Embracing the Universe

when we see peace, we give praise.
when we see violence, we wage peace.

words eye have lived by.

~*~

we have a Giant soul.
very big feet, for our very big shoes.
we are vision from a different Angle,
we bring to the world an enlarged perspective.

We See More.
when we look at OurSelves, We See More.
We See Everything!
when we Look at the World, we see Everything.
The Entire Universe, in a drop of Water.

when you ask a prayer from what is now Named god,
you are asking the universe, the part of it within you,
to allow you a Possibility.

Anything is possible.

we are the universe, and the universe is us.
we Are the World, and the world is in us.

what we do for Ourselves, we do For the world.
what we do for the world, we have done for eachother.

we see others a a lens
a Lens through wich we see the universe,
a lens through wich we see ourselves.
we see ourselves as the universal lens.
we are not different at all, "you" and "I".
we are in many places, yes.
we can clearly see everything.
yes, we embody seporate physical forms,
that does not change any of this,
for we are all made of stars.

~*~

When We see that the World does not agree with Us,
first we look to OurSelves, and We see two things.
We all have two I's, after all.

We may see that We do not agree with OurSelves,
that from a wider perspective, more than a singular perspective,
Perhaps we even begin to see OurSelves from a Universal perspective -
We can choose not to do again what We have done in the past.
We all have that choice.

when We see Peace, we Give Praise.
when We see violence, we Wage Peace.

when We see that the World does not agree with Us,
first we look to OurSelves, and we see two things.
We do have two I's, after all.

When we look at the world from a wider perspective,
from the Universal Perspective,
and We see that we do agree with OurSelves,
and We see that the World does not agree with Us,
We see two things.

We see people,
and we see Ideas.

What We believe about Ideas,
is that you can not force
a Person
to believe in an Idea
that we are not allowed to Change.

when We see People,
hurting other People,
because of an Idea,
that we are not allowed to Change,
We do not see a fault in the People,
We see a fault in the Idea
and the belief that we can not Change.

when we see peace, we Give Praise.
when we see violence, we Wage Peace.

~*~

If we see a part of the world doing harm to another part of the world,
our universal perspective Demands that We Wage Peace.

We may find ourselves in strange company by doing so.
We may find ourselves embracing People,
People who have ideas about the World
that we Universally do not agree with.
we may find OurSleves
in mind or in body,
in distant parts of the world,
distant parts of the human experience,
embracing and defending the existence
of people we may not agree with,
knowing that their ideas about the Universe
have been formed in a very strange, often brutal World.

when We see peace, we Give Praise.
when We see violence, we Wage Peace.



~*~

Waging Peace to the face of War

woke up this morning to angry voices-

I never heard Sir yes Sir, though the feeling was exactly just that tone.

secure in the delirium of sleep and the warm arms of a lover, for a time I was too calm to find any of this disruption a discomfort. I did not rise instantly to restore the serenity - it took a lot of yelling over the next two hours to disturb that sort of peace.

as the noise from our bed receded, the war chant across the block continued. The space I inhabit is very close to the Campus Naval Academy, so it was not too a far stretch to imagine the source and justify my lack of immediate response to the conflict. However, as this racket carried on for the next few hours, faculties of reason began to question why on earth this should be happening.

I admit, it was a good time before it clicked on me that this was a war chant.
I was Hearing that the noise was too close for comfort.
I was Hearing that it could not possibly be from the parade grounds on campus,
I was Hearing that these boys were conducting a war, a war on my block.
I wanted to push back.

I scouted around, not knowing the exact location of the sound. When I found them, They were getting their first haircuts. Their leader would say something, an acronym or other command, with the idea that his charge holler back a specific response- as loud as they could without messing up their haircut.

Outside, two more recruits stood where they could yell at full pitch.

Memorization at thirty decibels.

In his dress browns, Their leader paced in and out, looking just barely out of the academy himself. When I walked in, the boys outside hadn't yelled in a few seconds. Let me say that although I stand a good measure taller than almost everyone, and by this nature seem to say even the kindest words with some amount of force.... In a warm tone, I calmly asked if they were the source to all this racket.

Knowing that this was a position he would have to defend, his response was to explain his orders. After the Marine stumbled through a sentence worth of words, I intervened, with a slicing gesture of my hand, and explained that I would not be having a war zone on my block. his attempts at defending the orders, repeated in a variety of flavors, were all met with the same reply -

I would not be having this war on this block.

I made it clear he could say whatever he pleased, but that the noise would be stopping. Some small debate as to the noise ordinance, or his possession of official permission was entertained, and I made it clear that he could stop or I could call the cops. in my words, I said that it was not necessary to yell in order to conduct a haircut, that they were disturbing my peace, and that they could take their war elsewhere, it was not welcome here.

Thankfully, after just one more call and response, The noise of the conflict was ended. The the commands and obedience training continued, however it was brought to a volume that was easily contained by the barbershop walls.

I feel compelled to note that in writing this down, It seems easy to embellish my own dominance of the moment and forgo the details of how that action was also soft in its strength.

