Update on the Condition of Our Mutuality Condition

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Balance and common sense are two attributes of critical thinking. If something is tittering on the edge, I find it helpful to back pedal and evaluate from as objective stance as I can muster. My gut also resonates with caca – as caca. This ‘gut’ response stems from a memorialized body of personal experiences, not some spiritual basis. At times, as we know, if one is mindful, our awareness shifts laterally rather than upward. I accept such as a broadening of my own understanding about human nature, yours and mine.

Yet, while I can observe madness and sense its germs in the ‘air’, my normal action is to back away slowly – to disengage and detach. I am not exactly overtly repelled, it is more like a smoking red flag drops on the field of vision. Sure, sometimes these are red herrings – I am not God.

Time is important. It is a gift for the unsure, the unseen, and the unknown to become more evident. Sobriety, is at the core of this modus operandi. Certainly, our vision is clouded when under the influence.

Grief is a railing rug of discontent and it surfaces with its own will and power. Over the last two years, I learned how to let the pain of anxiety separation (death of my soul mate) to gently harmonize rather than over stigmatize my perspective. Further, our human world is so screwed up at this juncture I find it helpful to find a retreat for my being – being one with this wild place is my on-going panacea. Nature is soothing and replenishes.

#Creativity is more than the expression of one’s interior reality or vision of the exterior. Being artsy (I am writer) allows us to purge the sticky stinky stuff and realign the innards of our psyche.

As we proceed, together in social media, a sorting is occurring. How this happens, at least for me, is not significant. Knowing why this or that, is a life long pursuit, but you and I are experiencing brand new turf, here. As regards human conduct – an ethos of exchange – i prefer intelligence (be it street-wise or intense academia) to whackjobs. I seek to know the whole person, not merely the facade generated by this format. I am exceedingly fortunate, i have made authentic friends via this venue, who are turning out to be lifelong in endurance and consideration.

I have also experienced fake IDs, con artists, pan-handlers, psychotics, and other nefarious types. Is this not the nature of our species? We run the gamut of soul runts to grand beings.

If for no other reason, social media is a newfangled dangled experiment in human border-less interaction. With faith and kindness, we find each other amongst the billions on-line. This for me, is one more proof how magnificent is the scheme of life.

If you muck around in the polluted end of the pool, you either need #HASMAT attire and a strong will, or a cloaking device of many layers. Writers wear emotional Teflon garb.

#social media, #writing, #humanity, #insanity, #sobriety, #Jungian

Equality or Extinction, Your Choice

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#Equality is a precept, a value, a way of life, i have worked for such a societal concept my entire adult life not because I fancy myself some Madonna.

#Humanity is at a precipice dangling in thin air over polluted waters. We either awake from our mass addiction to consumerism and wars or we will foul our global nest to a tipping point where Earth removes us. The prevailing reality of greed, power, and bias is the dysfunctional basis for human conduct not unlike believing in false idols beamed in from Biblical times.

IF you worship things and money you become veneer to the empire’s madness. Living soulfully, in love with life, connected to the oneness in nature and each other, is how we are meant to move up the mountain. Distractions of shiny objects are fool’s gold.

The mettle of who you are and who I am is measured by our creativity, wisdom, and compassion. If we conduct ourselves with kindness true to our integrated self our legacy is relevancy, not the ‘stuff’ we pass along in wills. I write because this is who I am. I garden because this is who I am. I rant about freedom because I continue to hold up the petard of justice for life not just mankind.

I am the widow on the hill ensconced in a mission to make a difference, yet I know full well it is a fool’s errand. When you choose a path of too much resistance, the only way through is to sprout wings or learn how to drive heavy equipment.

 

#love #life #equality #compassion #extinction

#Innovation in Seeking #Employment – Greenie Philistines in the Garden

  • Your comment is awaiting moderation (aye, but there are other sections in the matrix to publish).Public speaking and interview expertise are one and the same. #Media spin doctors make up and twist what is not there to enhance their own numbers of readers.

    One of the reasons I have yet to work for green candidates is I am an eco-image maker (even though my ankles are semi-duck tapped to writing my current novel my Arab {horse} is saddled). Integrity, ethics, values, and fire in the belly do not necessarily go hand in hand with astute compelling public rhetoric.

    Any in-tuned politico can be trained to articulate and answer with straightforward responses colored with self-deprivation and the spice of humor. The goal is to heart-connect the ethical candidate/public servant to their audience (not the choir), be it in an interview with a snarky journo, a live rally, or a taped promo.

