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Spirit, Nature, & Healing Plants

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As a start to this section of my blog, I want to insert a quote by Rosemary Gladstar because it was her book ‘Medicinal Herbs’ that got me started on this adventure into the healing of my spirit, soul, and body. I do not enter this arena as a teacher teaching, but as a student learning out of necessity, how to live in today’s chaotic mess.

It is true that we have wandered far from our calling to honor and care for this planet . . . it is true that we have chosen instead, in the name of progress, to rape, pillage, and destroy the very essence of our life here . . . it is true that we are probably going to go on in the same direction, following the pied piper to nowhere, until we all go over the cliff. . . it is also true that our change, our redemption, is only a thought away for each of us.

My plan is to move beyond the bullshit and find something real to grasp ahold of . . . for me the anchor lies somewhere in the natural world . . .

Spirit, Nature, & Healing

I think one of the most unique places about herbalism and modern herbal healers is that we still maintain that deep connection with the plants. We’re not looking at just single components as being the magic bullets in our bodies. There’s still a deep prayerful relationship, whether you go to the plants and consciously pray or you have awareness with them, or just the way you are with them when you’re harvesting them or making your medicine or even giving the medicine. There’s a deep connection with the spirit of the plants. It’s not just that there is a chemical constituent that will cure your condition; it is the relationship that the plant has to us and how those plants have served as our healers for literally thousands of years.

For anyone who works with the plants, whether you’re gardening, or just being with them, backpacking with them a lot, that experience of having a plant communicate with you in some way happens. It takes you by surprise at first, but the plants want a talk to us, they want to help us.

They work on so many different levels in our bodies. Yes, they can work just as chemical constituents, but that’s the least potency that they have.

There are a few really wonderful teachers today who are teaching plant spirit medicine, how to connect with that plant spirit. But you know, mostly I don’t really do that so much. I will send students into the woods and have them sit with plants and meditate, but the way that I really find that sacred plant medicine is most effective is just letting people have the opportunity to work with plants. Because when you develop a relationship with plants, that kind of sacred plant medicine will happen. Just by working with them, they begin to speak to you and you begin to hear them.

It happens when you garden. You know, when people go into the garden, they transform. That’s why so many people garden. They go into that garden and they begin to feel things and be different, and in a way that’s plant spirit medicine at its finest.

So the way that I teach traditional herbalism, and try to connect people with that plant medicine, is I have them begin to prepare herbs in the way that their ancestors prepared them. I have them collect the plants and make salves and tinctures—all of the traditional skills that have been forgotten. It’s kitchen medicine.

And they they’re surprised. They ask, “I can make that tincture? You mean I can make a better tincture that that company can?” Which you can, in your kitchen—and in fact you can make it stronger. Because when you grow that plant and you pick that plant and you put a little sacred medicine into the soil when you dig it, whether it’s cornmeal or spit or prayer and you take that root out and then you scrub that root and you’re working with that root and you’re giving thanks for its life and then you cut that medicine up like your cutting up the leg or arm of something that’s alive and you feel that in your body and you put that in a jar and you cover it with alcohol, you’ve made medicine the way your ancestors have, the way this medicine has worked. That is so potent. And people always get it. They never not get it. It’s so amazing to see.

That’s why I think I’ve been able to do this for 30 years and never gotten bored or tired of it. I mean when I think about how many years I’ve taught these simple things, what’s the medicine for me? The medicine and what keeps me going and keeps me juiced is when I see this magic happening. It’s the simplest thing, but when I see it transforming people’s lives, it feeds my spirit deeply. I know that they’re going to teach their kids and their kids are going to get it. And that’s how it’s always been done. I hear my grandmother’s voice in me going, “Oh yeah! It’s happening still!”

— Rosemary Gladstar

The Heart Of The Sourdough

There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon,
There where the sullen sun-dogs glare in the snow-bright, bitter noon,
And the glacier-glutted streams sweep down at the clarion call of June.

