My new Blog

I began to realize that I was beginning to post a lot of things on this blog that it was not intended for, so I started a new one. It is called ‘Bad Moon A-rising’ and this is the Intro:

There are those who make things happen . . .
There are those who watch things happen . . .
There are those who wonder what the hell just happened.

This blog is dedicated to the watchers. Those who have observed what is going on today in the world at large and are trying desperately to prepare for the chaos. Know you are not alone. Hopefully there will be enough knowledge here to help you fend for yourself when you see that the bad moon has finally begun to arise.

I chose to build the new site to write all this stuff into because my other blog was not created to contain all the negativity. So while trying very hard not to make things worse sounding than they actually are, the essays, links, and videos follow . . .

Everything entered here will be on one of the four categories . . . pestilence . war . famine . death.

Here is the address to the blog, for right now I just transferred stuff from here that was outside my intent, but soon I will be adding much more. I’ll still be writing here also, but join me over there if you want for the more hard boiled stuff . . . JJ

A Tale of Turkey Tail

Originally posted on Wisdom of the Plant Devas:

By Thea Summer Deer

©2013 all rights reserved

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Turkey Tail Mushroom

It may well be winter but the pantry is stocked full of treasures gathered and dried throughout the summer and fall. Turkey Tail mushroom is one of those treasures. Considered a functional food and medicine it has been used for centuries in Asia, Europe and by indigenous peoples in North America.  I discovered it in the same manner that I discover many of the medicinal plants that show up for use in my herbal practice – when a need for that particular medicine arises.

A friend and hiking buddy of mine recently passed away after battling esophageal cancer and shortly thereafter, another friend received the same diagnosis. It left me asking, “why?” I was already aware of my talented artist friend’s long suffering with Hepatitis C, and a musician friend suffering with the same. Both were seeking alternatives. I…

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fungi medicine

I have turkey tail mushroom growing in my woods (an example perhaps on what we are missing out on by just blindly following what we are told.) If necessary I would buy the capsules from Paul, but it is interesting to me that I have this powerful medicine practically at my doorstep.

Alan Watts: What’s Wrong With The World 1970

Years ago I sold my lake front property, payed off all bills/loans and bought this property I now live on. This small wooded valley contained only five houses along about 1 mile + of lane. I had fresh spring water, no noise, very little traffic, and a clear line of sight in case I had to defend myself. . . I’d done good . . . I WAS PREPARED to face the storm I knew was coming . . .

First thing to break my bubble was the fracking. They blew ‘exploratory something or others’ up the hill behind my property and f–ud up my spring . . . (now I must filter the water two times before drinking it.) I was pissed, but complaining to those people is useless. All they care about is profit, period.

Couple months ago I read somewhere about Geo-engineering … . . . and sure enough as I studied the small amount of visible sky above my head I noticed immediately that it was different. (why I didn’t know this fact already was beyond me) The usual lazy puff of white clouds and blue sky had been replaced by long lines of hazy silver fog. . . and at night I could no longer see the stars in all their past clarity . . .

WTF are they doing? I don’t have a clue, but my system is on ‘ready alert’ even though I know there is not a damn thing I can do about any of it. I am screwed! . . . (as are we all)

Anyway I found this presentation by Allen Watts (whom I love) to be of help in my dilemma. . . . now the job for me is to let go, melt into the woods and relax. The ego did all he could and look what happened.

I’m sure those dipshits messing with the atmosphere will come up with the same conclusions a little further on down the road . . .


We were sitting at the rented beach house one evening last week when my daughter, out of the blue, asks, “Dad, tell me about when you were in the military.”

“Ummm, no, how about I tell you about the hippie days, that was much more interesting.”

She kept pressing about the army. . . I kept himhawing around. My attempt to find a funny story or two fell short. I just wanted to change the subject.

At 72 I am so detached from the kid who loved the rush of jumping out of planes and blowing shit up that I find it all kinda embarrassing . . . and for a certainty I did nothing that I am particularly proud of.

Chris Hedges was a war correspondent for something like 15 years. He knows war like most never will and he defines it better than anybody I’ve ever read.

He wrote a book entitled War Is A Force That Gives Us Meaning . . . the following is taken from this highly recommended read about the false glory and the bullshit of war.

Let me have a war, says I: It exceeds peace as far as day
Does night; it’s spritely, waking, audible, full of vent.
Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy, mull’d deaf, sleepy,
Insensible; a getter of more bastard children than war is a
Destroyer of men.

