lokgita

2009-04-09T14:16:00.000-07:00

I have heard from christians and muslims that there are no terrorists that belong to their religion. Likewise from Hindus. The mind has the ability to believe what we want to see. To make an absolute statement as there is NO Hindu terrorism is not likely to be true unless we start doing the same dance the christo-islamists do, viz: those guys aren’t true christians, those guys don’t really hate the west, those guys are misrepresented in the press… Everyone who knows history understands these statements are lies, self denial, rationalizations, or frank delusions.

A deeper understanding is:
there is a certain probability that is innate in our genes to actions of benefit and actions of harm.

there is a certain probability that is innate in our psychological character, that is partially organic and partially circumstantial, to actions of benefit and actions of harm.

there is a certain freedom of choice as to acting on innate tendencies v tendencies we adopt through ideology.

The sum of these tendencies cause a certain interpretation of reality and thus an action.

(A more hindu terminology would be: we are given a nature that we are born with- satva/rajas/tamas mix, we are given a local sphere of knowledge - karma / prarabdha karma, and we are given the moment to chose to act in based on our understanding of reality - ishtadevata/paramatma.)

Now let us take that the statistical distribution of innate nature is likely equal to the majority (have to exclude handicaps, etc) of humans (I don’t really believe that as I believe in Karma but it is a good starting point). We can then measure the effect of the combination of the local environment and the person’s choices by looking for differences in behavior of individuals across societies (known as sociology). Within societies of equal opportunity we can then ask what is the effect on behavior of ideologies.

If we find no difference statistically, then the ideologies don’t matter.
If we find a difference we can postulate on why.

If we compare societies, we can also gain a perspective on the effect of ideology as ideology does reflect the social backdrop but we have to be more cautious (account for economic factors, dictators, etc) but we can draw similar conclusions.

I believe that if we do this we find Hindus and Buddhists are way out of line with the christo-islamists - in the positive side for Hindus and Buddhists. That is not to believe that there is no Hindu terrorism (or perhaps in your perspective terrorism in the name of Hindus) (and other factors can and should be looked at: having family values, divorce rates, spouse abuse rates, value to education, ecologic responsibility…)but rather that the likelihood of a Hindu being a terrorist is far less than a christian or muslim being a terrorist given the same genetic and socioeconomic factors. We could conclude that this is a restraint on Hindus (man is bad and religion helps to control that) or that this is a restraint on the christo-islamists (man is good until brainwashed into doing bad). I would choose the second interpretation and this then compels us to address the brainwashing

The World Rescue Mission

2008-10-01T15:45:00.000-07:00

“Fellow representatives of the World Rescue Mission, today, we are about to set out on a mission unparallelled in human history. Since the beginning of recorded time, man has looked to the stars for answers to questions about life on earth. Little did the primitives, nor, may I say have I, consider the possibility that opens itself up to us now. For two centuries our sciences have reduced us to mere heisenbergal atoms, hence it was impossible to practically enter communication with non-terrestrial entities. Thus, to the great dismay of biophiles when, with the rapid development of psychic phenomologic studies in this century, our planet learned of a telepathic distress signal originating from Alpha Prima in the galactic center.

As you know, the signal accelerated research into space/time travel, as well as psychic phenomenon. Five years ago the reductionism of the research sciences coalessed with the psychic. The psychical mystics developed the new Unitary Theory of Consciousness and Matter under Dr. Puther Karma. Dr. Karma’s theories have allowed us to communicate directly with the trapped beings, but more to Dr. Karma’s credit we are standing before a psychophysical transport vehicle, which will carry us, along with arms, soldiers, and our knowledge, to the rescue of the Kials – those sending the distress call.

The arms are on board and the soldiers are boarding now. Soon we, the staff of researchers and psychics will board our own. Dr. Karma as mission commander.

We should pause to reflect that many years ago, the primitives landed on a dead moon, today the moon is a launch pad for interplanetary vehicles. In the time that it takes a conventional ship 5 light seconds to reach mars from that pad, we shall have reached the Kial space base. This is the accomplishment of Dr. Karma and his psychic research team.”

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Puth Karma said to his miliatary commander, “Something is not quite complete here Jeanne. It doesn’t fit. I’m getting a major psychic deviation around Alpha Prima. There’s more than the Kial there.”

“Of course, Puth. Their attackers would be there.”

“No, this isn’t hostile, the deviation is morally mental. Also, if we’re dealing with pyschicly progressed species then their enemies would be psychically progressed as well. If they haven’t developed a psychic blocker, the enemy itself would be transmitting once it picked up Kial messages emanating just the opposite or something to confuse us.”

“Maybe this ‘something’ you feel is the confusion.”

“But that would be more obvious. I think I’m the only one who feels this. The Kial are transmitting to everyone with any semblance of psychic ability. The ‘good guys’ are working on mass appeal while the so called ‘bad guys’ are working on just one person. No that doesn’t make sense.”

“Puther Kharma is no ‘one person’.”

“Yes, my sensitivity is the highest recorded on earth, but what I am sensing is as if the ‘enemy’ is transmitting static, never the less, they are transmitting.”

“What do you think, then?”

“I don’t know. We’re approaching at least two major species. The smaller is in a defensive posture with elements of malice, which is probably due to the presence of a hostile species. But the hostiles are of greater member and less hostile attitude. Unless the two species live close together, the signals thus overlapping, it seems that the Kial could be the attacking species except for their defensive psychic posture. But the larger group appears not to be morally neutral. I can only hope for clearer resolution as we guide the ship into the star system. With the cumulative effect of the psychics I may be able to focus better.”

“Well, Puth, you drive us there and I’ll lead the attack fleet. But you should get the ship ready and I’ll get the psychics ready. How long will the trip be?”

“For some of it will be instantaneous, others will grow old and die in the transport. The psychic displacement will cause temporal acceleration, just the opposite of a high gravity field, which would cause deceleration. The psychic shouldn’t age more than a year, they’ve been screened for that. But for your soldiers, we predict 0.05 percent will die, 3.47% will be over 80, another 0.16 percent will be insane. You’ll lose 4.61% of your soldiers.”

“Forty six thousand casualties in transport. Your statistics don’t feel very good, my friend.”

“You, Jeanne, are only a tenth level telepath. Imagine what I feel at the higher level, all the anxiety and determination of our group. Well, let’s go.”

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Telepath communication section one, this is Karma, transmit to earth: we have arrived. Commander Jeanne, get a psychophysical analysis of our positioning and all neighboring bodies. Transmit that to communicator’s sections three through five. Section three through five I want each of these spots reviewed and transmitted to me. Look for Kial and non-Kial waves. Section two, transmit general arrival and intent for rescue message, do not target.

