corruption, and deleterious consequences for even more masses of people than ever before possible!

Yea for civilization!

Can we go back to the agrarian age?

Thanks.

The generosity and assistance of the indigenous ’savages’ they encounter on their way, and the ultimate fate of those peoples, in particular the story of the Nez Perce Indians encounter are left unaddressed and hauntingly absent.

Instead, PBS tells us that the Nez Perce were considering, nay, on the verge of, murdering the entire expedition team, when an old woman spoke and told them not to because she had been stolen by others and ended up with white people who treated her well.

Let that be a lesson to us all.

Women betray their people.

But that is not the real lesson.

Chief Joseph swore peace with the white man upon that fateful meeting with Lewis and Clark, and for that his people were slaughtered.

That is the lesson of Empire.

Merriweather Lewis committed suicide in 1809.

Clark did not release his slave, who received none of the bonuses or rewards of all the other members of the expedition for another five years.

This is the legacy of empire.

We do not have the right to call ourselves ‘civilized’. We are not.

In fact, it would seem, as a group, we have an increasingly bad habit of wiping those peoples who are truly ‘civilized’ off the face of the earth.

All, in whatever form, in the name of Empire.

The Power of the Familiar

January 4th, 2012

Wrapped about us
like a glove
invisible through our eyes
Yet, essential to our being.

Certain.

“As familiar as the back of my own hand”

It is ours.
Irrevocably.

In some cultures, the language reflects
this knowing, this awareness of self and other.

I grew up in such a culture.

Not by nationality
nor language

Not by accidental happenstance,
but by intent and design.

By those who came before me, in my family.

From my mother’s family, well before me, the family spoke ‘Quaker’ or, ‘familiar’ English.

I grew up in a familiar world of ‘thee’ and ‘thy’ and an unfamiliar world of ‘you’ and ‘yours’.

As I watch the evolution of this family tradition, for there is nothing else I can rightly call it, I see a wonderful and dynamic unfolding occur.

It was not of my making.

I only was born into it.

However, it was what I was born into, It has become my way and through me, the way of the my children, as it moves in its ongoing way interlocking siblings, nieces, nephews, cousins and others in our ‘familiar’.

It is a fascinating tapestry of unfolding of each new member in the family of this voice, this language, across generations and marriages, new children, parents and grandparents.

It has a magic and a power all its own, this close blood connection of those who hold eachother in close emotional and sympathetic harmony.

It breathes and moves and ebbs and flows of its own natural cycles. And somehow, the language that binds this energy together in this family has woven a resilient, strengthening and mutually empowering chord of connection and belonging and knowing and acceptance.

Reinventing our language, as was done for my family by our grandparents and great grandparents has powerful and substantial rewards and benefits.

Whether within blood relations families or communities, the power of the familiar and of ways to acknowledge and capitalize on its underlying potential for power can serve us all well in the days and months, and even years, ahead.

What the familiar gives us is a sense of knowing. A sense of what and who we are and within what contexts we are that and why – it gives us meaning, in its barest sense.

Without it we are adrift on a sea of useless emotion and directionless searching, lost forever to trying to find our place int eh world with no compass of meaning to guide us.

With it, we are armed, able and willing to take on the risks that life must offer us if we are to grow and flourish.

Contemplate your familiar.
Choose your language.
Reinvent the meaning and language you use to express and engage in the now reality of your life.

And remember

Familiar does not mean static and it never meant without change. It is always in motion, that is its power and beauty.

Haven’s Replication: The Deep Journey into Oatmeal Molasses Bread

December 29th, 2011

When I was a child, and well into my young adulthood, I had the keen good grace to have access to a particularly indescribably delicious opportunity for nourishment known to us simply as Haven’s Meat Market.

The most incredible roast beef, cuts of anything and incredible hamburger; not to mention the signature lighter than air mostly holes yet perfect for sanwhiches or toasting oatmeal bread.

And later, the most amazing hamburgers on that same oatmeal bread, now literally the bun. Oh Man. I can still taste them.

Talk about to die for.

People came from towns around to get Haven’s lunches.

The line was ALWAYS long.

Unless you came super early and got yours on the quick -

You were waiting

But wait they did.
Me too.

!

For the last while,
briefly getting back into
bread baking…

I’ve been playing with that bread.
Oatmeal.
Fibrous
FULL of holes and mostly air, really
certainly the opposite of DENSE.

