Archetypal Hippie Speaks

 

Undercurrents in the Morass Mind


The morass mind consists of what the majority create as an atmosphere unlike the air we all breathe it is another medium surrounding us as though we were all under water and able to breathe there. Some agency instilled a directive into some laboratory either here or in China to muck about with what we have discovered about DNA and joining together what nature never has in order to create some virus that may be like other flus that have run through the human population world wide. Given it was created, I doubt its release was accidental.

              
There are many factors I can not claim to know though I see a trail of footprints, fingerprints, bread crumbs that birds disappear down their memory holes. Because the Covid has certain qualities that are being reported, how it targets those whose immune systems are at risk, I consider that in the making of this, the laboratory engineers may have used some pieces of that creation that makes the HIV do what it does. I am not one of those scientists, I am watching and integrating factors that whomever is the controlling agency allows of information to come out about what is being used to create fear.

               The fear, the authority mandating distance, arresting anyone daring to mingle with others for any other purpose than buying things in corporate dispensing-of-goods-temples are arrested. The masks that are like a chainlink fence to a swarm of bees in effectiveness of a wall one president proposed to stop an influx of people we are to fear as criminals from a poor country hoping for some financial help without me denying that some indeed may be criminals wanting more than help but the fulfillment that pirates and all such robbers seek. Fear as power to make an atmosphere that the morass mind deems true the witchcraft notions that got women burned alive at the stake.

               Despite the overwhelming power and conditioning and acceptance that makes up this respiratory damper of atmosphere that is destructive of brain with diminished oxygen for the greater amounts of carbon dioxide we must intake with these masks, a large portion of the population does not accept the conclusions that the media spews from the authority that it supports that had it behaving like a pack of hyenas taking down the president with a universal hate that exhibited itself in words that prove the conspiracy in the complicity in the exact repetition of words ( vibration of air on  our airwaves) on channel after channel of those who are supposed to be reporting reality not a point of view mandated by some source wealthy enough to own them all.  Trump’s wealth nothing compared to the hoard of lucre that has stolen our airwaves from We the People.

               Trump’s People and Bernie’s People had one major connection that they breathe the same air of knowing that the system is wrong. Neither Trump nor Bernie knew enough. I admit I saw Bernie as the better man. My bias, full disclosure.

               Both failed because they were incapable of telling the People what we need to know in order to overtake the immensity that oppresses us. That there is a key to the little door into wonderland that we must drink of some potion to fit through that door, that there is a red pill we must choose, that there is not a ONE but the all of us who are We the People….who must learn what one or another has dug up out of our archives requires at least ten percent of us to re-form our perfect union that never was as perfect as we now know we must grow it to. We do, most of us know, that women and people with more melanin are equally human. Most of us know that now. Among those who back Trump there are many who do not know that and in their perverse hypocrisy they support Hitler even as they worship one whom Hitler would have killed. Our Constitution needs that alteration to complete the liberation of all of us, we have rights so that prejudice does not stand.

               We are more than ten percent knowing that this mess is in need of change. Not one of us has all the pieces, but some of us have more of them. We do well to seek them out and learn from them. I have found Anna Von Reitz to be one whose research allows us to knit together the true and original vision of our great country as a Republic composed of States representing the people of each of those states. We are better off keeping the line of our history intact because it puts into place where we went wrong and how to undo that wrong and inform those who are profiting from maintaining the fraud and evil that derives from it. These who now act as authority need to know that we are the boss; they are the employees.

               However, on a lighter note, when I began this foray to inform those who might read, I spoke of undercurrents in the morass. Health care is a part of our invented atmosphere with this virus being the final straw that is destroying our wealth and independence because only the small businesses have been closed while the corporations mask, glove and distance their employees behind plastic barriers with mandates to spray some chemical onto surfaces after each customer encounter. They will likewise mandate the vaccination of those workers as a condition of being able to keep a roof over their heads and food on their tables. The entire world is complying with a fiction. My partner needed to get a blood work up as part of a physical, so he went and got his blood drawn. The next step was to hear from the MD about those findings and that was arranged to be done by phone. The day before the phone appointment which of course maintains really good social distance, a worker for that MD called to remind us of the appointment.  As part of the protocol she had some questions to ask. Had we practiced social distancing, were we having any symptoms? Had we any suicidal inclinations? Had we been vaccinated…and when we said we had not been, she asked if we wanted to be vaccinated…to which I replied that I would want it if I were suicidal. She laughed and quietly said “I agree”.  


Archetypal Hippie in Covid


There is a great TV show “This is Us” that begins with the birth of triplets where the joy of that event is marred because one dies at birth. In the hospital that day, another baby was brought in having been abandoned and born on the same day. The family who lost one triplet, adopts that abandoned baby. The parents of these babes are incredible in extending their love to all three children, attempting to understand their uniqueness and capacity. The kids grow up with their problems and strengths that get them through those problems.

The baby they adopted is African American and they treat him as one of the family. Indeed, because he is a genius and they recognize this, the parents give him extra support to develop that intelligence.


Now as a grown man, he is having an identity crisis because his family did not take into consideration that he had a darker skin among pale people. In this time, that oversight is seen as an inexcusable lack of sensitivity.


Sure, the world makes people who are dark feel different and exposes them to attention that is often negative and even vicious and dangerous. Yet if we think about how we ought to be toward one another, there is nothing different about people with more melanin except that visually they are darker.


Those parents treated that child as he ought to have been treated and how the world ought to have behaved toward him. Yes, the world does not live up to that “ought”, but since it does not, those parents, according to today’s societal point of view, had the onus of allowing that reality to be factored into how they explained the world to him. Despite their love and complete acceptance of him, they are deemed wanting in social consciousness.


Covid is a flu and like all the other flus it will kill those who are immune suppressed. Those who have weakened systems whether from age or the polluted environment and chemicalized and denatured food, will have a greater negative reaction to that virus.


For some reason, the government has decreed that this virus be treated like it is more virulent, more dangerous, more deadly than any other flu that has spread over the planet. The people have glommed onto the propaganda with the same vehemence with which they support the idea and cultural miasm that those who are dark skinned are different and deserving of special attention.


Knowing what we do of motivation, we recognize that the enslaving of people from Africa grew out of an economic need. The continued suppression of that recognizable community provides for other economic benefits as the CIA made money off importing drugs for arms and dumped those drugs into the community that was most impacted by poverty and the need for escape from the emotional depression that accompanies fiscal depression. The degradation of drugs added to the societal perception of that community as inferior. The fact that those people are not inferior and that imposition of poverty on them a conspiracy that would reasonably result in a backlash against their oppressors has the effect of turning the screw of hatred with the added zest of fear of karma and  justice upon the mind of the majority population.


Thus the “for some reason” that the virus has caused the government to bring out the excesses of quarantines and the shutting down of small businesses upon the economy of this country, causes us to look to a monetary payoff as that reason for the government’s response to what it is calling a “pandemic”. We note that the corporations and the people who benefit from these responses to the virus are that wealthy one percent. Following the money we find that the middle class shrinks again as it did with the savings and loan imposition on the mortgages producing massive foreclosures, and the other economic manipulations that have demolished the strength of this country for the benefit of that tiny percent that hoard wealth stopping the currency that is meant to flow from banks to enable entrepreneurs and businesses to flourish by having the means to grow which proceeds when money is lent to the people who have dreams of success in their enterprises.


The population accedes to the governmental edict by agreeing to wear masks and to fear one another. They treat anyone who does not want to abide by this imposed social isolation as a selfish being who would cause them to die. They clamor for an untested vaccine and feel virtuous and safe in having those chemicals injected into them. They ignore anyone who warns of its dangers or exposes the fraud of paid for diagnoses inflating the death toll statistics.  Hospitals are paid enormous rewards for each death that they register as being a Covid death. We must understand that bought science is not scientific at all.


Money must cease to be what motivates the world and if that seems too unlikely to you, you are hopelessly lost to a cynicism and depression that characterized the Beatniks who preceded the Hippies. The Beats wore black and drank wine, the Hippies wear rainbow colored tie dyes and smoke pot and are patriots who gather as an assembly on July 4th to pray for peace in an American National Forest. What they did not know was that the process for restoring our Republic lay in establishing an American Assembly in each state. That has now been accomplished and if you would like to leave the fear and the depression for the freedom this country was founded upon, look up and join your American Assembly.  


Deriving Meaning in Life


A movie Raise High the Red Lantern takes place in China in a household where the man has four wives. A red lantern is hung in front of the bedroom of the wife he will consort with that night. His mother goes to that woman who lies on her bed while the mother-in-law taps her feet gently with wooden sticks with little bells on them. How that became this family’s ritual of foreplay is anyone’s guess; however, I got to thinking about the reality that a family is its own small island of culture and ritual.


In Judaism, there are rules about not eating meat with milk. That fact leaves people wondering how long one has to wait after eating meat to have some dairy. There is, in the law, one precept for waiting three hours and another that calls for six hours. If a man and woman marry who come from families who observe different time lapses between eating meat and milk, they must come to a decision of whose tradition to follow. There are many ways to make this decision. The woman in Judaism has rule over the home so her tradition could be the one they choose. Some couples have the notion that the man is the head of the family, leading to his practice being followed. Another couple might think that the more rigorous one maintains the integrity of the one who keeps it. Because there is a reason based on legal dictates for both time spans, the people would never come to the conclusion that four and a half hours was a compromise. That idea would not be entertained.


Some families are gregarious and others are insular and private. A child brought up in one or the other will have a very different take on how things are done. The household that does not open to other families will naturally be all a child knows and that child will expect things to be a certain way until becoming old enough to get outside experience. Depending on the character and nature of the child becoming an adult, that revelation of others ways will either attract or repel.


The notion that the unexamined life is not worth living might induce one to look at oneself and the setting one grew up in to come to an understanding of how one relates to the new experience of other people and their familial cultures. Just imagine how you, even if you are a man, how you would react to having your mother-in-law tap the soles of your feet as you hear little bells and expect to have sex. Beyond that absurdity, we are just as put to the test of being authentic and responsive to people when we recognize that behind the appearance of normal interaction that they present, they too come from a singular milieu that they may expect you to blend with because they have not opened to the idea that you may be vastly different in your experience from theirs. In the spirit of this awareness, I present this poem:


Words Stick

by Jeri Rose


Words stick like burnt soup

to thin bottom of a cheap pot

meaning equally lost.

The means of letting others know--

forming sounds they hear

convert to sense, total crapshoot,

worse odds than track or lottery.

Comparing oranges and apples easy

Gotta hand it to you and I can

even with words.  My meaning,

intent of my heart, not mean

intent of nasty.  My meaning,

reason I am, not mean

center aggregate of all.

My meaning unique as self--

Do you calculate through

simple essay exercise

note, compare, and contrast

the difference between us.

Come to know me

when you don’t bother know

your special sacred self.


The new bi-polar madness


A philosophy professor at a university posed this question for his final exam: “WHY?” His students opened their blue books and began feverishly writing. Only two wrote for a moment and then got up and handed in their replies.


