Happy New Year . . .

In the past, New Years eve has traditionally been a time for light hearted partying and giving my girl a big kiss as the countdown begins. This year I am alone, though, because my girl went to the beach. I only have the dogs and a bottle of good old Mad Raven wine to keep me company. This year as I reflect upon the past as well as the present I am sitting here at my desk thinking INCOMING! (you know, that word that gets shouted when a mortar goes off in the compound and everybody dives in their hidey hole?) This year as I look into my crystal ball all I can get from it is a feeling of dread.

Why is that? Am I just getting too old to enjoy myself anymore? No, not really, at 76 I am still in great shape, still dropping trees, chopping firewood and building stuff. I FEEL great . . .  it’s this nagging survival instinct of mine that’s driving me crazy. It’s like being in the middle of a coal dark, jungle night. It’s uneasy . . . queasy . . . and not knowing which way to take flight.

Something is going on folks and it’s right on the other side of the horizon. I know it because my instinct is rarely wrong when it rings this loud. Creedence Clearwater sang about a Bad Moon Rising, but then it was just a song. . . now I believe it is a not so future happening.

I haven’t always felt this way, believe me. I’m an old peace and love hippy for Christ’s sake. That philosophy is about as positive as one could get. We were going to end the war and change the world. Tim Leary and the other pied pipers of the day had us convinced that all we had to do was drop out, stay stoned, and love the night away. Well, guess what . . . we tried and the night never died.  

Before the hippy days, as a returning vet I knew the world was in chaos and much of it was caused by America, but my attitude was . . . Que Sera, Sera, what will be will be . . . I just needed to make sure I got what was mine, and through the years I did fairly good at it.

Then along came 911

That morning as I was getting ready for work I watched in horrified anger as the second plane hit the towers.  Later I rejoiced when Bush went after Saddam . . . double so when I heard my old brigade was leading the charge by making a night parachute drop into northern Iraq. And those Americans who talked about the Towers being a set up? They deserved to be deported.

I felt that way for quite some time . . . but slowly I began to realize that something was not quite kosher about the whole deal. The crime scene was immediately cleaned up . . . why? How did that huge jet plane get into that little round hole in the pentagon? Why wasn’t it on the tape? Why were all the cameras turned off?

The discrepancies built up, one after the other, until they flooded all the patriotism out of my brain and filled it with doubt. I began to study the entire sequences of all the events, carefully and on my own. Conspiracy theorism was not my large suit, I thought those people who wrote that stuff were fiction inspired crackpots and nothing more. I went for the middle ground, I researched and read guys who were educated . . . engineers, architects, etc. People who were on the scene, that gave an interview and suddenly disappeared.

Today, after so many years of research from so many reliable professionals at least half the population believes there was some not-so-funny goings on at the time, and me? . . . I am convinced without any doubt whatsoever that 911 was a staged event.

But then again, this essay is not about proving 911 pro or con . . . it’s about about what 911 has led up to. Because that is what we are experiencing in real time right now.

I remember a guy saying a few weeks after the whole thing went down and people were beginning to question it. “Watch and see what happens to the country after 911 . . . how much we change . . . in what direction . . . how severe have our freedoms been attacked or downright take away in the name of security.

And I will add to that . . . just drop all preconceived ideas and take a look around for yourself and make up your own mind. I don’t really care what you do because I know it is hard work and it takes a bit of time to do it . . . and who has time these days to do anything other than support our own person and take care of our own stuff? Like the young lady tells me the other day, “who cares? I’m too busy to worry about that kind of stuff!”

That’s why I fear, not for myself as I’m an old man halfway down the escape hatch, but for these kids who are so oblivious to the facts on the ground . . . who, as long as their iphones still work, really don’t give a shit as to what is taking place around them and have no desire to do anything about it. . . .

So, this new Years eve I won’t be partying, and I won’t be preaching or praying. I’m gonna drink my bottle of Mad Raven, play my guitar until I pass out on the couch. . . . although I might utter a small hope that I don’t have another episode of this recurring dream:

The Rainmakers

Standing alone

In the freezing rain

Among the insane

There is no pain

There is no gain.

The thrill of the fight

The rush while in flight,

Away we go . . . into the night.

Standing alone

Wanting to scream

But it’s not easy to scream

In this fucked up dream.

Where the bullets are slow

And my barrel is bent.

And my target

Will never stay down.

Standing alone

In the rain

Among the crying, among the dying

Watching war go round.

Again-and again-and again.

 

  

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Fantasy Land (part two)

Love is the singularity . . . it (God) exists outside the boundaries of duality, therefore there is no good or bad love, it IS the single focal point of all matter, it is the reality behind all creative process. . . . We, (the creators in this physical dimension) though connected to the singularity, build our corporate, as well as individual lives exclusively within the law of duality and get to experience first hand the reality of our creations . . . how are we doing?