There where the livid tundras keep their tryst with the tranquil snows;
There where the silences are spawned, and the light of hell-fire flows
Into the bowl of the midnight sky, violet, amber and rose.

There where the rapids churn and roar, and the ice-floes bellowing run;
Where the tortured, twisted rivers of blood rush to the setting sun —
I’ve packed my kit and I’m going, boys, ere another day is done.

* * * * *

I knew it would call, or soon or late, as it calls the whirring wings;
It’s the olden lure, it’s the golden lure, it’s the lure of the timeless things,
And to-night, oh, God of the trails untrod, how it whines in my heart-strings!

I’m sick to death of your well-groomed gods, your make believe and your show;
I long for a whiff of bacon and beans, a snug shakedown in the snow;
A trail to break, and a life at stake, and another bout with the foe.

With the raw-ribbed Wild that abhors all life, the Wild that would crush and rend,
I have clinched and closed with the naked North, I have learned to defy and defend;
Shoulder to shoulder we have fought it out — yet the Wild must win in the end.

I have flouted the Wild. I have followed its lure, fearless, familiar, alone;
By all that the battle means and makes I claim that land for mine own;
Yet the Wild must win, and a day will come when I shall be overthrown.

Then when as wolf-dogs fight we’ve fought, the lean wolf-land and I;
Fought and bled till the snows are red under the reeling sky;
Even as lean wolf-dog goes down will I go down and die.

Marijuana . . . Devil Or Angel

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Marijuana . . . Devil Or Angel

By Steven Wishnia (excerpt) People around the world have been smoking marijuana forever, for medicinal purposes as well as just to feel good. The Chinese cultivated it as far back as 2000 years B.C. and used it in their practice of herbal medicine. It was brought into the United States sometime around the turn of the last century by Mexican immigrants looking for work in the American southwest and quickly spread across the country.

Regardless of the fact that pot was now illegal in some states it grew in popularity and increased in usage, mainly among musicians and artists who found the herb helped them in their creative endeavors. The drug grew in popularity until the white majority took a moral as well as a financial (and the fact they were just downright lied to) stand against it . . . then along came Harry Anslinger the perfect political puppet for the anti-hemp cotton cartel. Continue reading

Beware the Tick!

1377713519001-062711deer-tick(((Sharing a Post I found))) Use a lint roller right after being in the woods or on a brush walk.. for humans & pets: This could be the most important thing that you see me post! Ticks are an epidemic this year, and these things are as lethal as a venomous snake in the wrong scenario! Please not only read it, but share it! Make sure we get the word out about these tics and the disease they carry!

It’s summer! Time for camping, hiking and getting outside to play. Don’t let those pesky annoying ticks stop you. Here’s how with a simple homemade solution!

Repellent for your pets:

For pets, add 1 cup of water to a spray bottle, followed by 2 cups of distilled white vinegar. Ticks hate the smell and taste of vinegar, and will be easily be repelled by this ingredient alone. Then, add two spoonfuls of vegetable or almond oil, which both contain sulfur (another natural tick repellent).

To make a repellent that will also deter fleas, mix in a few spoonfuls of lemon juice, citrus oil, or peppermint oil, any of which will repel ticks and fleas while also creating a nicely scented repellent. Spray onto the pet’s dry coat, staying away from sensitive areas including eyes, nose, mouth, and genitals. When outdoors for an extended period, spray this solution on two to three times per day.

For you and your family:

In a spray bottle, mix 2 cups of distilled white vinegar and 1 cup of water. To make a scented solution so you do not smell like bitter vinegar all day, add 20 drops of your favorite essential oil.

Eucalyptus oil is a calm, soothing scent that also works as a tick repellent, while peppermint and citrus oils give off a strong crisp scent that also repel ticks.

