REMOTE CONTROL?

Environment is information.

Some would be here even if man were not.
Some would not be here without him.
The first I call natural information,
Including man,
Excluding his expressions.
The second I call artificial information;
What man expresses
Beyond life’s necessities;
Food and modest shelter.

In the wilderness
Three quarters of my information is artificial
Unless I take off my clothes.
In the city
all of my information is artificial
Unless I look straight up.

Only artificial information
Evokes the problem of believing
The information.
Only natural information
Evokes the solution of believing
In Oneself.

The lack of these distinctions
Makes a circuit board of gray matter;
A robot of flesh and blood …
Duck and cover, the boogie man’s about
Managed by the daily news
Misrepresenting what the leaders do
While, in our name, the leaders
Misrepresent us.

It’s in the irony of our inventions
Those clever gadgety things
Like governments and remote controls
That reward the ones who make ‘em
With the paychecks of the ones who buy ‘em
After the bill for the brainwash
That makes the nicety a necessity.
Cars make everywhere too far to walk.
Air conditioners make everywhere too hot.
Television is easier than thinking.
Billion dollar, GPS guided, super precision
Push a button here, hit a cross hair there
Weapons of slightly less than mass destruction
Kill more people from further away
less accurately
Than ever before:
Now 85% civilian,
A third of them children;
Up from one civilian for ten soldiers
Killed a hundred years ago.
War and technology,
Working hand in hand.

The double irony of it all;
It’s only too far, too hot,
Too stupid and too deadly
Outside the air conditioned car,
Outside the bunkers full of TVs
Displaying results of pushing buttons,
Out where nature
And the vast, rest
Of mankind live.

Humans are ruled by aliens
To the golden rule and karma
Kept at bay by arms
In the hands of poor young among us
Given orders by rich old
Enacting the “perfect society”
Of the military over the masses,
Logic over love,
Force over friendship
Punishment over parity
Murder over mercy.
Clean lines of artificiality
Uninhabitable by funky fecund nature
Due to our daily scrubbing
For signs of insubordination
With the military precision
We enforce upon ourselves.

Everything I typed,
You read,
Is artificial information.
There is nothing to believe
Merely ideas to think about
Next time all your information
Is natural
And you believe
In yourself.

ADAPTING

adapt [uh-dapt]

1.to make suitable to requirements or conditions; adjust or modify fittingly: They adapted themselves to the change quickly. He adapted the novel for movies.
2.to adjust oneself to different conditions, environment, etc.: to adapt easily to all circumstances.

I remember seeing Yahudi Menuhin, in speaking of his mother’s survival of Nazi Germany, say something to the effect that she came out the other side of the horror of that time intact because she never adapted to the artificial conditions; she always remembered who she was. That has stayed with me ever since as the understanding of the two diametrically opposed definitions of the word adapt.

I was well into this post when I interrupted it to catch this morning’s Democracy Now Thanksgiving Day broadcast, featuring:
• Eloise Cobell, a Blackfeet Indian and the plaintiff in the landmark lawsuit Cobell v. Kempthorne, on behalf of 300,000 Native Americans and is the largest class action lawsuit ever filed against the U.S. government.
• Felix Villca, an Aymara Indian and a senior advisor to the Bolivian Foreign Ministry in the government of Evo Morales, Bolivia's first indigenous leader.
• Sheila Watt-Cloutier, representing the more than 150,000 Inuit of Canada, Greenland, Alaska, and Russia (no pic available).
• Mililani Trask, speaking about the U.S. invasion of Hawaii and the entire Pacific, all speaking at the "Indigenous Peoples' Resistance to Economic Globalization a Celebration of Victories, Rights and Cultures" teach-in put on by the International Forum on Globalization.

No more fitting program could be imagined, here during the most arrogantly hypocritical celebration of United States’ hubris, to face the facade with what it would prefer remain under the rug. I highly recommend watching every minute of this broadcast for the inspiration of seeing the power of an indigenous population unified in speaking for their equal rights to institutions based on ignoring them. Felix Villca, in speaking of the realization of the Bolivian indigenous people that they were 80% of the population without representation, being robbed by the government, said to themselves, “We can do this!” and elected Evo Morales president and are renegotiation all the corporate contracts for fair distribution of wealth.

We need a citizen's union in the United States in lieu of a common indigenous, ethnic background in solidarity with the Native Americans to begin to truly represent ourselves, not only to the government, but to ourselves as a way to realize the enormity of the part of our population that can agree on what we have only grumbled about under our breath, on finding a better way to live than being the pawns in the elite power establishment's misrepresentation and pilfering of the national treasury to the neglect of basic human needs. This citizen’s union would not be a political party as much as a council of tribes reappearing to haunt the ancestors of Custer. I feel sure that at least eighty percent of the United States’ population could sign on to an alternative to the present treatment of the environment and the populations of other countries and neglect of people’s rights at home.

Not only was the program no interruption at all, but a real life paraphrase of Menuhin’s observation of his mother’s life, in that each of the speakers expressed their subjugation to globalization’s tyranny as a result of preferring to remain in harmony with nature rather than adapt to the artificiality of western culture being led so stridently by the country that celebrates Thankstaking Day. “Thanks, I’ll take that, and this, what else ya got?”. As Sheila Watt-Cloutier said of the human rights aspect of global warming, "I want the governments to respect our right to be cold!"