We can drop all the spiritual jargon and judge our own creating by the simple approach of lining our creation(s) up against the law of love. Ask ourselves as a person a few simple questions like:

“Am I being kind and generous or am I being a self serving asshole?” . . .

“Do I continually and constantly blame others for my shortcomings?” . . .

“Do I really care or is this a good ploy to get my own way again?” . . .

Ask ourselves corporately as a part of the larger whole a few simple questions like:

“Is it even possible to kill for peace?”

“Is factory farming really worth it?”

“Are we really caretakers of this planet or is this massive ecological destruction we are causing just the result of good business practice?”

Those questions are just an example. Ask yourself your own questions, meditate upon them and you will learn quite easily if you are, or are not, moving in love, mercy, and grace.

You may learn WHY you have acquired so much karmic debt . . . and WHY you are always behind the proverbial eight ball.

Maybe if you quit justifying your eating, and thinking, and doing habits and take positive action instead to put an end to them . . . maybe the depression will withdraw and the fibromyalgia will go away and your joy as well as your health will return.

Can’t hurt to try . . . right?

Fantasy Land

I wonder how many people realize that their entire lives are built upon a foundation of fantasy? Mine was, and in many ways still is. To this day I find myself treading upon a fantasized hero’s journey. Whether animal, environmental, or spiritual . . . I’m still in the business of trying to save things.

Many of you reading this might ask. “Fantasy? What the hell is this guy talking about? I live and breath reality. I never fantasize about anything because I’m too busy dealing with reality!”

Question: “If that is true, if you are truly living in reality, why is your reality not the same as mine? I mean doesn’t two – three – three thousand different realities mean that everybody but you is living in fantasy? I mean if there is more than one reality SOMEBODY’S gotta be fantasizing . . . right?”

As I pondered this fantasy dilemma I began to see that there is only one foundation to all reality . . . and that foundation is LOVE. Since ‘love’ is probably the most misinterpreted and misused word in the English language we probably ought to dwell on that first lest we build yet another castle in the sand. . . . so, what is love?

Too many people these days see love  only as (Eros) the emotion that leads to some kind of an action centered in romantic intercourse of one sort or another.

Others broaden the word a bit to include the second deeper (Philia or brotherly love) that includes friendships and family as well as romance.

A few completely open the word to include (Eros) the love that supersedes all others. That’s the point where love is no longer an emotion, but a state of being . . . the place where all judgement and human actions are based upon the principles of love. Eros, the ultimate, breaks the law of duality and is the only pathway to the goal of activating our higher conscience. So far, very few have entered that realm and that is why the planet is in such dire shape. . . . and why nothing changes until we change. As we are now in our development, fantasy rules and we are more virus to this Earth than caretaker.

As an example: When I was a kid in the projects I was raised on John Wayne and Hollywood movie fantasy where the Japs and Germans were pure evil and America was the greatest country in the world. In school I placed my hand over my heart every morning before class began and pledged my allegiance to her. I fantasized that one day when I got older, I would carry a gun myself and fight the bad guys in her defense just like John Wayne did. I’ve always wanted to be a hero and go down in a blaze of glory fighting for truth, justice, and the American way.

Most of my buddies in the projects shared that fantasy with me and years later some of them died horrible deaths in that far away jungle because of it. Their kids are still dying by fire in places like Iraq and Afghanistan . . . for what? Some dipshit and his hegemonic fantasies?

This fantasy that war is noble, the field of battle glorious, and our enemy is some kind of two dimensional creature has led untold millions across the world to a sudden and pain filled death. If the truth ever overshadows that fantasy we may have a chance to evolve beyond the necessity for war, but as is, today we seem to be beating the battle drums more loudly than ever before in this quest to “make America great again” when a quick and honest study of our past history proves we were really never that great in the first place.

That is only one example of a culture steeped in one religious/racial/societal/ fantasy after another, there are many more. These fantasies are what is dividing us and breaking us just like they did to all the other empires before us.

So the question I have to ask myself when I consider where we, as a nation, are going is this . . . ‘Are we moving and creating upon a foundation of love, mercy, and grace, or not?’ If not then we can pray and roll around on the floor of our churches all we want . . . nothing happens until we do.

 

Space-Time and Non-duality

If death delivers us from the binding constricts of time and space . . . why fear death when it is no more than a ticket back to the singularity of our one true home?

Like the guy says, as we get so easily lost in words, language has no way of revealing these truths to us, BUT meditation does.

The Tao Te Ching gives the best thought I believe . . . in the first chapter when it says:

(my interpretation, there are others more true to the original chinese I am sure))

Before the beginning there was the Unknown.

