A Little “Jumpy” Lately! Me Too!

I’ve been writing since I got a pencil. I’ve used it to make a living, mostly, writing is a continuous gift to monitor my own inner life’s growth, to winnow through perspectives that are rutted in memorization and not experiential truth. I write seeking the essence of my human experience, to understand how ‘the world’ works and how I can work along with it. I’ve failed miserably, to date for this day. I give all credit for any truth and beauty arising from this screen to my Co-Creators;  my Source and You!

Let us not be too ‘politically correct’, it bears witness to the mass mind manipulation in everything we hear, read and even tell ourselves resulting from immersion in propaganda mastered over scores of years and now censoring and criminalizing the only voices heard among the cries of those who are now as I am.
Afraid.
All The Time.
Hungry most nights.
Anxious as regularly as a clock keeps time.
And waiting for the bombs to fall with each loud bang or small earthquake…

Or am I waiting for the bombs to stop dropping? What am I waiting for? Or waiting to do? And why can’t I see through this dark veil of isolation from reality? Is the Deep State that completely in charge of our Minds?
I’m Afraid!
And I feel Alone!
All I hear when I peek out from under my sick bed is how people condemn each other, verbally rape women and girls and sometimes not just verbally! America killing Americans, in rage, hate, madly insane by ideologies so dark we can only look upon these people and their unbridled violence with horror and shock, as is natural when we are faced with such an H.P. Lovecraft reality.

I’m quite sure we all have PTSD after 18 years under the Neo-Nazi Dark State  and their Corporate Overlords…..then the True Blues showed up as another branch of the neo Nazis of America. At least, that’s what has happened, it is done.  There is no “maybe”. “seems”, “will be”…..no, it’s already done, and we lost our Constitutional Republic.

Who’s “We”?  YOU and ME!  Who else matters?  The Elite?  Oh, they only matter because they are holding a line against securing  our Planet’s life and ability to support all other life.  Isn’t life left on Earth right now the only Life that matters?  As our Planetary Mother is concerned with the protection of her Children, and her Children with the welfare of their Mother, the Elite cannot be reckoned into our future, in any way, ever again, or all will be a final and eternal loss.

If we continue in the false reality of the Elite, we will not be here to help each other or our Mother Earth mitigate the throes of suffering that is being brought down upon us to the last living being…

Think about it… the real end! And it appears most of us aren’t able to accept the fundamental reality we ALL MUST DIE, we resist the fact we are Mortal.  How can we possibly accept the responsibility to LIVE, if we are already the walking dead?

What I know is, I trust our Youth, like I trusted me and us when we were in their position.  We worked hard, made gains, and got sooo f#%’d up in the mirage, just like always, we forgot our duty to the future.  Not this time, let us rise again, older, maybe even dumber, but willing to surrender our all for the life of our Grandchildren, our Species, for a child of our Future to look upon a Whale, an Elephant, Dolphin, Golden Toad (oops, he was one of the first to go in the 70’s I believe).   Just one child, 1,000 years from now, kissing a Dolphin… because we Fought Back!

Respectfully,

Nobody “Staring into the Eye of the Cyclopes”

Freedom, Privacy, Good Will….Rest NOT IN PEACE!

As I notice this day, the last day in 2015, a long suppressed uncontrolled sigh raises it’s voice in my chest and throat, a moan…or a small and weak wail.

Freedom – gone, if you care to look.  I heard it put as “the Freedom to NOT choose.”  That’s presupposing we have any choice of action left to us that won’t turn us into targets for any number of hideous Fascists, all with the power of so called legitimate use of “fatal force”, with inroads into every nook and cranny of our private places, and it’s exponentially worse if you are a Female and or Black, Brown or “un-christian” in any perceivable manner.

Do Not Rest In Peace, O FREEDOM who sounds your call with every living heart beat!  Rage, Rage!  Rage against this prison in which you are caught!

Privacy, dear sweet Privacy, you are my restorer, you are my Secret Garden where I breathe clean sweet smelling air, read stories that remind me of more things than technology and tell my Beloveds of my hopes and wishes, knowing within this secret we share a power builds by which to fulfill our mutual hopes and wishes together. This power grows in the  privacy of hearts and minds. Privacy, the Gold of Good Will, only within this sanctified state of being can any human become intimate with another. That special smile our Beloveds hold for us and us for them, may  never cross our faces again in this era of Full Eclipse of the Heart.