After mixing the solution, spray onto clothing, skin, and hair before going outdoors. Reapply every four hours to keep ticks at bay, and examine your skin and hair when back inside to make sure no ticks are on the body.

If you have ever shared anything, please click share on this! WE must get the word spread about the dangers of Ticks and how to avoid them!

How Will We Live Without Electricity

Nikola_TeslaThis question was asked on a forum I frequent occassionally . . . this was the answer: “we would be living like people in the middle ages within a year.” – lol

My reply(and one I truly believe MUST be done)

I would argue that if were we to lose the means to generate electricity, which would basically be equivalent to starting over, we would still have the mental resources to forward us onto a different model using different means to live and survive on this planet.

The benefit to the planet would be enormous also as:

1. There would be a huge die off of the human species as the God force (we pretend to understand but don’t) brings us back into balance with the rest of the natural world.

2. Those who overcome and remain will be forced to give way to the industrial/technological/scientific rush-to-total-extinction path we are now on as we will be far more concerned about mere survival.

4. I see humanity finally being forced back onto the track for which it was created in the first place. . . the one we deserted in the metaphor of the Garden of Eden. We were lured away by the lust for knowledge before we evolved wise enough to utilize her in a productive way.

5. Finally, rather than going back to the middle ages,  I see a wizened up mankind adopting stuff like the Tesla theory of free electricity and forgetting the corporate (for profit) model all together, as well as all this other nationalistic (us vs. them) nonsense we live by . . .

I see one world . . . without church . . . without government . . . reigned in by a spiritual force we finally understand. . . .

OH they may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one . . . Imagine.

Conversation

The quality of listening determines the quality of speaking . . . and modern man has forgotten how to listen. . . Paul Myburg

When no one listens to the other we end in chaos . . . and guess what?

Self Defense

qigongI’m about burned out on trying to inform folks about what I see coming down the economic road in the U.S. and starting to feel like a religious fanatic (you know the guy at work who is a Jehovah’s Witness that makes everybody cringe when he shows up at the lunch table?) I’m starting to get that vibe when I bring up chemtrails and tar sands and fracking . . . and . . . so I’m changing course a bit and getting into the preparation phase of survival.

Besides anybody who is free from total indoctrination already knows the same things I do. They already see that the medical/political/economic/social environments in this country are in shambles . . . so what are we going to do about it?

This series of posts, (however long) is going to be about self defense and self healing. It is targeted towards senior men (although the tactics I use can be used by anyone) because that’s what I am, a 72 year old senior citizen who has no desire to give in to the ravages of time nor to become someone’s next victim.

Self defense, as well as healing, begins in your brain. Physical self defense is only the last resort of a very calculated plan of action . . . and if you use your natural intelligence you may never need to go there in the first place.

The thrust of this series is not about how to beat a guy up, or even to escape the family doctor and save some cash. it’s about how to regain the pride and independence we all have freely given to the American sedentary life style.

Something happens inside of a man when he learns how to defend and care for himself. He begins to feel better as he gains pride in his accomplishment. He becomes more confident and perhaps once on that path, he will begin to manifest the man that he was always meant to be.

Robert Service (the great alaskan poet) wrote in “The Heart Of The Sourdough:

I have clinched and closed with the naked North, I have learned to defy and defend;
Shoulder to shoulder we have fought it out — yet the Wild must win in the end.

I have flouted the Wild. I have followed its lure, fearless, familiar, alone;
By all that the battle means and makes I claim that land for mine own;
Yet the Wild must win, and a day will come when I shall be overthrown.

Where does it say in YOUR book of life that it is time to quit fighting and be overthrown? Sure, that day WILL come, but today? If not, then it’s time to fight for the right to be alive and free . . .

Self preservation is the number one motivational instinct in all life forms, including us. We are born with that instinct, live our lives steeped in it, and we die fighting to stay alive. As far as I know ours is the only species lazy enough to expect someone else other than ourself to do it for us.