At the beginning the Unknown split into two parts.

One part remained the unknown, the other formed the (time and space) heavens and the earth.

Man, unable to understand the Unknown, either worships it or denies it’s existence.

There are some things in life that must be experienced in order to understand them.

Listening to music.

The taste of a fresh peach.

The touch of a lover.

The scent of fresh rain in a forest.

The view from the top of a mountain.

In all these cases, to deprive the senses from experiencing, is to deprive the knowing.

The Tao must also be experienced.

Give her a name and she becomes a religion.

Ignore her and she will never cease knocking at your door.

The purpose for time and space is for us to experience the wonders and the beauty of that unknown singularity from which we came . . . what we have created, because of the laws of duality governing it, is chaos . . . our chaos, our doing, our responsibility to fix it, nurture it, and restore it.

Time and space are one of the greatest conundrums of both science and philosophy, and have been so since we began to think about them self-reflectively. Many, especially in physics, see space-time as an objective thing, which can be bent and twisted. Others, namely in Eastern philosophy, see time and space as illusions, narratives in…

via The Linguistic Demon of Space-Time — Science and Nonduality

Suicide

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Reading a lot about suicide lately I began to wonder, instead of Anthony Bourdain, what it would take for me to do the deed, because at one time in my youth I could have. When I was younger (in the late 60’s) I went through a time when I thought it would be a good idea to off myself, but then I ran away from my problem and got stoned for a couple of years instead.

When I got older I realized that the suicidal thoughts began because I had expected too much from this decidedly fractured society. I was too good for this place and I was drowning in a huge portion of self pity and self righteousness.

I had the strong belief in America and the people who ran it . . . false deduction #1.

I had a strong belief that my marriage was ordained by God and my ex and I were solidly behind one another . . . false deduction #2.

I believed that I was a tough guy who could handle anything . . . false deduction #3.

I wanted to kill myself and make a statement to everybody for taking me for granted. This act would teach them all a good lesson. . . false deduction #4

I wanted to kill myself because I thought I had reached the end of my rope and had nowhere else to turn .  . . wrong deduction #5

One day after a strong psychedelic experience, after a ‘coming to Jesus’ experience, after dropping all that religious stuff and having a ‘coming to Jim’ experience . . . I began to see our lives here on this dimension had never been created for our ease or our prosperity . . . we were here to learn and to experience as much as possible during our short stay upon these shores.

I learned that karma rules the affairs of men and as I give I will receive. No longer looking for love, I began to see how necessary it was to share to the best of my ability the love that I have within myself with others.

I learned that I was responsible for my actions and if I found myself behind the eightball, chances were I had placed myself there. I quit being a victim and worked towards being a warrior . . . not as I did earlier in my life, but in a spiritual sense. Not in over the top religion, but by quietly following the pathway called kindness. Not by making a spectacle of myself in any direction, but by being there for anyone who crossed my path. (regardless of race, color or creed).

Today as an old man I see nothing but chaos surrounding me in every direction and I seldom leave the confines of my front porch . . . but if anybody comes by I will sit and talk with them, give them a beer or a cup coffee and listen to their complaints without judgement or preachy direction. . . and that old lady who just smacked me in the ass with her grocery cart? I will spin around and give her a smile (though a bit disingenuous)

Today life is great and suicide is far from my mind because I know this life has never been meant to be a rose garden, . . . it’s a battlefield brother, not a recreation room. It’s a fight and not a game. When I fall down, I’m gonna get up because I didn’t start out to play . . . I think we need to learn that.

 

The Connection

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We often hear someone say, “All things are connected” . . . or “we are all one” . . . or “we are all a part of the one God” . . . or some variation of those three statements, but I wonder how deep we go with it. I wonder how many people actually get it, actually get the depth and breadth of this statement. Does religion get it? I think not. . . . Does science get it? I think not. Do I get it? Not in totality, but I think I, as well as many other freethinkers are mentally free enough, and on the path enough, to get a pretty good idea of the reality behind these statements.

Allow me to explain in metaphor what I see and what I mean when I personally say, “Well, we are all connected you know, everything that exudes energy, even in minute doses, is connected to everything else that exudes energy and all are an integral part of life.”

In the beginning there was Intelligence and there was Energy….that’s all there was.

Beyond that, there lies a huge green door . . . behind the green door lives a Mystery so deep and so hidden that our brains cannot spiritually or physically, fathom it.

Because we cannot fathom it, we either worship it as God . . . or we fearfully ignore it and pretend that science just hasn’t found the key to the door quite yet, but it will . . . and off we go in theoretical physics trying to prove the existence of the God particle.