So, with no diversion, more a synchronistic emphasis of the subject, adapting, I’ll carry on with where I was going with this. There is definitely two definitions to the word, adapt: number one above is covering the world in leather and number two is learning to wear ones own shoes. Western civilization is showing itself to be be a case of a people perfectly adapted to life on earth in harmony with the nature being taken over by the notion that it was their right, nay, their god commanded duty to adapt nature to their whims as befits the exclusive gift they received.

The only example of insanity in nature is the willful refusal to adapt to nature’s way, which makes western civilization the most insane idea to occur in our history of human thought. Insanity within western civilization is willful refusal to adapt to civilization’s way. Call me crazy, but it seems much more sane to wear my own shoes than to try to make the world suit my feet everywhere I choose to wander. Besides, being a natural being myself, I feel like my adaptation to nature’s way was ensured at birth and is finally being realized more and more every day I pay attention.

OUR INDIGENOUS SELF

Naked to nature, we return
Through sphincter and system.
Gestation delivers the latest variation
Of eyes newly opened to old souls
To find nature right where we left it.
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Biologists like to tell the tale
Of one cell becoming two
Two becoming four
Amoebae growing cilia
Fish growing legs
Legs climbing trees
Hands gripping better
Apes losing hair
And out pops you
Newly evolved
In a nine month synopsis
Of a billion year history
Recorded in our genes.
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Anthro apologists like to tell the tale
Of one man becoming two,
Two men becoming four,
Of man joining forces
To feed his hungry number
In more ingenious ways
Never seen before.
The benefit of rearranging nature
By killing other hungry beings
In ownership of our food,
Made our satiated number grow
Around silos with skills
To trade for food with tricks
Learned while forgetting
That nature offers a cornucopia
Unavailable at our jobs.
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Newborns experience agriculture's history
As suckling is superceded
By behavior that earns food
And love if we’re lucky
In a world dominated by duality
Demanding we make preemptive choices
As permanent as pavement
Toward a future never reached
To keep our noses clean
When answering the man.
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Depending within which culture our old soul
Opens our brand new eyes
We may never have to lose
And may always use our memory
Of the natural curve of nature
In a karmic deja vu lent us
By our ancestors’ vast experience
Of living in the Tao ‘til now
Never in a bread line.


Even so you may be discovered
By the latest generation
Of the culture of the cleverer
Who will save you from your nudity,
Your crudity of living without
Ever buying into their necessities of life.
They will make you be like them
Even if it kills you.
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These late draftees to "civilization"
Are the indigenous people
Unfamiliar with dominating the body
Of which they are a part …
Just as we were
Before we were spanked for shitting
Or walking outside naked
To shock the conditioning
Of our cultures’ cretins
Not thinking for themselves.
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Naked to nature, we may return
Through this system of trial by fire.
Digestation of Experience delivers
Our eyes reopened for older but wiser souls
Finding nature right where we left it
When we were born.
Maybe
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PYRAMUDDLE PONDERING

As an example of multi-varied interpretations of one solid, unchanged objective reality let’s think about a big, shapely pile of rocks to be found outside Giza, Egypt. Like ants on a sugar cube humans have probed, measured, pilfered, destroyed and pretended to own this pyramid in a land whose people know no more about it than anyone else on the planet. But, boy oh boy, are there ever a plethora of experts around.

The wonderful thing in all the theories and observations about a purpose for and the builders of what has been sitting inert since recorded history is that they all leave room for one another more or less — there’s an awesome lot of stone to speculate about. The one that got me going strongest on my own tangent was the observation that, just like the navel of the earth it has been called, it lies directly in the center of the land mass of earth. In other words, if you drew boundaries north-south and east-west through the pyramid along longitude and latitude lines, each quadrant contains an equal land mass. That, coupled with the idea that its alignment doesn’t vary more than 30 seconds of arc from true north prompted me to think that the earth, with so much water whose center had to be on the opposite side of the earth from the pyramid, was like a large orbiting, square dixie cup if you projected the corners through the earth to emerge like a container. So I ran a few calculations and found only one landfall amongst the four emerging corners piercing the globe at 40 mi wsw of Williamsport, PA. The other three corners show up in the water west of Era, Japan and Perth, Australia and east of Buenos Aires. Nothing but the fun of finding those things out emerged from it, now only you and I know, and I’m probably the only one who cares.

The only two functions the pyramid serves now is revenue for the Egyptian tourist business and Zahi Hawass’ special curator permits and as the building material for much of Giza whose inhabitants stripped off the white casing rock, complete with explanatory hieroglyphs etched into them. The startling thing about the pyramid when considering the bewilderment and misuse it undergoes today is that with all the technology available to modern man, we could not build it today. Every time we develop a more accurate measuring device it reveals a more sophisticated precision than we had previously been able to detect.


Sonic lasers have been imagined as the only technology that can carve something like the container in the Kings Chamber. Such precision rock cutting is also found at Machu Pichu on boulders the size of those on the pyramid. Just a light perusal of this diagram will reveal simple geometric relationships derived with a compass and a straight edge. The point, the amazing reality is that it is testimony to a civilization that existed before our recorded history that was more advanced than anything since. What’s more, there is no developing civilization or field of knowledge leading up to it. It appeared whole!

A Man named Kunkle postulates that the giant bedrock base of the pyramid was carved to specifications that would, when filled with water and heated in certain chambers, pump water out the top. This water was used to fill locks built into the side of the pyramid to raise barges from the nile carrying up to 70 ton blocks gently into place. When completed the pyramid served as the source of irrigation water over a vast area.