I’ve played with begas, and
publiese recipees..
Now I think i’ll add pans and butter
to the mix

The flavor is right
But the texture is still
too dense.
Closer.
But not there yet.

Ahhh
The adventure of bread!

Because We Must All Show the Way

November 4th, 2011

and can I just say to David Wilcox, thank you – for I have loved you for as long as I have known you and I am in complete accord with the loving and uplifting tenor of your heart song ever since I first heard you.

thank you so much. your heart and mine
and all the other hearts
who dare
will
show the way.

New THRIVE Theme Song “We All Have What it Takes to Thrive.”

October 11th, 2011

Just cannot get over how much I love this song – really really great stuff.

Here’s the first verse:

Cycles Repeating

The Earth is Speaking

Sayin’ Time Has Come

To Wake up From

This Nightmare of Lies

So Many Shattered Lives

Reaching Out

Crying

Crying Out for Freedom

Crying Out for Love

Carried by the Current

Till We Stand Side by Side

On the Bring of a

Brand New Dawn.

We Come Together While the Waters Rise

There’s a Stirring

What on Earth does it Take to Thrive?

Full Review of ‘COLONY’ Beyond Netflix Character Limitation Criterea

October 5th, 2011

This movie is a perfect example of the disease that is our modern culture. Bee keepers who stress their bees and ship them around the country to pesticide laden crops to ‘pollinate’ them – if ever there was whoring this is it.  And at the center of it all a ‘Christian’ family who are building a dollar based business on prostituting bees to local commercial farmers for profit and not making it while they have more children no one can support and who cannot support themselves doing this.

Where is your permaculture garden/farm folks?  You buy your food at the chain grocer while feeding your bees sugar water and driving them out to local farmers who use chemicals and poisons to survive (which kill your bees) at an ever decreasing profit to yourselves?  Where are your bee friendly flower gardens and organic veggie gardens and integrated animal and plant management systems which SUSTAIN LIFE?  You have sacrificed  your quality of life in search of the almighty BUCK to be PROFITABLE based on a money system run by private banking and corruption and you yourselves have become corrupt in the pursuit of the almighty dollar while you call yourselves ‘Christians’ whatever the heck that means in this context.

You own your land. You own your lives. USE IT.  Plant organic permaculture gardens and raise rabbits, chickens, ducks, pigs, whatever you choose and LIVE WELL in spite of the paradigm of ruthlessness that is the commercial dollar system – but no – you fall for the trap of ‘making money’ and sacrifice your entire lives for some new truck or forklift which runs on fossil fuels you cannot afford – put in a still and create your own fuel (Follow David Blumes work at permaculture.com)

This movie is about the war between those who prostitute bees for commercial food production and those who poison the bees for commercial food production – neither model works in the real world and so both allow each other some lee way in their culpability.  The truth is the system they describe is flawed.  If you were a bee would YOU want to travel 3000 miles by truck fed on high fructose corn syrup to go pollinate a bunch of freaking almonds in California?  and what happens when all the bees of the commercial bee keepers end up in one place? they do the same as the cows in the commercial feed lots – spread disease and death.

Don’t buy into this story.  Start a small home based hive. Use top bar hive practices – don’t harvest the honey or the wax.  Instead plant a season long flower garden bee sanctuary and an organic veggie garden and FEED YOURSELF.  The corrupted banking, pharmaceutical, big agra, big bank, big medical, big money system is a failure – why feed it?  Do you want dollars that buy nothing or a way of life that sustains you and your family?  Food. Warmth. Shelter. Relationship. The breakdown of the commercial bee keeper is the ’sign’ – just more breakdown coming.  Don’t try to FIX it.  Go your own way and THRIVE in LIFE with FOOD and SHELTER and FAMILY.

Just Say No To Democracy

September 30th, 2011

There are days I despair.

And those I don’t.

This ’spreading democracy’ movement of the “UNITED STATES’ corporation and the various media pundits and ignoramuses who follow it has a tendency to get my goat… but only because it seems no one has read their history – knows the facts or bothers to read anymore.

Fact is our ‘forefathers’ flawed as they were, and noble as they also were, abhorred a ‘democracy”. Why?

Because, quite simply, a ‘democracy’ allows ‘majority rule’ at the expense and on the backes of the minority.

Democracy means, quite literally, majority rule.

It is NOT the basis of a free people. A free people live under a DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC – a vastly different thing.