Well, my guess is we won’t, not ever, not even on the fourth, fifth and sixth dimensions will we ever discover it. The answer to the Mystery behind the green door will always remain one step ahead of us until that time in our far off future when we evolve to the point where we CAN reunite with the Mystery that lies behind that green door. Then, like MLK said, (though he was a bit early in saying it, it still rings true), “Free at last, free at last, thank God almighty I’m free at last!”  

One day while traveling the Great Void Intelligence happened upon Energy.

Being enamored with Her shimmering beauty He knew He must have Her . . .

He proposed………

She accepted……

Instantly the great marriage experience (later to be called the Big Bang) ensued.

When Intelligence and Energy became One their orgasm flung the seeds of Creativity throughout the Great Void.

The physical universe was formed, Stars, Solar systems, and the smaller planets appeared.

The Earth, being a favored child of the Two, was scattered with the seeds of a million creations, each one having the ability to reproduce and change evolutionary direction as seemed fitting to insure its survivability in the highly competitive environment.

Intelligence and Energy, thrilled with what they had accomplished, chose to remain the Mystery by giving their Manchild physical dominion over their newly formed creation.

Man, in order to understand creation, could only find understanding within their spiritual selves or within the mysteries of creation, otherwise he worshiped idols and doctrines of his own making and moved out of sync with the entire universe. As he quickly succumbed to negative influences, the law of Duality became the order of the day and he found himself lost and alone in a creation of his own making.

 

Every time we shun the laws of balance and chase profit by destroying an entire mountain top for its coal deposits, or pollute river, or land, or skies, or bomb and mutilate each other in the name of religion, or business, or anything else . . . it is a direct confrontation with the Mystery behind the green door and automatically we go deeper in debt to the Law of Karma.

So when we beg for help . . . the Mystery will not hear, when we bow in worship and perform religious rites . . . the Mystery will not see . . .

When we do our designated task and work as caretakers over the physical universe . . . the Mystery does hear . . . when we show empathy to everyone we come in contact with . . . the Mystery does see . . . and because of his actions the Mystery rewards that faithful servant with the spiritual strength to overcome the law of duality and partake of all the joys allotted to them. Their Heaven will be established, their Hell will be destroyed and they will become emissary to the unknown Mystery behind the green door.

Every time men choose profit over planet we are in direct opposition to the owner of this planet. . . . every time we choose planet over profit we are in favor with the owner of this planet.

In one we are creating our Hell . . . in the other our Heaven. . . . NOW, right  now.

When we die we move on into another dimension for sure, but if you think you are going to take part in destroying this planet and then get rewarded with a perfect new one just because someone told you you would . . . guess what.

 

 

 

Insects

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When I was a kid I liked insects, after I came back from Asia I hated them. I don’t think I had one meal in all those months where I could sit back and relax because of the constant battle to keep flies from carrying off my food. I don’t think I had one night in the bush without getting half eaten alive by mosquitoes.

That was the way I felt until yesterday. After watching that video about the world wide insect populations sharp decline I felt differently, and a little fearful for all of us. That’s when the light went on in my head and I began to realize where this was all heading. That light, now, upon further research, has only gotten brighter and my conclusion to all this is scarier than those bug filled nights in the jungle.

I realized that at least part of my current fight wasn’t with the ineptness of government, or the greed based corporate system. . . . These things couldn’t compare to the mountains of trouble I saw in that video.

One thing I noticed for certain is that we are in deep trouble whether we have caused all this environmental degradation or not. I am seeing right now, first hand, a large disappearance of insects, birds and mammals taking place on my property. Regardless of the reasons, we are about to face in this country, a multi-species die off on a broad and frightening scale, and soon hunger will become the order of the day.

When it comes to the insects that were always a pain to me, this year a large percentage of them were MIA. The carpenter bees that came by the hundreds . . . this year came by the tens.

At night in summer zillions of flying insects swarmed around the porch lights until I had to start turning them off. Bats, who are also AWOL loved it though because it was a smorgasbord out there for them.

I saw none of my favorite night flyers either. The large mint green Luna moths were also AWOL.

Man, as I sit here and think about this, I can visualize all sorts of bugs and worms I don’t see anymore. . . . and in spite of my aversion to creepy crawlers, I want them to come back. I want to continue seeing my world as a place of peace and safety instead of this barren hell I’m beginning to visualize.

So, what’s the deal? Has the ozone layer shrunk enough to allow the incoming UV light to intensify until it is now killing off or sterilizing the insects and birds and frogs and wood creatures of all sorts all the way up to deer? I hope not, but I think so.

Poison is being spread around here for the Ash borer disease, Monsanto crops ( that are deadly to ALL life!), and God knows what else, but to lose, quite quickly, at least 75% of everything all at once is frightening and discouraging . . . WTF ARE THOSE IDIOT MFERS! behind the spray nozzles up to?   