The professor gave an A to the one word answer…”Because…” and a B to the two word answer …”Why not?” and the grade of C went to all the struggling ones who took the entire hour to answer.


Understanding the slant of mind that had the philosophy professor value the answer Because over the answer Why not? indicates a bias about a framework of thought that is particularly Western in its origins. There is no denying the advancements and workings that the scientific method has wrought in its answer that fills in what follows Because. Because sets up the quest to know, to further understand and implement the workings of reality accessing for us all the fine technical electronic devices that are now added to the motors and cranes, trains and electricity that are a given in the reality we operate in.


However, Why not? embodies an attitude of acceptance of what is. It can be followed by Because, but it does not require that the appreciation of what is be augmented, delved into, explored. Because… is a Western preoccupation while Why not? stems from the East, from a sense of inwardness that expresses itself in the outer world encouraging the perceiver of that outer world to recognize the awareness of his/her own inner energy directing outward. The East encourages and does not fear subjectivity while the West denies the possibility of any knowledge (and science is knowledge) emanating from the vastness of inner space.


In giving an A to one and a B to the other, the professor has put his thumb on the scale and exalted his culture over another. That move cements in the idea of two opposing sides with one being the winner. Had he given an A to Why not? and a B to Because…he would have placed Because in its position of being second, of being a possible offshoot of Why not? Given all the human story that is told by the West, that might have been unfair for the results of our explorations and how they play out in the world are significant and may even become catastrophic. Recognizing that possibility is an important part of the story, but then there are those who deny that anything humans do can actually put a dent into the motions of nature. There is, in the denial of science, a kind of reliance on the Why not? side of the perception of reality. In the West, that capacity to deny stems from a primarily Christian notion of what God is and how God operates on humans, nature, and reality in general.


Had the professor a larger understanding of human perception, he would have seen that both Why not? and its offshoot Because…have a right to equal standing. Since the Western point of view has made its mark on reality, it deserves equal standing.  The degree to which it impacts the initiating reality that proclaims Why not? from which humans receive the gift of free will to explore itself and even to rearrange itself have made the Western civilization worthy of investigation, of historic and scientific commentary.


However, to raise one over the other satisfies the demand the West has for a winner. There has to be a stronger and a weaker. For the West, that opposition requires a winner and a loser and that means there can only be two sides to the argument. Thus, in this extreme model of the Western paradigm that is the United States, we can only abide and honor two parties. Therefore we are stuck with two incompetent seventy year old men, neither of which can represent the initial concept of human freedom contained in the vision that started this country when it rejected the concept of a divine right of kings and expanded rights to the individual. That the men who wrote that Constitution did not extend those rights to people of both genders and all hues of skin color, does not lessen the grandness of their vision but only sets it before our eyes to see where correction needs to be made.


The deeper problem sits in that obstinate requirement of war and opposition leading to a winner. Despite the complete insufficiency of the two sides to present a leader, we are relegated to one or the other. This negative choice is ingrained to the exclusion of a third party candidate, no matter how articulate, sane, fit, and sensible she, Jo Jorgensen is. The Libertarians have put up a beacon and we are told that our vote is wasted if we see that light.


Toward Restoring the Republic


Anna Von Reitz has a lot on the ball, she however says that religion makes law and therefore turns to the Bible..but there are laws of nature and nature is made by the living God and those who do not know-- the atheists-- can live by that law as how we understand that law is reason able and does not require religion that adopts the premise of God as authority to make laws that are based on dogma and the need of the priests to control the people...we can see that murder, theft, false witness are what destroys society and even marital infidelity...because we are humans not lions with a pride nor sheep and cattle with a herd ..we have had to progress from the authority of male might makes right to an intelligent authority for the sake of our social integrity. We have never had a woman king (president)...and the sexist view of women as unstable is just that --sexist, as bad a prejudice as racism. Melanin does not make a feeble mind nor estrogen an hysterical one. Our Republic claims separation of church and state and that is a principle worth remembering when we make our jural assemblies.


The Universal Field in Practice


Each one of us has a unique perception. I do not think of myself as having more importance in my perception than any other one, and so, on this day, September 11, I am like you in knowing that an event happened. Actually, it was a series of events but all together they add up to being that event of three buildings coming down, a hole being put in the Pentagon and a plane crashing. We tend to remember the whole thing by the visibly most telling image of the two tall buildings descending one by one in a giant destruction putting out immense clouds of toxic dust.


I had no idea when I had a voice waken me three mornings in a row in July of 2001 that this would happen in New York City, my birthplace. In fact, the event of being awakened by a voice telling me to go to Hawaii did not really influence me. The first time I was awakened by the voice, I did not get too involved with it. I got up and went about my day and forgot about it. The second day that I was so awakened was even less noticed because I was even more involved with getting up and going on that day and did not realize I had been awakened by a voice the day before. The second day was a complete blank as far as my recognizing that there had been a second event to the first. Only on the third morning did the voice awakening me with a dictum to go to Hawaii cause me to realize that this had been a reoccurring event. I had a replay of the two previous mornings that had now been reiterated this third morning. Now everyone knows three is charm, so if I dismissed the first and completely disregarded the second, here was the third presenting me with the insistence that some force was indicating that I ought to go to Hawaii.


Now, I had visited Hawaii, first to go to a seminar, and again because my partner and I had a couple who were our friends who won a trip to Hawaii and their hotel reservation was a grand suite that meant that they had a bedroom and a living room where we could sleep. For the cost of a plane ticket, we would be able to stay in luxury and have the delight of good friends along as well.


These two trips formed my impression of Hawaii. It was just too nice, too relaxing and soothing for normal life…it was a place to visit but there was something about it that deflected me from thinking about living on it. In gastronomical terms it would be like having a diet of nothing but chocolate cake. Besides it is tiny, indeed most of the seven billion humans can not think of living here. I knew that the people who had first come to Hawaii had earned the right by virtue of a vision that told them to come. It seemed to me that I ought to respect that energy of ancestral connection and enjoy it as a visitor.


Now I was being called to go to Hawaii. I have had such voices on other occasions of my life and they never steered me wrong, so I was not about to ignore this demand. I called the airline and being a thrifty soul, I sought to make a reservation that would give me the best fare. It was mid July and I could leave economically on August first. I then had to secure my return date. The only dates that corresponded with a cheap fare were on a Tuesday or Thursday and I wanted to be in Hawaii as long as I could if I was going to find a place to live during the short time relegated to those who fly to and fro for a vacation. The woman’s voice on the phone said that my longest stay would have to end on either Tuesday September eleventh or Thursday September thirteenth.


I had been in a car accident that changed my life on September eleventh 1976. Therefore, the date of September eleventh rang in my mind as a date to avoid flying and I chose September thirteenth as the day to fly. Therefore, the event of September eleven, 2001 has a special resonance for me. I know that most rational people would take note that this was a thing they call coincidence. However if there is an intelligence that has a purpose for us such that I can be awakened with an order to go to Hawaii, then how do I balance that with the understanding that same ‘mind’ knew to have my life change on September eleventh twenty-five years earlier so that I would make arrangements not to fly on that date AND to know that the voice that called me to Hawaii really had a purpose for me to fulfill in that place I had deemed too wonderful to think to live in.

Something of this idea of a universal knowledge of the real universal field theory that the scientists seek is found in an integrated connected mind is foreshadowed in this poem that I present to you here:


Eternal Egret

by Jeri Rose

 

An Egret raised itself

on lazy lush white wings

out of a drainage ditch

edging a corn field.

Its head pressed forward

lengthened the usual ess

of its neck with purpose.

Flying for its reasons.

The loft of its wings

reminded my heart of beauty

I felt grateful to creation.

Could the egret have guessed

its rise at that moment

would be my memory forever?

 

I could go on about continuity

about the connection of bird

to human heart

the fulfillment of our Godhood

in gratitude and wonder.

But only take a moment

to let in the concept

that the egret had its reasons

and that the egret guessed.



Flashback


The man in the film was speaking of his father’s suicide and suddenly I am recalling the television room in my parent’s home. They sat in two large chairs at the back of the room that had been made by closing in the front porch of a typical old home of that area built in the late 1700’s. The TV was on the opposite wall of that narrow room that was probably fifteen feet long and eight feet wide. The room had been accessed from the old living room by an arched opening in its middle and my chair was right there in the doorway. When the channel needed to be changed, I was the remote in a time when there was no such thing.


I remember that I would be told to fetch slippers or coffee, the newspaper or glasses if such had been left in another room. And then there was the order to get my father’s belt when something I had said was deemed worthy of physical violence being enacted on my skin.


I do not know what about this story’s recital of a fictional suicide brought me to recall those many incidents of terror. In fact, I can not recall any reason that caused me to be so summoned to bear the instrument of my torture like Jesus who had to carry his own cross. I do know that often the cause was something that was labeled my “tone of voice” and to this day anyone tells me they don’t like how my yawp effects them will get only an ire that they have no idea they have evoked. I was not angry when they heard whatever it was that they interpreted as negativity in the sound of my saying. They don’t even get to know how absolutely furious their assumption of some feeling that my expression raises in them actually now resides in me.


Most often they are people who think I am yelling at them when in fact I am simply expressing strength of feeling and not even negative feelings. Often my words stem from me being excited and what comes out of me is not negativity or anger but life viewed raw and present. I am not responsible for people who can not abide such reality. They never know how I will look at them from this time on. I know that they are people asleep in a cocoon that they hate to be wakened in where they dream of some niceness and fake politeness that I am not afraid of refusing to accommodate in this world that abides war, starvation, child molestation and abuse, sex slavery, and the destruction of both the economy and the principles of liberty that our nation is born from.   


Growing Up


When I was in sixth grade, Adlai Stevenson ran for president. The news made a big deal out of him having a hole in his shoe. I thought that was disgraceful and unworthy of a person being president and went to the Republican headquarters and said I wanted to work for Eisenhower. As I was a young child, the local party leaders came to my home and spoke to my parents to find out if they were OK with having me volunteer.  I guess, my mother fielded that one because I did not get to do any political action.


Looking back on the situation, I recognize now that Adlai Stevenson was an excellent choice for president. I can forgive myself for shallow values at that age. Since then, I have seen perfectly good public servants drummed out of the possibility of leadership for saying WOW, for having a private affair, for being incapable of saving a person who was in the car with them when they had an accident. 


Then I can also see that a good half of this country is willing to have as their leader a blatant womanizer and molester of underaged females, who cheats those who work for him, who encourages racism and violence, who considers the role of president to be akin to being a king be president and this half of the country are willing to take arms against any who would depose him.


I also see a Democratic party willing to allow that half of the country to have that leader if they can not have their choice as their nominee. The Democrats consider themselves a private club that has the right to ignore the will of the people and that party leadership considers our votes to be mere suggestions. They presume to know better than we do what is in our best interests. Furthermore, they wish to dismantle the Electoral College which was created in order to balance the needs of the farmers against the numbers in the cities. They do not see that they need to find the means to present a platform that convinces the farmers that what they stand for will support and be in the best interests of those whose vast land labors feed the country.