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Commander Jeanne, Commander Karma, launch escort light speed fighters and axial p fighterss.

Commander Karma, T-C S(1), message transmitted and acknowledged. Commander Kharma, T-C S(2), message transmitted response: Kial, “Thank you for aid. We are sending escort to second planet to direct you in. Please cancel probing - your position is obvious.” Unknown source controlled transmission, “So you made it, Puther.” Enemy may have high psychic abilities.

Commander Karma, Commander Jeanne, receive visual simulator of position and physical representation. We are observing third planet sixty flight units from center of psychic mass (helios direction). P lights indicate no specific psychic activity, LS-flights only, they are hovering.

Commander Karma, T-C- S(3), unknown psychic vortexes around most asteroids of two-three planetary region, occasional vortexes in free asteroids and meteorites. Similarity of cognates cannot be determined.

Commander Karma, T-C S(4), planet two has major psychic vortexes of unknown origin. Planet (3) :minor Kial type vortexes in regular array (di-icesadial) , planet (4) Kial type and unknown vortexes, irregular array.

Commander Karma, T–C S(5), no free floating psychic vortexes, suggest Kial and enemy have jammers.

All mind linked crew members, Commander Karma, physicallize ship…Disengage mind link.

“Commander Jeanne, direct the ship towards planet two. Let’s get the fighters out.”

“Yes, sir. Estimated orbit entry time is 6.73 hours. We’ll enter orbit over the central silican deposits.”

“Very good, Sentient Lee, begin scanning for psychical messages and transmit a repeated random code.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“So, Jeanne, do believe me now that there’s more being done here than a rescue mission.”

“Yeah, really, you sure you don’t have any enemies out here, Puth?”

“The direct reference to me had to have been due to my sensitivity. They might have picked my name as an identity of the ship. But the interesting things are the controls going on here. We talked about jamming psychic frequencies on earth. We now know that both the Kial and the hostiles have gone beyond the barrier planets.”

“Wait a minute, psychic based physical phenomenon is supposed to asymptotic at that level.”

“That is true if our psychic equations apply beyond humans, we may be in over our heads. But, even the theory is wrong; we’re obviously being fed information from Kial and the unknowns. Knowing that, we don’t even know if there is a second species. I think you should warn your physical fighters of a Kial troop. Bring in the psychic p-fighters. If the enemy can control the mental transmissions to the point that we can’t get a pattern on them, they may be able to disrupt our p-fighters thought patterns. We may lose a lot of men into psychic non-existence. The LS fighters we might be able to restore, if they are not too brain damaged.”

“Do you want to change flight direction, Puth?”

“Build up to a point three light velocity. I’ll take a shuttle to planet two and you can launch me at that speed. Then stop the ship and get ready to retreat to earth if necessary. It does no good for a person who can’t swim to try and save a person drowning in deep water.”

“I’ll join you in the shuttle.”

“Good, I also want a communications telepath, a mind fighter, and your basic group of security guards. They’ve got to be volunteers; dealing with psychic forces we may all end up in one or two bodies - disoriented as hell!!”

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“Sir, I’d like to join you.”

“Very well, Lee, have your sub lieutenant take the ships mental controls as we have.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Commander, we approaching point two-five velocity.”

“All right, get the shuttle set.”

“Commander, Karma.”

“Yes? Ah, yes, Maghur, you’re a level nine fighter now?”

“Yes, sir. I would like to join the shuttle sir.”

“Of course, but I’d rather have you here. You’re the highest bred psychic next to myself, Jeanne and Lee. If it comes to a fight, the ship will need you as back up transport energy.”

“Yes sir. May I suggest however, sir, a fighter-Thagar. He was about to take the ninth level exams before the mission came up.”

“Very well, send him to the shuttle.”

“Puth, I would have thought a ninth level experienced fighter would be good here.”

“Yes, Jeanne, but you see the theory of mental engagement is a triangulating idea. The mind links combine to get at a focus. The focus punctuates space and time and an infinitismal physical point travels through space at near infinite speed. The focus has to be real though. In our trip here I was the focus. In an emergency, Lee’s man and Maghur will be the focus. Already they’ll encounter psychic friction because they have two forces. As you go towards the average psychic level of force you need more force, it recedes logryhthmically.”

“Commander”

“Yes, Lee?”

“The shuttle is ready.”

“Gentlemen.”

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“Commander! I have a mind link with the ship.”

“Shuttle, Commander Karma, enter mind link.”

Shuttle, sub-lieutenant Maghur, under attack. Brain waves scrambled-unknown attacker. Communicates sections wiped out. Am engaged in mental battle for control over ship. Enemy objective, physicallize humans and not ship. Locked in position for mental launch. Sub-lieutenant Pi, disintegrating. Massive mental casualties, enemy using depressant brain waves, soldiers committing suicide. P-fighters under control of enemy. Focusing rays on crew. Sensing jammers being placed. Not enough power to return to earth. Find Kial, they may help you. Will attempt mind link break. Good luck.”

Shuttle, Commander Karma, disengage mind link.

“The Kial are having their own trouble with the unknowns, Puth, how could they help us?”

“Jeanne, maintain course for the vortices of the unknowns. We’re supposed to meet the Kial in orbit. Set the shuttle for trajectory and then shut us down. I want it to appear as if we were in mind link with the ship when it was destroyed. Lee, scan to establish when it is destroyed. We will all enter into a negative mind link, ideally this should leave us in a null mind link. That for us, is death, so far as we know.”

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Human kind, Kial, you may enter a positive mind link now, you are among friends and we know you are alive. Two of your members are in null mind link. Please indicate proper rituals.

Kial, Lee, Commander Karma to be burned and Commander Jeanne to be burned.

Lee, Kial, you have mind melted with Franklin, security agent.

Thagan, Kial, you have mind melded with Jones, security agent.

Lee, Kial, disengage mind link.

Kial, Lee, not possible, only form of communication between us.

Lee-Thagan, Kial, negative. Disengage mind link. Lee-Thagan mind link reveals lingual communicative possibilities. Disengagement necessary for initial relations.

Lee-Thagan, Kial, Your minds have high incompatability, please disengage non-guard mind link.

Kial, Lee-Thagan, negative, must maintain human communication while in mind link with non-human minds.

Lee-Thagan, Kial, mind melts suffice. Assumptions incorrect. Kharma and Jeanne did not enter null link by error. They were mind linked when found. Further communication with Kial caused cessation. Please break mind link.