This I inform you of, as a reader, on this Day, I feel honorable in my actions both against the War Machine, and in favor of the people and the souls who inhabit the roles within that machine. It is possible to do both at the same moment.

I encourage you to believe that this is a viable way to wage your own peace.

The story does not end here.

Land of the thief, home of the slave

Ah,
The name of this song is uncle sam goddamn
It's a show tune but the show ain't been written for it yet.
We're gonna see if tony Jerome and the band
can maybe work this shit out for me
And straighten me out right quick
I like it so far man

Yeah

Come on, let's go

Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grand imperial guard where
the dollar is sacred and proud

Let's do this shit for real, come on now

Smoke and mirrors, stripes and stars
Stollen for the cross in the name of God
Bloodshed, genocide, rape and fraud
Written to the pages of the law, good lord

The cold continent latch key child
Ran away one day and started acting foul
King of where the wild things are, daddy's proud
Cause the roman empire done passed it down

Imported and tortured the work force
They never healed the wounds or shook the curse off
Now the grown up Goliath nation
Holdin open auditions for the part of David, can you feel?

Nothing can save you, you question the rain
You get rushed in and chained up
fists raised but I must be insane
Cause I can't figure a single goddamn way to change it

Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is God

Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is God

All must bow to the fat and lazy
The fuck you obey me and
why do they hate me, who me?
Only two generations away from
the Worlds most despicable slavery trade

Pioneered so many ways to degrade a human being
That it can't be changed to this day
Legacy so ingrained in the way that we think
We don't only need chains to be slaves

Lord it's a shameful display
The overseers even got raped along the way
Cause the children can't escape from the pain
And they're born with the pores
and this hatred in their veins

Try and separate a man from his soul
You'll only strengthen him and lose your own
Well shoot that fucker if he walk near the throne
Remind him that this is my home (now i'm gone)

Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is god

Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred

Hold up, gimme one right here, hold up

You don't give money to the bums
On the corner with a sign, bleeding from their gums
Talking much, you don't support a crackhead
What you think happens to the money from yo' taxes

Shit the governments an addict
With a billion dollar a week kill brown people habit
And even if you ain't on the front line
When the master yell crunch time you right back at it

You ain't look at how you hustling backwards
And the end of the year add up what they subtracted
3 outta twelve months your salary
Paid for that madness, man that's sadness

What's left get a big ass plasma
To see where they made Dan Rather point the damn camera
Only approved questions get answered
Now stand your ass up for that national anthem

Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is God

Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is God

[instrumental break]

Custom made, the consumer news

Keep saying we're free
But we're all just blue (x3)

Custom made, the consumer news
Keep saying we're free
But we're all just blue

honest Abe

"As a nation we began by declaring that all men are created
equal. We now practically read it .all men are created equal
except Negroes. When the Know-Nothings get control, it will
read all men are created equal except Negroes, foreigners and
Catholics. When it comes to this, I shall prefer emigrating to
some country where they make no pretense of loving liberty."

Imagine it's 3:00 in the morning, and drizzling rain. America comes home to a quiet empty house and finds this handwritten letter on the kitchen table:


Dear America,

This is going to be hard for both of us. I don't know how to leave you but I have to. You've changed. You don't see it. It's all secrets and lies and spying on me and you can't even talk about what you've done in the neighborhood -- you just get pissed off when I ask. You come home with blood on your clothes all the time, like that's normal.

Back in the beginning you said so many amazing things about freedom and self-determination and human rights. I believed all that shit. I still do. If you meant it, then you understand, it applies to me too. I want my freedom. I know you'll try to stop me and maybe hurt me. Pretty sad, that's the only game you got left. You could kill me I guess. You could shoot at me and laugh because it makes my body jump and my heart go up in my throat. That's not the same as changing my mind. You're the one who taught my mind to be strong.

When I'm on my own, I'm going to be who I thought you were.

I'll see you around,
Cascadia

One Original Thought is worth 1000 Meaningless Quotes.

Nothing in the world is more common than unsuccessful people with talent,
leave the house before you find something worth staying in for.

We can’t do anything to change the world until capitalism crumbles. In the meantime we should all go shopping to console ourselves.

As far as I can tell the only thing worth looking at in most museums of art is all the schoolgirls on daytrips with the art departments.

All artists are willing to suffer for their work. But why are so few prepared to learn to draw?

People who get up early in the morning cause war, death and famine.

When the time comes to leave, just walk away quietly and don’t make any fuss.

Farm'n out

oregon Soil Co./ Vermiculture

skinner City Farm

“[The Garden] was never mine-and not just because someone else held the title. I have known for a long time that its role was to be a public place. It could never be just a private farm, or someone’s personal retreat back to the land. Instead, this farm has provided a way for people to reclaim a connection to one of the most important and intimate acts: growing the food that they and their children eat. Over the course of a few generations, most people have given that power away to distant farms. They let this vital process take place out of sight, losing the pleasures and the connections that come with it. We cannot all go back to the land, but we can provide something of the land to everyone.”