Well it’s hard to say for certain, but I believe MOST of them are sane conscientious people who believe they are doing the right thing. They’ve attended a seminar or two from Monsanto, they’ve witnessed first hand the destruction of insects who love to chow down on their crops and they are all for chemically spraying everything they grow . . . it makes sense . . . it makes money . . . what could be wrong with any of that?

Well, the ONE glaring problem that I see is that the people who have the power to do these things are looking FIRST for profit and second for planet . . . “well, we can make big bucks here and the collateral damage won’t be so bad that we can’t cover up the evidence from the occasional accident” . . . well guess what? The collateral damage IS so bad!  The corporation needs to put PLANET first before profit.

The SECOND glaring problem I see is that in this country, and probably the entire Western side of civilization, we have been taught from birth to compartmentalize our research systems as well as our belief systems.

“What are you talking about?” you ask. Here let me show you . . . let’s start at the top with religion.

We are mostly Christian in this country, but the same applies to all the main religions, so:

To try to understand the mystery of life, and creativity, and spirituality, we have had to compartmentalize God, Jesus, the bible, the apostles, heaven, hell, the various denominations, parishioners and priests. All the way down the line we’ve had to separate and breakdown every part of the mystery in order to understand it. We’ve done it through doctrine, biblical interpretation, pastoral and church law, etc.

Instead of a free flowing, all inclusive celebration concerning the mystery of life, we have created a corporation that moves in the same track of racial bigotry that the non whites in this country receive every day. The only difference this time is that being black is fine, but being Buddhist or Catholic or Baptist, or anything you aren’t is not fine and unless you repent and join “our” church you are in deep hellish shit.

“Are you saying the Christian Church is racist?” HOW DARE YOU! “

Yes I am and here’s why . . . the definition of racism:

Racism: the belief that all members of each (RACE) possess characteristics or abilities specific to that (RACE), especially so as to distinguish it as inferior or superior to another (RACE) or (RACES).

Religion: the belief that all members of each (RELIGION/CHURCH/DENOMINATION) possess characteristics or abilities specific to that (RELIGION), especially so as to distinguish it as inferior or superior to another (DENOMINATION) or (RELIGION).

What makes Christianity fall into the racist category is the fact that by compartmentalizing it in search of truth we have instead broken apart the free flowing, all inclusive reality concerning the mystery of life, set ourselves up as standard bearers of the truth, and sat ourselves at the right hand of our imaginary God.

We worship OUR God while pissing on the beliefs of all the others.

When and if we ever drop exclusivity of race as well as exclusivity of religion we will be in line for a huge jump in human evolution. Now I know that went over every true believers head instantly and they probably didn’t read it for fear of maybe believing it, and going to hell for doing so . . . so let’s talk about something else . . . medicine.

Western medicine is great for some things, I’d be dead had I not had a heart bypass a few years back or going blind had I not had the cataracts removed from my eyes. Instead I am 75 years old and as good to go as I always was (though a bit slower) I still build things, work out, etc. and I give all the credit to my genes and modern medicine. I only maintain proper weight and try to eat right (sometimes) and those guys do the rest.

We made one huge mistake though when we were developing the healthcare system we now use, we compartmentalized. When we did that, all Eastern inspired holistic healthcare went out the door in favor of  the modern western approach.

The whole body approach that had been used for thousands of years was replaced by the new approach of attacking disease at its source and either extricating the offending part or fixing it with super heavy pharmaceutical drugs.  

This approach works fairly well as long as it’s not dealing with something that is not localized like fibromyalgia, or chronic pain, or viral infection. When faced with any of these it becomes impotent rather quickly.

Here is a pretty good analogy I discovered on the web by a Dr. Emill Kim. He’s using a fisherman as the Eastern approach . . . a fishmonger as the Western approach.

A fisherman spends his days in the ocean understanding the currents, the temperature of the water, and the restlessness of the waves. Over a lifetime, he learns the habits, preferences, idiosyncrasies of his catch. He already knows if it swims alone or in a school; acts as predator or prey; migrates with the changing seasons or stays in local waters. The fisherman and fish have a living, dynamic relationship because they share the same home. Like family, what affects the fish will affect the fisherman.

The fishmonger, on the other hand, lives in an environment far removed from the coastal depths or briny shores. His work place is one of sterility and smelling of chemical disinfectant. He wears a white smock often bearing a sharp knife. His understanding of fish anatomy is quite detailed and he can deconstruct one readily. The fish who arrive in his clutches are already dead or dying so he has little or no interest in how they swim, play, or interact. He’s likely never seen one vibrantly alive. (end of quote)

I am a fan of the East for their holistic approach to medicine, but reserve the West for emergency work needing invasive surgery, etc.