Thagan, Lee, they were at a higher level than us, we won’t take much more of this.

Lee, Thagan, I’m mind wrestling. It is necessary to have a firm communicative base, can’t give in now. Mind wrestling with dolphins without secondary human base has lead to null linkage.

Thagen, Lee, this is not mind wrestling. Am disengaging mind link.

Lee, Thagan, No!

Kial, Lee, I have disengaged with Thagan.

Kial, Thagan, How many of them are you?

Thagan, Kial, we only need four and now two.

Kial, Lee, clarify need

Lee, Kial, You and I are in mind link, Thagan and another Kial are in separate mind link.

Kial, Lee clarify reason for separation.

Lee, Kial, Thagan is a traitor to humans. Shielding brain waves. Needed to protect you from his mind.

Kial, Lee, am I alone in psychic area?

Lee, Kial, there are us. We are destroying enemy spy.

Kial, Lee, I am alone.

Lee, Kial, yes.

Kial, Lee, can I return home

Lee, Kial, no.

Kial, Lee, what do you mean?

Lee, Kial, we Kial are attacking your earth. You are the last human alive. Your ship’s mental triangulation helped to focus our psychic energies. Our people are of equal psychic levels we could not focus without friction. We used the lowest of your psychic personnel to focus on apparent zero to assymptotic barrier levels. We are conquering earth. Man is no match, we function beyond your barrier level and so we killed your Kharma and Jeanne.

Kial, Lee, no, we came to help.

Lee, Kial, you have no hope. Your mind is weakening.

Kial, Lee, No! Mind melt with Franklin!

Lee, Kial, Franklin our agent.

Kial, Lee, I…

Lee, Kial, there is no I…

Kial, Lee,,…

There is no Lee

There is only Kial

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Kial 2, Kial 1, Lee is dead.

Kial 1, Kial 2, Thagan is dead

Kial 2, Kial 1, luckily the stronger two died in transport

Kial 1, Kial 2, destroy the bodies. I’ll aim for earth, see you there.

Kial 2, Kial 1, right. Disengage mind link.

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“So long, Kial 2. Let’s see: Lee, Thagan, Karma, Jeanne, Burn one, burn two, burn three, and burn…

Kial 1, Karma-Jeanne, we are alive and you are alone against us. Mind link is under our control. Release attack plan to earth.

Karma-Jeanne, Kial 1, surprise may slow the Kial but that won’t make us controlled like you humans.

Kial 1, Karma-Jeanne, your closest ally is on earth. We have overcome the first barrier. We are if not your superior but we are your equal.

Karma-Jeanne, Kial 1, this may be so but you have not the experience of mind link manipulation. Remember you too are alone.

Kial 1, Karma-Jeanne, only in body are we as you say both separate, but together, minds occupy the same body.

Karma, Jeanne, this is too much of a strain.

Jeanne, Karma, take action 2.

Karma-Jeanne, Kial 1, you see I turn out to be the superior.

Kial 1, Kharma-Jeanne, maybe, but overconfidence leaves you open-Disengage mind-link.

“Die, Kial! If we can’t kill you with our minds we can with our lasers.”

Kial-all, Kial 1, humans alive here; nullify mind linkage…

Karma, Jeanne, How long will it take for the Kials to know that, Puth?

Jeanne, Karma, If they made it to earth, a few minutes.

Karma, Jeanne, Where are we?

Jeanne, Karma, we must be on planet two.

Karma, Jeanne, That Kial, what was he made of? It seems the chemicals were similar to us. The combination of dove’s body and human head were probably the beginnings of his control over us- depicting an angel from your mythology. Your soldiers body was a good choice over my physician, You do choose best.

Jeanne, Karma, yes, I do. Suppose we begin looking for the shuttle. I still sense a presence, its almost as distant as it was on earth which would imply it was not the Kial but I can recognize Kial scrambling now and this isn’t it. Also I’m picking up the same feeling around us, almost directly, as if we’re in the control vortex itself.

Eros

2008-09-23T11:50:00.000-07:00

Eros

“So, Eagle of Zeus that comes to feed on my liver today, what news have you of men and the Olympians?”

“Strange things, My Lord, Prometheus, for two nights Eros had run away from Psyche and only on the second day, with the help of your man, Socrates, and our daughter, Athena, did she re-find him.”

“Tell me more, my friend, as you feast, for this interests me greatly.”

“As I said, two days ago Psyche awoke to find Eros gone from their chambers. For a while she didn’t worry but later it occurred to her that he had been absent for a great deal of time. Searching throughout the earth she came upon Socrates and asked his help in finding Eros: Socrates said, “In order to find him, Psyche, we must first know his nature. From what I know, it seems that Eros may be described generally as the love of the everlasting passion of the good. Would you say this is true, Psyche?”

She replied, not to naively, “Eros has always searched for the good and what king would give up the good once he has found it?”

“None.” Socrates agreed, “Then, having determined this, we ask what would he be doing through out his life? Why, of course, he would collect what is good and hold it in his grasp so as to stop the jealous gods from taking it. He would hide his goods like any protective lover.”

“No, no.” said Psyche, shocked at the conclusion, “My Eros would never hide the good. If he had the good, he would certainly share it; for sharing good is itself a good. Unfortunately, in further defense, he seems rarely to find the good.”

“But when he does find the good, does he always share it with you?”

Psyche told him “The goods he finds some he shares with me, these are those which I can understand with my mind and the logics of which I can perceive; but others he does not tell me about. He seems to finds goods in say the bark of a tree while I only see the woodiness of the zylem. These feelings he does not share with me too often. Even when he does attempt it, he usually fails. I once felt the goodness of the warmth of the sun at dawn, but I believe he meant more than that.”

“He tells you the intellectual goodness, but not the emotional?” Socrates asked.

“Yes, that is the way of Eros and Psyche.”

“Then it seems he has found some feeling which he can not share with you. So profound, indeed, that he cannot share it with anybody. If we can determine what this is, we might find him. Would you not say, Psyche, that such a profound goodness, would be very important to him?”

“It would be illogical for it not to be,” replied Psyche, “after all, it is in his nature to love the good. He can only love more the more good.”

Socrates continued, “What would Eros hold above all things?”

“Of all things, the most logical good is truth and the knowledge of truth. So, Eros must have found a truth. Then your next question, Socrates, is where would one find the truth? The answer, of course, is in Athena’s temple. Let us hasten, Socrates, to find my Eros!”

“By all means, Psyche, let us be off!”