We are at a place in our history more devastating than the one we were in when we actually were engaged in a Civil War. The people are less informed and more divided and base their opinions on shallow and inconsequential positions that do not rise to the level of what ought to be public policy but ought to remain the concern of individuals in the privacy of their homes. 


This country was founded on a sacred understanding of the right of the individual to freedom. The role of government that decreed that government ought only be involved when those freedoms would impose on another’s freedom or to make alignments with other governments has been lost to the interests of this current time. I see no solution until the people can unite and take over these two private clubs and do what is right for maintaining the rights that form individual freedom and restrict the actions of corporations when they threaten those freedoms or the health of the populace.


I wish you all a Happy Holiday in whatever way you celebrate the season that exists because there is a solstice. The turning of the earth on its axis is the reason for the season. That is science and was observed before any other dogma was attached to the shorter days and longer nights.



Facets of Woo Woo


First of all, I need to clarify what Woo Woo means. Woo Woo is all that atheists deny. It is all that science denies as metaphysics. Deja vu is understood as being some glitch in brain cells. Coincidence is mere accident. Woo Woo is anything not real in the aspect of physical codifiable, touchable, quantifiable, bound by physics and chemistry. It is the object of religion, of ghost stories, of energies emitted by good and evil.


Besides the denial of atheists, people relate to Woo Woo in a variety of ways . People who deny ghosts might believe in God. There are people who believe in a Devil and do not believe in God. Woo Woo has a lot to do with belief, but the world seems to point to Woo Woo as real, seems to manifest Woo Woo in order to create or back up belief.


When a green house finch flew onto the stage while Bernie Sanders was speaking, everyone knew that was a sign of some spiritual acceptance of Bernie from a higher realm. Bernie looked at the bird and said “this bird does not know…” and the bird flew from the stage floor to face him on his podium. Bernie referred to the bird as a dove of peace. So what Bernie did not know was that the bird was not a dove but a green house finch. The preferred food of that species is hemp seed. Had Bernie come out for farmers having the mandate to grow hemp for seed and for fuel and for paper, he would have won so many more people that the Democrats would not have been able to cheat him out of his win. It is not Woo Woo that a bird flew onto the stage and the podium. Those are verifiable facts. The idea that the bird’s appearance was some heavenly sign falls into the Woo Woo belief system. Bernie’s ignorance of what the bird knew and of its species was not Woo Woo but an indication of his ignorance made public. My assertion that the bird was attempting to school Bernie by facing him on the podium and that the bird by its very existence exhibited a need that was expressed by the actions of that bird is of course Woo Woo. Whether Woo Woo has reality in this scene or is to be relegated to the atheist notion that there is no reality to Woo Woo is up to each person to decide.


I own a crystal ball which a person whom I know took from my home to his home in an apartment on my property. I was upset to see this thing removed from my place. I took it back and the man who took it went nuts because he believed that the crystal was enabling him to communicate with his dead wife. Of course crystal balls have been used for such means in many cultures. So while this belief on his part falls into Woo Woo, it has time tested continuity that if there is reality to this use of a crystal ball, the man may indeed have had some experience by using the object.


When I say the guy went nuts, I can describe his actions. He screamed, he flailed his arms and jumped up and down. This went on for a half an hour and then he grabbed the ball from my hand and said that if I was going to take it from him, then he was going to throw it into the ocean. He threatened this for several minutes and finally did throw it. Now this is no tiny ball, it weighs a few pounds. He threw it straight up into the air. If it had landed on my head, it would have killed me. If it had landed on my toe it would have broken my toe. It landed exactly at the tip of my toe, and I had only to lean over and pick it up. Which I did, while saying it is my thing and not for you to take.


I told a friend this story, she indicated he was nuts when I told her his idea that the ball was enabling him to communicate with his dead wife. She made the classic motion of pointing her index finger to her ear while making a circular motion. When she heard that the ball fell to my feet, she said that it was showing my ownership. I pointed out to her that the Woo Woo aspect of his belief was matched by her Woo Woo belief that the ball had declared my ownership of it by landing as it did.


She agreed with that assessment. She felt that his lack of respect for my ownership placed his use into an arena where the reality of Woo Woo does not have validity, but the truth of my ownership could be evidenced by the ball coming right to me. She sees reality in Woo Woo when it bolsters truth and what is good.


What good is God, or Woo Woo if my friend’s presumption is not true? If instead of being active In supporting good, instead, if the old saw that no good deed goes unpunished is the basis for reality? Our free will can muster energy, can grow from the dark deeds of Bohemian Grove the Woo Woo that has the power to lift up and empower greed, self interest, and lies and deception so deep that most people prefer to remain unaware and ignorant of its presence and allow those who run things to create a veneer of goodness. The purpose of this thin and insubstantial support for the needs of the masses, mollifies the animal, the essential need of hunger, thirst, safety, and even air. Yet those in power continue to play with poison that infects the air invisibly with radiation that kills us slowly enough that we can breed even as we are discovering that more and more of us are infertile since these powers deem that there are too many of us. Those in power also poison the air with visible pollution from the use of oil to fuel our cars and give us the energy to encompass more of the earth in our luxurious speed better than walking and even permits us to fly. We revel in the invention, just as we reveled in the use of iron to conquer those whom we encountered as we spread out of the cities of Europe into lands where people lived more in balance with nature and who did not create civilizations that empowered the numbers of population that ensured the imperial take over of those lands. We looked at those people and since they looked different, we were able to discern who they were and we continue capable of picking them out by the color of their skin, the texture of their hair…and the discernment is fluid adding those who add to the numbers accepting the slanted eye, the curved nose, folding into the numbers what still can pick out who will be subjugated by difference.


The African American male exhibits indignity when his ownership of the expensive car is questioned if he is not wearing the labeled suit as well because another force has been added to the method and it is one that has always been there. It is discrimination based on substance and wealth, with the modern addition of evidence backing the power of the corporation as what people wear with labels distinguishes them as having the means to enter the place of privilege because they have wealth and are willing to disperse that money to the powerful buying their brands, spending the power they have accumulated to enhance the power of the powerful.  


The European can count on the poverty of Africa to enable further destruction of that population by Aids and starvation and toil. Only those who garner a piece of the action get to have the wealth to qualify for entry into the palace of privilege. The poor houseless persons in the United States and Europe are as vulnerable as the village hut dweller in the Serengeti. Africa must be depopulated because just as the European can discriminate by looks anyone African, the Africans can return the favor to the pale European. The wealth of Africa lies in its land, in the resources there. The people, who ought to be understood to be the real wealth, are disposable. Their myths, their Woo Woo is as insubstantial as the Woo Woo of the Western world. Woo Woo of Voodoo and Woo Woo of the Eucharist and water into wine are of the same flimsy material.


A short recollection from fifty years ago


July 20, 2019 When I was about ten, my father who was an aeronautical engineer working at Republic Aviation on Long Island told me that he would not live to see humans get to the moon, but that I would. He was revealing a rare aspect of his point of view about human endeavor which he did not often open about, as he was a man of few words.


What was interesting about that proclamation is that some years later, he designed the toilet that went to the moon. So when Neil Armstrong made that lovely small step, he was not wearing a diaper, but had been able to function relieving himself of his waste on the way to that giant leap for mankind.


He was enabled by the development of the computer to produce this bit of addition to our human victory over our conditional imprisoning to the third rock from the sun by the force of gravity. He told me at the time that because of the weightless conditions the seat of the toilet had to be contoured to fit the curve of the backside of the men. I wonder if part of what went into choosing the men to go was a fitting to the device my father had designed.


As a further footnote to this history, I eventually worked to enable students from disadvantaged backgrounds to enter the University of California in a program known as the Equal Opportunity Program or EOP. I tutored students in writing correct English so that they could meet standards that they had been deprived of learning in the poor schools of ghettos of African Americans, of barrios of Mexican Americans, and the reservation schools of Native Americans. One of my students had worked to install that toilet into the space craft. He told me that while my father’s design worked, it was a bitch to install.


Now I live on Hawaii where humans are still interested in exploring space and have designed a giant telescope to place as a crown on the lovely being Mauna Kea that is the many years quiet tallest volcanic mountain on the earth. It rises 14000 feet above sea level, so while it does not rise as high as Mount Everest, it is the tallest mountain measured from its base on the ocean floor.


The stars guided the first Hawaiians to this small rock in the middle of the ocean as they braved the journey in canoes. Yet, some among their descendants are in protest against the construction of that telescope. They think that they are protecting the mountain from what they consider to be desecration of a sacred site.


Thus we see that we humans design still for our exploration and desire to increase our knowledge, but the actuality of enacting our will is still a struggle. The telescope is a bitch to install because we are held by a gravity to our roots, our perceptions, our notions of what is proper for our response to building upon our earth based on ideas of what is appropriate to our heritage.


Division Tactics


If you think being a Jew is different from being any other human group,whether you were born a Jew or not, you are a racist. The same goes for thinking that women are significantly differently from men. It is sexism to think the sexes are significantly different from one another in the essence of being human. Sure we can analyze and codify differences among people. We can note differences in bone structure between those from Europe and those from Africa. These differences arise from isolated genetic breeding. However, there is only a basic experience of reality that is human and our literature and art express our sameness, even though our societies have differences, as humans, we display a commonality of experience that marks us as one human race.


It does not matter if you think some group is better or worse. It is racism to think that we are different in some essential way from one another. Racism is not necessarily a bad thing as a conveyor of hate; it is simply wrong. There is one human race expressed as male and female. There are people who hypothesize that keeping people divided in their concept of how we think about each other, serves the purposes of those who rule us. I think that might be true; however, looking at human interactions, we see that the separation point of view may arise from within ourselves whether or not it is abetted by those who have control of media and the encouragement of our societal considerations.


Babies are born with temperament for fearing what is new or curiosity to explore what is new. They exhibit these traits before they are socialized to express them. Thus I posit that both ways of responding to the world are natural to us and based in aspects that promote survival. Being wary keeps one alive but so does curiosity. The conservative and the liberal are both valid viewpoints and can add to human civilization.


Anthropology explores groups and some are found not to have any reaction to a stranger as dangerous or different. There is a story about a European who came into contact with a Native American tribe. It was winter and all were hungry and a deer had been killed and was to be shared among the people. The European, as a guest, was given first pick at the meat and he took all the fat that was around the kidneys. Deer meat is low in fat and when people are hungry they need fat. His selfish act got him called by a name that means the one who takes the fat. At that point, the Native Americans had an idea that all Europeans would be as selfish and uncaring of the needs of the group as that representative had shown. They were not wrong. They had witnessed an action based on a cultural ethic that showed that the people of Europe did not have what they considered basic manners.