Do Not Rest in Darkness, O Privacy, mine!  Hide not in the earth or under rocks abandoned by the very enforcers criminalizing the living for Profit!  BLINK NOT, eye of my Mind and Heart, do not fear the end of yourself, for that end has already been bought by the Fascists and indeed you are trapped…yet the rocks themselves will take up our Holy call for the privacy of Soul, Mind and Body – Every voice will sing,  Angels will speak and all that is revealed will be as nothing to hearts that have held true to themselves and their Beloveds….

And now, Good Will….so many we have buried, and with each one, a great amount of Goodness lost in graves….so much so even in this USofA we shoot people dead for knocking on our doors for help.  Blood for Blood, and now everyone is bloodied….there may never be an end of it, but we certainly can be assured of an end to us if we cannot lay down blood feuds, by whatever name they come calling. One cannot have Good Will and take seriously a task of “murder” as an acceptable act of humanity.  It’s simple, our hearts, minds and souls are keen, tuned in to Truth, so hungry for it in fact that we will make up one rather than accept one we don’t like…We want PEACE and FREEDOM that springs from PRIVACY  and we want to offer and receive GOOD WILL!  We will live out our desires within our own homes and community, and a truth not as great as ones to come, but far superior than those that have over come us will be forged as we lay down those sweet things that have been so very fouled, our Freedom, our Privacy and our Good Will and choose for ourselves how much Truth we are willing to accept, and from whom!

Thus as a ridiculously insane year is finally spent like the full metal jacket it was, let it never rest, let it’s revelations be just the beginning of a truly Brave New World!

Wishing you Peace in sleep, Freedom to Love, Privacy for Butterfly kisses and my own Good Will to you and all you Love!

“nobody” on the Isle of Cyclopes

 

 

What indeed…causes CORRUPTION OF THE INNOCENT, MORAL MIND OF HUMANKIND?

I’ve long wanted to write and share my thoughts on the terminal Cancer of Elite Rule…it just always seems to be rather useless! Every day in every way, instead of our Species getting “better and better” we are bombarded with Propaganda in every media source, old and new, to make us afraid, Very Afraid. Its long been the adage of “bad guys”, from Bible times to old Westerns and Wall Street Wolves and their Bankster Gangsters, “If you can’t get them to join you by appealing to their greed and need, dominate them by fear.” Remember that? … use to be a “moral” lesson we learned so as not to fall into such insipid slavery. “NOW GREED IS GOD”, yes, “God”, not just GOOD! Wow!

Such a turn in the Human consciousness requires a phenomenon that we of the non-elite almost never share…until now. What could possibly have changed so dramatically and quickly to take a healthy man, woman and child from the joy of doing “right” by themselves, their families and their neighbors to trembling in fear with their doors locked; electronic surveillance watching every entrance with touch ready monitoring of their humble abode filled with generations of treasure and maybe a child or pet or two? What causes normal people not in a war zone (there are still many of us) to close our drapes and peek “outside” our windows at who is on the street or what is happening in the house whose drapes aren’t closed; trembling in what once was the anticipation of coming together with friends and family and neighbors in good humor and sharing? Now we are filled with anxiety and a sense of threat from every house, of every person who dares to think of themselves as FREE and not subject to others’ judgement, especially our own, we “observers”. Wondering how they deem themselves to be so FREE that they are actually “out in the streets”; taking walks with their children, dogs or pushing infants in strollers or carrying signs declaring our Humanity and Compassion? And “OMG” they don’t LOOK LIKE US! Whatever the hell that ever meant, since we are each unique and wondrously original and in FACT, NO BODY LOOKS LIKE YOU OR ME!! Except of course the proverbial Identical Twins…and such twins just look like one another!

What indeed…causes a person to monitor another’s resources so closely as to be able and even willing to report their neighbor if asked by the Water District or “Home Inspectors” (who come in many guises of Authority) to do so? What “motivates” any individual to pick up a phone intimating wrongdoing on another’s part, to talk to an absolute stranger about the personal goings on of someone that could be known to them for decades or not at all?

When’s the last time you heard and saw children playing outside of their own fenced-in backyards, all a twitter with joy and activity, sweet squeals of delight or feigned fright? Now I hear screams, not squeals, and real fear, not pretend and I cannot see the injured to tend to their fear, for all are injured, adults and children. Mostly I wonder at the ice cream truck! As an American capitalist well indoctrinated, I wonder how long we’ll have that corny old music playing as the driver comes up our street, after all there are no more children bustling out of their front doors with hard earned allowances in hand, excitedly positioning themselves to insure they are to get their favorite treat. I have seen one child, held onto as if in bondage by one parent with dollars in hand. Where is the joy?

Where indeed? We are assured of a significantly shortened life span along with the generations now in our care. Stress kills. What is the cause of our melancholy lives, our anxious, depressed children….?