And so, they went to the temples of Athena and they found him not. Both Socrates and Psyche were lost at what to do. Socrates, dumbfounded at the failure of his technique, asked of Psyche, “But this is illogical, what could possibly be a higher good than truth? Psyche, what would Eros hold higher than truth?”

Here, Psyche broke down, and cried out, “Ok, Socrates, I know not! I am the wrong one to ask. This is why I have come to you! All I know is that I love Eros.”

Socrates, also unable to answer the question, seeing the unresolved state of Psyche, looked to the statue of Athena and called out “Oh, daughter of Zeus, why have you forsaken us now, when we need you most!”

“My lord, Prometheus, imagine the shock on Socrates force when Athena suddenly appeared and said that she had not forsaken them.”

“My eater, Eagle of Zeus, do not stop now! Tell me, what did the Goddess of wisdom say?”

“But first a tasty morsel of suspense, my friend.”

“Eagle, eat my liver, but not my patience!”

“Well said, well said. Well enough said. Yes, Socrates was quite aghast when Athena appeared, specially when she scorned him by saying, “Socrates, you call yourself a philosopher, a lover of wisdom, but you have forgotten that wisdom is not intellect alone. Take Psyche’s crying. Why does she cry?”

Socrates replied, “Because it makes her feel better, it does her good.”

“But, that, Socrates is illogical. She loses moisture by crying where is the good in that? Said Athena.

“It is not in the moisture, it is in the expression of her sorrow to others. No, there too, nothing is being done to resolve the problem. Then it does her no good to cry. Yet, the feeling is that if there is nothing else one can do then at least one can cry.”

“But Socrates, crying does do something. Psyche’s tears wash her of her own nature and allow Psyche to feel something foreign to the intellect. What did she say last when she cried?”

“She said, ‘All I know is that I love Eros? If I remember correctly.”

“Good. Now you say that love may be described generally as the love of the everlasting possessions of the good. Then how can Psyche love Love, itself? She can not unless love is a good in itself”

“Are you saying, Athena,” interrupted Socrates, “Love is the highest good?”

“No, no. Think! What is Psyche’s highest good?”

“Truth”

“Is truth a good in itself?”

“Of course”

“What if you know truth but can’t do anything with it? If you knew that Psyche were to die tomorrow would you not attempt to save her? Would it be good if the gods stopped you from trying, irrespective of success?”

“If the gods chose, there must be a reason, and if I have the truth then I can accept any situation.”

“You know that you will die in the future. Then why do you preserve your life?

“Because I value it.”

“But is it not foolish to value something that you will have for a very short time, since it is not yours? You say Love seeks immortality. Therefore, does not that love give value to your life? Even though the phsycial is only lent you, you seek immortality through procreation and fame. Love is the validity to life.”

“Yes, Athena. I understand. If I value my life from Love, how can I so easily give up life for truth? There seems to be a conflict between Love and truth here. Love would have me do something that Truth ridicules. What is the resolution?”

“No, Socrates. You forget, Truth ridicules the attempt to save Psyche because it is pointless. Suppose, instead, your acts could change the truth.”

Socrates was beginning to see Athena’s point and sat for a moment thinking. He concluded, “So the highest good for Eros is Free Will. But where can we find free will? Where would Eros find free will?”

Psyche finally returned from her weeping to remind the two, “I love Eros.”

Socrates, thinking aloud, said, “But where can we find free will?”

Psyche realized what had happened and cried out, “In freeing thought from superstitions and control from other sources.”

“With that, Psyche flew away and Athena returned to Olympus, My food. Socrates was left there pondering the idea of achieving free thought. Athena says that Psyche found Eros not too far from here, half starved and half dead.”

“My eater, you bring me good news.”

“Prometheus, Psyche and I come to free you. Away, eagle of Zeus, we are Eros and Psyche; and if you would have none love you, interfere with our plans.”

“You see, my eater, I am Prometheus, fore-thought. Eros learned that I give free will by defying the gods, that I can act independent of the gods if I chose. Eros was half starved because he can not exist without Psyche. Together, they have the strength to free me from the gods.

Note the words of Eros, ‘If you would have none love you, interfere with my plans.’ The only way the gods have power is through our love of them; but if you interfere, it is not our’s but your own reflected. The freedom of Love and Thought are the highest good. Of course, there is still the question of what to do with free will, but those decision and the chains that they yield are our own.”

The Case of Jack James Jonah Versus God

2008-09-17T15:10:00.002-07:00

The Case of Jack James Jonah Versus God

Excerpt from a newspaper:

Today, April 27, 1982, the renowned author Jack James Jonah, who often wrote under the pen name of Voyager duPense, after being shot in the brain, left parietal lobe, by a deluded but concerned citizen (“for the minds of my children”) died in New York City Hospital. His death will be mourned by many people throughout the world as his words dealt with the entire human race and society and the latter’s reformation and education…

I was an apprentice clerk in the law offices of Peter and Paul, prosecuting attorneys for the Celestial Supreme Court. I was their representative delivering a subpoena for the arrest of Soul Jack James Jonah. Accompanied by his defense attorney, Soul Satan, First assistant to God, I traveled down to earth and inspired the shooting mentioned above. During our ascent to the court, news of the article reached us and I heard Jonah and the great Satan speaking.

Soul Jonah said, “It’s and excellently written article, the style is complex, at points difficult to follow but always understandable by some person; some of the masses will be able to comprehend, totally, what he is saying and the educated will be confused at the praise. All in all and excellent work.”

“We know you enjoyed writing like that Jonah,” replied Satan, “that’s why we have to bring you in front of the Supreme Court. God just can’t decide what to do with you! Peter, Paul and even Mary say you should be punished for purposefully deceiving people and believing it to be in the best of intensions.”

“Well, all I was doing was trying to help people to attain a higher level of understanding and my style was a part of that. I am innocent!”

“Take my advice Jonah, never say ‘innocent’ in court, let alone in soul society. Anyway, we’re almost at court. Remember, leave everything to me.”

And so we arrived at the Celestial Supreme Court. The honorable God presiding.

God said, “Can we get on with it please, I’ve got a date next spring and its already fall since he died.”

The bailiff was about to recite his introductions when God interrupted, “I know all that! Let’s get on with it! Prosecutors, call your first witness.”

Paul rose and said, “I thank you, your honor, since it is my turn to sit in Peter’s chair, I will allow him to take the case.”

So the greatest soul that ever lived on earth, the mightiest man to seek fulfillment, so the soul of Peter ascended and spoke, “Uh, heh, Well now, uh, well, if your honor will allow, I would like to ah call ah, um, gee…”

God interrupted the great man. “Peter, sit down. Paul I command you to take over!”