There was, undoubtedly, a point in our human history, when coming on a band of strangers might have raised fear. We see this when monkey troops find themselves encountering one another. That fear was a survival factor when one group might have wanted the territory of the other group. At some point in human development, humans came to the conclusion that being human meant being civilized and that meant allaying those fears of difference and the possibility of aggression because all humans were expected to have come to the position of being kind and caring of one another. People who had that ethos were easy marks for those who sought to conquer. Stealing land and women and materials was the norm for some groups. The Europeans were not the only ones practicing that aggression. We see it in Asia and in the Middle East, among some Native American tribes and some African ones as well.


We can understand that the scarcity of water in the Middle East was a part of the fierce territoriality of that culture. If we look at other places where such uncivilized and aggressive actions are the norm, we will see that they stem from similar scarcity whether induced by climate or a lack of access to abundance. I think that the main thrust of this essay’s exploration is to recognize that those who are in control of the wealth such that 1% hoard more than the wealth of 50% of humanity, have an agenda to promote scarcity in order to keep humans divided and sure that their needs will not be met without depriving others. Somehow the perpetuation of the notion that we are different, keeps us focused on each other instead of noticing that the currency is dammed up and hoarded by a small number who differ from us only in their holding onto what would encourage us to be kind to one another when we live with prosperity and abundance.     



Correspondence and Confirmation


Walking out of the local health food store, I overheard a young man talking about having startled a turtle that then left its shell and dove into the ocean. I placed my purchases in my truck and returned to ask what he had been smoking? Skylar was sitting at one of the tables placed outside of that store for people to eat from the lunch bar inside. He was eating what looked like a delightful healthy meal with a young woman named Liana. He was blonde and she a raven; both were attractive and millennial. Neither of them batted an eye at my humorous intrusion. We introduced ourselves and Skylar told me, to answer my question, that this had been a dream. He told me more of the dream.


He had felt bad to have startled the turtle, so he backed away in order to allow the turtle to return and retrieve its shell. However, in the time span of the dream he recognized that there was a possibility that someone could come along and take the shell. Therefore he spent a half an hour guarding it until the turtle returned.


I said nothing delighted to hear the dream but not wanting to intrude; however, Liana seemed to sense that I might have something to say and asked what the dream meant. I said, “yes I do dream interpretation. This is a message from your subconscious to let you know about your spiritual development. You were aware that you had startled the turtle and took responsibility for having done that. Furthermore, you not only were respectful and aware, but also protective of the creature ensuring that it could be restored to its wholeness, by foreseeing that others in the world might do something out of ignorance to disable it.”


Skyler flushed and then said that a few days later he had gone to where this dream had been manifested. He had seen a turtle and had gone into the water to the side where he would not disturb it, but would be able to see it. He was surprised that the turtle which had seemed to be coming toward him when he was on the land, turned and headed for him. He watched it but decided that he should not stay. He swam back to land and got out. The turtle turned and headed for the land and got out of the water near him. He went and got his guitar and serenaded the turtle for a half an hour and it sat and listened.


I told Skyler that the natural real world was confirming his internal teaching. He was being told that the spirit was real not only in its message through the dream, but in the intelligence that connects us all in this world despite all the claims of those who do not recognize that truth. There is a correspondence between us in our internal state and the natural world. He was being allowed to know his real place and significance as a being in life.


I am writing of his experience and knowledge here in hopes that it helps any reader who is unsure of their own connection and the correspondence of their life's meaning that they may have been shown. In this world denial of the possibility of such a connection is rife and people need assurance that their lives and meaning are unified from the inside out. As a result of an ignorance and manipulative deceit denying this truth, too many lose their way and never recognize such a message. At its most simplistic our world deems such ideas fantastic leaving those, who do not lose that path, without having someone give them the support of telling them that there is a truth that fulfills and is there for each of us designed for our unique individuality. Remember to take the time to serenade the turtles in your life in your special way.  


Lessons We Must Learn


When I was in the cloud forest of Costa Rica, I experienced personally that the weather was near perfect. The trees were tall and spread their branches forming a roof above which was a continuous layer of clouds. If I got a bit cool, all I had to do was go where one of the giant trees had fallen breaking the continuity of the canopy, and as a result of that one tree being gone, the hole in the canopy produced a hole in the clouds above...the sun came through. I would sit on the trunk of the fallen tree and warm up and once warmed by that extremely hot sun, I would return to be under the canopy where the clouds also existed above and be comfortable again. That experience taught me so much about the inter-dependency of trees, sky and weather.


“Thus, I was of the opinion...”


Even as a child, I was clear that humans are equal in their rights although very different in their capabilities.Thus, I have always been against discrimination. On the other hand, in my recognition of our equality, I also recognize the right of an individual to have prejudices and to wish to discriminate. Thus, I was of the opinion that a person who had beliefs that made them refuse to serve a person in a business that was private and not an essential need had that right to so discriminate. 


Recently, I read an article that changed my mind. Two lesbians were denied a rental stay in a hotel due to the religious beliefs of the owner of the hotel. One sentence in the article changed my opinion and cleared up what for me had caused discord in my mind. The distinction was that the religious owner has a right to her beliefs but does not have a right to act in a discriminatory manner to a public that enters her inn.


I am pleased to have that confusion resolved, however my sense of irony recognizes that the owner does have the right to post signs quoting the Bible verses that support and form her beliefs. Just as those who want to deter African Americans and those who detest discrimination against African Americans from their establishment can fly the flag of the Confederacy, so too this hotel owner can plaster her inn with such statements that support her ideas about those whose sexual preferences she believes are contrary to God's commandment.


Perfect


It kind of pisses me off when people say of themselves, "I am not perfect" because everyone is perfect. They are the only one like them and that perfection is the only perfection because God made it all. Yes, we can mess up what is in alignment for us to be and fail the perfection that is ours to obtain working through the situation of our lives, but we are still perfect because it is our choice and it is uniquely ours; not one of us can be other than who we are. We are perfectly true to ourselves even when we are wrong and go against the initiating love and intelligence that we are bestowed as our gift of being human. So just quit saying you are not perfect because the concept of some perfection that we all miss is not created...there is no template of human that we all must be like as though we are capable of being one thing alike to some idea. We are perfect in difference in uniqueness and in individuality


Bread and Circuses


Do you recall the Mary Tyler Moore show? At the beginning, she is shopping for food and she picks up a piece of meat on one of those styrofoam rectangles wrapped in plastic. She looks at it and kind of gives it a shake with her hand and throws it into her shopping cart while her face takes on an expression conveying disgust and boredom. NOTHING so exhibits the problem of our society for me as that depiction of our relation to sustenance in our lives.


There are people who are dying for the food that cow ate before becoming a dead piece of meat. There are people who can not even imagine the luxury of food available and delivered as presented. The styrofoam is bad for the planet, but we use it, ignoring the consequences.


A friend saw a mound of things on the sidewalk that were left by an eviction. There was a notebook...and in it written in a child's hand was a poem:


We have food today

O boy!

We have food today!


I do not think we have to be that hungry to be excited and happy to have food. I know that health and rich in nutrients food are in a perfect relationship of joy and appetite.


I do think we can take action to alleviate the misery of hunger in our country when we are people who are healthy in mind and heart and body. I am sure that there is a correlation between ourselves and those whom we may not know, but who, with a little extension, we can know and help.



Jumping Through Time in My Life


There is here. There is before. Because it keeps coming at us, there is the presumed later coming here. All of that is stuck in our perception of it. We can layer it with meaning or not. The gecko climbs down the papers enumerating the debts of people who have borrowed from me whom I hope will repay the kindness not meant as a gift but a reprieve. The gecko is looking at my feet and thinking of checking me out for anything edible. It will not bite me, but hopes for something. The gecko jumps and walks up from my foot to my knee and finding nothing, goes to check out my environs. I welcome it to eat any bug or crumb that might draw a bug. The gecko is my friend and whether it considers me a friend, I do not know, but it does not fear me and that is friendship in its world.


          
      The gecko has climbed up the empty bottle and is trying to glean something from under the cap. I move slowly to remove the cap and give it access to all the goodies within because though it is empty to me, the bottle is replete with drops that would fill a gecko’s desire. The gecko jumps away even though I move slowly. I get the top off and wait. The gecko returns, but having learned that the bottle is shut, it does not check again to learn that I removed the top. It jumps into my waste can looking for what I have tossed there. I am sorry I did not leave the top off in the first place.


                I think my regrets are a waste of emotion. When I was three, a medical doctor came when I had a cold and gave me an injection. He did not tell me what he was going to do. He put me face down over the bed and dropped my pajamas and stabbed a needle into my buttock. I naturally clenched and there was a silence. He and my mother were staring at his needle in horror because the needle had broken inside my body. I did not know. Then my mother took me to a place. I did not know what the place was. She removed my clothes in this strange place and put me in pajamas. She pointed out that the pajamas were like my own. They were white cotton with cartoon characters. They had feet at the bottom of the legs and a flap over my butt and they closed with snaps. They were exactly like the ones I wore at home. Then a woman came in with a chair on wheels. It had a tall back and seat that were of woven cane. I was told to sit in the chair.


                I said that I could walk. She thought otherwise and recruited another woman to help pick me up and carry me. I struggled mightily and kicked one in the face and they got a couple more to hold me and put me in a crib in a room with lots of other children. They put stuffed animals in the crib with me. I saw that another girl had books. I wanted the books. Another girl said she wanted the dolls a different child had. Everyone wanted to switch what they had. One of the children had been there a long time and a woman came in and wheeled her around the room once in a while to give her a change of pace. I arranged for everyone to give the girl their toys in order and to make exchanges so everyone got the toys they wanted.


                When the woman came in to give the girl her rounds, she found herself having to stop and exchange the toys as I directed her to go to one crib and then another. Then they came in, a man and some women and held me down and told me to breathe in. They put a foul-smelling mask over my face and I held my breath as long as I could.


                I awoke on the ceiling of a room next to a bright light. I was looking down on my body on a table. There were a few people with masks who were sewing me up with black thread. It did not match the color of my skin. That scared me and I started screaming out of my mouth back on the table.

               

                They put me back in my crib in the room with the other children. They came in with a metal pan and told me to go to the bathroom in it. I told them that I knew how to use a toilet. They let me out of the crib and I walked to the bathroom that they took me to.


                The future comes toward me. Debts ought to be paid. The gecko has to overcome its knowledge of the past state of things to get a sumptuous meal. I must not regret my life, the automatic closing of a bottle, whatever my body will look like if I get to look at it from the outside again. Somehow it all seems of a woven cloth of experience. All relevant, all meaningful and pointing to a mystery mediated by me.



Rights and privileges 


WE, as a nation, have a document that announces that we have a right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. What were they thinking when they recognized these three things; what caused them to enumerate these three? What was life to them? We are born and that gives us life. Did they recognize that gift as being from that initiating place? When in the modern parlance we declare to someone “Get a life.” We have a different take on the meaning of the word life. We are concerned that a life is an ongoing existence that ought to be fulfilling and not bogged down in some petty minutia that is what usually causes that declaration. I suspect our writers of the Constitution considered life to be that basic entrance to existence that continues from the helplessness of infancy to the independence and autonomy of the adult.