    The camera reveals truth to an audience, if both the speaker and the listeners are intelligent and mindful. Policies and concepts really need to be explained in sound bites, staged, and disseminated for education and maxi effect.

    Unfortunately, it seems the collective consciousness of the Greens is to think learning the trade (yes, it is craft) how to reach the many is some kind of bad valueless idea. This is self and party sabotage.

    If #NatalieBennett spent time with a pro image maker she would learn how to brilliantly and simply articulate the ethical message to attract rather than promote the green philosophy for the greater good for civil society. There is no substitute for kindly political strategists and accomplished supporters who can help to translate the meek into the publicly strong and revered.

    The #GreenParty, no matter where it is sited, must begin to accept a working global premise of political success – that delivering compelling elegance in an honest pro-Earth pro-humanity message, while upfront, are not exclusives to each other.

    Vociferous political leadership in women, no matter country or culture, is normally slammed as strident in nature instead of what the creme is – smarty pants in skirts telling it like it is. This is a corrupt paradigm of public perception (via the status quo) where women are assigned to public ‘awareness’ as either whores or mothers (madonna). This false narrowness is driven by piddle stream media circus performers directed themselves to reach for the lowest common denominator to generate hoopla for their corporate masters.

    The trick is not to manufacture a Manchurian candidate, rather take the enormous pool of compassion inside an intelligent emerging Green politico and shine it in to the world with clarity hobbled to thine own self be true glimmer.

    Now, I do not know Natalie personally, nor the operatives of the English or Welsh Green Party or those dedicated souls of the Scottish Green Party, but I am more than willing to help.

    Why volunteer? Earth is screaming. Our species is in the final moments of the 59th minute.

    We either stop the rigged game and move up the mountain banded together by love of life and integrity, or Homo sapiens is excused from the planet. How do I know? I operate a bird observatory, plus I listen and learn with a honed watchfulness.

    Wildlife and wild places recorded in scientific field data provide a horrific measure of what our species is doing to ourselves and other living things. We all share one orbiting remarkable blue marble.

    You and I must extinguish the ruler’s myth of separation, end the economics of dirty oil and nukes, and at the same time no longer make machines for wars. Hope is not a dreamscape peopled by do-gooders banging their chests and tin cups.

    If the leaders of the Greens conduct themselves in perpetual solidarity (no matter what) standing behind the best and the brightest spokesmen and spokeswomen, the shift would turn into a revolution, and maybe a new religion.

    This is the ancient lurking nature of humankind during massive societal change – we make sacred what saves us from ourselves. A fresh faith (read political/economic/environmental reality) based on oneness and compassion in the body politic is mandatory. An inherent understanding that our finest human role on Earth is to be gentle stewards of this paradise knowing to our core we are one with all life, this is lofty – yet, I yammer this heart-set is the only viable way out of the empire’s morass of madness.

    http://bright-green.org/green-movement/8-thoughts-on-the-natalie-bennett-interviews/#comment-17143

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    The above was, natch, tweaked before I added it h/w as a blog post. Aye, writers are meddlers when it comes to our works. #Hemingway was a genius exception to our body of enabling our selves weirdos. Papa was obsessive going in the other direction – he would take a day sometimes to write the perfected paragraph when his communication was finally offered so succinct his style became creative writing professor’s holy grail of published authorship.

    One more personal peeling confession, my waning intellectual belt has not one carved notch from taking one single class dedicated to learning how to write like a novelist or short story-teller or poet. I am unsure if this is a good thing to tell ya, as being a wee lean on the proper tools maybe a turn off. Be fast assured post grad school, I was trained by AP and Rich McGlinchey (Sonoma County Office of Public Information) to write to journo AP/UPI style both for print and broadcast.

    The muckraker investigative screw you establishment tone and tenor of my writing is genetics. Ranting 101 was completed during a disgusting assignment to cover the Guatemalan killing wars where the CIA and its murdering thugs via a planned genocide offed 225,000 Mayans from the Guatemala and Chiapas, Mexico, highlands. Coincidentally, this same sick to the gut insanity is were Amy Goodman (Democracy Now!) started her career in investigative reportage.

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    Aye, I am volunteering my puny skills encircled in a gooey heart to ANY Green Party candidate, campaign, or news source. Like most of my funky efforts, it is highly unlikely any will take me up on the offer. In the future, maybe my spongy brain will devise an enchanting way to charm the Greenies other than writing too long comments one quasi-cleverly morphs into a blog?

    Addendum:

    “Natalie Bennett is the leader of the Green Party of England and Wales.