We look to leaders, governments, religious figures, magic . . . all sorts of stuff. Many times these “helpers” hinder more than help, so instead of looking for help outside of ourselves and expecting someone or something to care for us, how about we get smart, look within, and realize we have been given the personal task of caring for ourselves?

Loving Jesus while stuffing our face fat with Twinkies may help us in the afterlife, but it sure as all hell will do us no good when our arteries collapse and we choke to death on sugar dust. I don’t care how many prayer circles our wife belongs to . . . we did it to ourselves and we are gonna pay the price . . . period.

Since this series is basically for elders, I can believe that most of us here are already practiced survivors else we would not have lasted these last 70 +- years on this planet.

My question to all of us survivors then is this: “Why quit now?”

Why retire and sit on our duffs drinking beer, eating chips, and watching some silly show on the new flat screen TV? . . . Especially when we have reached the time in our life when we actually NEED to stay in shape . . . when we actually NEED to be the proper weight . . . when we actually NEED to eat the right foods . . . when we actually NEED to be able to defend ourselves from the vultures who see us as an easy target.

When did life sit us down and tell us it was now OK to get fat and lazy (and all the rest) and promise to take care of us anyways? If self preservation is our #1 instinct, don’t you think we ought to remember that in order to survive we have to start living like we realize it?

Most of us in this country build our lives in freedom and wish it on others as well. We love and care for our families and work hard to see their needs are met. We try to do what is right and we seek to live in peace.

BUT there are far too many in this country who have built their lives on taking and destroying, some are thugs, some are pillars of society, some become president, some get hung, but they all have pretty much the same MO . . . to take . . . and many times the guys they take from are the elderly.

This is hardly the time to lay your burden down and think because now that you’re old people are going to feel sorry for you and care for you. They won’t. Truth is that in the real world people are too busy caring for themselves. You’re on your own brother, you better quit whining about your illnesses and get with the program because the next time you go shuffling through the Walmart parking lot you may be setting yourself up for a painful reality check. There are lots of punks out there who have you on their ‘easy target’ list. Time to get back in the game.

We need to realize that although we are old men we are in actuality the elders, the last of the breed that hasn’t been lulled to sleep by political correctness and liberalism gone amok. We are the last (or so it seems) of the independent crowd who believes that standing their ground on their own two feet is a good and proud thing to do. We are the last to remember independence before the media took over and told us what the word meant. We have the experience to pick through the bullshit and are needed now more than ever.

Forget the teeth whitenings, the hair pieces, the manicures and the face lifts.  Get healthy, balanced, and proud . . . you’ll be pretty as you can be.

First, before any talk of defending ourselves, we need to get our bodies and minds in order. Although there are many ways to do this, I chose Qigong because I feel there is none better . . . so without further ado, allow me to introduce the life changing power of Qigong:

Following is a 184 page e-book in PDF format by Jim MacRichie. The book is quite revealing and free to read on the web. I posted it here for anybody who is interested in learning the Chinese concept of total mind/body healing.

http://www.qigonginstitute.org/html/papers/EightExtraordinaryMeridians-Qigong.pdf

Following is a short video explaining Qigong

This Chinese man (Master Duan) is in his nineties, watch how he walks and demands respect with such grace and purpose.

To be continued . . .

Rethinking Cancer (part 1)

T_dealing_cancer1Being light complected, skin cancer is a concern for me, as it should be for any other guy who has been burned by the sun a zillion times in their past. I’ve already had a couple pre-melanomas taken off and I am due for another visit soon.

On the inside? At my age only God knows what’s eating away at my guts/bones/or brain.

So what do I do about it now? How do I defend myself from an environment that has gone toxic beyond that which my body can contend?

Does anybody else out there think about these things? . . . or prepare for the possibility of getting cancer in some form or other during their life time?

How do you feel about chemo and radiation?

