it may soon be…

It may soon be, by accident or design, we will be in extinctive conflict.  Should this occur it will be the most unfortunate circumstance the human race has ever faced.  Countries fighting in slow motion like drunks in a bum fight, then suddenly someone gets killed, and everything changes.

 

 I reiterate my call for an immediate cessation of all hostilities, between the Great nations of the Trifecta, the United States, People’s Republic of China, and the great Russian Federation.  The call is for a complete military, economic, and societal unilateral cease fire. The purpose and reason of our hostilities cannot be solved through conflict with each other.

 

There are many stakeholders in the world, but none as yet having nuclear weapons AND  animosity to all three nations.  This fortunate happenstance has not come about by accident, nor will its demise.

 

Some have forgotten fences make good neighbors.  They have forgotten that the fiercest dog can protect the kindest family.  Some have not.

 

Among all those other stakeholders, many nations safeguard nuclear weapon technology.  Until now, all the players at the table saw the futility of the nuclear hand.  This destruction can only come about when one feels like there is no option.  How long before madness opportune those double aces?  We sit poised to see the militant middle east obtain a nuclear weapon.  What possible be the grievances justifying such an endeavor?  What happens if the world agrees the price is too high?

 

There are far too many working to maintain the status quo, because NOW is the perfect and only time to begin serious talk at the highest level to demilitarize the Trifecta. The three along with aligned nations, whether or not by proxy, represent most of the conflict occurring today.  Their dependence upon fossil fuel has led to a dependency upon fissile fuel.  For the superpowers, there can be no war.  ALL conflicts arise over resources, so the only thing to do is to decide to share them equitably, or perish.  There is no alternative.

 

We must decide to honestly ascertain the real level at which we can live in peace, and then with utmost earnestness, make a treaty so great that it hopes to end the basis of global conflict for our time. We have never done this.  We are able and ready to remake ourselves.  Completely.  Nothing except the treaty is sacred.

 

Ideas of nation, sovereignty, govt, must pass.  The time of the nation state is passed.  No longer can a nation control it’s destiny.  Those days have given way to only controlling its destruction.  Our economies are so bound up with each other, that none of us for one reason or another, none of us can survive without other nations goods and services.  We have one thing uniting us, and that is trade.

 

Not for nothing do the moneychangers hide their designs.

 

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to a falling soldier

So it is as if awoken from a sleep so profound, that the order of the day for many, many good long moments, glorious light filled moments, you ask yourself:, “Who am i?”

from this slumber you awaken, yet no milk white crib awaits.  Rather than that powderpuff of comfort, you are thrust like the coldest washbowl of morning shock into full wakefulness.  Down a flaming hallway you run, doors erupting into chaotic heat.  You become aware of another, dressed like you as you drag each other ahead of a fear so great…your blood recoils from your heart.  You will burst from fear.

“Marshaling my deepest reserves, i begged God to fortify me.  In time i began to think a little, and look around me.  I was in a battle between two uniformed armies.  Another solider and I were advancing towards an alley.  Well, we were retreating towards the alley, but  it seemed to me we might be a bit ahead of the skirmish, veering across its right flank, out of the kill line.  It did not seem that we were attracting any deliberate fire.  The odd round might hit us, it would be the stuff of battlefield legend.  Without pause, i marked the moment of wonder at why i even knew this.

Looking at my companion closely for the first time, what i saw closed the deal.  I mean there were a dozen other factors that flitted through my head, if truth be told.  Watching them fly by, i knew i was preaching to the choir.  Before anything else, before any other consideration other than living long enough to decide, was an answer that had to be questioned.

With this realization came action.  I spun an arm around my young brother, and hard right turned him into a long alley.  In the military there are several levels of physical contact, none of which imply hostile force.  I felt well within the low middle of the band as I bro-armed my young friend into the dark.  “hey tell me if we are the good guys”, i told him.  I followed his eyes as he glanced back to our rear, and flanks.  “Our guys are just in the next block”, I told him.  Those other guys peeled off to the left.”  At this his eyes swept my sleeve, and i knew he was deciding how full of shit i was likely to be.  Whatever  he saw must have impressed him, because I felt him soften like a 1 degree heatwave in an arctic blizzard.

“Seriously, tell me everything you know about the other guys in this fight.”

Many a battle vet will tell you there is a place where God speaks loudly to men in battle.  Loudly, crashing thunder in their heart.  To forge new paths, dead weight must fall, and fall is more than appropriate, of course fall, but where is always important.  In this case into a hole in the ground, is where these souls find themselves.  At some point, men welcome the moment to drop the load of culture’s burden so to speak.  In the earth, waiting to be killed, waiting to kill, men’s musing’s to each other as they share their last night on earth, and that earth, at once the big earth, and the musk in their noses, this too is the earth.  The earth accepts it all.

So men go, as they go and have gone millions upon countless millions of times, one way or the other, frequently both, they all go into a hole.  They go into the earth and whisper their secrets to the earth and each other, and the earth whispers the secrets of sand and sphere in return.

Before, their thoughts are many, like the sand.  Later, in the same way that all earth is one, and sphere, so are men one.  Some see only partly, and understand: “our men are won, and other men are..less.

For still others, whose hearts’ mysteries are not solved by algebra, tho they march through a thousand cities, a new sovereign rides, and its’ name is love.  For these many, all men have become one.  This, is the true spoils of war.  Or Maybe it’s that  “the truth spoils war.”  I can never keep that part straight…

to a falling soldier

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it is a disgusting thing to, think, a most disgusting thing to witness, the vilest thing to say, but say it i must: “The deep state”, using the democrats, using the republicans, using the media, and finally the people themselves, are waging a war on the duly elected President of the Untied States, waging this war in the hopes that he is assassinated.  We must resist.