Paul did take over and called Jonah’s father, Soul Timothy of the Timeyes. Paul began, “Now, Soul Timeyes, can you tell the court of the childhood of the soul you see next to Satan- Soul Jonah.”

Soul Timeyes was a white, petit, colorless soul and in his speech told why: “Me lord, me an’ the misses, we was just enjoyin’ ourselves when you done condemned us with this young’un. He awould git lost every time wese look around; why once he done slept in a bird cage for two nights. Now, we’un couldn’t figger this so’am we let him do wha’ he want. Un day, he dun begun paintin’ the wall-now our other kids, well they used to write on um but none a’ ‘em done painted it! Well any ways we took ‘im to a head doctor. He looks around Jameses head and finds a living hole in da back. Ye know wha’, all de sudden dat dum kim painted da doc’s office!- and no paint on his hands- and no canz of paint fer to hold de paint! Ye can believe I whooped em fer dat. After’n dat whoopin’ he dun settle down and grown up. Boy, I can tell ya, he dun run me an’ da misses ragged!”

This was all that Paul wanted so he thanked the gentleman and allowed Satan to ask questions. And Satan had a great many questions, and God asked him to go ahead (and if he wanted to play tennis Sunday).

Satan spoke,”Soul Timeyes, wee you ever beaten by your father?”

Timeyes responded, “Yes, sir, my boones dun get whooped a lot.”

Satan asked, “How did you feel after he ‘whooped’ you?”

“Well, I was angry.”

“Did you hate your father?”

“Well, no”

God stopped him there and said, “Soul Timeyes, you can not lie in this court. We have it on excellent authority, my good friend Frued, that you did hate your father after he beat you and every night felt sick because he was with her.”

Timeyes responded, “I didn’ hate my father, by God. It was his dang duty to beat me!”

Satan came to the sinking Timeyes rescue, “Lord God, let him go on this account-it is a Monday you know.”

“Well, okay; if you say so, old boy.”

Satan continued his questioning, “Soul Timeyes, you say it was your father’s duty to beat you; was it therefore, your duty to beat Jonah?… Let it be noted on the record that the witness nods in agreement.” Suddenly, Satan erupted, “Mr. Timeyes! Did it ever occur to you that this son may have been the most creative of your children! And when he expressed that ability by painting an office without paint, without paint! You, you imbecile ‘whooped’ him into submission! No wonder that this poor Jonah grew up to write deceitfully, Because of you, yes you. Mr. Timeyes, the world is deprived of his magnificent talent. You told him his honest expression is wrong, you repressed his talent and so he repressed in his writing! No further questions G.D.”

God sneered at Timeyes as he stepped down and then continued the case, “Any more witnesses Paul?”

Paul was ready, “Your Godishness, unlike our good friend Satan implies, no man can influence the creative ability of a great man, thus we must conclude that Soul Jonah is responsible for his own works, having settled that, I would like to call, as witness Voyager du Pense.”

This was shocking, Paul was calling up a non-God creation, no one could expect anything from a fictitious character, In a similar trial for another writer, a character called Billy Budd was called up to testify for Soul Herman Meville. Budd was an excellent witness and explained that logic of Melville, but he spoke in Melville’s style and God, Peter, Paul, and even Satan were thoroughly convinced that Melville used his style to deceive the non-educated; overwhelm the semi-educated, and win over the supra-educated; the charge was made-creating a non understandable work with intent to do malice- Melville was condemned to the worst punishment available.

The week being over, and all the souls present at the trial completely baffled, Satan asked, and was granted, by God, a recess.

The next week the trial continued. After conjuring up Voyager du Pense, Paul began.”Monsieur du Pense, can you tell us of your greatest adventure?”

M. du Pense thought for a while the spoke.”My greatest adventure must be my analysis of my creator’s life; if you will allow, I do not mean his life but his ancestry. It began with; it is a long story…”

God was quick to say, “Well just gives us the highlights, we don’t have eternity you know.”

“If you wish, your honor,” continued du Pense, “There are five of his father’s I would like to mention: Sophocles, Dante, Shakespeare, Melville, and Camus…”

The list was amazing! Each and all of these men were once before the same court; and only two had escaped the supreme punishment: Sophocles because he wrote to the common in the vulgar tongue and Camus because he cared nothing of the decision. Some say that Melville was an incarnation of Shakespeare who was an incarnation of Dante! Imagine the shock we had when they were brought up again.

Du Pense continued, “My creator was a superfluous, excellent mixture of these, his character types came from Sophocles, he took lengthy plots from Dante, uncountable allusions from Shakespeare, he used Melville’s masterful style, and finally Camus’ simplicity.”

Another shock wave was felt in the court room, even Paul had to catch his breath. Whispers could be heard, “atrocious, disgusting…snot headed, pathetic creature!” they were saying. God had to call order in the court.

He said, “I know we are all astonished by this thing’s testimony, and we are shocked that such a combination could be made, but we must, and you will grin and bear it.”

We all swallowed our disgust and waited for Du Pense to continue.

“In the plot, which my creator had me go through, one of extreme length, he was proud to state in the seventy-five page preface that it was longer than the combined Old. New, and Renewed Testament, I would go through the lives of all of his predecessors, from Moses to Camus and then through his own life and make conclusions along the way- all of it, of course, in his great grand uncle, H.G. Wells’ time ship…”

“Just the highlight, M. duPense.” Said God

“Sorry sir.” He replied, “Well, I remember meeting Sophocles…”

“That will be all, M. du Pense,” said Paul, thus saving us from that disgusting style. “Your witness, Satan.” Concluded Paul.

Soul Satan was thinking full speed. Electric charge accumulated and discharged from his horns, his trident was aflame with resistance; and then the whole of Satan relaxed, and he asked, “How long have you known the defendant?”

“Since he began the crime of writing,”

“The soul is not guilty til so proven Mister du Pense.”

“He certainly is you see…”

“Do you think that a creation can understand its creator?” interposed Satan.

“That was another one of my adventures where I, though…”

God interrupted, “Give it up Satan, you’ve met your match.”

He replied, “Yes, my lord.”

Paul then told the court that he neither had nor had any need for further evidence. It was Satan’s turn.

“Your honor, the defense would like to call Soul Jack James Jonah’s wife, Eve of the good house of Fidelity.”

God delivered the expected speech, “Soul Satan, you know how difficult it is to bring up somebody who is still alive; thus I’ll have to ask you to reconsider.”