They were silent on whether capital punishment constituted some break of that right. We have to remember that they were creating a template that all thirteen states could agree to. They did not seek to determine aspects of legislation that were to be managed by those autonomous areas that were coming together to form united states.


Liberty, in those times, surely had more to do with being out from under the control of the English king than with freedoms we enjoy. They wore considerable clothing, they abided by tenets of religion, they declared a right to be free of the king and all the trappings of aristocracy. Theirs was a large apostasy from the economics of supporting that regime.


The pursuit of happiness did not entitle them to food or house or health care. Their world recognized a monetary and work relationship in the procurement of those necessities. The pursuit meant the work and structure of one’s life that one engaged in to create one’s happiness.


I do not think that they were attempting to overturn the basic reality that work is part of the requirement to make one’s way in the world.


I am troubled by the present day concept that health care, housing, food and even having a job is a right. I am also not of the opinion that one has to be privileged to have access to these. Privilege bears the meaning of having money or position that is not available to all.


When some seek to set into law that all people have a right to those things, they are also placing on me the burden of providing them. I do not think that anyone thinks a person has a right to enter their home and bed down, raid the refrigerator, require payment for some act that they decide to accomplish and hang the responsibility for healing any illness that they have on the owner of the home.


I know that individuals who have the home, the stocked fridge, the potential need for help around the house that they in the majority find time to do themselves, also find themselves unable to afford health care that the wealthy, as a result of their money, and the privileged who have positions in government have access to due to the laws that they pass.


A great deal of the money accumulated by the extremely wealthy came from the manipulations they did when they bought up companies and sold them off in pieces while the government did nothing to ensure that the pension funds promised to employees were kept intact. That money was stolen legally. That theft has to be redressed and those who made those profits ought to be stripped of them, even if our government has to go to the offshore banks with Marines and violently wrest it from them.


There are thousands of people who are living in poverty because of that inaction by our government. They and their heirs must be compensated. The way that the social security system is managed also must be revamped. It must support itself and not be set up as a Ponzi scheme leaning on the notion of an unending supply of people who will pay for those who have already retired. Each generation has the right to expect that their contributions will be adequate to support them and to do that, the investment of those monies must be handled with a conservative, staid bias and the inflation rate must be contained and therefore money must not be printed to shore up a debt that ought not have been created.


As a nation, the majority of us find ourselves in a horror movie where the walls of the room we are in are closing in on us. The privileged who have those governmental jobs have granted to the wealthy the means of garnering money by funneling it from the majority to their coffers in off shore banks. Currency is so called because it is meant to flow while in those banks it stagnates and becomes the means for the wealthy to finance the election of those who continue to support the growth of those accounts.


The idea that one person can amass the wealth that is now in the control of those 60 persons who are the 1% of the 1% of the upper echelon of the financial pyramid is utterly false. Those people have created large companies that require the labor of thousands and to tax them and require them to provide a living wage is not the same as having some requirement that I open my doors to support some indigent person.


Personally, I chafe at government telling me how to be healthy. As a doctor, I know that most people do not take responsibility to do what is required to avoid becoming a medical statistic. Extreme surgeries that replace organs damaged by the food and smoking habits of the people are prohibitively expensive and the drugs that people are enjoined to use to alleviate pain and other symptoms are likewise beyond the reach of the average person.


Stifling competition is antithetical to the rights we are guaranteed. The AMA has grabbed the government for the money to continue its power and funnels all to its administration of health care. Those who offer alternatives like chiropractic, acupuncture and homeopathy have difficulty getting paid by insurance and therefore have to charge less and even that less is unattractive when someone can get medical care for free under insurance and governmental assistance to the poor.


The problem is intensified by where one draws the line. I have a friend who runs a business. He works every day even though he is passed retirement age. He can not support a raise in minimum wage and a health care insurance, disability and unemployment insurance and ninety days of sick leave that Bernie proposes. He voted for Trump.   

 

We can not flourish with Trump because he is the epitome of greed and self-interest. Bernie is correct to point out that Trump has reneged on his promises to the people. Trump is all about privilege. Bernie’s solution of rights can counter what we presently are struggling under, but from what I know of human nature, executing them also leads to abuse that will cause an overload of the system. As a nation we have to take responsibility for enacting the right of pursuing happiness. Pursuit means action and that right means our own work unhindered by the greed of the privileged.


Tarnished Gold 


The principle seems simple: Do unto others as you would have done unto you. That sounds like an idea to be followed in order to create good relations between people. However, that notion is correct only in one instance.


What we all want is for people to do to us what we want done to us. We do not necessarily want done to us what the other person wants done to them. Taking an extreme example: a person who enjoys being beaten, if they followed the precept would beat others. Obviously, those others probably do not want to be beaten. The person who enjoys beatings can not fulfill the golden rule using themselves as the standard. What they want done to themselves is not desirable by others.


Instead what they need to do is to recognize what the others want done to them. Thus the adage needs to be Do unto others what they want done to them. That requires a further statement. We need to know that doing unto others what they want done to them places on us the charge to learn what the other does want.

Too many people make assumptions about what others want. Ah yes, we know that assuming makes an ass between you and me. The deep problem with assumptions is that we do not know we are making them. They are ingrained habits of our probabilities.


We can not avoid making assumptions without changing our approach to life. We need to pay diligent attention to the other in order to understand them. Our requirement of ourselves that we be open and aware that another person is a unique universe of needs, preferences and desires. Our comfortable position that we are the standard for what is normal has to evaporate. In its place, we become curious and outgoing with our reaching to learn what is the needs of that mysterious other, a person before us.


Even that opening in ourselves has its perils. The other person may not want to be known. All of our reaching is an intrusion, all of our care is frightening to a person who does not want to be known. Their reason for hiding is in itself its own answer. They do not want to be exposed and what causes them to be that way is deeply personal and too difficult, too painful to expose. They have their assumptions. They consider being private to be the safe normal that they have learned is how people are expected to be and is respectful. They want to be left alone even though everyone knows that humans do not really want solitude. Thus they want what life has caused them to want in a perverse denial of what is really natural to us to want. They do not want their desires to be known or for us to attempt to do unto them what they want based on coming to know them.


The person who attempts to know these people is an intruder. There is no winning possible because such exploration is not wanted and one is prevented from learning what is wanted. The person who is closed assumes that their wants are normal and we should know what those needs are. Whether we guess correctly or not we don’t know because these people will not give a clue. They have learned that is strength. Life is a card game and one never shows one’s cards.


Thus I have rewritten the golden rule: do unto others what they want done unto them and all your efforts to know what they want may not be realized if they don’t want you to know what they do want. We are always dancing on thin ice strewn with eggshells. How you react to the difficulty will form your experience of life.   


Archetypal Hippie On the Horns of a Dilemma 


Conservatives and Liberals deny the truth that each promotes. Considering the meaning of the words, we recognize that conserve means to protect, to save, and to retain. The word liberal is about freedom, opening, and derives from a sense of prosperity. The conservative recognizes the limitations of our reality, that the material we depend on is not infinite but finite and must not be wasted but conserved. The liberal relies on the plenty that nature produces as the basis for how to relate to the economy and the material we use.


One can consider the conservative to be feminine as women bring forth one egg and the liberal to be masculine with the multiple sperm that are required to fertilize it. Indeed, women tend to be more conservative, more protective, and more focused on maintaining the family unit. Males will go to war, take risks to get more in that quest for gain that frees them from the confines of the conserving status quo. Yet we do not think of liberals as the ones who go to war.


We have to look at the symbol of the yin yang to understand how it works. The male and female each have a spot of the other inside. The liberal of the conservative will war, will seek to increase its strength by accumulation that we see in the greed of the 1% who never have enough. They know there is a limit and they want all of it to be theirs. The conservative sees the liberal as unrealistic, as expecting people to be productive when all is freely given despite the conservative truth of human nature as selfish and self-serving. The conservative spot of the liberal will make rules that recognize the limitation of our reality. These rules chafe the conservative who wants freedom to be independent and despite what we would expect of concern for the limitation of the environment, they become liberal about human freedom to exploit the planet. The warring of the conservative destroys the planet and rejects the fundamental recognition of the limitations of reality, that there is not an infinite supply upon which a real conservative vision depends. The regulations of the liberal deny the freedom that is the heart of their position.


Christianity also feeds these two positions according to their lights. The conservative Christian tends to rely on God’s will informing the creation of a fetus even as the dogma looks upon nature as evil and suspect. The conservative Christian hopes for heaven and disdains the earth, nature and sex even as the religion claims that those who work are rewarded. The reward is proof for them of their approval from a God who was known for hanging around with the unrewarded poor. Hypocrisy, a lack of reason and logic do not deter these views. The liberal Christians hear the call to charity and are willing to suffer and give up by sharing what they have gainfully accumulated. Their position puts them on welfare along with too many others. The conservative derides this action knowing that society can not support everyone being poor while the liberal would have the government dispense wealth equally among us, denying the attractive activism of capitalism for those who would be independent entrepreneurs. Socialism is attractive to those who have little and who want protection for their willingness to work a job rather than to start a business.


This country was started by people who were more interested in being independent and having the freedom to do for themselves. With the growth of cities, we have more people willing to live within the confines of a job that supports them paying rent, buying a car on time. They want their contribution to count so that they have health care and food, clothes and roof. Their job ought to enable them to have those needs.


As humans we have not resolved the differences in these two viewpoints. Yet we have created a situation in which a whole new aspect of reality looms on us even as the extinction level pollution of Fukushima will diminish our numbers. Those who are hoarding all the wealth consider a smaller population as optimum because it enables them to have servants and still preserve limited resources for their own use. Those ultimate conservatives do not want billions of us wanting cars, food, and all that uses up the material of the earth. They seek to diminish the numbers of humans for their own posterity to be able to enjoy a lavish lifestyle.


The aspect of reality that we have not resolved is that we have the ability to create robots to do our work. Thus, a lot of people will not have jobs. The 1% dub them useless eaters. Our society has failed them, has failed to instill in them a desire to create, to contribute rather than consume. The best want jobs but not the risk and responsibility of creating a business that would create jobs. Trump told the people that he would unseat the privileged, but those he wants to unseat are the liberals who would make restrictions against plundering the planet. He said he would make America great again, meaning the greatness those who can run things achieve not the greatness of the social systems FDR put in place to support those who are creative and will work. Trump wants the trickle down to start further up the ladder, so he stops the leaking of food to Meals on Wheels and those on welfare, the money for health care, all that would support the poor, the elderly, and infirm.


We have this egocentric leader due to our inability as a society to resolve a balance between a true conservatism and a true liberalism. We deny the feminine care and the masculine explosion and we do not instill the reality of either in our kids whom too many parents shunt off to the propaganda of those who want us to be consumers. The result is an imbalance that will leave us without the means for being consumers. The money does not flow and the current is dammed up in banks. Everyone is waiting for someone to make a move that will decide the direction. Our new leader’s compass only points to himself, his wealth, his Baron…his offspring so aptly named and autistic to boot.


