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 . . .”

On Warfare

There’s an old favorite Calvin and Hobbes cartoon hanging in my office.

It starts with the two of them walking through the woods on a bright, sunny, winter day. Calvin, being mesmerized by the beauty of it all, stops and gives a long dissertation questioning why mankind had chosen in the first place to sequester himself in houses and cars while living in such overpowering beauty.

Turning to Hobbes he asks. “ That’s why I want to ask you, as a tiger, a wild animal close to nature, what you think we’re put here on earth to do . . . What’s our purpose in life? Why are we here?”

Hobbes thinks for a moment, smiles, raises his arms in the old Italian gesture and replies, “We’re here to devour each other alive.” Then he walks away. Continue reading “On Warfare”

Discovering Myself

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Recently I read a story about a women who had a near death experience. She died of cancer, went over, came back healed and now tells her story about it. She says above all else just be yourself. You are perfect just the way you are . . . the only judgement from the other side is that which you lay upon yourself . . . that’s it . . . just be yourself. Her name is Anita Moorjani if you’re interested.

I want to be myself. . . but

Who am I?

Am I the tough kid who was born in a housing project that learned to fight and to trust nobody except my friends by the time I was tall enough to reach the doorknob and escape from the hellhole called family? . . . no

Am I the kid who grew up wanting to be an athlete but never made it beyond a third place finish? . . . no

Am I the bad student who had a 130 IQ but always had his girlfriend do his homework for him and who loved to cheat on tests? . . . no Continue reading “Discovering Myself”

Heaven

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I live in a small valley surrounded by wooded hills and deep beauty. Over the years I have grown used to the quiet tranquility of this place, but this morning as I walked the dogs I viewed it for what it actually could become.

I walked down my drive and onto the narrow country road like I do every morning. The dogs peed on their favorite spots like they always do. We all started our two mile walk like we always do . . . but halfway down the lane I had what some may call a vision.

As I walked through the area where large trees from either side of the lane touched one another, I looked up into the contrast between dark shade and bright sun and I thought, ‘what could be more beautiful than this planet? Heaven? Not any future heaven I ever heard of could compete with what I have right here, right now.’ This earth as far as beauty goes is all I need. Continue reading “Heaven”

Hell

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I gotta wonder, how in the hell did we ever come up with this idea anyway? Why do we take such nonsense as our truth to begin with?

I mean really, isn’t this whole “accept Jesus Christ as your personal savior or spend eternity in hell” a bit lame when you research the scriptures from where all this stuff comes from?

Now Jesus was a great teacher, perhaps even the greatest, but he was a TEACHER . . . and what greater gift can you give a teacher than to get an A on his test? He don’t need you groveling at his feet he does need you to learn your lessons. Do your homework dammit!

What kind of heavenly father would throw his kids into a dungeon and torture them for all eternity just because they didn’t give him the respect he thought he deserved? My sons don’t give me much respect, but I love them anyway and certainly would not punish them for it. Doesn’t that make me more empathetic than God? Continue reading “Hell”

Creativity

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I am a creator.

We all are.

I create my tomorrows by acting upon the thoughts I have today.

We all do.

Creativity begins with a thought.

Perhaps the universe was created in the same manner?

In the beginning the creator/artist had a thought.

Following the thought came a vision of the work in the artists mind.

Following the vision came the gathering of materials.

Following the gathering of materials came the process of creating.

Following the process of creating came the actual creation.

Whether the universe or a landscape painting it is the same process.

What about the creator/artist?

Does he not reveal himself through His creation?

How better to understand Renoir than to study one of his works.

How better to understand God than to study His works?

Only a criminal fool would destroy Renoir’s Dance At Bougival.

And yet man seemingly has no problem at all when it comes to destroying EARTH the mother of all beauty.
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Ego

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During my Christian period in the seventies I belonged to one of the many charismatic movements of the day. We called ourselves the ‘End Time Move of God.’ Our doctrine was quite similar to the more established Pentecostal Church. Our main message was ‘death to self’.

The means to doing this was to physically remove ourselves from society and move to a remote wilderness where we would all live in communal bliss until we became at one with God and with each other. . . wow man . . . heady stuff for me at the time.

Well, to make a long story short, it didn’t work folks. It didn’t work for our group, and it won’t work for your group, whether Christian or not, either. To drop the ego and become one with the universe . . . or God . . . or anything else. is ethereal gumbo, it’s bullshit. Continue reading “Ego”

When? . . .

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OH MY GOD!! . . .

The greatest storm ever recorded! . . .
10,000 dead and growing . . .
Entire villages flushed away . . .
Death, death, and more death.

I see concern from the media, hear it from from everybody I talk to.
“Oh, my! Those poor people in the Philippines! God help them . . .
Should we send a contribution?

I heard the same thing during the tsunami in Thailand . . .
Nakashima, Japan . . .
The storms on the East Coast . . .
The earthquakes, volcanoes, fires, and floods across the whole planet.

I hear this same shit all the time,
Crops drying up, drought, people being slaughtered in civil wars that make no sense.
Poor ignorant countries being fed guns by the rich, well fed ones so they can kill even better.

I hear this same shit all the time. . .
All the time . . .
All the time.

We check our tv’s for body counts
Like Westmoreland doing a battle report in Vietnam . . .

How many dead? Oh, WOW, man, that’s unbelievable!!
Man we got to do something about it. . .
We got to do something about it . . .
We got to do something about it!
About it!!!

WHEN??

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Attitude . . .

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Well, let’s say we have gone about as far as we can go in the natural world with this survival stuff and are now prepared for the day that may never come. Now can we get back to normal and relax a bit?