What indeed? Even if you do choose the once comfortable stance of following Authority, you are convinced everyone is watching you as well, or perhaps you deem yourself the only one who can really rout out any “suspected…….” just fill in the blank, water waster to terrorist or any fearful troll you may imagine. But then, if by some miracle, reason still persists, you have to question your own judgement on occasion. Do you really know? Could anyone know that about you? Likely not. Or perhaps you are one who walks in the world Freely, with kindness and charity; what then do you do when you have been “found out” and “reported” by the neighbor who still has your tools or your Tupperware? How do you deal with being Free and yet enslaved by the agenda of another enslaved by Phantom Fear? Either way, where is the Joy? What happened to us?

What indeed……? Have you wondered? What indeed…. has sucked out the life generating Joy that once was our way of Life, our way of caring for each other and ourselves, of trusting strangers and Policemen…..?

What indeed?! Our stories have always told us that it is love and kindness; tolerance and intelligence that drives individuals to advancement and thereby the society they form… you know; contribution, cooperation….PEACE AND LOVE BOUND BY REASON!

by “Nobody” living on the Isle of Cyclops

“When most people ‘hit a brick wall’, they turn left, Poets turn Write.” ‘Nobody’, living on the Isle of Cyclops

For so long a time, years now, Pain has been My Closest Companion.
I’ve not been able to “Fight” Pain; or Pray, Cry or Demand it to “Be Gone!”
Finally! I’ve Accepted it for this moment, and the next….
as my Closest and most Faithful Companion.

I Could Banish Pain. I Would Banish it, even the Cause of it!
…I Cannot..so we’ve become Friends of Necessity.
Comrades of Suffering, Ever Present with one another.

Do you think me Insane to accept such a “Terrible Alliance”?
No, I am not. Not any longer, now I’ve given up the Fruitless Battle.

You see, there is much Goodness that could End my Pain and it’s Cause.
Yet, Woe am I to live in a Society where Only the Rich can Own and Claim such Goodness….. For Themselves…

….and They only Share on a Whim of Self Gratification called PROFIT.

 

A Poet

“An enslaved human, on behalf of their Enslaver asks, “Is it LEGAL?”                                     A Free Human with Natural Compassionate response  to Suffering asks, “Is it RIGHT!?”  Anonymous; paraphrased by ‘Nobody’ living on the Isle of Cyclops

Pol Pot and Hitler – The Fools Who Shape History

Link directly to this article in: “disorderedworld” Knowledge That Can Change the World here: http://disorderedworld.com/2015/04/18/pol-pot-and-hitler-the-fools-who-shape-history/

This is an IMPORTANT READ!

 

Pol Pot and Hitler – The Fools Who Shape History.

“The story of Warsaw and Phnom Penh is not simply a tale of two cities. It is potentially the fate of every city on earth.”

Green Scare: Animal Rights Activists Face Terrorism Charges for Freeing Minks from Fur Farm | Democracy Now!

Green Scare: Animal Rights Activists Face Terrorism Charges for Freeing Minks from Fur Farm | Democracy Now!.

The government has unveiled federal terrorism charges against two animal rights activists accused of helping to free minks and foxes from fur farms in rural Illinois. In newly unsealed indictments, the prosecutors accuse Tyler Lang and Kevin Olliff of freeing about 2,000 mink from their cages on a fur farm and then removing parts of the fence surrounding the property so the mink could escape. The activists are also accused of spray-painting “Liberation is Love” on the farm’s walls. Lang and Olliff have been indicted under the controversial Animal Enterprise Terrorism Act (AETA), with each count carrying a maximum penalty of five years in prison and a $250,000 fine. We are joined by reporter Will Potter, who covers animal rights and environmental issues at GreenIstheNewRed.com. “It really doesn’t matter how you feel about animal rights groups or about these alleged crimes of stealing animals,” Potter says of the AETA, which he argues is too broad while criminalizing protests and civil disobedience. “This is really about a corporate campaign to demonize their opposition and to use terrorism resources to shut down a movement.” Potter also discusses his wildly successful Kickstarter campaign to purchase a drone for use in photographing abuses at factory farms.