William Shakespeare

(exerpt from Chapter Four)

The myth of war entices us with the allure of heroism. But the images of war handed to us, even when they are graphic, leave out the one essential element of war- fear. There is, until the actual moment of confrontation, no cost to imaginary glory. The visual and audio effects of films, the battlefield descriptions in books, make the experience appear real. In fact the experience is sterile. We are safe. We do not smell rotting flesh, hear the cries of agony, or see before us blood and entrails seeping out of bodies. We view, from a distance, the rush, the excitement, but feel none of the awful gut wrenching anxiety and humiliation that come with mortal danger. It takes the experience of fear and the chaos of battle, the deafening and disturbing noise, to wake us up, to make us realize that we are not who we imagined we were, that war as displayed by the entertainment industry might, in most cases, as well be ballet. But even with this I have seen soldiers in war try to recreate the fiction of war, especially when a television camera is around to record the attempted heroics. The result is usually pathetic.

The prospect of war is exciting. Many young men, schooled in the notion that war is the ultimate definition of manhood, that only in war will they be tested and proven, that they can discover their worth as human beings in battle, willingly join the great enterprise. The admiration of the crowd, the high-blown rhetoric, the chance to achieve the glory of the previous generation, the idea of nobility beckon us forward. And people, ironically, enjoy righteous indignation and an object upon which to unleash their anger. War usually starts with collective euphoria.

It is all the more startling that such fantasy is believed, given the impersonal slaughter of modern industrial warfare. I saw high explosives fired from huge distances in the Gulf war reduce battalions of Iraqis to scattered corpses. Iraqi soldiers were nothing more on the screens of sophisticated artillery pieces than little dots scurrying around like ants – that is, until they were blasted away. Bombers dumped tons of iron fragmentation bombs on them. Our tanks, which could outdistance their Soviet -built counterparts, blew iraqi armored units to a standstill. Helicopters hovered above units like angels of death in the sky. Here there was no pillage, no warlords, no collapse of unit discipline, but the cold and brutal efficiency of industrial warfare waged by well – trained and highly organized professional soldiers. It was a potent reminder why most European states and America live in such opulence and determine the fate of so many others. We equip and train the most efficient killers on the planet.

But even in the new age of warfare we cling to to the outdated notion of the single hero able to carry out daring feats of courage on the battlefield. Such heroism is about as relevant as mounting bayonet or cavalry charges. But peddling the myth of heroism is essential, maybe even more so now, to entice soldiers into war. Men in modern warefare are in service to technology. Many combat veterans never actually see the people they are firing at nor those firing at them, and this is true even in low – insurgencies.

To be sure, soldiers who kill innocents pay a tremendous personal emotional and spiritual price. But within the universe of total war, equipped with weapons that can kill hundreds or thousands of people in seconds, soldiers only have time to reflect later.
By then these soldiers often have been discarded, left as broken men in a civilian society that does not understand them and does not want to understand them.

The other day I went into a shoe store to buy a pair of running shoes. I found a pair of Reebok’s and bought them after I saw that they were made in Vietnam. All I could think was how I wanted to give some business to the people we were so stupid to start a war with in the first place. We sent 50 + thousand of our kids to their death over there . . . for what? Now we are friends and trading partners (something that Ho Chi Minh wanted in the first place) I STILL don’t get it . . .

Who Are These People?

Who are these homeless people anyways? Folks down on their luck who have just fallen through the cracks? Drunken bums? Drug addicts? Criminals? What does the rank and file in this empty faced army consist of? Do we even care? . . . or do we just want these losers to disappear from our streets so we don’t have to look at them.

As I see it the only difference between ‘us and them’ is that the homeless, for whatever reason, lost all their stuff. Therefore since we judge one anothers worth by the amount of stuff we possess, these people are deemed worthless.

This ‘haves and have nots’ attitude is so screwed up on so many levels that it is hard to even write about it. The changes it will take to actually create the society we love to brag about are almost insurmountable . . . but not quite.

Many years ago in this country we were snookered into believing that a monkey dressed in a three piece suit was no longer a monkey. Even if he had lied and cheated, even if he had killed to get that suit, it didn’t matter as much as the fact he possessed it.

Today we have a corporate owned government in this country filled with psychopaths and charlatans every bit as evil as the homeless thugs who enjoy strong arming other homeless persons as they sleep under a bridge. The only difference between the two classes of thugs is that the official has learned to cloak himself in respectability and hide in plain sight while his brother hunkers in the shadows. We need to break the spell . . . we need to wake up and get our priorities in order.

I got out of the military sometime in the mid 60’s, came home to the States and got a factory job right away. In those days hundreds of men physically manned the steel mills that ran three shifts 24/7. A large majority of these guys were black. It wasn’t too many years later that computerized machines were introduced into the factories and a steady shrinking of the work force began.

The black communities were hit very hard. Unable to find work the men lost their pride, they became drunks and druggies in order to cope. Many lost their family ties and ended up living in the streets. The army of the homeless began to grow in size.

Many soldiers came home from the war with PTSD and problems that drove them into the streets. The army of the homeless was strengthened. They say 30% of today’s homeless are veterans.