    She was born on February 10th, 1966 in Sydney, Australia and moved to the UK in 1999.

    A journalist by trade, she’s a former editor of Guardian Weekly, and has also written for the Independent and the Times.

    She joined the Green Party in 2006 and stood unsuccessfully for a seat on Camden Council in 2006 and 2010. She was the internal communications coordinator on the party’s national executive from 2007 to 2011.

    Bennett stood for parliament in Holborn and St Pancras in 2010, but came fourth. She was also on the list of candidates for the London Assembly elections in 2012, but was unsuccessful.

    She’s standing again for the Holborn and St Pancras in the forthcoming General Election.” http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/who-natalie-bennett-biography-policies-5226860

    Holy crapola! Natalie was a journo and the mopiece for the party. The Greens are in deeper doodoo than I first perceived. Thank you, John Mollins, for acting as my fact checker.

Fedbook Pulled a Fast One -Dragons at the Gate of #Internet Privacy

Friday, the 13th, 2015, meant my profile on Fedbook (#Facebook) was demanded by the social media site to become something other than a personal page. I selected #PubicFigure and so began a nightmare. I cannot get beyond the window for admin to go to my public figure page and work. Beyond frustrating, as I have lost connections with friends with some wondering via other methods of cyber contact what the h is happening. I dunno. This is so wrong of FB. If I have been hacked they need to have a far better system to deal with such crap. I must have reached some kind of bot threshold – 5,000 friends with 300+ followers and i was forced to choose another venue. Remember, BE Macomber is my pen name, I have published under it for over thirty years. I am assuming public figures are individuals who have alternative names because they are actors, entertainers, performers, journalists, musicians, composers, news anchors, media heroes, exotic dancers, cross-dressers, writers, authors, and maybe folks who prefer to create alternative ID in social media because they are victims of stalking, and other madness.

I could type fongool here 1,000 times and not accurately relay my frustration at FB. I hope they are being sued for such stupidity because this is driven by the surveillance state. We are not going to be allowed to operate in social media unless we use our passport names? How is that going to work? Common sense is usurped by the guidelines of the corporatocracy rather than the reality of living life as a creative or having been subjected to a personal horror show by nut jobs.

Dragons at the gate serve a definitive purpose in an office situation to thwart assaults and what we use to label – office crashers (uninvited salesman, unhappy former spouses, and dangerous whackos). Gatekeepers in American medical treatment are another form of oppression. Here on FB they are inappropriate and counterproductive in social media.

My pen name is who I am in the public forum. My private passport name with its inserted microchip into it is not available for FB or any other website no matter if meta in subscribers or the NSA.

Get off my cloud, and treat me, and you, with the respect guaranteed by the US Constitution. You cannot be held longer than 72-hours in #America, unless you are a labeled a possible #terrorist, then your life is strangled into no due process of law and no chance of retribution.

#9/11 changed us into a military economy and a #surveillance state. Now, we can bend over and take it up the arse, or we can stand tall and tell them to go f themselves. I will fight until the last breath I exhale for the right to protect my sources, my pen name, and my privacy.

If #FB continues to intrude upon privacy, then it too shall be made accountable.

#Facebook #Twitter #SocialMedi #IDtheft #Suveillancestate #WikiLeaks #Anonymous

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Looking Ahead Beyond Our Built-in Bias

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One of the mandates of human life is to live on this planet realizing human rights for every being plus enacting Earth rights to protect our spinning nest. We are one species on one planet. It is disconcerting to see how polarized we are considering we have been in this evolving DNA format for 1.2 million years. Ok, so discount the last 100,000 years and review the focus on the last 20,000.

We must edit out the rage and bias of our species. The myth of separation must not rule the way we organize ourselves. Oneness is not merely a trip on a heavy psychedelic. Oneness is how we survive. Knowing we are one with all living things including the big orbiting blue ball is the magical key.

I am unsure if our species is going to make it. Technology is moving at such a clip, the bots may organize and turn against the flesh ones (us) as if in a sci-fi flick?

In the 9th century AD, the Chinese discovered gun powder looking for an immortality elixir. Moving along in 1996, Dolly the sheep, was cloned from a mammary cell. I provide these two moments in human ‘development’ as parallel tools. The first one allowed us to murder each other from afar. The second is up for discussion.

Futurists are predicting in twenty years we will no longer age because technology grows exponentially, not in a linear fashion. It took 4,000 years to go from the abacus to the iPad but we will soon have something as far ahead as the iPad to the abacus. Soon, we will be able to solve all problems that are fundamentally technical.