A man named Sitchen proposes that the pyramid was a landing beacon for alien approaches to their colonial outpost in Eden. These aliens, the Anunnaki, cloned a hybrid of themselves and the apes they found in Africa to create humans, the Nephilim. Sitchen's theory also touches on why the water is so large a part of one side of the Earth, which, along with Mars and the asteroid belt are remnants of a cataclysmic collision with the moons of the giant planet of the Anunnaki.

A pair of researchers named Bauval and Gilbert found through star charts and ephemeri that the three pyramids and the nile river are an exact scale model of the relationship between the constellation Orion and the milky way in the period of the pyramid’s construction.

Another researcher has translated every step from the entrance to the queen’s chamber into passages from the Bible although it is predated by unknown time. Yet another postulates that the niches along the great gallery held precious gemstones and the missing peak was solid gold pyramid missing its peak which was a diamond pyramid weighing pounds.

Yet another proposed that the chambers and vents made up a complex chemical resonance device which served as a Tesla like energy source for the alien civilization.

As I said at the outset, none of these theories deny the others, and like a back engineered UFO man plods along pushing and lifting things he still cannot relate to enough to levitate. One of my favorite stories about this: Upon noticing how dangerously close to the secret of life their little genetic cloning experiment, the humans, were advancing, the aliens introduced the wheel to retard them a little.

After the Christian assumption that man owns the planet, the second most arrogantly debilitating lie mankind swallows is that we are today at the pinnacle of human civilization. Can’t learn anything new or old that way.

INTERNAL POLITICS

Being shamed for having a naturally unclothed body with its too free flowing functions communicated by affections withheld by parents raised the same way, a child’s earliest abstractions would seem to be, “I must learn to be other than I am to be loved.” The lie of original sin that we are innately flawed was originated by the same agent that claims to be able to represent us more perfectly to the creator of our imperfection for the fee of our faith in the infallibility of the church, no samples available. And we send children out to seek a role to play in whatever fairy tale we tell them life is.

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P. T. Barnum never dreamt of the extent to which his observation on the constant supply of suckers would be taken by the ringleaders of the Greatest Bank On Earth as we gobble up the cotton candy whipped up in the D.C. side show of plausible deniability spin doctors and fiat monopoly money to mindlessly follow the Madison Avenue barkers’ mythical shills, the Joneses, to eagerly pay and be counted by the Wall Street ticker tape ticket takers on our way to yet another more vicarious, vacuously artificial freak show distracting us from the covert agenda and the overt banality of life in the ovine option. Awaken o ye gullible big city yokels, look about you and see that the truest thing beneath this big top is a pile of elephant shit being danced in by a mule — the rest is a sham we promised not to mention in front of the children we remain.

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The haves and the have nots depend on each other to define themselves and thereby weave the very fabric of our culture. Wealth, the word, is like a pure note when sounded alone and able to evoke unique thoughts and feelings when combined with other notes like money, or talent, or beauty, or wisdom. or strength, or power, or fame, or luck, or ability, or health, or friends, or happiness to begin different songs sung and heard differently by the ears of those who consider them selves and others as the haves or have nots. The warp, the woofer and the tweeter — the cacophony of society that weaves its cover story.

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The stage upon which such sound and fury ensues is inhabited by such players parading in costumes by the emperor’s clothier for today’s performance of “The Real World”, which society insists it is. To realize it for a play, yet remain as audience, to watch a dog fetch its leash believing he is a man tying his own tie, one must play their chosen part well enough to avoid detection by the director and unwillingly being drafted into the role of heretic, criminal or lunatic. The alternative is to leave the theater. There’s a catch there too. Any affordable land away from the stage is already chopped up into predigestable chunks for the precongested maw of the urban sprawl spread to the wilderness every day by well meaning nature lovers with their cultural contagion of convenience following right along. Twenty-five years ago Oregon declared all its cities’ limits to be quarantine lines with an insight and decisiveness quite rare in the politics of the USA.

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Happiness comes from within our deepest nature. Believing happiness must be sought in approval is the lock stitch of self denial whose weave makes the artificiality of civilization seem so natural, necessary, seamless, safe and unsatisfying. Taking children over from their parents the larger shame of not knowing enough outside the house is then imprinted on the developing minds by their teachers. Education is primary, inevitable and designed to produce obedient producers who can color inside the lines. It would almost seem that subjugation to the machinations of civilization must be experienced for the texture of the extremes between internal happiness and external anxiety to become sufficiently exotic and chaotic to pierce our personal defensive shell and evoke recognition of our subtler, happier inner nature so long buried. A baby neither knows how happy it is or how it is happy. Happiness is expressible only in preverbal terms, words necessarily evoke the dualism of relief from misery. Self-realized survivors of the “real world” play, by realizing this indefinable quality of pure happiness, are free to tune in to the song life sings around them with no sense of otherness or lack, no need for words or rules or roles.

SIX SIMPLE QUESTIONS

I once thought to write a story about what the United Stated might have become had Columbus waded ashore in Hispanola and asked the natives what they called their home and to teach him and his men to learn to live as they did in their land. I was halted by imagining the backstory of western civilization that would have enabled such a radical departure from reality. Rather than that story…

Interviewer: Sir, what do you think about western civilization.
Ghandi: Sounds like a good idea.

I've got some questions I’d like to throw out into the blogosphere since no research I have done has found any information on the various cultural assumptions I have never heard questioned.