 

To view the program and/or read the transcript please follow the link above. Or go to DemocracyNow.org

 

Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg Quoted by digby

Re-Posted from HULLABALOO

 

RuthBaderGinsburg
RuthBaderGinsburg (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

 

QOTD: Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg

by digby

 

Official portrait of Supreme Court Justice Rut...
Official portrait of Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Congress approached the 2006 reauthorization of the VRA
with great care and seriousness. The same cannot be said of the Court’s
opinion today. The Court makes no genuine attempt to engage with the
massive legislative record that Congress assembled. Instead, it relies
on increases in voter registration and turnout as if that were the whole
story. See supra, at 18–19. Without even identifying a standard of
review
, the Court dismissively brushes off arguments based on “data from
the record,” and declines to enter the “debat[e about] what [the]
record shows” … One would expect more from an opinion striking at the
heart of the Nation’s signal piece of civil-rights legislation.”

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#PTSD Awareness Month/ Tribute and Poetry Offering

Scared child
Scared child (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It is June, 2013, and #PTSDAwarenessMonth.  One would think everyone would know about Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome by now….after all, we’ve been at War for over 10 years and counting.  We’ve been at war a lot longer than we knew as the history of our Nation’s secret wars are still coming to light and our leaders reckless disregard for human life is front and center everyday in Independent Free Media.  #PTSD is not the exclusive realm of those brutalized by war, fighting it or victim of it, it is now the property of every human being alive.  The unthinkable losses that are being felt from Globalization of corrupt and irresponsible Corporate entities (in the United States we call them “Citizens”) and their Political cronies have reached into the depths of every society and tribe in the world.  With Co2 reaching 400 ppms, the glaciers melting at breakneck speed, which is very fast for glaciers, and the added threat of annihilation of all life on Earth, we know in our hearts that the intentional slaughter of everything from indigenous Peoples to wolves, whales, dolphins and food sources around the world is doom for not just their species, but our own.

And there is War, un-winnable, perpetual WAR.  The remarkable stupidity of the World’s ruling elite is dizzying, and it is left up to those of us who have always been nothing more than fodder for that small segment of Society to come together with more than demands, but action of our own to aid one another in slowing the demise of our beloved and only home, Mother Earth.  Yet, we are War Weary, we are lost in the demise of a Society that was doomed before it ever had the chance to fulfill it’s promises to itself let alone to our Children.  That is for another entry, another “Poem”, another ” Soul Offering”.

It is June, 2013, and #PTSD Awareness Month.  I place the hash tag for the benefit of my Twitter friends who are the ones who made me aware of this Month’s focus, and for your use, so you may be made aware of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.  For an epidemic disorder, little is known about it, even by those who suffer this devastating result of life in the realm of the Ruling Elite, of Patriarchal Autocrats.  Perhaps this offering can touch some of you who, like us all, know we are alone in the Society imagined in our collective consciousness, but are all to numerous in the reality of the Society that is. For others, it’s a depth of isolation that you will not be able to touch in your Spirit, but perhaps your heart will cry out at the outrage of such profound, lifelong suffering.

    THE WOLF

Here I am again, suffering….

The pain in spirit befuddles my mind,
thoughts of my actions, humiliation, not humility
fear not confidence,  shame not forgiveness

Turning and turning the offending behaviour in my mind’s eye

stabbing my heart and my pride

fear of loss….

time in anguish sensing some great loss

What Loss?

Why does this hurt so deeply?

Oh, Loss, the Fourth Step

All fear comes from fear of loss…
Loss of What?
In my pain, I cannot guess or think or imagine

The picture of myself, in those moments of unconscious behaviour
Oh, that painful, humiliating act by mouth or movement…
What loss????

It is only me, looking at myself, wondering how on earth
Did I Not Know Better!?!?
Was I tired? sick? in pain? or just crazy again?  Again…
Again caught in the insidious web of my own insanity, so far removed…

Fear of Loss?
The loss of myself, Again….
This fragile mind so secure in its propriety, its found sanity…
How dare it raise its head in public!!??!!

Oh, the struggle to rest, to sleep.
My incriminating shame tearing at my consciousness as a wolf devours its prey,
blood dripping and bones gnawed….
such a fate preferred over this suffering.

No, this is not new…this is my companion, the bane of my life….

But I have not time now.  I must face the world of people again, Oh, No!
Please! Please don’t let me slip into that same place!
Not now! Please! I could not bear it so soon again!

Oh, must I go, must I do anything  but sit here, lay there,
pace where there is space to do so….
If this pain could bring tears, I would cry, I cannot.
If this pain could be healed, I would run to the Healer, I will not.
If this pain could be coddled, I would crawl into the arms of….?
but who can comfort me?  None, none here, none now.

I can’t forgive myself, as the images torment my mind and my heart and my spirit.
I can’t see anything but my ignorance.
I dare not think too long on how others must have perceived me,
to do so fills me with dread and impending doom,
permeating my whole being, causing a collapse in and out of myself

I have become ill, debilitated with this pain, fear
fear of loss…. of what?

