A Restrained (sort of) Opinion

I don’t consider myself unique in this world, and I’m certainly not immune to more passionate emotions or the desire to express my outrage or anger at hurtful statements and deeds—especially those statements and deeds intended to hurt or to incite the killing of others.newsshotelpaso23.png

But I’ve learned a thing or two in all the years I’ve been around, and one of those things is that anger openly expressed only promotes more retributive rhetoric and along with that, more overt expressions of that anger, including those who step up to defend the instigators of the original ‘hate rhetoric.’  So I try to restrain my desire to slash out at not just the flagrant malevolence present in the world today, but also at the people in power positions who either promote malevolent intentions/actions or those who simply allow them to continue without counter comment against them.

These things I know for certain:

  • Hate speech promotes further hatred of “otherness”.
  • Isolationism promotes personal advancement/security at the expense of all others.
  • ‘Valuing differences’ over sameness provides learning opportunities to expand the awareness of the greater ALL—whereas ‘valuing sameness’ over differences creates infested pools of cultural stagnation and leads to societal entropy. (There are reasons why isolated Amazon tribes still function in similar-to-stone-age social behaviors.)
  • Allowing hate speech to perpetuate over the airwaves only insures that it will escalate into physical acts of violence against the intended recipients, OR it will lead to counter actions to reciprocally repel and squash those who are inciting the violence. No matter what—hate speech leads to violence.

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  • “You get in return what you give”—is a pretty simple principle, and it’s what eventually happens to offending individuals, groups, and even nations; but sometimes it takes a long time and tremendous counter efforts to achieve the correcting results. ( And seriously people, if you aren’t willing to stand up for higher moral values to protect your neighbors from this flagrant hate-language, then don’t expect your neighbors to defend YOU when the situation flips and that hatefulness turns your way instead. It’s always just a matter of time before it does.)
  • And most importantly, I’m well aware that it doesn’t matter what I think—but I also know that to NOT express my “restrained” opinion would likely cause my head to explode.

Actually I feel exactly like Beto O’Rourke expressed a day ago when he first heard that his hometown was hit with a mass-shooting promoted by the Racist-in-Chief.  And I couldn’t have said it better than his initial response at the news crew’s downright stupid questions pertaining to “What’s his reaction to the El Paso mass-shooting?”  (Unrestrained “f—ing” all the way through the interview directed at the callous and idiotic questions news people were asking him over this horrendous tragedy befalling the town that he loves—involving  the people that he knew.)

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There are so many things wrong right now in our country’s social/cultural/and even political atmosphere that are seemingly unable to move the congress to pass the necessary legislation to address them, let alone to inspire the ruling party in the Senate to even counter the continual racist rhetoric from the ‘VERY White House’ Oval Office chief resident, that it is just a matter of time before major protest rallies occur across this nation.  And if that happens, things can get very nasty, very fast.

In all honesty, that might be exactly what he wants—to pit us against each other to further benefit himself because he likes to play the victim in self-created turbulence when instead he is the instigator of the problem.  He likes to create a pretend-crisis to then pretend to solve it.  Except he doesn’t solve it—he just stands in front of cameras and crowds and ferments more hatred over the issue. To him it’s one big show—that’s what his presidency is all about—mock theater and ratings.  Not only is that unbelievably short-sighted and ill-advised—it’s dangerous to our democracy.

The current Oval Office resident may not be a student of history, but for those of us who are, it’s a pretty short trip down memory lane to see where fascism and Nazism got their jacobsquotefrom buchenvald34.jpgstart—and unfortunately, it’s remarkably similar to this chaotic situation in our nation at present.

Hopefully somebody out there still cares about the direction that we are headed.  Maybe they are just waiting for the right moment to step forward.

 

Wonder when that moment might be, if not now?

 

 

“The Garden of Forking Paths”

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Ah yes, mid Netflix show, that quote caught my attention enough to write it down: “The Garden of Forking Paths.”

The show was “The OA” and it was spoken in an early episode of season 2.  And if anyone follows that particular series, you are open to considering multi-dimensional theory and the eternity of the Soul in its pure-light state that simply “samples” life in many different roles and many different settings throughout collective consciousness timeframes.