Satan was enraged, “Your honor, the soul, the life even, of a man is at question, we must call her up if only for the sake of justice! In your name, in your own conscience, can you condemn a man you know is not even aware of his fate!”

God, tired and weary, surrendered, “All right, all right Satan, get her.”

And so she was brought to the Celestial Supreme Court, Satan began, “Now Eve, do you love your husband?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, can you tell the court why?”

“Well, sir, he is the most honest, most handsome, most loving husband a wife could have. You know I asked him what a sentence of his meant. And he told me, oh what a darling. ‘Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, dear.’ Another time I asked how I could get better than I was, he told me to leave everything to him.” She sighed and was lost in her dream world.

Satan took over, “Such a man as to take the responsibility of others was also crucified by the people he tried to enlighten, my lord. No further questions.”

Paul was on his feet, “Eve, do you remember that sentence you couldn’t understand?”

“Oh, no I don’t sir.”

“Would you, if you heard it again?”

“I do believe I would.”

“Then see if this is it; ‘It was a drab, dark, misty night when I had a run in with the dead blind, ogish man, a phantom, a phantasmagoric, supercilious, brethren of mine lay, cold as a gutter rat of the rattae mammillae species, in the solemn, over cool, vicious night of bewitched darkness, in which Pluto, King of Hades, would not dare to even think, to use that gift that Athena had bestowed upon us, of coming into.’”

“Why yes, I do believe it is!”

We were amazed, there was no doubt of the verdict.

“No further questions, God.” Ended Paul.

Satan was at Trident’s end. He called the Soul Jack James Jonah.

Jonah had kept silent throughout the proceedings, now he would try to redeem himself.

“Jonah, why do you write as you do?”

“Well, Mr. Satan, as my pen name said, I had adapted myself to the writings of great authors-one he didn’t mention was Steinbeck, who was instrumental in my plots and style. When I had trouble understanding these great writers, I thought that writing was for the supra-educated and the under-educated really didn’t mean mush so, I just wrote as complex as…”

Satan himself was shocked, the soul admitted to his crime, in the presence of God! Satan shouted, “Stop! Your honor, please no further questions.”

God asked Paul and Peter if they had any questions, but both smiled and said no.

God recessed the hearing, “Next week, gentlemen, you will give final arguments; it’s really a tough case. I hope that you will clarify things next week. I also hope you consider the seriousness of the case and meet me on the tennis court Saturday; we’ll hit a few humans around. Court’s adjourned.”

And so we come to today. Satan had been arguing for about twenty hours and is just surmising:

“At last we come to the final decision, and the final question: Is this soul to be condemned for a crime he had no idea he committed! Yes, he wrote to simply write over the heads of people, but this is a natural tendency of his race. It his through no fault of his, his heritage condemned him to write as he does. He is, in fact, an addict; an addict to complexity, he suffers a fever, which orders him to write beyond the comprehension of men, he is your common writer! Certainly he tries to out-write the brains of men, that is his duty, his moral obligation to his species! If not for him there would be people completely self-satisfied, there would be no discontentedness. How dare we, the content, condemn them to our fates! This man kept them in their place!! He should not be condemned but rewarded for his excellent, confusing writing ability! No! Not just him but all writers should be thusly, equally rewarded for the confusion they cause! Melville should not have been condemned, he should be praised amongst the greatest of minds, of master confusers!…Thankyou.”

God, now in a hurry because his date, whom he called Gypsy Rose, had just walked in, asked Paul to make his statement brief. And so Paul gave his arguments as God watched Gypsy.

“My esteemed colleague has an extraordinary ability to shift facts of truth to facts of falsehood. Take for example his statement that Jonah was self-sacrificed enough not to explain the meaning of a sentence to his wife. Furthermore, he declares the man a hero! I deny it! The man purposefully, knowingly, led millions of people to confusion- to the ultimate loss of personality. He and his like engross thereby by ridiculing the very humanity of man! What right do writers have to suppress, to clutter the minds of people with their own ignorance. I may condemn this man to…”

“Thank you Paul,” interrupted an impatient God, “you’ve said tha one sentence you need… Now, Soul Jack James Jonah, do you have anything to say?”

“I, … I am innocent.”

Satan yelled, the rest of us laughed to high heaven, we couldn’t handle the foolishness of the statement. Satan sat shaking his head.

After a second or so God called us to order, he had decided.

“Soul Jack James Jonah, by decision of me, you are found guilty of the purposeful confusion and thereby perversion of the minds of the vulgar. What punishment do you feel fits your situation?”

“Your honor, I am a simple, though my writings, as you have decided, may be complex, only because they are the best styles, do I now stand condemned, as though I were not a hung man, merely dangling, I have the fascinating choice between fall and deceasement, a choice which I am sure Voyager du Pense would be interested in…”

“Since you will punish yourself, I’ll do it. You are condemned to ten lives as a writer and expert on Herman Melville.”

“No, please, God, no! Not Herman Melville, please any other person, please…”

“Furthermore, you will share a cell with Soul John Steinbeck as he discourses about his books. Court is adjourned.”

So the case finally did end. Like Melville, Jonah lost- he sat there crying for help from his fate-one almost equal to Melville. One could almost say Moby Dick liked neither of the two. Let this be a warning to all writers, when Satan’s your attorney, your ‘devil’s advocate’, be ready to act simple.

“Clerk.”

“Yes, Soul Satan?”

“Your case is next, let’s go.”

Saturn

2008-09-17T15:10:00.001-07:00

Saturn

“Chamus base I.D. we have notification of a run-a-way approaching the martian asteroid belt. Jupiter tracking stations suggest impact on Saturn. Please intercept or advise.”

“Saturn tracking, this is Chamus base 10, we have received your message, please advise nature of run-a-way.”

“Passenger ship having received unknown amount of damage. Entered military zone previous to run-a-way status, engaged in battle. We are uncertain if the ship is military in nature. Hold… Security center recommends possibility of a x-z bomb, they may have picked up unprocessed fuel at the base. Annihilation must be out of orbit. Please direct immediate attention.

“Chamus base 10, this is Saturn Security we are now a code red. This is not a drill. Moon fields are to be generated immediately. Activate anti-war head phasers. Α-Ω bombs set to maximum planetary damage.”

“Saturn security, please advise of Uranus response to Code Red.”

‘Chamus base 10, this is a Code Red. You must follow set procedures. Communications shut down effective immediately.”