Well maybe, but first we need to discuss one more very important thing. . . . If the worse case scenario happens and we really do have to go into survival mode how are we going to cope?

In order to survive, our coveted lives of quiet privacy has quickly become a thing of the past. We are now forced into living a communal lifestyle under the same roof with friends and family. OK now what?

What are we going to do if the grid goes down? Think about it. Everything we do is tied into that electric power line. Entertainment, utilities, appliances, phones, practically everything. Shut it down and we are instantly thrown back to the rural thirties. Generators are good for a short time, but they waste precious fuel and are often a noisy pain in the ass. Continue reading “Attitude . . .”

Mind . . .

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The number one requirement for any kind of survival is to have control of our mind. Without that we might as well just go out and jump off a cliff. We will save ourselves a whole lot of hard work because we’re not going to be successful anyhow.

So let’s discuss mind a bit. I have an idea concerning mind that works quite well for me, I’ll share it with you knowing full well that ultimately we must use our own facilities of reason and creativity if we have any hope of understanding mind. We can listen to others, we can be of one mind with others, but the final decision before we act must always be our own.

Some people argue that the brain created the mind. Some people argue that the mind created the brain. It all depends on how we look at it and how we were taught, but I go decidedly with the latter. Before the brain there existed the mind. Continue reading “Mind . . .”

Get A Job . . .

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The importance of this little story is not to tell you why I am a carpenter. It goes far deeper then that.

If you are young and rebellious and discouraged as I was when I left the military and joined the work force, fear not. There is a place for you. All you need to do is not be afraid to search and find it.

When I was a young man I quit every job I had within a very short time. I never had a deep love for money and I hated to go to work because it interfered with my partying. I said, “the hell with that, “I’ll be a bum,” . . . and I pretty much was.

But I was also too proud to take handouts . . . so I reluctantly became a working bum. I worked odd jobs, took care of myself, never asked anybody for anything, but in my heart I didn’t have what it took to be a bum. I didn’t know what I wanted actually, and for the few years before and after 1970 I just existed.

Then one day after taking an odd job I discovered how much I loved pounding nails and building things. From that time on I was a carpenter. . . and proud of it.

I enjoyed getting up early in the morning and driving to the job site. I enjoyed the ruggedness, the camaraderie, the long hours in freezing temperatures or baking in the hot sun. . . it was me, it was mine. I had found my path.

They told me that in order to be to be a journeyman carpenter I had to join the union and become an apprentice for four years. I said, “the hell with that.”

I went to the library and spent one whole Alaskan winter studying the craft of carpentry. The following Spring when building picked up, I bull shitted my way onto a framing crew building houses and never looked back.

I worked hard, continued my studies, and after a lot of on-the-job training, I learned all the various phases of carpentry and became a home builder in my own right. I started my own company and built houses for many years . . . then I moved to furniture, music instruments, and various other things.

Today as a retired gentleman of leisure, I still enjoy building stuff and I swear one day I’m gonna go back in the woods and build myself a tree house. . . . may next Spring.

That’s just me. That’s what I did because it fit my personality, but that was my bliss . . . and believe me, following the money trail is a dead end street regardless of your portfolio’s size. Life is only worth the effort if you, like Joseph Campbell said, follow your bliss.

American Indian Religion . . .

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I am a firm believer that we can not tiptoe into the future while bearing the heavy burdens of our past . . . it just won’t work.

The theme of this blog is ‘change’ but I don’t believe change is even possible until we begin to face the reality of our belief systems. One of those most cherished is our religion, another is cultural superiority.

We are an arrogant bunch and it is often hard for us to see our failings, individually as well as corporately, so from time to time I will post things to try and jar us out of our superiority complex . . . this is one of them.

The question behind this post is: What if we would have listened and learned from the American Indian in the very beginning and decided to assimilate and co-exist instead of conquer? What kind of society would we have today had we done so? Continue reading “American Indian Religion . . .”

Mom And Pop . . .

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I got into a discussion with some people concerning their parents the other day, and beings that I had just gone through much of the same stuff with my own mother, I could feel their pain. I also heard them crying for a quick fix. This was my reply:

Much of this discussion I have played the devil’s advocate using myself as the goading force in a pretty deep subject: The elderly and their stubborn ways.

But really, how DO we deal with them?

They are too stubborn, they are selfish, they are causing us problems, we love them BUT they are driving us nuts!

We justify, we piss and moan, look for answers where there are none, and we tell our horror stories to the multi nods of a zillion kids with the same problem.

For the “me first” generation, it’s simple . . . there is no answer. Continue reading “Mom And Pop . . .”

The Empire Is Crumbling . . .

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The empire is crumbling. I don’t like to use those words, but they are, in my mind, far closer to the truth than any of the other stuff I am hearing these days. From the ‘everything’s fine’ spin I hear coming from the Trump administration, to the made up doomsday reports on youtube and in the blogs. (it’s really bad enough guys why make shit up?) . . . So what is it anyway? yeah or nay?

Personally? I sense there’s a bad moon rising . . . but who knows for sure? We all read and watch the same stuff and draw our conclusions from it, mostly according to our perceptions and fears. When it comes to crystal balling the fall of the House of America I gotta honestly say I don’t know . . . and I doubt few of the media’s talking heads do either.

So, given all that, what DO I know? And what is best for me and my family when it comes to living in this country at this particular time in it’s history. That’s all that counts in the long run. How am I going to cope with whatever happens?

I have already written in this blog about survival and how I intend on doing it, and am already in the position I think is best for me and mine. Now, for us, it’s just a matter of chilling out and waiting to see which way the wind blows. Continue reading “The Empire Is Crumbling . . .”