A number of people are predicting that Trump will start World War 3. Perhaps it will be a war within some form of evolutionary revolution that will lead us to recognizing that we must resolve the conflict of prosperity and limitation and the ability for us to have unimaginable leisure with our new technology. What are we going to do with ourselves? Do we whittle down to 10% of the world population, or do we value our variety and find a way to support ourselves?


Race vs Sexism 


                I know that I have something to explore because I just said a hasty good-bye and hung up on a person feeling an uncomfortable tightening in my gut. What we were talking about started with him going on about his favorite topic. He is an African American and his experience is that people in this society react to him negatively.

              
He went on about how they think he is going to steal from them. They grab their purses and cell phones as a response to his presence. We are living in Hawaii and there are not a lot of African Americans here so whatever prejudice has settled into the pale people over here from the forty-eight states seems to have also seeped into the mélange of mixed people here of Philippine, Hawaiian, Portuguese, Japanese, heritages. There are plenty of pale European people here, but their number is far less than in America. This is the Pacific Islands here and part of the United States, but we are not America. Therefore there are a number of subtle niceties in language and attitude that differentiate this little third world economy embedded into the first world economy of the most powerful country on earth. One might think that the attitudes of racism would not have made it here, but they did. They made it with the Europeans who set up the plantations and hired and imported workers. Even the Portuguese, who are European, were subjected through their poverty and their browner coloring to being held to the lower class status that is part of the racism stamp.

               African Americans came here long after the plantation society had disappeared with the loss of sugar profits to other places that could produce it more cheaply. They did not assimilate well. The locals say that they are lazy. Now that is saying something because there is not a great deal of ambition in Hawaiian society. Hawaiians are pretty laid back. They pride themselves on it. They can work and will work hard for something that they want or to make their crops grow, or to struggle with the ocean and bring home a catch, or to weave a fishing net, retain their native language despite the odds against ever resurrecting it to the point of common usage among themselves, or to make baskets or kappa cloth. In other words, Hawaiians will hang out and enjoy each other and their particular essence and do nothing or whatever bolsters their sense of community by continuing their traditions, and all of these are equal for them even as the Westerner only honors the product and result as due respect. Hawaiians don’t care what Westerners think is important. These people with their strength of togetherness encounter the African American and determine that these people are lazy. What they don’t see is any cultural continuity that motivates them to act and they don’t see them behave in the frantic way of the Westerner whom they would never call lazy but whose lack of laziness is meaningless to them.

               My African American friend on the other side of the telephone does not relate that he feels looked upon as lazy, he feels that people are afraid of him. He finds himself scrutinized and singled out for his presence. On taking a walk, he reports that a helicopter hovers over him and a cop car soon arrives. He is questioned as to his presence. What is he doing walking on a road? He is not in a gated community of Beverly Hills. He is in a middle class area of simple homes. He feels this every day.

               I agree, I know this is true. I tell him that as a female, even with my apparent pale appearance I experience a reaction to myself as a female. “How many females do you know have been lynched?” he asks. Well I don’t know any males lynched either, but I know of them of course. However, I do know of females being raped. I say so. He reverts to asking about lynching. Now I admit that lynching ends a person’s existence, but I want to make the point that rape denies a woman’s existence as relevant. Her desire and preference and choice is not important to the rapist. Besides rape, I encounter a lack of attention daily. What I have to say is ignored, what I stand for is simply irrelevant. I experience this as a world view ongoing throughout society. This experience is as thoroughly embedded in our society as the fear he encounters.

               After a moment he agrees. Women are disrespected throughout the world. However he refuses to see that encountering this on a daily basis is parallel to his experience. I agree that there is a difference in being thought a thief and being thought unimportant and irrelevant, but I want to be acknowledged for the daily grinding this stigma has on me as being in essence the same as what he experiences. He is adamant that they are totally different. After a few minutes of speaking about this, my gut begins to hurt. I tell him that I am feeling upset and so am saying good-bye and I hang up. I am more polite than he who when he is upset will call me up lay something on me and hang up without a good-bye or allowing me to speak.

               After I hang up and write this, I realize that I was getting so upset because he was doing to me exactly what I said was my complaint. What I had to say was irrelevant and I simply did not want to have that directed at me any more.  I did not deserve to be treated as though my experience was not part of an overriding social reality that too often allows women to be raped and they can not complain about having been. He claimed that pale women got their rapists punished while African American women had no recourse. However that is not true and most rapes of pale women go unreported because the women know that they have no chance to bring the rapist to justice unless they are brutalized. The male court expects a woman to fight. How do you fight when you are pinned by someone whose weight and strength prevent you from moving even as he uses his lower body to maneuver your legs to effect his lust?  I really have a problem calling this person, whose complaint I recognize as true, a friend. I think a friend listens…but of course only women listen. Men get to speak and say what is real.



Who Sleeps Daily in S.C.?

&

S.C. City Council   


 



Who Sleeps Daily in S.C.?


The dogs are howling in the bright

Midday – Why are they? –

The souls of the daysleepers

exhausted from prowling streets

in cold nights hunched and pacing.

Don’t you ever consider the consequences

of your actions if you allow

condone or do not cry tears

at the inhumanity this bonny

sitar and saxophone lullabye

by the sea, we call Santa Cruz

is perpetrating in the persecution

of plain people.

 

I call it cruel not to let people sleep.

For who have not both sleeves

raveled with care

if it be not those

who have no roof to shelter them?

 

I call it cruelty to wake the

sleeping with a kick

or with a badge.

 

Let us wake them at six AM

with a hot bowl of gruel

wholesome and smiling.

 

I am so simple, the dogs

are howling because the siren

yowls its rude derangement

of injury. Go back to your day

forget the troubles of the poor.

Having written that...I went to a SC city council meeting and came away with this poem:



S.C. City Council

 

You sit and swivel

Back and forth in your big

chairs, barely hear

the tears of need shed

before you who have power

over food, shelter, and sleep.

The petitioners come

one by one. You give

three minutes and no more.

This has gone on for years

straight forward pleas

Real tears, polite deaf ears.

One day one will come

and swivel before you

Brat a tat tat, Brat a tat tat.

It won’t be legal

neither act nor gun,

and what will I say

when your death proves

you human at last,

when your blood cries

as those before you have done

over and over again:

Will I decry your pain

as if you were the cold

and hungry poor,

You who were cold

 only to the weak

in your hunger for power?

Will I protest how cold

you lie crumpled

in your big chairs

like the executed strapped

in the gas chamber?

For the record here,

I oppose the death penalty,

but you make it fun

to seriously consider the notion.



Malaise   


 


          Have you missed me? Have you been kinda missing yourselves? Everywhere I go, everyone I speak to seems to be having a problem that is like when we are “off our feed”. Our appetite for life is in abeyance. My last post here ended with me having signed up for being a delegate for Bernie at the state convention. I, and my partner, Michael, of forty four blessed years went. We got to see how the sausage is made. You have to be of a particular frame of mind to enjoy, flourish, succeed in that environment. For us it was a greater stretch than for most. We live in the country on three acres and have a farm for our sustenance and we read and write and do art and simply do not engage in what seems to take up most of the time of the population. We are not often in places with crowds, or places with canned air and chemicals, or where the expectation is of what passes as cultural agreement about so many things, little things that we simply do not factor into our lives about buying and behavior, and these little things add up to a general perception and expectation that we know is out there, but which rarely impact our lives.

          The convention took place in a large room with over a hundred round tables with ten or so chairs around each one. There were Bernie people and Hillary people and the vote of our state had been 70% for Bernie. The delegates, due to the machinations I wrote about in my last essay were not 70 to 30 but closer to 50 / 50. The Bernie people were like us, in the main, totally new at the game. The result was that the Hillary people tried to skew the thing to her. In the course of the days however the Bernie people figured a lot out and we ended by getting not only our chairperson for our state party as a Bernie person, but we made history by being the state to bring to the National convention the proposal that delegates had to vote to represent the slant of the people. We were to have our delegates be 70% for Bernie and our super delegates also were to have that mix.

          We left feeling pretty good about ourselves and our sacrifice of our serenity for those few days in the madness of traffic, smog, crowds, corporate weight and power, in the overcrowded small island of Oahu where over a million people live. We had some adventures that are not relevant to this essay, but in the main our focus was on getting the people’s will to the DNC nationally. Michael and I were very small potatoes in this movement and we were not in running to go to Philadelphia where you have some awareness of what happened from the TV and news.

          After our convention, there were state conventions that proved the power of the Democrats to overtake and steal the vote from over 150 thousand voters in Brooklyn alone in the state of New York. In California the same occurred in even greater numbers. The machinations in Arizona were shameful. We all know.

          Thus the national malaise. People are complaining that they can not find workers. People are not going to work. The country has lost its verve has in fact become more hopeless than if Bernie had never run. Yet he pushes us to build a coalition to get people with his vision into offices so that we can overtake the DNC.  

          That is probably necessary, but I am a true Berner and I am not ashamed to say that for the first time in my life I have been praying for something. For me, the reality that there is an intelligence and a compassionate Being that Creates it all has only brought me to awe and praise in my relation to It. Prayer actually is at its root a word meaning Praise. However, I find myself looking at that overriding Reality and asking that on some propitious day in full view of the news, she prove herself incompetent. We, on this side of things do not do what the other side does. We did not do JFK, RFK, MLK, MX, Peltier, Pratt, Mumbia, nor did we cause Snowden to flee, nor Assange to hide. You sent a bird as a messenger to us, the symbolism was clear.  We got the message, but Bernie never did get the message. He did not know it was a green house finch, he thought it was a dove of peace. Its message that he did not pick up is that its food is hempseed. He never did come out for hemp fuel.

          Now there is the black snake prophesied by the Native Americans to destroy the people. The brave Sioux and so many tribes have gathered to protest the pipeline of noxious oil that will leak and make their water undrinkable. Bernie went there and on September 10 of this year he said that if we make him president that he will stop this abomination. Yet neither he, nor the Native Americans speak of the alternative and substantive solution that we need because we will not give up our cars. We need hemp fuel and the country needs to hear that there is not only an alternative but that the alternative will make our farmers rich and spread the wealth out from the 1% of 1% who now hoard it all and make us poor.

          I am writing brought from my malaise upon hearing that he would still be president if we can make it so. Yet I am here writing and asking you to tell him to come out for hemp fuel…for Grassoline as a healthy, plentiful solution to our need for the wonder that is our independent transportation in the practical way of life we all pretty much depend on.  If you do write to him, if you talk to each other, if you get the fact of hemp fuel out, you will go a long way to healing your malaise.




How Drumpf (original family name for Trump) wins


I went to my local library to vote. I was like all the throng there; I thought my vote counted.  I discovered that I was not registered. My partner’s name was on the list, but I, who had registered the same day as he, was not. So I had to go to another table and get a form to re-register. I handed that paper in and got a ballot. Then I went to the room where I had no idea what to do next. I walked up to a table where three people sat. They had a pile of Hillary posters in front of them. I thought it was the Hillary table. I thought there was not supposed to be a Hillary table. I asked the people at the Hillary table what I was supposed to do. They told me to mark my ballot and put it in the box. I had not noticed the box.