“Security, respond!, respond! Damn!” The commander of Chamus military depot turned to his advisors. It had began, the final war., “Code Red, gentlemen, proceed. Air borne dipatch one squadron to intercept the passenger vehicle-you understand-no survivors.” Since the early days on Eos to the cohabitation of Saturn men had fought wars. Some to destroy enemies, some to gain profit, some to prove their point. Always men had died and children had perished without love. It was the insanity of men to find dignity in the slaughter of families. I have always known this, even when entering the military. At first I had sought merely to hold my own financially through the service but, oddly, I had enjoyed it enough to pursue it further till I was in charge of the Chamus base defense system. But then I had thought that there would be no war. There had been accidents in the past, but in 5 Saturn years no one had died from a nuclear device, civilian or military. No one would be silly enough to start a nuclear war. Yet here I am. The button was pushed. I will be locked in the center of Chamus forever unless the doors were released by a Green order from Saturn. My family is dead. No, no bombs have fallen. I would have known, but I’ll never see them again, I will never have grandchildren.

Why! Why! Damn the communicative silence. It wasn’t the run-a-way that will be dealt with too easily, but why. The talks had been going well. The Uranian government was becoming more favorable to rejoining our forces. The joint mission to Venus had been a great success. Students were exchanged everyday. The political prisoners had been released. Why had the Uranian’s done this to their planet! To our planets! I’m a soldier; I’ve learned that when an enemy kills you, you must kill him before you die. I must destroy Uranus for Saturn too is dead. I must make sure Uranus pays for this; “Communication officers, are we set?”

“Nuclear missiles armed and ready.”

“Aerial bomb prepared for launch.”

“Moon shields 100%.”

“Chamus planetary shields 70% No contact with the other shields yet.”

“Civilian population alerted, shelters open.”

“Satellite telescopes on screens one through sixteen.”

“Ground telescopes on screens seventeen through fifty.”

“Ground cameras functional, infra-red feed on screen fifty one, all sectors functional.”

The ultimate state of readiness. All of my men know the routine. All I have to do is wait.

“Chamus planetary shields at 100%, contact made with other shields. Energy flow indicates all planetary shields are joined. Saturn is sealed.”

They’re waiting now. It’ll be me or my first mate that will call the order. But they need to wait for me, thirty seconds. Thirty seconds to die for life or to live for death. I’m a soldier, I die that others may live; I live that others may die. Especially those that would hurt Saturn. I must live to make sure they die, “Air borne launch! Interplanetary missiles launch!”

“Interplanetary missiles wave launched, defense missiles ready.”

“Airborne launched. Squadron green lost three fighters-technician errors. Squadron yellow diverted to run-a-way”

“Shields clear a window.”

“Planetary shields holding.”

“Martial law imposed. Aerial division technician found guilty of treason, terminated. Family now being questioned. Looting in sector 7 under control.”

“Satellite telescopes indicate no incoming.”

“Ground telescope identify launches. Dog fight in Quadrant ninety three, three Saturnian planes downed by unknown Saturnian pilot.”

“Ground cameras functional.”

“Ground telescope officer, identity the plane.”

“30-90-43, commander”

“Computer detonate 30-90-43”

“Voice check confirmed, 30-90-43 detonated”

“Ground telescope confirms, commander.”

“Any others?”

“Ground telescopes identifies none others, planes have cleared shield windows”

“Close shield, commander”

I rule Chamus. No one will ever question an order. There is only one order I can’t give. Code green. Damn I want to stop the war, but it’s too late. They’ve made their move. Besides Code green has to come from Saturn…

Thirty minutes have gone by. No news except the termination of the run-a-way. No signs of incomings. Planes are being tracked by satellite telescopes. No evidence of a launch from Uranus. No Green order. What’s going on? Where’s the damn war. Oh shit! We started it! Thirty minutes, they’ve just entered the visual range of Chamus. We started the fucking war! “Officers, report stats.”

“Missiles to reach Uranus in thirty minutes. Wave two to reach in forty minutes, Wave three to reach in fifty minutes, Wave four cleared windows one minute ago. Defensive missiles at ready.”

“Squadron Yellow returning to join defensive squadrons. Others approaching Uranus”

“Moon shields at 100%”

“Planetary shields at 100%.”

“No civic problems.”

“Satellite telescopes functional.”

“Ground telescopes functional.”

“Cameras functional.”

They’re getting tired. They must all have realized that we started the war. That means we’re all out. No code green until Uranus is destroyed. One hundred missiles each wave, ten waves from each moon. The fifth wave will destroy the shields. The sixth wave will kill 90% of the population. The seventh will raise the surface temperatures to 300 celsius and generate earthquakes off the scale. The eighth will begin vaporizing the surface. The ninth and tenth just to make sure. Fuck!

Sixty minutes “Officers, report status.”

“Wave two of missiles have reached Uranus. Wave seven has cleared windows. Defensive Missiles tracking incoming wave one.”

“Offensive squadrons have reached Chamus and are engaged.”

“Nothing at defensive squadron.”

“Man shields at 100%.”

“Chamus Planetary shields at 100%.”

“Civilian population unsettled. Patrols are having difficulty controlling flights. Three deaths, fighter injuries is sector eight.”

“Satellite telescopes indicate impact of waves one and two, Wave four now out of sight, wave seven entering field. Air borne engagement suggested by telescopes. Wave one of Uranus missiles identified. Estimated destination is two point seven minutes, on Saturn in twenty-eight minutes. Chamus unlikely to be hit due to position behind Saturn.”

“Ground telescopes show no problems.”

“Ground cameras confirm riots throughout civilian sectors, patrols being directed to areas of disarray”

This is it. The weak point in our tactics. To make sure they don’t know what we’re doing. There is a communication silence. Without communication we can’t coordinate our anti-missile missiles and they can’t coordinate with each other. Targets have to be precise. The various moons will end up shooting the same missiles. Hopefully only a few will get through. “Launch defense missiles! Defense squadrons prepare for enemy attack. Shields make sure you’re at full!”

“Defense missiles launched.”

“Squadrons ready for battle, sir!”

“Shields at 100%, Window’s created.”

“Shields at 100%.”

“Ground telescopes confirm launch.”

Ninety minutes, shit, “Officers, repeat status.”

“Wave four missiles has reached Uranus, Wave ten have cleared the windows. Defense missiles engaged waves one and two Uranian missiles. From wave one 12/150 struck the moon shield of Eos, 10/150 struck the Staturnian Planetary shield. 1/150 approached Chamus it was shot down by defense planes. A total of 50/150 are known to have passed the anti-missile missiles. From wave two a total of 50/150 are known to have passed through the missiles. It is estimated the Eos’ moon shield will fail when these strike it generating a ten percent deficiency in the planetary shield. They will not be able to launch all defensive missiles. Eos was able to launch all offensive missiles. Defensive missiles wave three is now approaching Uranian wave three.”