That rule says every man and woman is free to behave do, practice the life they choose REGARDLESS of the ‘popular opinion’ of same, so long as their lifestyle does not infringe on the rights of others…

Democracy demands adherence to the MAJORITY RULE regardless of individual choice and right.

I remember full well having this argument with my father before he died… A man raised in a Democratic Republic who had, somehow, through the years of his life, forgotten the distinction. And he was a lawyer – a man one would supposed kept track of such things.

In a Democratic Republic, there would be no argument about ‘gay rights’ – how one chose to keep personal intimate relations was never up for debate.

In a Democratic Republic, the issue of inter-racial marriage, abortion or any other ‘political hot bed’ would be well relegated to the persons engaged in such exploration or experience; not open to public debate amongst those not involve in the intimate decisions.

How is it that humans have been so corrupted by the par layers of power and greed and influence as to believe they “have a say” in any other human being’s personal choices or decisions?

Since when do I, an outsider, have the power to deny or allow the personal choices of another human?

Only under the guise of ‘democracy’; or what our forefathers scornfully called ‘mob rule’. That is the only way I have such power.

How it is a nation of supposedly adult individual thinking humans came to so betray the principles of their founding elders? Only by corruptions, deceit and massive propaganda which they either abjectly choose to ignore, or simply, ignorantly, fail to recognize.

I would no sooner choose a life decisions for another than I would hand my own personal life choices to another arbitrarily. That is the basis of a democratic republic.

So why would you surrender that perfection to mass rule? Other than out of ignorance?

You should not.

Which means, inherently, if you have, you have been ignorant; but that has all changed now, hasn’t it?

Assuming you are willing to do the work to validate the truth of what is written here and claim your own personal freedoms based on your own personal choices and stop attempting to make those sort of choices for others which you would never permit to be made for yourself without your consent.

Hacked and other things…

September 29th, 2011

Reworking what works and where and why and when.

Rethinking what matters to whom and for what reasons.

Standing and watching
as if alone
whom to be…

Nothing really ever changes, eh?

The world
run by tyrants and thieves

Turns involuntarily.

Some timeless timely clockwork
working.

But some deeper reasoning
lost

Obscured by greed

and an endless sense of entitlement.

As if God decreed

Your righteousness.

And you believed.

As the forests tumble, burn and die
The fish disappear in the wink of your eye
and the world itself turns inside out

and still, cannot appease you.

You roam the vast expanse of your concrete jungle

seeking vengeance.
or relief.

The Masters of the universe deal their cards

and you, left with nothing, fail to recognize your part.

Their GMOs, vaccines, drugs, foods, news, gadgets and media

Drive you, like the willing buffalo
over the cliff.

And you, at once alive and aware,

dead and standing on nothing but air,

follow their lead

to your own oblivion.

It’s all in your head – It never happened…

August 18th, 2011

Thanks to CMN for bringing this to light again – it is my belief that this is the center of the psychological malaise which has paralyzed and muted the voice of the American people.

Way back in 1963, and then again in 1968 – the voices of the American people, as experienced by those people, were murdered.

And so long as the bullshit line of the crazed lone gunman lives, the truth of the complete corruption of the government of this nation is dead and buried.

Thanks RM for putting it out there for everyone to see.

Even if the history channel is too chicken shit to stick to the truth. well, so be it.

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The Men Who Killed Kennedy is a 9-part video documentary series about the John F. Kennedy assassination by Nigel Turner[1] that began with two 50 minutes segments originally aired on 25 October 1988 in the United Kingdom, titled simply Part One and Part Two. The programmes were produced by Central Television for the ITV network, and were immediately followed by a studio discussion on the issues titled The Story Continues, chaired by broadcaster Peter Sissons. The United States corporation, Arts & Entertainment Company, purchased the rights to the original two segments. In 1989, the series was nominated for a Flaherty Documentary Award.[2]

The series was re-edited with additional material into three 50 minute programmes in 1991, which were again shown by ITV. A sixth episode appeared in 1995. The series typically aired in November every year, but also from time to time during the year as repeats. But in November, 2003, when three additional segments (“The Final Chapter”) were added by the History Channel, the consequences were so immense that the entire series is no longer aired, though the History Channel still sells DVD copies of the first six documentaries. Of course, the Corporate control got it’s way and the History channel no longer airs the series after apologizing to LBJ widow, even after one of the conspirators, E HOWARD HUNT, named him at the top of the list on his death bed confession.

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