A 1985 report from Los Angeles estimated that 30% to 50% of homeless persons were seriously mentally ill. The study concluded that this was in part the product of the deinstitutionalization movement….The streets had become the asylums of the 80s.

So, basically we have three main reasons for homelessness: Loss of employment, veterans and their PTSD, the release of mentally ill through the deinstitutionalization movement. There are many others . . . and the army of the hopeless grows.

Today there are countless numbers of people who, although they are fine at the moment, are living off credit and only a couple days away from the streets themselves. It’s scary in America these days and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better.

You know, you’d think this country, especially since the corporate takeover at least, would begin to realize that coming up with a solution to the homeless problem would be GOOD for business. Remember what happened to the rich and powerful in Russia’s Bolshevik revolution? (see Dr. Zhivago)

Globalization may not be a bad thing, but just dumping our citizenry overboard for cheap off country labor and a higher profit margin to the corporation is so short sighted that I have to wonder just how intelligent the CEO actually is. As is, when he/she takes the podium I’m having a hard time seeing nothing but Cheeta in a three piece suit.

Homeless In LA

From the news report:

A federal appeals court ruled that a Los Angeles ordinance preventing homeless people from living in cars is unconstitutionally vague and struck down the ban.
The ban was enacted in 1983, but faced renewed enforcement in 2010, after Los Angeles officials held a September town hall to address complaints of homeless people living in vehicles on streets in the Venice area of the city. City officials repeatedly said at the meeting that the “concern was not homelessness generally, but the illegal dumping of trash and human waste on city streets that was endangering public health,” the ruling said in the factual background.
The Los Angeles Police Department then created the Venice Homelessness Task Force, made of 21 officers to cite and arrest people living in cars, as well as distribute information about local shelters and social services. During their training, task force members were told that “an individual need not be sleeping or have slept in the vehicle to violate” the city ban, and that the LAPD officers should look for “possessions normally found in a home, such as food, bedding, clothing, medicine, and basic necessities.” They were to offer a warning for the first violation, a citation for the second and make an arrest on the third.

Ok, now what is actually going on here? First we have the homeless people. These are those people that due to current misfortunate conditions (many times beyond their control) have found themselves on the street in survival mode.

Second we have the people who due to current conditions (many times out of sheer luck) have homes and money and cars and don’t want to be bothered by the homeless lining their streets because they know they are not to far from being homeless themselves.

Third we have the monied folks who live in a bubble so thick that they believe they deserve to be living high on that hog. These guys see themselves as being better than the little people living in the street and just want them to go away.

Fourth we have the do gooders who really want to help, but don’t know how or what to do to even get started. These are the those who empathise, but are too broke, or too busy trying to survive themselves, to do much more than talk about the problem and fix blame on somebody else.

I am one of those. I rant against the system and against the rich and powerful. I react in anger or fear when I see this stuff, but I have no solid answer except to say I see these laws against the homeless, and it really (in all my self righteousness) pisses me off as to how calloused those city people must be to the plight of the homeless on their streets.

I’ve contemplated on this a lot and as I see it, although the homeless army is growing in leaps and bounds, nobody in power seems to have the smarts to deal with them. They are a side effect, the ones who missed the train when Lyndon created his American dream and cried, “All Aboard!”

There was a fundamental flaw in the makeup of the American dream. In America’s rush to lead the world into a highly profitable global economy we have:

Exerpt from Blessed Unrest by Paul Harken

failed to adequately address the results of rapid economic change in human and ecological terms, how it creates prosperity AND misery AND ecological degradation, roughly in equal measure, incomparable though they may seem. The worldwide diaspora of immigrants, refugees, and peasants to urban slums is growing faster than even the most optimistic forecasts of the benefits of free trade. No institution stands more solidly behind free trade than the World Bank, yet few institutions are more pessimistic about the plight of humanity. It has predicted that more than five billion people will receive less than $2 a day in income by 2030, and 2 billion of them will live in slums in dozens of cities with populations greater than 10 million. The future of the world is being cultivated in the despair, anger, and bleakness of the chawls of Mumbai, the favelas of Rio, the kampongs of Jakarta, the shammasas of Khartoum, the pueblos jovenes in Lima, the villa miseria of Buenos Aires, and the umjundolos of Durban, not in the Pilates studios of the Hamptons and Santa Monica . . .

Long story short we have failed to consider what would happen when we pushed aside the working man and replaced him with a machine. We called this movement ‘progress’ . . . but now our foolish self centeredness is swinging back around and about to bite us all deeply on our greedy asses.

It’s easy to say, “get a job” to the next homeless dude who approaches you on the street for a handout, but all that means is that basically you are an uncaring individual with a lot of bad karma coming your way. (to be continued)