I assume the woman they call OA is the Divine Incarnate reference to the Alpha and the Omega, except it is reversed so that she is known as ‘the ending and the beginning’ (the Omega and the Alpha).  She is the Eternal One with self/True Self awareness—she is the aware and intentional traveler between or among all transitory lives.

multidimensionallivinglives56.jpgNow in theory we all travel many journeys and live many diverse lives throughout the created construct of TIME.  We ALL walk ‘the garden of forking paths.’  It’s just that most of us aren’t aware of doing more than one life at a time while staying within the parameters of that life experience.

OA had the option of shifting out of one life and into another but finding “the cast of players” seemed to be similar in those different lives. It’s just that few cast members remembered the others from one life to the next.

But, and it’s an important BUT, … she eventually realizes what happens in one life affects all other lives and affects all other participants in those other dimensions. Which means that whatever issues are resolved in one life, resolve smoothly in the other lives, and whatever issues remain unresolved prior to that person’s death in that life, are left to the other lives to resolve the issue in order to free the ‘karma,’ if you will, of all the original issue’s participants.

I know it seems complicated in a way, but to me who actually guides hypnosis clients through their own “Past-life Explorations,” it makes perfect sense; so I enjoy the interesting theories and subject treatments that this series explores.eternalone456.jpg

“The OA” isn’t a ‘warm and fuzzy’ nighttime tale, but it is a thought-provoking exploration of how we move through life in different situations with diverse and even life-threatening challenges; and how we confront shadow issues in ourselves and in others.

I thought season two of “The OA” took it to an even higher comprehension level.  And I applaud the writers for that.   Good stuff!  Well done!

 

 

LIFE in Disarray

This morning while slurping down much-needed coffee, I was listening to the local news reports about the latest city shooting and/or domestic brouhaha or road rage going nutz34.jpgor teenage vehicle larceny/“joy ride” excursions into traffic, bridges, and buildings close to my living area; and I said to my partner: “What’s happening? ..Is everyone just going nuts now?!!”

Then I opened my online-window-to-the-world and listened to Kaypache’s latest weekly astrology interpretations—which believe it or don’t, is usually pretty accurate in checking the energy pulse of the planet and all of us on it. (If interested, you can see it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dv1XXy-lzR8&feature=share )

While his report was playing I initially wasn’t listening too closely, but then he started talking about this very thing that I had commented on this morning (around 12:50): “What’s happening? Is everyone going nuts now?”  And in his report he claims that we (the collective WE) are struggling to regain our balance in a system gone badly awry—meaning that our collectiveoperating-system’s balance is off.

kaypache5689Here are just a few quotes from the page that made perfect sense to me:

I use my life to see myself, by listening to the world.  When it’s bad I know it’s because the balance has been disturbed.

…OK, we’re walking the knife edge like a tight rope this week with Mars/Uranus in Aries squaring the Moon’s Nodes! It may be tricky to stay in balance and not impulsively strike out or stuff your anger regarding a particular person/situation and end up hurting the dog (get it? displaced anger is when you take your anger out on something/someone who has nothing to do with what you’re angry about = avoiding conflict).

Life (our unconscious soul intentions to evolve) may throw us some surprise curve balls designed to wake us up to unconscious behavior patterns. The challenge will be to take those curve balls AND ACTUALLY CHANGE rather than instinctively feel attacked and react through running, hiding, or fighting. If we can actually step up and out of the game which is the way Uranus brings liberation and enlightenment, we can make huge strides!…

 …There’s this old (personal and collective) wound that wants to come to the surface to be healed. …So be careful, be awake, be cautious, calm down, breathe, slow down… because anger and emotions will get triggered this weekend. Be prepared for it.”  Kaypache Lescher in “Astrology for the Soul, Feb 6th, 2019”

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So perhaps if I hadn’t just commented on Lee Harris’s energy report in the previous post, I might have ignored this warning, but since I had already mentioned it, and how even I seemed to be more reactive and not wanting to be social with my friends because of it, this seems to substantiate aspects of what Harris claimed also. The higher-frequency energies pouring in now are intensifying all aspects of our lives (like increased heat bringing a pot of once-tepid water up to bubble and boil), and that energy intensity creates more reactive situations for group interactions and for personal relationships.

There is no denying that life is hard at times. And this is one of those times made harder by flagrant incompetence and self-interested governance, wherever you look.

chaosenergy457.jpgChaos agents may have their purpose. You are seeing that purpose in action right now on a national scale, and it is not pleasant to watch or to experience for any of us. But it will create the opportunity for major changes—and THAT is what these higher-frequency energies are best at doing—raising the intensity of all interactions to force more harmonic resolution to an eventually higher playing field.