1. Has there ever been a record of any of western culture’s great voyages during the much touted age of discovery, exploration, exploitation and missionary evangelism the world over of finding starving, disease ridden, overpopulated indigenous native cultures when meeting white men for the first time?

If you can refer me to such answers I would be disappointedly surprised but grudgingly grateful because you may have made the rest of this post incompletely informed drivel. If you have never heard of such records, you are still in the same boat I expect to be in for however long it takes to produce a positively genuine such record, as we navigate this exercise in free thinking — and we are off to the next question.

2. Barring western civilization’s unwarranted hubris in assuming the entirety of the rest of earth is its god given resource to do with as it might, is their any reason to believe any of these first contact cultures were impoverished or so inept at life that they would have become extinct without white man’s help just in the nick of time?

I must further qualify the unlikely yes answers by requiring that passionate native curiosity about new things from beads to navigation sextants to whiskey does not qualify as a sign of impoverishment or inability to enjoy their own life. Neither does the nomadic lifestyle choice of following seasonal food supplies like plains animals indicate more than a culture severely different than western.

If you can link me to such information I would feel somewhat disgruntled appreciation for the likely discontinuance of this line of thinking I am on. If you have never noted records of the existence of poverty prior to meeting western culture and the automatic comparison of cultural values, then we are off to the next question.

3. Were any of these brave, curious, adventurous, noble explorations not financed by wealthy speculators in planetary sprawl and naive new native markets for anything from faithful followers to laborers to land to be occupied by the lie of manifest destiny, imminent domain and extermination?


I must disqualify evidence that Scandinavians came and went because they have hardly ever typified western culture, and I do appreciate them leaving it as they found it with the slightest of foot prints. My little pet side theory on them is that they have yet to thaw out from the last ice age — if they move, it’s to Minnesota for Christ’s sake. I also question the direction popularly assumed to be taken by the migration across the Aleutian Straits between Asia and the Americas during the same ice age. I guess, if one holds to the theory of dispersal of Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden, the Fertile Crescent, the only possible direction for that diaspora would be from Asia to America, since the Ra never quite proved they came from Africa across the Atlantic. We’ll have to leave that one stand the test of future findings, but I can’t assume it’s proven any more than the Sherwin-Williams hypothesis.

What, you’ve never heard of the observation made at the early part of the 20th century that all peninsulas extend to the south of its mainland; Florida,Korea, the tapering ends of India, Africa, South America, etc. It’s called the Continental Drip Theory … anyway … back to my other hair brained theory.

If you have information about totally benevolent, altruistic voyages to undiscovered lands, I must say, you are the only one and I wouldn’t blame you if you don’t want to share it. If you do want to offer it in evidence against this slowly developing logical progression I am on, and it proves credible I thank you from the bottom of my most gratefully enlightened attitude toward Western Civilization. Barring the unlikely case of our having met with refutation of the greedy motive behind each exploration of the world during this Age of discovery, if you are still with me, we move on. If not, the rest of us move on. If not, I move on, alone as I began.

4. Is there any phase of an individual’s relationship to the rest of individuals in the body of which it is a part, the environment, that is not dealt with fully by the Golden Rule?

Despite the plethora of rules and laws in place and enacted by legislators world over every day to the contrary, I cannot but come to the notion that the answer is no. If there is any interrelationship not more than covered by the Golden Rule, please surprise me. All other laws are to more specifically enumerate the ways in which it can be violated by the enactor, the ignorer and the enforcer, as if it alone were not enough of a guide for all. There is also the case of assuming, without looking at the interaction from the standpoint of the other's culture, that what is done for them is what one would want done for themselves if ever found in such (fill in the xenophobic adjective) conditions, which is in complete ignorance of the Golden Rule and an obvious excuse for intrusive meddling for ones own purposes down through history.

5. Is there any country discovered by the exploratory voyages from Europe whose indigenous population was not subject to conversion to Christianity as an exemption from being considered worthless, enslaved, partitioned in their own land and/or exterminated? I must disqualify lands whose populations had a nationwide religion prior to their discovery, although many of them too became servants to the colonizers.

I guess there may be enough no’s to all the foregoing questions to still have a readership or maybe the yeses are sticking around just to see what I’m up to. Just one more.

6. Has Western Civilization, from circa 600 ad, the approximate time of the arrival of the final first edition of the “Unalterable Word of God,” the Bible and Mohammed's twenty-three year dictation of the Qur'an, to the present day ever been satisfied to live within its own borders, to no matter what expanse they have assumed the right to fight to draw them?


Okay. My point. I just wanted people interested enough to read this far to experience a serious consideration of the questions I am asking in more or less the order I asked them to begin a discussion of them. To elicit serious attempts to say yes to any of them. Despite my feeling that there are no valid ones, I genuinely would appreciate learning of evidence to the positive side of any or all. Whether the serious consideration you experienced was mine alone or both of us I appreciate being able to get these questions out there. There may be a second part to this, depending on the reception of this part.


My mother died of lung cancer in 1968, I have since learned what its cells can do to the healthy cells in the rest of the body of which it is a part. Go in peace and heal the world, hand in spiritual hand with Sonshine.

PATRICIA ISASA

“You are murdered. Nobody know where you are. You don't know where you are. And we are God.”

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"Disappeared" from her Argentine class room in 1976 at the age of 16,

Tortured in the Santa Fe police station for two and a half years

By men risen to high position when she tracked them down

Over the years since her release.