Now’s the time to find out, not when your Dr. tells you you must have it or die. Then, even if you have reservations, it will be too late, fear will line you up to take your poison just like all the other patients who are walking the ‘super sick highway’.

Watch these videos, have a discussion with yourself and make some decisions as to what to do on the day you hope will never come . . . that day when Mr. C comes knocking at your door.

http://www.veteranstoday.com/2014/12/07/rethinking-cancer-treatment/

PS . . . I find it interesting that the last video on Gerson Therapy is “not available in the US” I wonder why? Anyway I found this one on youtube that will explain the process . . .

In part 2 I will speak about alternatives and our immune system . . .

Ferguson

Why is it one group sees the cop at Ferguson a killer while the other group sees him as being justified? What causes black people across the country to think and act like they do? They don’t know whether the young man was shot charging the cop or whether he had his hands up any more than I do . . . and yet they are convinced beyond a doubt that the kid was murdered. How can two people look at the same thing and come up with an entirely different viewpoint from that same evidence?

Distrust and disrespect . . .

The black man has been raised on a foundation of distrust and disrespect ever since the days the white man stole him out of his homeland and brought him to these America’s in the hold of a ship. He has been beaten down ever since.

In todays world various civil rights laws help him a bit, but I don’t see the foundation shifting or changing beneath his feet all that much. . . especially since the white corporate bosses packed up their factory jobs and left them, as well as the poor and middle class whites, holding an empty bag. If I were black . . . angry would be my middle name.

But I’m not black. My foundation’s entirely different than my black brothers foundation is . . . therefore I see a lot of things differently than they do. And in some cases I bought the white man’s con far easier than they would have.

I grew up in an all white lower class neighborhood. I don’t remember ever being around black kids, but basically, mostly because of our elders, us white kids didn’t like the blacks. I rarely ever saw one during my school years unless he was on the opposing football team.

In the early sixties I went into the military where I was forced to integrate and train with blacks. Once overseas we spent a large part of our time in the bush living in very close proximity to one another. We shared the same sleeping spots, ate the same rations, sweated and bitched about the same things.

I quickly found that in spite of my negative teaching, and though it was the rioting sixties, these guys were a lot of fun to hang out with. We were a small unit and quickly became like brothers.

Because of this experience I am no longer a racist. I have found many times I have far more in common with a lot of the “different” races of people than I have with those of my own race. Whites are so uptight they make me nervous. Get together with white guys and all they talk about are their portfolios and bank accounts and watching sports. I long for some of the good old time jaw jacking I used to get from the blacks.

Personally I would rather spend all my time amongst ALL the races, maybe have dinner one night with a black athlete and a Vietnamese artist and an Arab poet. (leave the religions out though cause I’m way sick of that stuff). Wouldn’t that be a lively evening? Wouldn’t that open a whole plethora of really interesting conversation?

I understand why the races distrust us . . . and why they think as they do. This thing at Ferguson has very little to do with the rule of law and a whole lot to do with perception based upon experience. I believe the actual incident is a secondary issue to all that.

So what are we going to do about it? Pass some more laws? Stand up and clap when race baiters like Al Sharpton come to town? Get all worked up and riot and ultimately settle back to the ‘same old shit different day’ routine in life we always do?

How about we ALL work on these distrust issues? . . . and these disrespect issues? . . . and bring back the jobs and balance the scales a bit before we judge each other. Nothing changes until we do.

Trust has no color . . . respect has no color . . . money does though . . . and those high white Wall Street/Politico war mongers who own it all? Now there’s a race of folks I truly DON’T trust . . . nor have any respect for.

Howard Zinn

DSCF0021If I had to follow a man it would be a guy with the philosophy of Howard. His attitude, intellect are supurb IMO

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What’s Your Sign?

The other day my daughter was telling me about a yoga friend of hers who is a professional astrologer, teacher and writer. I asked her to get me a reading while he was in town and (of course), she forgot and I didn’t get my reading.