It just won’t be pretty or pleasant to endure it during the process.

Breathe….   Breathe…. (sigh) … Breathe.

 

 

Life-lessons from Dreams

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Dreams are sometimes considered the night-time, acting-out of our subconscious mind—trying to boldly go where in daytime ‘we’ will not venture. Other times it is our higher self trying to get our attention with messages and lessons for us to ponder or to consider about our current situations.

I have no idea what early-this-morning’s dream was attempting to do to me or for me, but it was fairly reflective of our present world-wide mayhem being promoted by the biggest mayhem maker of all in the oval office.

The setting: I was with a group of people I did not recognize and we were studying something like human anatomy in a classroom.  I was assigned to dissect a cadaver (oh yes, it got nasty fast) and collect tissue samples for analysis by the professor. Why I am in this role, I have no idea…I don’t even like CSI shows. But I did what I was requested to do.

So it then morphs into flying spaceships (2-person) zooming around outside the large smallspaceshit66.jpgbuilding/huge room with glass walls that a bunch of us are now in, and it then seems to be a chapel-like setting with pews and a podium whose glass-exterior provides a view of a massive outdoor setting—although not a particularly well-kept one.

In the dream, I am confused by all of this strangeness, seeing no purpose or context for why this is occurring, but just going with whatever is presented to me because when you are stuck in a dream, that’s what you do. Then the people in the spaceships land and emerge as tall vampires with evil intent and bloodlust.  They attack a few folks—do what vampires do—and move around the rest of us like it’s no big deal.  We’re all kind of in shock—what was that????  What is happening????

Me, …not one to just sit around through all this nasty mayhem and eventually get bit, I grab a very large knife (?) and a little cup of honey, because we all know vampires like honey (?) and set it outside the deck area as a trap to spring on an unsuspecting, extremely-dumb vampire with a sweet-fang.

There is a woman with me now who seems to have my back in all of this and she grabs a Bible from the pew and uses holy water to make crosses on my hands and arms before I head out to battle with my 10” blade.

I see a vampire approaching the honey (He towers over me by the way), and I get ready to leap out and slash his throat when he reaches for the honey-trap (little humor there).  As I start to slash, the knife flies out of my hand to the left and I reach for it but insteadantiquehairbrush.jpg some little person down on the ground hands me an ancient, roundish, well-worn hairbrush, and I look at it and say, metalnutcracker.jpg“Seriously???”, but then s/he hands me a “nutcracker”…yes, standard issue, pecan-buster type nutcracker.  I am perplexed again, but have no time to argue.

Armed now with my trusty hairbrush and standard issue nutcracker, I realize the vampire has discovered my honey ploy, saw my slash-his-throat misfire where I lost my knife, and it is now standing over me, towering  above me, …. ready to just lean down and take that savory bite out of my unprotected neck, …when I reach up in defiance and brush his creepy, hairy leg with the hairbrush—3 strokes. 1 – 2 – 3. vampiresonthescream.jpg

He stops mid-lean and looks confused at what I am doing, …that’s when I grab his nuts in the nutcracker and squeeze like the dickens, twisting it in the process, and he screams and then “poof” he disintegrates into a cloud of dust.  WOW!  Total success!

Who knew????

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So this year, I’m giving out nutcrackers for Christmas, and no one will truly understand why, but me.

(Or maybe YOU if you’ve read this.)

T-Baby Tours the Pampas

Pretty exciting times right now for the world’s most illustrious leaders. The G20 is meeting in Buenos Aries today to discuss the fate of the entire planet, and our favorite inflated, orange blowhard is there to see how many nations he can insult, dismiss, or push out of the way as he fights for air time.

And air time he will have!  Lots of hot air there as T-Baby tours the pampas!

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We’re so proud!

The Quest for What We Lack: Part Two—Family Reunions

reunion-cartoon.jpgTis the season for family reunions and family gatherings in general, involving picnics and potlucks and people you seldom see all gathered together playing nice (sort of) for a few hours.