Thing is, medicine works best when both disciplines are used together in a non-compartmentalized way. That would be the way I feel our government should be working towards balance in the profit/planet question.

Can we find a way to destroy insects like the ash borer? Of course we can, there are already ways, but it takes study, and intelligence, and time to come up with a viable individually focused solution.

America has NO time worked into anything. We live in a “I want it . . . and I want it now!” society . . . so instead of finding a natural predator that could do the job for us and not make a mess of it, we grab the poison canister, put it in a plane and drop the shit out the door until it ends up all over everything in the area, after the poison falls to the earth it begins at the bottom of the food chain infiltrating itself into the earth worms, ground crawlers, etc. . . . finds its way into a stream . . . then a creek . . . then a river . . . then a lake and ultimately ends up on your dinner table lodged in the flesh of that clean, fresh smelling trout you just caught this morning.  

After years of absorbing these various and sundry poisons you end up in a hospital dying of cancer crying out to the god of heaven . . . “Why Me??” Really? Are we actually that stupid? I think so and I find that thought as scary as anything I have experienced in the last 75 years of living on this planet. We ARE that stupid. (end part 1)

 

Trouble In Paradise

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Years ago my wife and I decided to move out of the city and into this quiet, wooded valley. I, a retired builder no longer in sync with the rhythm of the modern world was looking for a place to chill out and get back to nature. My wife, a life long naturalist, wanted nothing more out of life than to own a cabin in the woods and live there in peace with a man that loved her . . . she got both. We got both.

For the last ten or so years, after we personally built this place up, we have lived in close proximity to a plethora of creatures both large and small. We have many birds at our feeding stations. . . we have deer, turkey, raccoons, opossum, bobcat, snakes of all species. Under the guest cabin there lived a six foot black snake. (I haven’t seen for a few years)

We have ginseng and many other herbs growing wild in our woods and we have two fine springs we developed, one for usage, the other I’m holding in reserve just in case. I have figured all the angles just in case the preppers are right and the SHTF like they say. We are as close to self sufficient as we can get.

Life was not perfect, but nice . . . it all started souring this summer with the disappearing birds. They were still around, but in much lower numbers. We figured they found better seed in the natural world and would be back when it got cold. I noticed the snake population was not right, they were not in the wood pile or under the cabin or anywhere in the woods. I noticed the big wolf spiders were gone from my tool shed, actually ALL the spiders were gone. I noticed the bees were gone (the species that were not honey bees. They left long ago.) The carpenter bees were fewer . . . the hornets were fewer . . . yellow jackets were fewer . . . the swarms of ladybugs didn’t show up this year. . . even the nasty stink bugs were far fewer. We began to worry and to wonder. My wife called the State and the young know-it-all that managed it practically laughed at her.

The 12 squirrels I used to chase from the feeders every day stopped coming around . . . the chipmunks too . . . as well as the possum who came at night and stole the cat food . . . and the raccoons who came too. Even the deer seemed to be fewer this season . . . and our pet turkey hasn’t been around.

The crawling insects are also disappearing . . . ants . . . beetles . . . flies . . . stick bugs . . . worms . . . centipedes . . . etc. Everything I can think of (except seemingly the deer ticks) are gone!

WTF is going on? They said it was the hawks, but we know better cause there has always been hawks and owls and vultures. I thought it was the Monsanto garbage they put on the cornfield by the river . . . or the fracking injection well on the other side . . . but now what I think is happening is far worse than I could have imagined . . .  

Watch these videos and you will see why I am so disturbed.

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The Art Of Discussion

debateHow many times have you read “no religion or politics” when looking at the membership rules in a web forum? I mean, you can talk about lots of other things, but two of the most important issues facing us in this life is considered taboo? . . . What’s up with that? Any talk concerning our spiritual well being . . . taboo. Any talk concerning the governing of our physical well being . . . taboo. These two categories are still, even in this supposedly enlightened country, considered unsafe because they always end up causing a heated argument . . . why?  Continue reading “The Art Of Discussion”

The After Life . . .

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After having a conversation on the internet with a couple of born again Christians about the afterlife I began to wonder how many people there are on this planet who believe the party line when it comes to Heaven and Hell and the afterlife. I figure there are probably zillions, but I’m not one of them. Even during my ‘balls to the wall’ Christian days I never believed a lot of the mainline Christian doctrine. So, what am I saying? Simply that from the very beginning of my search for reality, the Christian religion has led me down a steep and winding trail.  

I came impulsively into religion because I was seeking meaning and safety in a life that was quite frankly steam rolling out of control. I was an American therefore I chose Christianity. Had I been born and bred in Afghanistan I would have chosen the Muslim religion. Born elsewhere I may have become Hindu . . . Buddhist . . . etc.