I cannot find a place of acceptance for myself
there is no where for me to go with this nightmare
I must wash it from within……how?
By knowing what the fear is, the loss is?

Coming face to face with my own ignorance is not a bad thing….
fertile ground for Spiritual growth…
but me, I just fall into the darkness, face to face with my Black Wolf.
We stare at each other…once again…sizing up
Who will be victor this time?

I am hopeful of a full recovery, for as the pain works within me
I shed, once again, more of my ignorance…
Now knowing my fear….
That “I” should  be victor,
My loss….
That my Wolf would not….

Copyright  2008 by JD Adam
All rights retained by Author.  The Wolf may be freely copied and freely  distributed without request as long as this copyright notice remains in place.

An American Girl

Today is Memorial Day, to salute our fallen so...
Today is Memorial Day, to salute our fallen soldiers from all wars. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

An American Girl

It’s better.

It doesn’t hurt so much to see it now.

It is better…

as it waves– hello– goodbye.

Moving… always in motion,

here… where the incessant wind blows.

It will never mean all it once did to me

when it was hurled high, unfurling as it rose.

I, standing at attention, my little hand raised in salute.

My heart racing, quietly screaming,

“I’m free, see, I’m free!

It is better,

constantly moving on the wind.

My heart aches less at the shame we’ve allowed;

as the one time symbol of my and the world’s

personal freedom hope and pride dances with the wind.

Changed; I now know that only a People

can make a little girl’s heart move

to salute and cry out, “See, see my Flag?!  See?!  I’m Free!  I’m Free!”

Only a People who are not blown by any wind.

Only a People ever vigilant of little girls’ freedoms…..

Copyright  2008 by JD Adam
All rights retained by Author.  An American Girl may be freely copied and freely distributed without request as long as this copyright notice remains in place.

 

 

Election Morning, November 6th, 2010, United States of America

“I would not have you ignorant…”

6:30 am, November 6th, 2012, Election Day in the US of A!  Our work is just beginning, no matter what mess comes from the re-Publican war on Democracy and Families.

 

The 1% want it all, and will take it all, if we continue to allow it.  Yet, now, with Occupy and what’s left of Progressive organizations that have been and continue to battle this Criminal Elite, they will not be able to turn to the Supreme Court and just be handed a “victory” like George and Dick were.  It won’t happen in that way this time.  It will be quite a bit more messy and dangerous, as both sides realize we are fighting for the right to survive.  The problem is, in order for the 99% to have a right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, it has become abundantly clear that the ruling elite cannot have the power of influence, property and money they have enjoyed traditionally for thousands of years in our human history.  They are anachronisms in this 21st Century and their time is no more…

 

Yes, we have a not so civil war in America.  The rulers, as usual, have corrupted each other and the nation with every form of unethical and amoral practice and attitude.  We are not the barbarians of their ilk; we don’t have that possibility living down here in the valley with people who do have morals, ethics and belief systems of community pride, mutual welfare, and love for one another.  That is a good self check for Americans, our communities, friends and families.  The 1% on the other hand, have “yes people”, and no stops, but for US.

 

Whatever gigantic looking obstacles the 1% and their allies have in store for us with this election we have United Nation poll watchers and an activated base, if not undying loyalty to President Obama, certainly undying loyalty to all the Americans who died for exactly what we here at home are now in a life and death struggle to achieve, a more perfect union and a future for ourselves and our children.

 

Whatever happens from here on out, we know that we have a major battle in front of us.  Folks don’t give up what they believe is rightfully theirs, even if it does belong to those taking it back!

 

We must fight with the firm belief that indeed we are fighting to secure American Democracy right here in our own land!  Unlike so many of our children who have come to understand that they have NOT been fighting for Mom, Dad, Sis, and Bro, or even the American People and our Democratic values but for a greedy, criminal class who can not be satiated.

 

I stand ready for service in every way I am able and trust that each one of us will ultimately refuse to give up our struggling and wonderful American Democracy.

 

The elite know they cannot have continued success in a Democracy.  They know if they crush us, we will be willing to work for slave wages and conditions, along side our pregnant daughters and young sons.  Too ill, too victimized to fight even for a crust of bread….     Yes, my Fellow Americans, we are a third world nation…..now, being awake, it is not too late to reverse the tide, no matter what dirty tricks these 1%er’s have in store!

 

One last point, for every woman who cast a vote for re-Publicans, I curse you and your off-spring to 7 generations of service to the desperately poor women and girls of America.  (I hope we have 7 more generations, no thanks to you.)

 

Thank you, and good work to us all!