Category Archives: Awakening/Shift

The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin’ In The Wind…

It seems like politics has practically become a form of religious zealotry with all the mud-slinging, name-calling and vitriol being tossed around! Think how much good could be done for the world if all that negative energy were instead transmuted into positive energy and channeled into everything in the world, society, “the system” that we know needs some fixing?

“All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.” – Edmund Burke

Reserving our ire for only the figureheads of the myriad ills of our nation is worse than useless. What are we personally doing on a day-to-day basis to remove the scourges of racism, sexism, human exploitation/trafficking, abuse, homelessness, hunger and rotting infrastructure, environmental destruction? Petty squabbling and name-calling like children? Not too sure that’d be effective.

Mahatma Gandhi, Mother Theresa, MLK Jr., JFK, Harriet Tubman, Susan B. Anthony, Clara Barton, Elizabeth Blackwell, Joan Baez, William Wilberforce, Nelly Bly, Rosa Parks, Cesar Chavez, Erin Brockovich, the Standing Rock Water Protectors and so many others were not special snowflakes. They saw the injustices right there in front of them, they rolled up their sleeves and they waded right in, whether it was by use of their occupation, their voice, their pen, their pulpit, placing their body as a blockade, or their outpouring of compassion for their fellow human beings, they certainly made a difference in the world around them with reverberations that are still felt today and which will continue to be felt for generations to come.

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“With Malice Toward None, With Charity For All…”

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The only real thing that matters is that now, even more than ever, we should treat everyone with love, respect and kindness.
 
Basing our treatment of others upon which politician they’ve chosen to swallow the propaganda of, doesn’t do much for generating the positive energy needed to move forward in spite of the political machinery that profits from blocking all progress that does not favor its oligarchical masters.
 
There’s no guarantee that any politician will keep their campaign promises once they’ve gotten elected and now have access to the lobbyist gravytrain. It’s rather like the cliche (sorry, fellas!   ) teenage boy who promises to love and respect a girl if she’ll sleep with him, and the next day she finds that he’s bragged all over school about how ‘easy’ she was and was just another notch on his bedpost. Between the corporate-sponsored political propaganda and cult-like vitriol for any other than their chosen “savior”, people give their power over to these political demi-gods they’ve built up with their worship.
 
We tend to forget that in day-to-day, feet-on-the-ground living, it’s us that make the difference. We are the ones we have been waiting for. We are the ones who march against Monsanto, we are the ones tweeting and fb’ing love over hate, we are the ones passing along the mainstream-media-ignored news of Standing Rock, we are the ones with the real power to make the change, and it doesn’t matter what political idiot occupies the corporate-owned throne in Wash D.C. There’s more of us than there are of them, and with a will and a heart for spreading love, respect and kindness for all, we can make the changes needed for the ills that pervade society, no longer waiting for “elected” “representatives” to save us and do it for us, because they just won’t.
 
Enough time and energy and effort has been siphoned away by this political farce, from the folks who make the *real* changes in the fabric of our society. We don’t need the politicians, we never did. Everything we need to effect real and lasting change is within us. WE are our own saviors and we are the ones we have been waiting for. We just have to uproot ourselves from our complacency and comfort zones and step out there and commit random acts of kindness and senseless acts of beauty, and liberally slather on a heaping serving of love, respect and kindness for all.
 
We are the universe made manifest and we are made of starstuff.  We have much more power than we realize and too many make their living off of trying to hoodwink us that that is not so and that somehow we need them. The truth is that we don’t need them, they are a non-functional, obsolete, antiquated relic of the past. We’ve grown beyond the dubious ‘security blanket’ of “elected” “leaders”.
 
There are now, more than ever, so many of us waking up and coming into our own power to sculpt the future into what our hearts know to be true. “With Malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right…let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation’s wounds.” – Abraham Lincoln
 
Love. Respect. Kindness.
No more waiting.
Our time has come and we are mighty.  

Common-Sense Diplomacy

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Had an interesting dream last night. I was a Counter-Terrorist Diplomatic Consultant for some alphabet agency and we were meeting in a ‘situation’ room to discuss the latest hot ‘threat’ and what to do about it.  In this case, it was a Native American man that had just been released from prison that he felt he had been unjustly incarcerated in, he had incendiary devices and guns and was planning to do something at a specific location, according to intel.