She put nine in prison to await a trial they never gave her

While she joins a protest at The School of the Americas

This weekend in Fort Benning, Georgia

United States of Amarica

Where they were trained

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And finally, when I release, I remember the nature.

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Watch this indominable spirit of liberty tell of her rise above the degradation of her captors in an interview on Democracy Now. Compared to her, everyone else in the human rights movement seem to be slackers.

BAA, BAA OR BAH!

Out of its infinite variety of possibilities, nature has evolved a species of being so ingenious it has fashioned a technique to feed and pamper its naturally bloating population so well that only when the acceleration of its dependency on such technology finally worsens the health of the environment, their only real source of sustenance, within their memory span do they even notice. The technology has become so ingrained in their “stewardship” mythos that even the most ingenious among this species is powerless to apply the brakes.

Leaders of national policy, whose responsibility it is to protect the welfare of its citizens, have been bought, paid for and inserted by leaders of the very growth industry that has thrown the throttle wide open to guzzle the richest mix of paycheck fuel extracted from that citizenry, addicted to the prosthetic manna being whelped as the bastard child of earth’s raping. Being providers of such artificiality, industry rides a threshold of faith in its necessity. Here is where the advertising industry tips the balance from frivial luxury to staff of life, which political and product spin doctors call “improving ones standard of living , the direction of the modern world … come on along, the water’s fine!”

In olden days, when the citizenry realized it was more intelligent than its leaders its sheer numbers could physically storm the castle in revolution, evolving leaders who kept increasingly larger royal guards resulting in longer and longer periods of subjugation of other-minded citizens. The church served the same function as advertising does now by making a feeling of guilt for disobedience to god or crown punishable. The first democracy attempted to wrest control from royal/religious tyranny and handle national affairs through a committee of elected citizens. Less than two hundred years later the experiment finds that committee meeting in halls staffed with a permanent, anonymous, unelected bureaucracy that has been manipulating and serving the information which the temporarily elected citizens discuss on an agenda of which they are unaware, as the greed of the covert neocon royalty departs from the will of the people once again.

In modern days, when the citizenry realized it was more intelligent than its leaders it realized that to withdraw from its addiction to the artificiality they were offered was a more powerful way to stop the system than any opposition devised to go up against the monetary power of which they themselves were the addicted resource. They began living a life independent of the services whose fees fed the government’s power to dominate them. They realized the pilgrim’s dream of a royal/religious-free leadership had grown into an industry/advertising based leadership still able to make guilt for disobedience to the American Way of Life punishable, and they gladly took their punishment. Sure, they had to walk or ride a bicycle wherever they went but it really wasn’t necessary to go all that far. Sure they had to grow their own food, but it really wasn’t necessary to expend any energy to earn the money to buy it. Having the lesson of surviving the thingathon system they were able to appreciate the wealth of the things they could gladly live without and the bounty the earth offered freely when cared for.

I hope that last paragraph can be written in fact within the next twenty years, or no effort by the most dedicated population will have the power to cease the devastation being wreaked upon life on earth by an epidemic population led by pushers thriving on all the industrious new users they keep producing more food for.

me, me, me meme

I just saw this on Meekon5’s blog and, like he did, I just lifted it to post my answers.

1. What is your occupation?
The only thing I’ve made money doing since 1985 is graphic arts, but it occupies a minimum of my time.

2. What color are your socks right now?
Skin toned; they don’t stretch or get holes in them and I can wash them while they’re on my feet.

3. What are you listening to right now?
The toads and waterfall in my pond.


4. Last thing that you ate?
Cashew butter and Strawberry Jam swirled together, better without the bread.

5. Can you drive a stick shift?
Yes, but I haven’t allowed myself to do that or an automatic in 34 years.

6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
Silver

7. Last person you spoke to on the phone?
My dealer

8. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
I cribbed it from someone I don’t know, but I like it.

9. How old are you today?
Sixty-eight years and eleven days

10. Favorite drink:
Kenyan Coffee

11. What is your favorite sport to watch?
My cats.

12. Have you ever dyed your hair?
No

13. Favorite curse word?
motherfucker

14. Pets?
Two cats

15. Favorite food?
Whoever among my friends and garden that wants to be eaten.

16. What was the last movie you watched?
Off the Map

17. Favorite day of the year?
Today

18. What do you do to vent anger?
Learn more about myself

19. What was your favorite toy as a child?
Not a toy, a ravine behind my house that was the backyard of all my playmates.

20. What is your favorite Fall or Spring?
Since it is now fall, fall. In the spring, spring. I rarely prefer any time to now, lately.

21. Hugs or kisses?
Hugs, cause when you’re huggin’ ‘em, you can kiss ‘em anywhere.

22. Cherry or Blueberry?
Blueberry.

23. Do you want your friends to email you back?
Duh?!?!

24. Living arrangements?
Above ground, warm, in progress

25. When was the last time you cried?
Nov. 7, 2006 at the acid induced hope/futility in thinking politics can actually improve the quality of life.

26. What is on the floor of your closet?
clothes that don’t go on hangers

27. Who's the friend you've had the longest that you're sending this to?
Not sending it to anyone. Let ‘em rip it off like I did.