               I went to cast my ballot. Bernie Sanders was the choice directly above the last choice which was “Undecided”. Hillary Clinton was the first name and there were two or three other names of people I did not know were running. How had those other names gotten on the ballot? I wondered but did not ask.                              

 I walked over to the Hillary table and asked when the ballots would be counted and they said after all the voting was done and the delegates were chosen for the precincts. I asked how that was managed and they told me that they were for precinct one and the other table was for another precinct. I was surprised to realize that there were three precincts voting at this polling place and only two had tables. Again being somewhat a dumbed down sheep, I did not ask about that.

 

               I learned that I was from precinct one. So I sat at a table where there was a stack of Hillary posters. At that table was a woman thin and with a lovely hair style beautifully cut to the exact presentation of the curl of her greying hair. To her left was a man who proclaimed himself to be a union leader and to her right was a woman who was both forward and retreating in her demeanor. Michael and I and the woman we had brought with us all sat down at this table. We did not know what exactly it was about.


               I am sure that all the people who filed through the room handing in their ballots also had no idea what was really taking place. They had voted, had their say and were going home in hopes and certainty that democracy had been conducted. However, right in front of them was the real power play and they did not know it. Nothing was hidden except no one understood.


               At the table we were told that the thin woman was the wife of the man who regularly was president of our precinct. He was not able to be there because he was at some other important meeting since he is also some official for the agricultural part of our government. He had been president for years and wanted to continue. His agricultural connection worried me since I am opposed to GMO corn, and to the fact that GMOs have not been adequately tested. The union guy was for Bernie but he liked GMOs. He was not convinced they were bad by the science that has uncovered the tumors they cause in rats.


               The thin woman rallied for her husband and the union man wanted him to continue to be president also. These people had worked for the Democrats for years. I had no idea what they did. They said that they had introduced the process we had just been through that was purported to be more efficient and transparent than what had existed before. In fact, previously, this meeting would have been held on a different day. I think our presence and my questions were probably making them wish they had not been so transparent.


               I did not oppose the idea of this agricultural high up no show from being president nor for her to be vice president. However then it came up that there were to be delegates and now I was getting the drift of how this went. These people were for Hillary and were going to be delegates. So Michael volunteered to be the treasurer. I also volunteered to be a delegate. I do not want to be involved at this level at all, but I must do what I can for Bernie.


               The thin lovely woman asked us several times if we had the money to go to Honolulu and stay at a hotel and that the whole process was grueling. She said this several times. She clearly did not want us to be delegates. But there we were hanging in there for Bernie. When we were done, the voting was declared to be over.


               The ballot box was opened and a man sat at the table and began to count the votes. The thin woman was on the side of the Hillary count and a blonde woman was on the side of the Bernie count. I happened to be standing next to the thin woman and she suggested that I move to the other side. I was supposed to mark down the final vote count on a paper. Bernie won three to one.


               I went to the thin woman and thanked her for her work for the party and asked her forgiveness for having been so unaware of how things went that I had to ask so many questions. Her reply was “well if you do not know, perhaps you should let those who do lead.” Her voice was full of almost tearful emotion as her candidate had not won.  I felt bad for her, but I had to say, “I would gladly have stayed out of it, but I and many others have not been happy with the way things have been going for a long time.” I looked her in the eye and she was angry under her sorrow.


               So if you want to know how Bernie will lose this nomination and the country will have Drumpf for its president, then let these delegates have their say since they can ignore the vote. PEOPLE THIS WAS NOT A VOTE, THIS WAS A SUGGESTION THAT THEY DO NOT HAVE TO FOLLOW.   

           

               If that lady was angry, she does not know how angry I am. Are you with me? Then you Oahu Bernie people must show up at the convention and protest outside peacefully but strongly that Hawaii send only Bernie people to the national. We can not let those who have been running things have their way because that is what makes this a revolution-- people. They can have their offices, but they have to listen to us. Maybe they will not want to lead if they can not have business as usual. We will have to have new leaders then. Please will someone else stand up so I do not have to run for office.  I am a poet for heaven’s sake.




The Hinge of Perception





            I am raw. I have no answers. I act from my center and of course can not control any other. I have a place up for sale. The realtor who is to help me sell, showed the place to potential buyers who were accompanied by their realtor. The people looked at the place and as they left, one person spoke to the renter as she looked at a couch loaded with stuffed animals. The person heard “It looks like you are not wanted here.” The person is an African American man who has suffered from pale people accusing him, denying him, disrespecting him for his sixty years on this planet in this racist country. He calls me to say this is the crap he has put up with all his life. I suggested that perhaps she was referring to the fact that one could not sit on the couch. “Well,” he countered, “the other couch is empty.” I knew that was true.


            I called my realtor. I asked who was the last person out of that home. From the insulted man’s description, the statement had been made when he was alone with the woman whom he described as an older white woman. The realtor told me the group was made up of a couple and their mother and the realtor. The only pale one among them was the realtor. I told the realtor what had been said. “Oh” my realtor said, “No I was there when she said that.” “She said, It looks like no one can sit here.” Of course that was the meaning I had thought was intended and which I had already proposed.


            I called my friend, the renter, and told him what my realtor had heard. My friend was sure that he had heard what was said. “Who are you going to believe?”


            This is the second time in two days I am confronted with that question. I have another friend whom I know only through Facebook and a mutual concern with liberating the hemp plant. She is an attorney and she is aware that there are forays into putting forth to the people of California propositions that purport to free the plant from the laws that make it a jail offense to grow, or to use.


            Now there are two sides to the hemp plant. One is that it is an herb and to the herb there are two sides. There is the healing uses of the herb and the fun or recreational uses . The herb is called by its Latin name of Cannabis and the English name for the plant is hemp which is grown like a wheat field that is tall stalks close together and unlike wheat, this plant grows 15 to 20 feet tall in three months which means that the farmer can harvest an immense amount of material in a short time. This is why, the government put out a Bulletin stating that one acre of hemp can save 4.1 acres of trees if used to make paper.


            This is a rather old history. It took place in the 1920’s and is relevant today. The fact that hemp could make paper better than trees was not pleasing to William Randolph Hearst who owned newspapers. He had leases that allowed him to cut down National Forest Land trees for $1 per acre. He did not want any competition. In league with him was Dupont who had discovered nylon and preferred to sell nylon rope when people really liked hemp rope better. Then there was Rockefeller who had oil lands. He did not like that Henry Ford had invented an engine to run cars that used fuel made from hemp when he preferred that the engine use oil that was a disgusting poisonous substance that he had a lot of.


These men did not want farmers to have the money from a hemp harvest that they would make from their inferior, earth destroying products.  Hearst wielded the opinion bending media, and he used it to say that there was a plant that made dark people uppity. Of course he did not call it Cannabis or hemp. People knew what that plant was and were happily using it in all kinds of ways to heal themselves, to make paper and cloth and rope. The sails that made the ships travel the seas were made from canvas which is a word derived from cannabis and the toughness of the fabric ensured that the sails could weather the salt air and last for long journeys. People were not going to believe there was anything wrong with hemp or Cannabis. So Hearst used a Spanish word to demonize the plant. He called it Marihuanna and marijuana which words being of Spanish origin invoked the image of those people who lived in Mexico who were darker due to their Spanish and Indian blood that was less favored among the English paler Europeans who were the majority in the US.


These men conspired to get the law written that made growing hemp illegal. From that action all of our modern world derives. The negative attitude toward dark people did not change, but the law ensured that more of them get imprisoned because smoking it became a cultural basis for Jazz and Ragtime. What is more, the farmer who owns land that is a broad base of the economy was cut out of competing for the money that now funneled to the wealthy who were few in number and have become in our time 1% of 1% who own more than the bottom half of all of us.


Now a lot of people are coming to realize that Cannabis is curing their ills. For many years a man Jack Herer researched and learned that history and usefulness of hemp. He wrote a book The Emperor Wears No Clothes and he wrote a proposition to be put before the people of California that would free the hemp plant for all its uses. However, the people who were sick and in need of immediate use of the plant as an herb, got together and wrote a Proposition 215. This California law went before the people and was passed in 1996. Jack Herer agreed to back the proposition when the medically needy promised that with the health that they would achieve, they would then sponsor and push to get his proposition before the people of the State of California. This promise has not been fulfilled. Instead other propositions have been written.


In the course of my activism to see this plant become decriminalized…(I am not seeking it to be legal because if it is legal it is subject to restrictive laws that had no business to have been made in this country with the Constitution that says that the Federal government can not make laws outside of the ones granted already in it, but that such laws refer to the States) Well of course there was one law that the States had no business making in a land purporting to be for freedom. The Federal government overturned the right of anyone to hold a slave in any State and that was taken as the right of the Federal government to make any law the law of the land. Why was slavery allowed in the first place? Well there had to be a united front against England back in the Revolutionary times and the South would not have joined had they been restricted from having the free work force that picked cotton.


O and racism. Africans were not considered to be fully human.


Let that sink in a bit. There was Thomas Jefferson enjoying the company and sex of Sally Hemings while owning her and fully knowing that the woman was as human as his pale wife, perhaps feeling that she was more human, yet economically bound to his means of obtaining wealth so that he acted immorally with intent. Talk about cognitive dissonance, I am glad not to have his conscience.


Thus, in the course of my awareness of hemp prohibition and the resultant economic and ecological fallout from it, I have done what I can to get others to know about the wrongs deriving from this law. The California Cannabis Hemp Initiative that Jack Herer wrote has not been put before the voters. Instead there was a Proposition 19 that looked like it might be a good thing until Letitia Pepper, an attorney, analyzed it and found that it took away the rights and freedoms that Proposition 215 gave to sick people.


I had a long standing friendship with other hemp activists. Chris Conrad and his wife Mickey Norris backed Proposition 19. Chris was angry with me for being against it and called me a prohibitionist.  What Proposition 19 did that was particularly awful was to create a monopoly for those who own dispensaries to enable sick people to get their herb. The question hung in the air. Was Chris and his wife in league with those who had those designs on creating a monopoly that destroyed the work that the underground Hippie farmers had done all those years at peril for their freedom? I was not about to say that they were.


Now there is another attempt to do the same thing again. AUMA is another creation designed to hoodwink the voter into thinking that some aspect of freedom will be obtained when in fact again a monopoly will be created and the rights of patients abridged. Again Chris and Mickey are backing AUMA claiming it is a good thing while Letitia Pepper’s analysis shows again the flaws in it. Chris is getting more vehement in his opposition to Letitia. Meanwhile, Letitia is outlining her case that Chris is again in the paid league with those who wrote it. Her arguments are rational and she asks me “ Who are you going to believe?”

I know that her arguments about the proposition are true. I know that my friend who has experienced ongoing insults of racism are real. That is what I know.