 …but how?  How indeed!  It is not by accident  we find in our midst those who’s  patient  exercise in the hope of reason is already exhausted.  The question is not: “Who among patriots would not fulfill the ancient portent of the gnashing of teeth.  Because that’s what’s going to happen if we allow ourselves to continue down this path.  The question ought to be,  “How many of us see did see this coming? And seeing, knowing, do nothing?”

However many of us that is, in the end, does not matter.  What matters is just one.  In my case it’s me, in your case it’s you.  Those of us now calling for armed action have just started the party early.  How does it go?  First they call you insane?  It won’t be their teeth gnashing, it will be ours.  We won’t be able stop.

They are right about what, but not about how.  The same law of nature which bestows reckoning upon those who look down on a people because of their position on God’s earth, who denigrate because they misconstrue true wealth, who buy and sell humans for money, is operating now.  The same law of nature will bestow upon them blessings of the wages of that sin, and Woe be onto them.  It’s operating now, and it will bestow according to the laws of nature, a just accounting of the pain and suffering this nation was founded upon, right alongside all the right and beautiful things the Lord wants for us.

What we see before us is nothing except the fruit of the tree.  This is as close to the apple of knowledge as we get before it’s fragrence and flavor fill our senses.  And what apple is this?  The knowledge of good and evil, is literally our lives as they will be.  Everything will become simply a matter of before and after that instant we decide to kill.

Such fervent partiality endlessly whipping the cream of our lives.    A lesson on the point of transformation  perfectly balanced upon another one.  …As above so below.

in the life of butter, once you churn to some point, everything changes, and no amount of action can restore the past.  Like the story of butter, once we accomplish by force and fire, we cannot undo what by nature, that which by right, light, and law decree.  Our action will have tainted our goals in unimaginable ways.

Do not think that our ancient forebears acted in malice.  Good men and women make up the same large preponderance then as today.  It is not only the intention to harm, but the inclusion of harm, which pollutes creation.

Absent belief in God, love or the equality of man under the law, there is little noble in us.  We ought not so easily abandon that which we fight to defend.

Once a man wrote: “Now is the time for a good men to come to the aid of their country!”  Indeed, but what kind aid?  How should we be “our brother’s keeper”?  How do we see the truth in each other?  With good cheer, kindness, and concern, we must each strive to win their heart’s and minds.  With patience and love, with speech and action, with dollars and votes.

Whether by silence or speech, sitting or marching, politics or poetry, without a plan, a party or a name, we must begin.  It depends on now, and it depends on us.  Anything less brings us full circle.

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Mother earth is never so happy as when she exists as the thrill in the heart of her creatures.

mother earth is never so happy as when she exists as the thrill in the heart of her creatures.

No matter what form she takes, she always says the same thing.  Follow your heart.  My mother used to tell me that i should always follow my heart,  especially if i thought it had helped me make a mistake.  She told me that the heart had a magic quality, and would even show you and deliver you from your mistake, something your mind would seldom do.  She said the mind is ruled by emotion, but your true heart is not.

It is so because we change your mind, our feelings change, but by definition, not the truth.  It is that which the same in all places and all times.  Is it that because it is the truth, or is it the truth because it never changes?  Yes.

So what IS that truth?  Perhaps this question is hard because there is no answer when we ask in this way.  Perhaps, i can illustrate like this:

My partner, well can run a bit hot and cold.  Not real cold, but man, HOT!  To paraphrase, she can tear me a new SOUL in about 30 secs.  I don’t even want to have a word for how bad it feels.  But here’s the thing:

She’s disappointed over something, so after she talks about it, i giver her a hug, whereby she mentions that she can’t be comforted, it really hurts.  So i tell her, yeah, i wasn’t trying to comfort you, i was just giving you a hug.  I’d have rather not heard that, but i realized as i walked to sit down, the only reason i know she’s disappointed is she had to tell me three times as soon as she walked in the door.

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things i learned as the heart of my mother…

At a very early age, i realized that my mother had an almost mystical ability to discern the most closely held truths from everything and anything done to conceal it.  She said a little bird whispered into her ear.  Once watching closely for days i discovered and reported that there was in fact NO bird, not even one, during an episode regarding a firecracker and a cricket.

Conspiratorially pulling me close, the sweet bell of her voice never failed to awaken my heart.  “I wasn’t going to tell you”, she said, “not until you were older.”  I became giddy with anticipation.  She had started complemented me occasionally, in private, over small things.  Little nothings, just a comment if i was kind, or careful.  Rather than forcing me to be any certain thing, usually her way was to simply tell me what she admired, and let it go at that.

Far from feeling any pressure, it helped me understand both myself and those with whom i shared my youth.  One of the things she told me is that when i applied myself, i could be very mature.  Surely she was going to share a great adult mystery with me.

Very close to my ear she whispered, “God tells mothers things so they can do their job.  God whispers in your ears, but you must firstly want to hear it.  Then of course you must want to do the right thing, and if you do the first thing, you will always be able to do the rest of it.”  “Mothers”, she said, “is one of the ways GOD is everywhere at the same time.”

“I am listening, god, unless i forget for a bit.”

  One of Mothers greatest gifts to me is somehow i forgive myself for my lapses, and

acknowledge how very far is the distance between your wishes for my life, and what i

am able to accept.

Now is ok though, I’m listening…  How best shall i serve you? Hello?… Hello?…

Happy Mothers day.

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