28. What did you do last night?
Blogged about my UFO experiences

29. Favorite smells?
Garlic, celantro, cumino, oregano, basil, skunks, horse manure, my cats

30. What inspires you?
Whatever my curiosity finds outside the box

31. What are you afraid of?
heights without a handhold.

32. Country you would most like to visit?
Bali

33. Favorite dog breed?
Mongrel

34. Number of keys on your key ring?
no keys, no locks

35. How many years at your current job?
Last job I had was with IBM in ‘72 for eight years

36. How many states have you lived in?
ten, Florida three different times.

37. Favorite holidays:
365/year (Part of the grid I no longer fit)

38. Ever driven a Motorcycle or heavy machinery?
Yes

39. What's your favorite saying?
“I have absolutely no idea,” in reply to apparently everyones favorite question, “How’s it goin’?”

40. Where did you get the chair you're sitting on right now?
It was going to be thrown away by a Printer I was visiting

If and when she reads this, I would like to tag Say-No-To-Mullets with it.

WHO KNEW? TOO FEW!

First I would like to introduce you to the best and latest of thousands of hours of documented footage I have observed on the subject of this one and a half hour video which, though further out there than David Icke bloodline conspiracy and valid enough to make Loose Change an “of course” — spare change.



When you get back from viewing the video will be the best time to read the rest of this post.

Okay, now you are either as fully informed on the subject of discussion as I am with the possible exception of not having experienced a close encounter (of which I have had two close and one remote, >half mile observation of several in formation) or you have no interest in new information on the subject. Or you haven’t got any interest in the subject at all, which indicates this is as far as you need read, unless of course you like to read about experiences and ideas outside the box so you can build a better box so the big bad wolf of the unknown can’t blow your made up mind away.

So, I saw what I illustrated in the picture above with two different groups a year or so apart. Several years later I fell asleep by a campfire outside Alamogordo, NM watching their dots zip across a mountain range within a half mile from me, casting light across their ridges at speeds impossible to our “admissible” modern science. For another ten or so years I carried and rarely mentioned these experiences to anyone after some pretty bitter reactions from folks I’d once considered intelligent. That is when I began to see our poor proxy of conviction for intelligence, righteousness for knowledge, image for self esteem, lawfulness for morality and how that sort of peeled up the corner of culture’s rug for me. The whole time it hadn’t occurred to me to tie together my uncle’s excitement over getting to work on this new laser idea that had just popped up at Westinghouse when I was little, or fiber optics, or the stealth bomber, or night vision goggles or that our government was back engineering crashed ufos at all until …

I lived in a tipi on 600 acres adjoining a Lower Colorado River Authority Park through which I would take a day or two hikes during the week when the tourist traffic was down. Within this park was a 12’ barbed wire chain linked enclosure that ran right down to the water of the river. This particular day the water was so low I could walk along the bank outside the fence on boulders that were normally under water. About midway to the other end of the fence line, in the clearing amidst a copse of cedars was a patched up flying saucer. A an unidentified parked object, mismatched color panels, rivets and hot rod bondo and all, and it was the same shape and size as my picture above. When I took a friend to see it two weeks later it was gone.

Now, the only thing that’s changed is that not only don’t know what I have seen, I’m not really sure whether it was extraterrestrials or human, black ops copies. All I do know is that it has certainly opened my eyes to how tightly clenched so many eyes are. Compared to arguing whether the world trade center was the demolition job it had to be, its like no one even believes the twin towers even exist except the few brave radical heretics that can remember past their fear of ridicule.

Although I have alluded to the unelected part of the government often, it was in reference to politics before, now I am talking about the ones who were not only not elected, they don’t even show up on the payroll and don’t have to admit anything to anyone, the president, the supreme court, not anyone. As Eisenhower said, the military-industrial complex which is using our money to ensnare us in its shearing pen. The web site for Stephen Greer’s Disclosure Project is among my links. Watching the individual testimonies of the folks introduced in this video before the national press club is further amazement. While the political addicts try and rearrange the furniture for the new comfort zone, we should insist they take the war crimes and impeachment hearings below the elected surface frosting and dig up the puppet masters that stirred up this batch of dough.

BACK TO THE GARDEN, AGAIN!

Fractals, variations on a theme, definitions of a word, opinions of an idea, a corn field from a kernal. Two very considerate, well meaning people can get two diametrically opposed meanings from one thought whose truth stands at the core being of both in plain sight. The belief in righteousness at the core of our culture makes us argue over our reflections, as if the life experiences that brought one to their perception were more valid than the other. The evangelism of ourselves in pursuit of the image of godliness in the minds of all who behold us is directly proportional to our belief in a god of any sort. Belief in the kernal I find myself to be and the relationship I must grant it has to all other life forms through the natural curve of karma and the golden rule in this infinitely intricate field called earth leaves me merely curious about all the variations with no bike to pedal or right to peddle. My posts of late have veered into the realm of the politically obsessed and I began losing sleep counting the “sheeple” as the blogosphere has yclept them. So I’m going back to remembering that, rather than a moronic mass waiting for the next direction in which to be frightened/herded, we are all corn from the same kernal, and if I can learn to live in an organic field in symbiosis with the nature that culture has declared the enemy, my observations here may help us all shake this system of follow the leader.

So saying I am posting a one and a half minute guided tour to my garden in its always “in-progress" state — just the way pappy taught me. Om Shiva Shankara, Hari, Hari, Ganga. As my dear cyber friend, Sonshine, says, “walk in peace and help heal the world.”