I am a person of no belief. If I do not know something, I just do not know it. I do not know if Chris and Mickey have gone over to the dark side living with the cognitive dissonance of being traitors to the freedom of the plant that will solve so many of our societal and personal ills as well as that of the planet too. When my friend Letitia put the question to Chris if he was in paid league, he did not answer yes or no. She said he just looked at her with eyes that knew she knew. I was not there.


I was not in the home of my friend and renter. I know that he has been racially excluded and attacked. Was he this time? He reported that the comment was made without witness, but my realtor friend did hear something. My African American friend is certain he heard what he heard. I thought that telling him he misheard would be a balm to the re-opened wound. It was not. It caused a rift in our friendship. Who do I believe? I am simply not a believer. I was not there.




Attempt at Transport




I was about twenty years old taking the Long Island railway from New York out to Long Island out of Grand Central Station. I was sitting on one of those hard seats next to a window. The Long Island trains are about commuting so they are not soft or luxurious. The floors are hard and dirty the walls also, and the seats are bare benches, the ambiance is practical designed to get people short distances of an hour or two to and fro from Long Island to Manhattan. I was not thinking about what was outside. It was night, so although I could have looked out and seen the squares of light of windows of tenements floors stacked on floors housing those who lived closer to that hub of rock that is Manhattan, I was not looking. I did not think about how I appeared to those windows that I was not looking at. Most nights I tried to read on this journey, but this night I did not. I was sitting immersed in my awareness of myself feeling a part of humanity unlike all others just a person sitting on a train. I was the only woman in the car that was sparsely populated, I was one of about ten people sitting going each to an individual place but together with each other in this necessity of transportation that was designed to move us without the spiritual concept of being transported. There was no expectation that we, any of us, were to be enlightened or that the journey was a quest.  Everything about the makings of this means of travel underscored the daily repetitive aspect of life as drudgery and duty having only the incidental meaning that we ascribe to why we work, why we garner money for food and shelter.


               Those tenements housed lots of people who did not need to get on this train because they were so much closer to the center where all the energy required people to do what they did to make the city work. They were store keepers, janitors, food servers, stackers of shelves. Typically the men on this train were in suits, so they were among those whose work by moving paper rather than mops, or goods.  I was a student, trying to secure myself a place in the academic world. I was interested in teaching literature. Actually, I wanted a means of supporting myself so that I could write. I liked stories and words, but while I was interested in literature, I truly did not grasp the purpose of literary scholarship. I saw the tomes of criticism as an odd attempt to pretend to understand how people in the past looked at life based on their world view that formed the background of the stories. I was naïve enough to think that the people enjoyed the stories pretty much the way I enjoyed them.


               I suppose my simplicity was buoyed by something odd about me. When I was a child, I dreamed of being in a room with stone floors and walls. It was high up, and I stood at a slanted desk, a lectern, made of wood and I wrote, copying texts with an ink pen quill. In the dream, I had no sense of what sex I was, I enjoyed the work because I enjoyed the stories. In these dreams, I understood the words I was writing, but as I woke up, I could realize that the words were not ones that I used. I was dreaming of writing In another language. One of the memories was that I could look out the window that had no glass and was not rectangular but arched at the top. Looking out the window, I could see a swath of blue above and a swath of green below. I could hear sheep, but I could not see them. The view was like a Rothko painting, and maybe at cause of my loving his paintings so much. I do not usually have recurring dreams, but this one I had often. I would wake sitting up with my hand in the air writing. The stories were entertaining. One involved a traveling salesman who came to a farm and seduced the farmer’s daughter. The oddest thing about the dreams was the dissonance of understanding the story and the words while in the dream and waking to remember the words and realize that I did not understand them. I wrote them down on a piece of paper.


               I lived with an extremely ill and controlling mother. Therefore, I taped the paper to the bottom of a drawer so that she would not find it and confiscate it or question me about it. Everything I did was scrutinized and I had no idea how to explain why I had written these strange words down. So I hid the paper when I was eight. When I was in college, I took a course in Medieval literature. We studied Chaucer, but we also studied other writers and we learned that in that time, English had many dialects. I went to the library with the paper I retrieved from under the drawer. I found the story. It came from the North of England. I also learned that scribes were often people who were near-sighted at a time when glasses for that impediment were not invented. The swath of blue and green were the horizon, but the inability to see the sheep…well that made sense now. My sense of myself in the dreams was of a person who was happy, pleased, and content. I enjoyed the stories and the work where I was left alone, I was fed, clothed, clean, and there was peace. The atmosphere of the dreams was in major contrast with my life in the modern world.


               One day my mother came into my room and scrutinizing me noticed that around my mouth was a dark mark. She went ballistic. She thought I had been doing something sexual that caused this sort of hickey mark on my face. She screamed, ranted, flailed about, the air was dark with her hate, heavy with the stink of her rancor that was like puke. Her accusations and suspicions hurt even though I had no idea how I had gotten that mark. She finally allowed me to go back to my room and continue my work. I picked up a plastic glass and as I had been doing before the storm, I held it to my mouth and sucked the air out of it so it stuck to my face just a little. Then it dawned on me that the glass made the exact shape on my face where the darkened mark was. I went back downstairs where my parents sat watching TV and showed them what I had been doing for no reason at all. My mother denied that could have caused the mark. My father laughed and said indeed it could have. She finally gave in, reluctantly. The reluctance was the most grating because it showed that she preferred to think the worst of me.


               I think in her stubborn preference she was very much like so many people. The idea that people are guilty goes against the basic principle of our justice system. Our laws put more people in jail because jurors tend to think if you are caught you are guilty. Judge Judy has a following of people who find her distrust and skepticism of what people say meaningful and wise. One night as I walked to the train, I passed a couple of men in suits and one of them seeing me with my long hair, yelled out, “you are an art major” and I yelled back “No, but you are a lawyer.” “How did you know?” he squealed whining at being discovered when he thought himself so smart and perceptive. We do not know one another and we think we do in some snide way that accounts for Donald Trump’s appeal to a common attitude of distrust and fear. Believing the worst about one another is a vein of poisonous oil that we humans mine along with the greed that has fostered us to use oil. That green happy prolific hemp plant that was made contraband to further the interests that wanted to clear cut national forests and extract oil is an exact parallel to what we are going through emotionally as a species.


               The train was progressing when somehow it lurched because the engineer braked. I do not know why he braked, but at that moment the window next to me shattered and a bullet that had come from a rifle that someone who did not know me had a bead on my head missed and flew in front of my eyes by an inch. That brake was the break that kept me alive. I was sitting covered in glass and in shock I said, “I’ve been shot” and paused realizing that was not true and said the significantly altering word “AT.” One man turned and asked if I was OK. “Yes” I stood up showering glass onto the floor. I did not think about the man, it had to have been a man, who had aimed, or that he could have aimed again when I stood and proved he had not realized his intent. Whatever his emotion that made him behave in this thoroughly anti-social way, he did not need to fire again. He had made his point for himself. He had put me in shock. Of course, I had to look at life as being fragile. This was not a revelation to me who had weathered the torture of beatings and storms of my childhood. I could think that some greater force had caused the engineer to brake. However, I have never had a lot of confidence in my significance even though I am convinced that there is intelligence that guides the universe. Just as I was unaware of the tenements and of the inhabitants stuck in the social morass of class and economic structure that is the stuff of literary criticism of the future analyzing our stories of this time, I knew about them, I was not focused on them. I was not at that moment thinking about them, about their desperation and unrealized dreams. My unrealized dreams did not rankle me because I never assessed my life by the terms of that background. Someone holds out a hand asking for help and I do what I can in that moment. I write in the hopes that someone will read, but if not, I write because only I can tell about all the strange story that keeps me interested in this ongoing story that is my life. I suspect that many people have their own stories that mine give some echoes that call to them and they are emboldened to recollect and grow from as a result. 


               I was not shot and killed. I was shot at. I could have been killed. I acknowledge that a gun was in the hands of an unstable person. Still while our government and so many “liberal” types would remove guns from the hands of the public, I do not support that idea. I do not, because I am a real liberal. I want people to have freedom. If only the police and government have guns, we are like the Jews in the ghettoes of Germany. We are not governed by sane people. Power is in the hands of those who have money and have declared that the power of the corporation has the rights of persons. Over and over I see the Constitution misunderstood by those who claim to be experts in interpreting it. While the drafters of the Constitution did not see fit to heed Abigail Adams’ plea to her husband to remember women when making the law of the land, we have begun to grow to recognize the equal humanity of those who can bear children. The second amendment derived from the recognition that there was a need to protect our freedom and that sometimes we might be at odds even with ourselves if those who were in government became tyrants. The writers of the Constitution would have soiled their breeches if they had heard of hemp being made illegal. They grew it and considered it the most valuable resource even though so difficult to harvest.


               They would have been pleased to see the development of a hemp harvester and hemp decorticator that would have taken the burden of growing the plant from the farmer. They allowed slavery, knowing it was wrong and yet embroiled in the necessity of having the South be part of the Union and in their own economy that built civilization with that slavery. Cotton, hemp and sugar are all crops that bolster a need for slavery. Morality was thrown out the window of the legislature until time changed enough and we had a terrible Civil war. Then sharecropping was really not much different from slavery and the poverty ensured by the segregation that we are only a short time away from having erased as public policy. Bernie Sanders marched with King, as did I. We knew segregation was an abomination. Now we know that having cops shoot people who are melanin rich is an ongoing expression of the racism we fought.


Bernie Sanders tries to find a balance with those in his state who are gun owners and the majority of the Democrats who are stomping for taking guns away from the public. I would rather we found natural ways to deal with our mental problems than with pharmaceuticals that seem to always have been prescribed to those people who go nuts with guns. He wants us to have access to health care. I agree but fear that he is not aware of the benefits of natural means that do not have the backing of the money of the drug companies.  So it all comes together. Do we continue to be people who knee jerk hate and suspect one another? Do we deny the right of the people to have the power to unseat the government if it becomes our tyrant? Do we take it personally when someone shoots at us and say take away all guns? Do we continue to seek the ease of the pill that has so many hideous side effects or do we find those who study herbs, homeopathics, chiropractic, neurofeedback and acupuncture to find natural methods that do us no harm? Do we deny our good feelings that hemp as an herb provides or do we allow government to make it only available to the sick and dying while writing laws that put into place monopolies to dispense? Do we deny the spiritual transport possible in life and agree that we are all mere cogs in a wheel, when each of us is capable of personal satisfaction that recreational hemp re-creates? 


Bernie Sanders walks the line in a unique way. He respects his colleagues. I think that his ability to find the good ground in his opponents will be a mainstay for a change that this country craves. Refusing to allow greed to have sway and supporting the people requires a brake on the progress and we avoid the bullet of death that we face if we allow the corporate way to continue to have us in its sights. He is from the generation that wanted to make a break from the past. Are we finally ready to live from the peace and love generation…without being naïve when we face the greedy, the racist, the evil that would destroy the premise of a society that presumes us innocent and equal and worthy of pursuing happiness, life and freedom?

 

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