Anyway, who among us that lived during the hippie days didn’t know their sign? . . . or that usually when meeting a chick the first question you asked was, “what’s your sign?” Continue reading

Once we become aware

this will be one of the ways we will operate in the world.

First we must educate or destroy the current systems that feed on power and profit and has absolutely no understanding of what being “alive” actually means . . .

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 … http://www.geoengineeringwatch.org . . . 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 . . .

War

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.

Freedom?

“There are thousands and thousands of people out there leading lives of quiet, screaming desperation, where they work long, hard hours at jobs they hate to enable them to buy things they don’t need to impress people they don’t like.”

― Nigel Marsh

The Perfect Lawn

“Damn weeds! Johnny . . . go get me the Roundup, I’m gonna kill this yellow bastard!! I hate dandelions !!! Hate em!” . . . And the beat goes on in every middle class allotment in the country.

There are whole industries built up around killing the dandelion. Just what is it that these little fellows have done to garner such contempt?

From University of Maryland medical site:
Dandelion
While many people think of the dandelion (Taraxacum officinale)as a pesky weed, it’s chock full of vitamins A, B, C, and D, as well as minerals such as iron, potassium, and zinc. Dandelion leaves are used to add flavor to salads, sandwiches, and teas. The roots are used in some coffee substitutes, and the flowers are used to make wines.

In the past, dandelion roots and leaves were used to treat liver problems. Native Americans also boiled dandelion in water and took it to treat kidney disease, swelling, skin problems, heartburn, and upset stomach. In traditional Chinese medicine, dandelion has been used to treat stomach problems, appendicitis, and breast problems, such as inflammation or lack of milk flow. In Europe, it was used in remedies for fever, boils, eye problems, diabetes, and diarrhea.

So far, there have not been any good quality scientific studies on dandelion. Today, the roots are mainly used to stimulate the appetite, and for liver and gallbladder problems. Dandelion leaves are used as a diuretic to help the body get rid of too much fluid.

So . . . we kill medicinal plants in order to have the perfect green yard that our kids or dogs can’t even play on because of the poison we PAID to have applied to it? How f..ing stupid is that?

This is a perfect example to show just how ‘mind controlled’ we are in this country and to what length human beings can be led by a good PR program. Truth be known, if we find ourselves believing such nonsense, someone has already washed our brain of common sense and replaced it with their own contrived version of reality.

Walk into any upper class allotment on a hot summer day and what greets you first? The scent of cooking foods? The shouts and laughter of children? Music or any other sounds of life? What greets you first in the American middle/upper class allotment is dead quiet and the stench of lawn chemicals. Home sweet home or . . . hell stinky hell?

How much are you paying some service to keep your lawn perfect and green for you? How does it make you feel when you walk proudly about on your perfectly groomed lawn? Have you finally arrived? Where?

Testimony from a concerned mother:

I have a son that is allergic to a LOT of things…so rashes are common here. two years ago we discovered just how toxic lawn maintenance could be after we had our lawn treated…and 2 of our 3 kids ended up in an emergency visit for fully body rashes…categorized as “chemical reaction” to what had been put on our yard. needless to say, i called the next day to have the service cancelled.

I could add more, but you get the picture.

Here in the US we all suffer from a most virulent form of mind control. This particular strain is called “the keeping up with the Joneses syndrome” and it is responsible for enriching the corporation beyond belief. Time to wise up and take control of your mind and your life back from ‘wall street PR for profit’ lies. You are setting a bad example for your children.

I want to offer you an alternative. I have a lawn surrounding my house also, but when I built this place I did nothing at all to the landscape except make sure I had good drainage around the house. I replaced what topsoil I could save, graded the ground down to the creek and left it alone. It took no time at all to reseed the area and I did none of it . . . nature did it all for me. Here are some pictures of what she did for me for free.