Now, on the social level I have no doubt the church is an important charitable organization. It does many worthy things such as feeding the poor and homeless. It instills hope in depressed and dependent people. It is a beacon of light to the drunk, the druggy, the true believer . . . and so on. I honor her for that, but . . . and especially after seeing how the christian right is flocking to the  disjointed ramblings of Donald Trump and his war on immigration, she’s turned a lot of people off, especially the young, and us old folks who have enough experience under our belts to see the fallacies in that kind of belief system.

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Imagine . verses 1 2 3

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Verse 1

In John’s first verse he asks us to:

Imagine there’s no heaven

It’s easy if you try

No hell below us

Above us only sky

Imagine all the people

Living for today . . .

Since time began God has been around in one form or another watching us. Depending on when, where, and what age we were born in, we would have received from our elders an entirely different picture of God.

What is God anyway?  Who is this multi-faceted Father of the universe that, while declaring unending love for  us, also demands our total worship or else? “It ‘s heaven or hell Bubba, you better get your shit together or hell and damnation await you!” . . . Yikes!

Now I know this stuff helps when a person is a child, but after one reaches maturity little Johnnie should be seeing things a bit clearer than that. It’s time for him to drop the blinders and realize HE is the guy responsible for his actions. It’s time for him to either fly . . . or crash to the ground.

There are no magical formulas, no special alliances . . . only hard work. Man, both singly and corporately, creates his own heaven and burns in his own hell by the way he thinks and the actions he takes in daily life.

What happens beyond the grave, nobody knows, but personally I doubt very much Dante’s hell exists for any of us. I also highly doubt we will be walking on streets of gold and having lunch with Jesus . . . Continue reading “Imagine . verses 1 2 3”

What Can I Do? . . .

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Ok, I understand what’s going on in the world. I even somewhat understand what needs to be done to remedy the situation . . . but I am just one person, what in the world can I do about it? How can one person have any affect at all when it comes to real honest to God change in this society?

Well, that’s the question we all ask ourselves when we consider this stuff. Who needs even one more prophet of doom wandering the halls of cyberspace anyways?

Truth is nobody wants your wisdom . . . nobody wants your knowledge . . . nor does anybody particularly need it. (assuming you actually have any to begin with)

They have all spent a vast amount of time building up the particular facade you are now attempting to destroy, and are actually quite annoyed when you begin chopping away at it. Truth is most people find it much easier to blame others for their problems anyways, so forget about it.

People in this country crave diversion, they flock to it like beetles running to a freshly laid dog turd. You want popularity? You want a large readership on your blog? Stick to the simple stuff, throw in as much sex as you can, and you will someday become king of blog hill. Continue reading “What Can I Do? . . .”

Free Your Mind . . .

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This blog has two goals. One is to lay out a personal plan for meaningful change and what it will take for us to do it. The other is to reveal, in as simple a way as possible, the reality of just what sort of fix we, as well as this entire planet are in.

We all want to raise our families in peace and freedom. We should all realize by now that relying on a governmental system, regardless of what it is called, or a religion, regardless of what it is called, or anything else, regardless of what it is called, will not do the trick for us.

These entities are not even capable of creating a just and lasting change in the human condition. They just can’t do it. God knows they have been trying and promising change throughout modern history, and none of them have yet to succeed to any measured degree that I can see.

Don’t you think it’s about time to shift gears and realize that any lasting change MUST come from within us? That we are personally responsible for our actions and are the only ones with the power to change ourselves? Continue reading “Free Your Mind . . .”

Free Your Body . . .

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Barack Obama, the first black man to be elected President of the Unites States rode into office on the winds of promised change.

I liked Obama, his ideas sounded good to me. I also considered his term a last chance effort to dig this country out of the ditch the previous administration had dug for us. I was not so happy with our new president later on though, when I realized he may just go down in history as one of the worst presidents we ever had.

Why do you think so many of us who voted for his promise of change ultimately gave up on him? How come his presidency did not work?

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Diversity . . .

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Although we can be related by blood or formed into various groups, each one of us lives in our own reality and perceives this existence we all share a wee bit differently. Expecting others to share, exchange for, or even believe, OUR reality has always been a major cause of conflict in this world, and yet we continue walking this same beaten and worn out path throughout history.

Diversity is what creates the magic. Traveling to various exotic places is far more exciting than visiting the local coffee shop. Having pizza in Naples is far more exciting than going over to Dominoes for it. Killing diversity is the same as exchanging paradise for a parking lot. Do that and what do we get? . . . boredom!

Conversing with people of other races or religions is great fun if you give each other space to believe their own views without attempting to interject your particular brand of salvation. Being open minded is a good concept.