If you can live a few more years, there is a real chance you will never die, since mortality may be just a technical problem we solve. What my genius bro called the advent of applied technology as the foundation for human evolution.

The huge question is will we survive long enough in our war states to to be freed from the scourges of mankind?

Obviously, once we are finally freed from dirty oil, not only will our climate stabilize but war would probably end. Once secure getting ALL our power from sources that are safe and sustainable the fiat monetary system would drop dead in its tracks along with empires built on control of liquid gold (oil) as it will become worthless.

Everyone’s genomes will be sequenced to access personalized medical treatments. Our health will be measured by home or in the field devices, yet maintaining the human touch in practicing medicine.

Human love will alter within the next decade because of the global-wide ability to communicate via social media. We will see more people who are in love but do not share a domicile. Though definitely couples, these people are tied to different places because of job or family or maybe because they love where they live (read moi). Maybe we will see people going back and forth between assisted living facilities?

Driver-less cars are just about to become real – Apple and Tesla are cutting a deal. In the meantime we are moving away from a purchase economy. We will subscribe to access rather than buy possessions. This is another nail to the coffin of the empire’s methodology of keeping us down on the plantation. We become subscribers rather than consumers.

A new religion could emerge based around the environment. I sense this is a budding mandala.

Digital technology is the solvent leaching the glue out of our global structure – including shaking our belief system to the core.

You and I contribute to this metamorphosis each time we interact in the matrix making each one of us a pioneer in the growth of our humanity. If you prefer to get hung up in bias and hard-ons, you are going to be ignored by the rest of us yammering for truth preferring to use this venue/too to push toward universal human rights.

Now, either get with the program of free thinking and evolutionary technology or crawl back into your cave and keep . . .

Source: From the Editor, Firsts, National Geographical Mag, January 2015 issue.

Why Celebrate Love?

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Happiness is not an emotional high, joy is, though. To live a grand life in a small way is my preference. I prefer a smaller footprint with finely done details where the ambiance and the love exudes from the space integrated between the outside and the inside. Beauty, classic or break through, is living life as art.

When I had too much I seemed to have far too little time to actually be still of heart and soak in the wonders. Now, my life is far different. Monkeys wake me up and keep me company while I sip my coffee sitting on the veranda watching the world live in peace and oneness. I no longer have to answer to a schedule or someone’s demands. Romance is not present, and like most writer’s romance is ingrained in my boohoo spirit. Yet, time fractally heals. The selection of a life partner is God’s handiwork. My responsibility is to be me, true to myself, and accept nothing less in another.

The noise of contemporary life is fraught with derailments and obligations. Here at Finca Vigia, my existence is simple not because my options are limited, rather as a defender of Earth for decades on sabbatical. Today the plan is once removed from the action of social policy. Yes, I miss the inter-dynamics, at times, but I am never bored. How could one be in the revealing resonating rainforest so alive and fertile?

My fantasies continue and I maintain life is wondrous even though I witnessed too much of the god awful crap we do to each other and this planet. There are an ever increasing number of human shit storms and body politic disgusting events. Somehow, my life is in contrast awesome in its serenity and exploratory Sufi perspective.

Security is an inside job with God taking the splinters and applying salve to soothe. I learned to ask for a higher power’s help and this was a meta-change for this fat ego.

Relevancy is what all creatives seek. We may not admit it to ourselves let alone others. Too many who are not of the creative bent perceive we are hungry for affirmation. This is a shallow viewpoint by those who have not grown enough to seek life as art or are trapped in ugly spirals of inner bounds and fascist shackles.

What I want is to continue to be happy, to make a difference for the greater good, and to leave behind a legacy of compassion. Lofty goals for this aging kid from Napa Valley yet doable if nothing else because I one determined woman.

Wholistic far reaching solutions for strung out human life – prevalent across the planet – is beyond my realm of activities. I am a merely a writer. I use to be a realistic painter/illustrator. I was a damn good small businesswoman. I continue to muck around in politics, but as an observer no longer a participant or needing the podium. The magnitude of being a journo is on the grassy down slope.

My attractions are to poetry, kindness, mindfulness, gentleness, music, peace, dark penetrating eyes, wild places, wild creatures, the cosmos, flowers, sweet scents, clear waters, and the peace sign. Truth is relative and certainly vastly interpreted through individualistic lens.