So there were all these highly-educated, highly-trained (and highly-paid) agents making a plan, and the best they could come up with was getting a SWAT team down there to take the man out. (as in demised, not out on a date)

Frankly, I was gobsmacked by this ‘genius’ idea and spoke up: “Uh…did anyone even begin to consider just sending someone in, unarmed to have a talk with the fella? Giving him a good listen and letting him vent, get whatever’s bothering him off his chest? Finding out if maybe he had a legitimate grievance and working out a plan with him to address or fix it, if so?”

Nope. Never crossed their minds.

“It’s too risky!” they bleated fearfully.

Cue massive eye-roll here.

“Uh-huh, and that’s why you have me here. I’ll do it. Give me a few minutes to assemble my own team and we’ll get to work. The rest of you stay back and stay quiet, and under no circumstances is ANYONE to do anything even vaguely threatening! Got it?!”

So then I assembled my team, which seemed to consist of a racially-diverse small group of guys in superhero spandex outfits. Our newbie member was very excited about his green satin cape.

Well, the Native American was also pretty impressed by the cape and touched that we were actually trying to listen to him so he vented his heart out and my team agreed to help him address his grievances and see that true justice was done and then we invited him to join our team.  We strolled out of the building with him, strolled on by the police perimeter, amiably chatting with each other as that alphabet agency had its collective jaw hitting the ground.

Mission accomplished. 😀

Then the dream switched to another scenario.

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This time I was called in because our country had done something nasty to Japan and Japan had just found out about it and were planning to declare war, and our country had decided to do a pre-emptive strike. My opinion was asked on the best way to go about doing that.

As in the first part of the dream, I was absolutely stunned by this monumental show of collective idiocy.

“Uh…did anyone even begin to consider just sending someone in, unarmed to to their Embassy to have a talk with them? Give them a good listen and let them vent, get whatever’s bothering them off their chest? If they have a legitimate grievance – which in this case they do – maybe work out a plan with them to address or fix it?”

Oh, it’s too risky, it might incite them to…war…which they were already incited to…hmm.  Oh, and our country would lose face if we actually admitted we’d done something wrong, and trying to apologize would be as good as admitting we’d done something wrong, they might ask for reparations or something. The excuses for avoiding responsibility went on and on.

“Tough cookies, folks, we did wrong and we’re going to suck it up and give them a chance to vent about it and then we’re going to apologize sincerely and do our best to make it up to them!”

So I got all dressed up (no superhero spandex this time) and party-crashed a fancy shindig that was being held at the embassy with a team of unarmed diplomatic agents.  The Japanese government reps were well aware that we were there but everyone was ignoring us, no eye-contact, as if we didn’t exist.  Some agents complained to me that they couldn’t get any of the Japanese contingent to even talk to them, so how could they get anything accomplished here?

I told them that if we got angry over being cold-shouldered, or tried to push the matter, they could justify that we’d acted first to start a war (as if our original crime against them wasn’t enough already) and they were in the clear about responding with force.

“Ok, let them humiliate, embarrass, ignore and shun us to their hearts content, it might make them feel better. We’re not going to whine about it or print any retaliatory stories in the media, we’re going to take it and show sympathy and remorse for what they’re going through – we’re going to put THEIR feelings first!”  So that’s what we did, giving the Japanese ample opportunity to snicker at us being ignored.

The next day, I went back to the embassy with a couple other agents to apologize and hear the Japanese reps out. They vented quite a bit and we admitted our government had been in the wrong and asked what they wanted in the way of reparations.  They were stunned. They’d expected us to respond with threats of world war and other retaliations to pre-emptively strike at them, not us showing up apologetic and taking responsibility to make things right when we’d done wrong.

They said they wanted a public unconditional apology printed in the media, and for us to send people over to Japan to repair any damage done to their infrastructure by our actions and to pay any bills for folks that had gotten hurt.  We agreed and war was averted.

Mission accomplished.

The guys back at the alphabet agency were shocked that my plan had worked and that we’d avoided world war so “simply”.

Wow. SMH sooooo much!

Greenfolk of the Forest Dreams

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Had a dream a few nights ago, (the night before we moved to our new apartment which has a nice little forest out back).

The green man image (the kind people put in their gardens and on doors) appeared to me, he was a dark forest green. I felt he was trying to communicate to me that I didn’t need to worry about one of my daughters’ future (she has frustration and anger issues, she’s only 9), that he had an eye on her and would try to help take care of her and he was trying to reassure me that by the time she reached adulthood, she would be just fine. I felt relieved. Then I woke up.

Forests represent safe haven to me, and I feel great longing to be in or near them. Occasionally, over the years I’ve had a number of dreams of forest folk appearing to me and offering advice and comfort, even when I was a child.

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