It’s a time to clamp your jaw shut and hold your clever comebacks at the rude, intrusive, in-your-face questions—a time to curb your overwhelming desire to tell off the perpetually-mouthy aunt or the ever-drunken uncle (or role-play vice-versa)—a time to not snap at the obnoxious kids in your face all vying for attention and exuding their excessive “look at me-ness”—a time for staring with slack-jawed disbelief at all those people gathered together in this park to whom you are supposedly related and your saying aloud to yourself, “Uh-uh….NOPE…..that’s not in my genes—NO way—NO how!”minioncircus.jpg

But you know that they really are.

And these are the better thoughts you’re having at that yearly, quality “family-gathering time.”

The worse thoughts throbbing at your temples during the group get-togethers are the “family secret” thoughts that make you watch Uncle Sonny or Uncle Dicky as closely as possible, especially when little ones are near him—watch for the tell-tale enticement tricks he may have once used on you or your siblings—the “Come over here, little Suzy. Come and sit on Uncle Sonny’s lap.”  Or the little tickle games, he used to play. Or the little grabs he made when others weren’t watching and you were too unclebadtouch.jpgshocked or scared to say “Don’t do that!”—the little secrets he told you to keep just between you and him—and “Oh, here’s a shiny, silver dollar just for you if you don’t say anything to your mommy about us.”

Oh yes.  I know about Uncle Sonny and Uncle Dicky, both personally and in the late-night tales from female-adolescent slumber parties—I’ve heard the warnings not to be alone with such-and-such—to ignore such-and-such’s enticements or “games”—to watch at the next gathering for how Uncle Dicky avoids certain older adolescent family members that he once used to excessively dote on.  Yes, Uncle Dicky is a family secret—except he’s not really a secret. Nor should his behavior ever be one.

Yes, these folks, no matter how questionable some might be, are all a part of our genetic pool. Perhaps some families have a few more perversion-inclined members than others, but all families have at least one or two of them, just as all families have members who are openly addicted to drugs, alcohol, and porn.  These aren’t things that you should ignore and pretend aren’t affecting others, because they definitely do affect them—especially the vulnerable, young ones.

I’ll honestly admit that I’ve always hated family mazine not coming.jpggatherings—both with my own family and my long-time friend’s family.  The ones I’ve personally participated in, especially from childhood, were cringe-worthy for me and felt downright alien. Not only did I NOT feel like a part of that group—I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to be considered a part of them.  So I have a hard time relating to the positive experience of family reunions that others crow about.

After seeing a few sets of my friends’ family-reunion photos on Facebook, I was thinking intensely about this family-gathering hostility that I still harbor; and the question arose in my mind wondering what about this family-reunion experience appeals to the folks who DO like to attend them?

I know old folks like to gather all the little chicks around and say “See what I did with my oldfolkreunionlife?!!!  Here they are—right here! You all came from ME! Aren’t I proud? Look what I did. I made ALL of YOU!”

I get that part. I’ve heard older folks say that very thing as justification for why we were all torturing ourselves playing nice for parents and grandparents during that required togetherness time.

And many folks feel that family reunions carry on traditions and ancestral heritage—long sheets of genealogical trees are spread out on picnic tables while gnarled fingers trace lineage from some distant relation in some far away land—an ancient relative who once traveled the greatest adventure of his and her life by coming to America to create this new life here for all of us—even for Uncle Sonny and Uncle Dicky, bless their pathetic, perverted hearts.

Once in awhile, the old folks exclaim with glee queentree.jpgpointing at the far-right tree branch, this part of the family tree produced some genuinely PERFECT fruits—real peaches who made the perfect peach marmalade or jam and produced the PERFECT offspring themselves who did likewise, etc..   “Look what this branch over here produced—all these great people—they are all relatives of ours! Look how successful or prominent they were/are.”

Implied, of course, is that that branch’s success meant that the entire tree trunk must have value. And likewise, so do we—even if we can’t see it materially at this time, but we know that one of our future direct ancestors might prove us worthy of having existed at this less-than-ideal time of us personally. It gives us hope for our future redemption.

I guess our weakness as human beings is that we long for connection to others—long for belonging to the greater tribe—long for some verification of our existential validity. Genealogical tracings seem to give some folks great comfort.  I can acknowledge this fact, but I’m also not maxinespeakstruthone of those folks.

“We carry their bloodline,” we say if they are positive role models for us; and if they aren’t we say, “Must have been some overnight fling with a fly-by-nighter that slipped into our lineage. They aren’t really OUR kin.  We sure don’t claim them.”  (Ever think that on someone else’s lineage tree, they don’t claim you either?)