Last fall, especially October, was a wall banger – the first anniversary of my husband’s memorial. This Valentine’s Day, a second anniversary as a widow, I will not be along side a lover as a treasure chest of a compassionate brilliant man. It will be okay. Affection flows in the air – unseen – yet vibrant. What was, will be again with different lighting and probably additional modifications to the furniture arrangement.

I wish you, one and all, a Valentine’s Day of red hearts and chocolates with bouquets of long stem roses and perfumes of jasmine. Now, go out and procure what you need for your loved one, because I am here to inform you such a manifested living love can disappear in an instant.

#valentine’sday #love #widowhood #peace #lifeasart

#WikiLeaks as Proto-type

Screen shot 2015-02-07 at 7.02.19 PMWhen you are willing to loudly and publicly stand up for justice and human rights plus provide a venue for so-called govt. and corporate secrets by publishing them for the world to make independent evaluations the empire’s lies swirling in your influence are meta.

‪#‎JulianAssange‬ appears to be a man with trenchlike levels of contrarian conviction and authentic bravado. He also exhibits a similar ‘snarky-ness’ not unlike my own and not unique to those who prefer investigative meals rather than spooned mushy pablum. Clearly, many wrongly perceive Assange for something he is not – as in traitor, blow heart, etc. For me, I read his stuff and wonder how can we clone this guy.

I am not a hacker. I interviewed hackers and wannabes. Nerds exist in an alternative universe to the one I fill my days with here at Finca Vigia. They are creatures of remarkable detailed obsession who when inner directed for the greater good are the new warriors of, for, and by the people. Anonymous is not a faked techno fanstasy lot looking to primarily get laid, no matter what the piddle stream media yammers.

In the future, our humanity may merge with technology fostering another species. This race of humanoids-to-be could be under development today with prototypes appearing on the horizon of our puny awareness. I dunno. Conventional wisdom is a lost cause. We must get off our dime today – and I am not speaking figuratively.

If I ever have an opportunity to consort with Julian Assange, I will be neither covertly impressed nor overtly intimidated. Rather, I will listen, ask questions, and observe with respect but not undue reverence. The confidence of peaceniks is a river run deep with compassion. We wear cloaks of resistance as we abhor the liars and their stooge like water boys and girls. Our global social media society of concern knows no boundaries to cultural tolerance or personification of creativity. Without hyperbole but an abundance of synecdoche the synchronicity of living in the nowscape provides fertile soil to furrow a interdependence not until now made possible.

Assange is the hub of a infrastructure of consciousness so challenging few see the waterwheel turning let alone hear the power inherent in it.

Over my lifetime those who would seek to push my buttons ranted I am difficult. This naked lunch reality seems obvious, because I refuse to bend over and take a narrow view let alone let suppression and mindlessness rule as a way of life, or work, or play.

Mindfulness grants one a lighted kindness and a beating brave heart with a magnetic meter to like-kind others. I do not brag I possess same. I am merely a scribe who writes to tear down the walls of madness. As to a political replacement in the form of organized society, I find all methodologies on the table wanting. To this issue is what I would ask Assange to address.

He is a manicured futurist who has invested his life in moving up the mountain to catch the best view, for himself, and for you and me. A vision with no war machines, or brutality, or crying kids in terror, or blown-up homes. Possibly this is part of the collective evolution we may need to integrate to move forward heralding a gentle world view before peace can be heard at full volume. Smarty pants elders note the invisible writing in the putrid colored clouds and the dying tale of the birds, starfish, and marine mammals. What we need is a reboot to avenge the madness with a fresh way of living free, while cleverly not screwing over Earth and ourselves.

With this in mind, I would ask Julian to define and delineate his vision and plans for the future of our species. For me, innovation and apparitions are not fanciful enthusiasms. From a common sensible person with original ideas about what the future will or could be like is putting in motion the manifestation.

“Assange considers law suit against UK Deputy Prime Minister
Friday February 6, 16:30 GMT
I have instructed my legal team to examine whether the Deputy Prime Minister, Nick Clegg should be sued for defamation. Nick Clegg falsely stated to the media yesterday, in comments that were widely reported, that I had been “charged” with an offence. I have not been charged or indicted, in this country or in Sweden as the Supreme Court of the United Kingdom clearly states (on its website, no less). This is partly why so many people are outraged, including the fifty nine legal rights groups who have complained to the United Nations in the last six months alone. The UK Parliament changed its law last year to make extradition without charge unlawful. It is time Clegg got with the program. The program is called the Magna Carta. It states that detaining people without charge is wrong. Perhaps he would like to read it before engaging in another attempt at government.”

by Julian Assange
Source: WikiLeaks