Why then continually fall into the politically correct trap that has very carefully been lain for us in this country. Are we really the greatest country in the world? Is democracy really the highest form of government? Is Jesus really the only begotten son of God? These are all topics open for discussion, not truths etched in stone. Even in America we don’t have all the answers. (though we seem to think we do)

If we want to learn something worth while perhaps we should drop the con game and search within ourselves for the answers. Seek out things that will bring us all together rather than tear us apart even more. We will all gain from the experience, far more than just always being right . . . when we have no proof we even are.

Enlightenment . . .

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If a true and lasting change must begin from within then what must we do to be changed? Do we find a Bodhi tree to sit under and meditate like the Buddha until it happens? Should we enroll in divinity school? Learn the proper incantations and rituals? What? We want to change, we’re ready to go, but we need some direction.

When I was a Christian I heard a lot about being born again. What does it mean to be born again? Does it mean to worship Jesus as savior of the world, get baptized, follow church doctrine, and do what the elders and self professed prophets tell you?

Jesus may have been our teacher . . . or the Buddha . . . or Mohammad . . . or Moses . . . or the Hindu Veda . . . but isn’t the goal of any good teacher to teach? Doesn’t their greatest joy come from watching us activate what they taught us? Continue reading “Enlightenment . . .”

The Dream?? . . .

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Eleven o’clock on a summer morning and the place was seemingly deserted, no dogs, nothing. Where’s everybody at? Where’s the kids?

I slowly drove past one house after another in the upscale housing development. I gazed upon one perfectly manicured lawn after another, each bisected by ribbons of clean concrete drives and sidewalks. There probably wasn’t a dandelion in the whole allotment.

This carefully designed scene, instead of evoking envy, made me feel creeped out and sad, especially for the chubby kids that must be inside huddling around their TV’s and computers breathing stale, conditioned air. Kids who’ve never heard of kick the can, or knew the pleasure of playing hide and seek outside after dark. Kids who’ve never danced in the warm summer rain. or got into a good fist fight. To me, this atmosphere was cold, sterile, and alien.

Day after day, aside from the occasional guy who still mowed his own lawn, or his wife coming and going in her new S.U.V., I rarely saw anyone. The only noise in the neighborhood was the sound of construction around the new overpriced homes we were building. Continue reading “The Dream?? . . .”

New World Order Or New Order For The World . . .

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I think everybody by now has an idea as to what the New World Order is, and that idea usually is formed around a personal perception that could range anywhere from a vast world wide conspiracy by a few very rich and powerful families, to George Bush’s thousand points of light. Whatever you believe is fine, my goal is not to save you from anything, it is merely to get you thinking about something a little more substantial than American Idol or presidential promises.

I gotta say that my personal viewpoint of all this vacillates so much that I really don’t know what form the New World Order will take. I do feel very strongly though, that whatever is looming over the horizon is not going to make me very happy.

I feel a sense of foreboding akin to what I felt that day I was hiking alone in the Alaskan wilderness and came upon a large pile of steaming bear shit. I never saw the bear, never even heard it, but for the rest of the trip I remained on heightened alert.

I believe it’s time for us to wake up and educate ourselves to the things going on in the world and start asking some questions. Time to prepare for the worst while hoping for the best. Continue reading “New World Order Or New Order For The World . . .”

Corporate Conundrum . . .

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In Western Christian belief a baby is born in sin. Right off the bat the child has two strikes against him and the only hope for the kid is that before he strikes out and ends up in hell he finds personal salvation. In the Eastern Zen Buddhist belief a baby is born pure and learns to be evil because of the hellishness in the world. His salvation comes from self realization.

I follow the Eastern Way. I believe that in the right circumstances all people are capable of committing heroic deeds, but in the wrong circumstances all people are quite capable of propagating all forms of evil upon themselves as well as their fellows.

Take war for instance. War is evil personified and yet men swarm to it like beetles skittering to a dog turd. Take an incident like 911 when the towers went down. We would have a hard time counting the heroics that took place that day as strangers died trying to save other strangers while a whole country mourned openly. Continue reading “Corporate Conundrum . . .”

Realist vs Dreamer . . .

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There are two basic types of believers . . . the realist and the dreamer. The realist sees himself standing with both feet on the ground facing life as it is and making the best of it. He has a hard time buying into the dreamer’s world because many times the dreamer has no foundation under his dreams, they are merely just hopes and wishes.

The realist is the glue that holds societies together. He seeks to improve upon the foundation already laid, and has no desire to try and decipher the ethereal plans of the dreamer.

On the other hand the dreamer lives in a world of ‘what if’s’. His feet are not so solidly planted, and his head is often in a cloud. He sees things as they are, but also what they could become if only . . Continue reading “Realist vs Dreamer . . .”