ALIEN OBSERVATIONS, Part II

The following is my answer to very instructional comments offered by Troutsky and Ché Bob in a discussion of Ayn Rand which turned out to be more of a post than a comment:

"There are two ideals of our existence; one is the condition of the greatest simplicity, where our needs accord with each other, with our powers and everything we are related to, just through the organization of nature, without any action on our part. The other is a condition of the highest cultivation, where this accord would come about through infinitely diversified and strengthened needs and powers, through the organization we are able to give ourselves." Holderlin

If I am not mistaken the separate ideals described by Holderlin parted ways some 16,000 years ago when totalitarian agriculture caused artificially large, intensely dense populations to collect around the food locker/trough. The hunter-gatherer ideal of simplicity and natural organization in tribes was left behind as this self given organization invented a god who in turn gave man the earth to do with as they damned well pleased to excuse eradicating natural plant and animal life to make room for his own food and resource mining. As this condition of the highest cultivation grew its mythos of god given stewardship became the facts of its members’ existence evolving from religion through the totalitarianism of royalty and tyranny and on to the democracy and socialism of today. The only real result of these infinitely diversified and strengthened needs and powers is mankind’s ability to destroy more life from more remotely indifferent locations with no accord in sight.

In an issue of the NOLA Express, a New Orleans underground rag in the early ‘70s, I read a young girl’s idea of the best thing to do for the revolution was to be the best example you could be of living in the world as you want it to become, now. This is what I have always believed and enacted in my life guided by nature and the golden rule. “He who goes alone, can leave today.

As I see it, nature is here whether we are or not. Because we are here gives us no inherent ownership of where we are. The assumption that we do implies our superiority to everything not us and the right to exploit it for whatever pleases us. The culture known as western has wrapped its core beliefs around this arrogant lie and based all the facts of its life on it and its followers behave toward each other in the same fashion. The intricacies of, “… a condition of the highest cultivation, where this accord would come about through infinitely diversified and strengthened needs and powers, through the organization we are able to give ourselves.” have lead us into continual global abuse and warfare, yet this is the improvement on nature we’re still trying to make work against all evidence to the contrary.

This is the box outside of which I live to the extent that I have relearned “the condition of the greatest simplicity, where our needs accord with each other, with our powers and everything we are related to, just through the organization of nature, without any action on our part.” That Troutsky finds this leading to all the evils I find at the feet of that superior man made organization he champions is the crux of the conundrum.

The socialist principle of “from those according to their ability, to those according to their need” sounds like a man being asked for the metaphysically absurd performance of raising himself by his own boot straps to me. Wherein lies this fountain of ability from which to quench the ever needy? From whence the energy to sustain another as well? Where must the happiness and love arise to even attempt to impinge on the life of another in the name of responsibility for them? The state is not the place to look for any of this surplus no matter how much it requires. The individual self, gratefully responsible for the care and feeding of its own gift of life, is that very precious source. The particular individual self that I happen to find myself being is very cautious about thinking I know enough to help anyone else, much less imposing myself upon them for any reason. There is no state, be it a democracy or socialist state, moral enough to tell me I must inflict myself on anyone else for any reason. The golden rule is my only access to others and cannot be circumvented by any demand less real than pushing them from under a falling piano or waking them to a fraudulent state.

The flaws of both democracy and socialism are magnified by the overwhelming populations attempting to be represented by either. Now, a tribe is different than either state, in that it is made of a gathering of kindred folk with a common welfare to which all contribute as they can. One knows everyone in ones tribe, the golden rule is behaved out in the wide open and karma is instant. I know, I know … it’s just like the state, just smaller … not! There is no top, we are Barabas! There is no scorecard to rate tribe against tribe, because they all overlap to the degree of the curious sociability of tribal members.

This simpler, more natural utopia could actually benefit from the experience of having pursued the more artificial one by, for example, replacing the entire idea of justice with an understanding of the natural workings and benefits of the golden rule and karma, thereby precluding his hierarchy hell of Lord of the Flies Troutsky lays at Ayn Rand’s feet.

After my brief foray into the world of politics, I find it as relevant to my life as religion, Major League Sports or American Idol and just as debilitating to its addicts. I shall withdraw to my simpler world of natural organization and share my compassion, abilities, happiness and love with my tribe and anyone who thinks they’re part of it. No more political discussions about the inadmissible mistaken facts of western civilization or the emperor's new clothes — I'm tired of seeing his hairy ass anyway.

KEEPING UP WITH THE JONESES

“So let us begin, by seeing not what people have thought,
but what we should think for the sake of an untroubled life.”
——Julian Offray de la Mettrie, Machine Man

Whether man arose in one spot or in many diverse locations on earth simultaneously, at one stage of history there were many cultures of man from the hunter-gatherers tribal life to the larger agrarian communities living separately as much from desire to maintain their unique language, custom and mythos as to claim any particular location as home. The variety of cultural ideas about their lives in the universe extended to the limits of human’s imagination with minimal consultation with other groups. These cultural differences occured as naturally as the variations they observed occurring in nature. Intellectually, mankind appears to remain in the childhood throes of discovering and naming yet new variations with only Santa Clause myths about their theme or resulting gestalt.

Throughout man’s history agriculturally induced population growth of burgeoning agrarian communities has tended to annex neighboring territories either as a civil development for the common good or the much more vivid occurrence of might being mistaken for right being mistaken for superiority justifying greedy conquests under the banner of manifest destiny evangelism. Agriculture was the magnet that drew enough people together to get the snowball rolling. All such usurpers of other cultures have had to suppress them or to broaden their world view not only to resolve language and mythic differences, but because they are now responsible for that much more of an earth which has buried the records of all previous mega cultures beneath ocean water, desert sand, jungle canopy or conqueror concrete. Which brings us up to the breadth, depth and stability of the world view held by the latest culture to consider itself the leader of the entire earth.