My natural lawn:
mylawn

 

 

 
It looks like this after mowing (yes they do come back)

Actually I’d rather not even mow, but then the weeds and wildflowers would grow 3′ high and take over . . . so we DO need to maintain . . . but do we need to poison?

Various closeups of my weeds:

wildflowersin yard

more wild flowersinyard

redwildflowersinyard

bunchofwildflowers

yellowwildflowers

 

 

 

http://www.wakingtimes.com/2014/05/23/gmo-grass-coming-lawn-near/

The Hippies Were Right . . . right? (part one)

Attempting to write about the hippies is akin to a young soldier hunkered down on Omaha Beach attempting to write about the battle surrounding him. He hears it, but all he sees is the sky above his head.

To give the battle proper perspective, every man taking part, including the enemy, would have to have his story told also because every guy had a different story and every story was just as viable as the next if the truth was to be unadulterated by personal bias.

To tell the whole and honest story about the counter culture would be just as difficult . . . and quite honestly I don’t have the talent to do it. I was there. I experienced it first hand, but like the soldier on Omaha Beach I can only tell my part of a story that is so big, so diverse, that for the whole thing to be written the reader would have a hard time carrying the book it was written in.

One thing I CAN say for a certainty about the movement was that although it wore a uniform, it was not the “look” that counted, It was much broader in scope than all that ‘long hair, tie dye’, media inspired stuff that went on in the Haight, Ashbury district of San Francisco.

The power of the hippie movement lies in the “feel” of it and the sense of rightness in belonging to something larger than oneself. This feeling is what set our country on it’s heels and helped end the tragedy taking place in Vietnam.

Eventually this feeling evolved into the broad based environmental movement taking place in this country right now. The hippies may have left the Haight, but even today we are deeply active in the environmental movement . . . this may be our greatest legacy.

So, though others stories may differ, this is mine as I experienced it . . . The Tale Of The Two Jim’s . . . The story begins in the summer of 69 when I drove across the high desert of Eastern Oregon to meet up with a friend in Portland and ended up driving smack dab into the arms of the aquarian age . . . and the much needed rebirthing of my soul.

The Age Of Aquarius

When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars

This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius
The Age of Aquarius
Aquarius! Aquarius!

Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the mind’s true liberation
Aquarius! Aquarius!

When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars

This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius
The Age of Aquarius
Aquarius! Aquarius!

Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the mind’s true liberation
Aquarius! Aquarius!

The tale of the hippie is not at all about drugs . . . or about misguided youth in funny clothes . . . or even great music. The tale of the hippie is about the search for deeper meaning to life.

Most of us didn’t wear flowers in our hair or dress like circus performers. Quite a few were not even taken in by the lure of psychedelic drugs. The one thing we pretty much all shared though was the revulsion for our parents world and the desire for “change.”

We were sick and tired of the madness, and even more than that we were sick and tired of watching our friends get killed for no reason other than the war was good for business.

In reality, taking into consideration the cause and effect of all things both straight and hippie, I’d say that we were absolutely on the right path, but we got side tracked by naivety, immaturity and drugs. When it came to creating something real out of the Utopian dream, there were not enough true believers to make it happen.

Peace. love, freedom to do your own thing as long as it doesn’t harm anybody else, were wonderful ideas, but when the rubber hit the road, what happened? We were invaded by runaway kids, and addicts, and ex cons, and drug dealers, and drifting, dark minded people of all ilk. The counter culture movement, because of it’s non exclusivity, weakened, shriveled up and died.

The greatest cultural movement since the civil war came and left in a heated rush. In it’s wake, though there are many pretenders still hanging around, the core of true believers fled into the hills and valleys of rural America and began the environmental movements that today are all that holds back the juggernaut of big oil from completely destroying this country in it’s lust for the few fossil fuels still around.

Without us they would not stop until, like the old chief said:

Only when the last tree has died
and the last river been poisoned
and the last fish been caught
will we realize we cannot eat money

Cree Indian Proverb

(to be continued)