So while I do understand that some folks really get into family reunions, to me it is another one of those quests to determine what it is that we lack in ourselves that we try to find in others and in their familial relationships to us.  What hollowness within us do we keep trying to fill in our search for definable connection to our heritage and bloodline?

disfunctionfamily56.pngAnd when we occasionally run across our own version of an Uncle Sonny or an Uncle Dicky, do we likewise just shake our heads and say “Nope!  Not in MY family tree!”

Or do we risk alienation from the family to do something about it, and make the family secrets stop?

I shouldn’t even have to ask that question.

The Pretender

Sure, I could SO go there!

The obvious reference to this title would be the brooding hulk occupying the oval-office desk chair; when he’s not on the golf course, that is.anatomymiraclebookcov.jpg

But I was actually referring to a Jonathan Miles book I had just completed called Anatomy of a Miracle: A Novel*—The True* Story of a Paralyzed Veteran, a Mississippi Convenience Store, a Vatican Investigation, and the Spectacular Perils of Grace (with TRUE being the questionable descriptor in this story because it is, after all, a novel—meaning a work of fiction).

So my biggest question at the end of the story was is the book actually based on verified facts or is it simply fabrication pretending to be based on actual accounts?  I still can’t determine that, but I’m guessing it is fiction that reads like fact because we want it to do so.

jonmilesauthor.jpgAs the NY Times review suggested:  “…the genre that Miles is aping applies fiction’s methods to real-life stories, “Anatomy of a Miracle” offers the Victor-Victoria frisson of watching a novel impersonate a work of journalism impersonating a novel. It’s a difficult balancing act that Miles for the most part pulls off, and his book is best appreciated as a highly entertaining literary performance.”

Personally, I thought it was an astounding character study exploring the ulterior motives of everyone involved in the telling of a paralyzed vet’s miracle of suddenly rising from parkinglotstorefronthis wheelchair after four years of confinement to it–and doing so in the parking lot of the Biz-E-Bee convenience store in Biloxi, Mississippi while he waited for his helicoptering sister, Tanya, to purchase their daily smokes, beer, and Cap’n Crunch.

I’m always in awe of a skilled writer, and Miles is so gifted: intellectually, philosophically, and linguistically. He makes me want to study his techniques for topic exposition and subject exploration—how he carefully weaves the plotline into the unraveling research directions of the phenomenon; not to mention what an amazing perceiver/recorder of human nature that he is.

Then I went to the Amazon reviews of his book and was astounded by the depth or more appropriately, lack thereof, in the reviewer’s comments on it, and thought can people really be that shallow that they missed the point entirely?

biloximisscar.jpgA novel is far more than plotline. This was social comment all the way. Anatomy of a Miracle was an astute observation on what makes an unexplainable, sudden change in the human condition considered a miracle—with the word “miracle” implying an intervention by a force greater than ourselves.  Even the Vatican gets involved in considering the incident as such primarily because of reasons far too shadow-dependent to call it a holy vindication of God’s possible hand in the healing process.

But what does this sudden life change mean to the protagonist who has supposedly received this amazing proof of God’s Divine grace now bestowed upon him? And how vetchairflag.jpgdoes it likewise affect all those closest to him? As the camera pans out from the now-standing vet with the twitching legs, to how everyone around him interprets what has happened to him, and most importantly—how each proximal character determines in their own way what this supposed miracle means to each of them—how others try to use this strange phenomenon for their own personal motives—use it as their own vehicles to a personal lifestyle change for themselves also—use it to substantiate their own faith or belief in the possibility of miracles existing; and how this phenomenal  situation benefits/affects individuals, institutions, and cultural trends in general as it becomes simply the commercializing of miraculousness.

money god miracles.jpgOne of those key questions seems to be:  “What’s the quantity of dollars you can make from a miracle, directly or peripherally?

The other key question seems to be “How can I personally cash in on that guy’s ‘miracle’?”

I called this post “The Pretender” not because the protagonist faked the miraculous regrowth of his spinal cord that allowed him to stand up out of that wheelchair in the Biz-E-Bee parking lot, but because during the process of all those people so closely scrutinizing his life, he finally stood up for the person that he was pretending NOT to be all those years prior.

He simply stopped pretending to be something other than who and what he was. That was a miracle in itself.