Behavioral psychology can keep an infant a child its entire life with a proper diet of mythical stories and an appropriate reward system. Tales of medieval times tell of peasants tithing to churches and taxed by royalty for protection from evil and the enemy, not to mention the wrath of god and governor. Today we chuckle at the ovine naiveté of those serfs in the fields of their lord because we’ve got the latest version of appropriate rewards and a much more spiffy myth about reality. We ain’t afraid o’ god no mo and taxes are for new roads and good schools (but since a goodly number of folks still claim to need church and government to get through the day their demands incite an equal number of otherwise happy people to oppose them creating the appearance of a state in eternal conflict, syllogistically justifying the existence of both god and governor while simultaneously proving their uselessness). The new myth is based on the avid pursuit of becoming the Joneses.

The Joneses are the coolest family in the universe. They’re the richest, sexiest, funest, most incredibly enviable people Madison Avenue can imagine. The medieval farmhand would laugh out loud at the number of hours modern man spends doing jobs far more demeaning than shoveling the Duke’s horse dookey for the dubious reward of appearing to be more closely related to the mythical Joneses who, themselves, haven’t lifted a finger all day except to play. Corporations lead schools of fashion following fish about on the lure of the latest fad — always a new model, obsolescing yesterday before the tag is off. The peasants of the present either buy the whole myth and consider themselves have-nots, settle for discount store genuine imitation knock-offs and dwell in the darkness of Joneslessness or are hip to the hype and luxuriate in the economy of the barter and yard sale system.

The same psychological engineers that have citizens of capitalism panting like Pavlov’s puppies after the latest and coolest have taken up the job of selling national leaders and international policy to the same pooches, and damned if it doesn’t work. Classifieds, Furniture Sale, The latest Cadillac pickup, 3 wars some where not here… all is right with the world, off to work. And the rest of the world is being taught to salivate to the same hell's bell.

Mankind doesn’t have any wiser or more comprehensive a view of the world than before firelight obliterated starlight, it’s just colossally more ignorant of and antagonistic toward the same amount of evidence. His begrudging realization that money making technology is heating our planet like a pressure cooker was greeted as a good thing by this leader of this latest world leading nation because it would extend the tourist season, the growing season and the work day. And he leads the world?

THE LIGHT WITHIN

A blank page,
A full pen
to capture the ephemeral,
the eternal, forever
Marked in time
By puny perception.
Discovered, digested, shat.
Future, present, past.
How many marked the same inspiration
In how many different ways
In how many different times?

Perhaps there’s only one idea
Out beyond the chaotic, congested cloverleaves
Of synaptic traffic on high speed thruways
Of convenient habitual thinking
Where one’s gentler nature radiates
Well being and good wishes,
Enhancing thought, context and comfort,
Evoking remark, journal entry and action.
Others ideas, writings and achievements
Mark such timeless personal experience
Once removed by literature or time.

It is the same experience
In different pastures.
And you get Christians, Muslims and Buddhists.
And you get Democracies, Theocracies and Tribes.
And you get the Kagel toss, the Masters and the Bolshoi,
None necessarily antagonistic or opposed
But all very good reasons to be in different places.
Better to be thinned out in mutual
Appreciative tolerance of differences
Than to suffer suppression of natural variety.
All derivative of the
One idea.

Communication,
Real communication,
Wherein the ear and voice become one,
Makes an event of perception
A shared experience
As unique as the occurrence
Of such identification.
That may not occur even when
Both parties actually share the same experience
If they never acknowledge it somehow.

Strangers speak of the weather
A thing surely common to all
But those you’ll never meet
Outside cells
Or lonely, fetid rooms
Sentences self-imposed.
Prisoners speak freely of their crimes
While words are worldly weapons
The voluntary solitary shuns;
Judgments being many murders
Endured ‘til dying ends it all.

In such rooms ruminate
Warriors of the ultimate battle
Between love and rejection,
Self esteem and conformity
Creativity and business
Self against the World
Sufficient solitude
World goes away
Read of others’
Lives alone.
The light
That lit the pen
May fall upon the page
To illuminate that one idea.
Feelings of failure to fit are finally seen
As evidence of truly independent thought
And the inherent stability of variety
Requires a metamorphosis of perception
From self against theworld
To self as inescapable part,
And painter of our world.

No longer the dog being wagged by the tail
Awake angry and the world frowns.
Awake sad and it looks like rain.
Awake happy and get smiles on the street.
Someone loves us and we’re in love with the world.

Without the eye of an artist
One mistakes one’s picture for the pitcher
And one’s words for the truth.
The artist delights in the myriad versions
In one inspired perception
And the unbearably fine insufficiency of poetry
To nail down truth with words.


Strangers on a cold, drizzly street corner
Venture conversation about the weather while waiting
For a light to tell them where and when and how to go.
Do they go on about their chilly, mundane, sodden way
Obedient to blind blinking convenience,
Or does it burn within them?

SOCIAL SOLUTIONS #1 & #2

#1 -THE GOLDEN RULE
Treat the world as you would have it treat you. There is no other reward.

#2 - SHANKARACHARYA'S ADVICE