“Offensive squadron engaged in battle over Chamus, status unknown. Defensive squadrons from Saturn are taking a heavy beating.”

“I don’t want to hear about Planetary squadrons Air borne officer. Everybody is on their own, Thank you, I know.”

“Yes, commander… Defensive squadron are holding, meeting minimal attack.”

“Commander, We just lost power from Eos. The shield is dropping. Now rising. Estimation to 95% commander.”

“Moon shield officer continue report”

“Sir, Eos…”

“Continue report, officer”

“Yes, sir. Moon shields functional”

“Chamus Planetary shields at 95%”

“Civilian population getting worse. Forty deaths, two patrolman included, three hundred ninety seven injured including fifteen patrolman.”

“Is it only sectors seven and eight”

“It has spread into six and nine sir”

“Ok, telescope officer?”

“Satellite telescope on sector four lost in battle. Eos is registering direct hits. Uranus just got hit by wave four showing some shield damage. It’s moons are glowing.”

“Ground telescopes indicate occasional aerial fights, no major damage.”

“Cameras, functional show rioting in section seven.”

Eos is dead. Our home. Where our species arose from is now dead.

“Sir we just lost another 15% from planetary shields.”

“How much can be compensated?”

“We’re the only ones that aren’t being hit badly yet. We’re getting minimum support from the others. It’s to 80% but that won’t hold. Three waves sir?”

“I know, you’ve got to keep it up!”

“Yes, sir”

“Moon shield just took a blast in the southern quadrant. Shield dropping to 50%…”

“Break communication silence, alert defense squadrons.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Shields coming back up 60,70,75% stabilized. That couldn’t have been one bomb.”

“Commander take a look at section eight.”

“What is it?”

“It’s one of the moons of Uranus, watch the playback”

Why does he want me to watch this? A moon being bombarded, that’s all…Oh God! Oh God! The moon vaporized, Oh God! He’s repeating it on screen fourteen, why?

“Wasn’t that great, commander?”

“Why are you repeating it, telescope officer?”

“Sir?”

“Screen fourteen.”

“Sir!… sir, that’s one of ours.”

“Oh.”

“Commander, Planetary shield just dropped 30%. Rebuilding….I can’t do it. I’ve got back to 60%, but I can’t hold it… Commander, what do I do? Commander!”

“Commander we took another hit to the moon shield we’ve dropped down to 50,55,60% I can hold it for a while. Sir.”

“Keep it going men, we’ve got to keep it going. Another ten minutes and Uranus will be vaporized, we’ll have won!” But all of their missiles will have launched. How could they have thought we could win? No, I mustn’t say that. We can win, we will win.I must believe that.

“Captain we just lost another moon”

“Planetary shield down to 20% power drain is too much, the other moons are shutting off their supply. 10% sir!, Surces are be depleted!”

“Divert planetary shields to moo shields!.”

“Energy being diverted”

“Planetary shields to zero.”

“Moon shields up to 65,70,73%, stabilized.”

“We’ve lost another moon – just vaporized.”

“Easy telescope officer.”

(Easy shit!)

“You fucking bastard! It’s your fucking fault, you shit, you pushed the fucking red button. I’ll make sure you die before I do, you God damn fucking shit….”

The telescope officer is drawing on me. I live that others may die. I’m faster than him. Good-bye officer. “OK man get back to work.”

“We’ve lost screens three plus seven also, sir.”

“Ok, Ground telescope officer, you’re promoted to telescope officer.”

“Yes sir, thank you sir!”

“We have cameras fixed on a riot zone, commander, civilians are armed and killing each other. We’ve lost count.”

“Saturn just got hit, again, again, again, again…”

“Enough telescope officer.”

“Yes, sir”

“Defense squadron captain broke silence, sir. He’s lost all his men. There aren’t any of the enemies around. He’s heading into Saturn. Should I detonate his craft?”

“No, he’s abandoning a dead post.” And we are manning it.

“Last of the defense missiles have been launched sir.”

“Moon shields dropping to 40%, I can’t raise them sir.”

“Sir, look at screen forty seven please”

“What is it officer?”

“I don’t know sir, see the white flare at the surface of Saturn’s atmosphere?”

“The shields are gone, what could that be?”

“Commander, It’s the defense squadron captain, his ship burning up on re-entry”

“Saturn’s temperature,” It must be incredible.

“Get on with the work man, we’ll make it,” even if Saturn doesn’t.

“Commander, wave nine hit us. Shields are now at zero. I’m building them up on solar power, we’re up to 5,6,7,7.5,7.7%”

“Sir, look at Saturn!”

“90% of wave nine made it through the defense missiles.”

“Rioting in the central corridors, the settlements are in absolute chaos!”

“Stop!” That’s it, we sit and watch now, and it’s over. “Everybody we’ve fought a good battle and you’ve all done the children of Eos well. You should be proud of yourselves but now the war is over. If you’ll look at screen one you’ll note the Uranus is a dust ball. There is no life on Uranus, only two of its moon remain, both barren. We’ve survived, that’s the key. I guess the men on Saturn hoped we would.”

“Look at Saturn! Damn it! It’s molten, look at it! See how the last wave of missiles seems to pass through the planet, they freaking melted Saturn!”

“Telescope officer, come to attention”

“But, sir!”

“Attention! Now!”

“Yes, sir.”

“We’re soldiers; we knew that people would die. In war, the winner is the one who lives the longest. We did. We won. We were the superior. Freedom has won over dictatorship. We have proven once and for all that mankind is truly greatest when it is free. Uranus is a molten mess! Saturn is the soup of souls and the giver of our own life. Saturn shielded us from the missiles that we may live. Like a good soldier it died for us. Long live Saturn!”

“Long live Saturn! Long live Saturn!”

Yes, long live the dead Saturn. Barely a core left in the last glowing area that once was a planet with water and fields of plants, and people, filled with life. Now it’s too hot for even the eye of God to look upon. Too hot, too white, too dead for me to bear. “Let us now stand in silence and honor our dead comrades”

“Sir, the tenth wave just hit us. Ground telescopes burning out, surface temperature reaching eighty thousand, core temperature reaching one hundred. We’ve lost the atmosphere.”

“Life support systems on, functioning all right, sir.”

“The outer shelters!”

“Camera fifty one”

“The’re burned to a crisp. None of them could have survived.”

“Core temperature dropping to fifty degrees Celsius, dropping.”

“Life support raising central chamber temperature, stable at thirty degrees.”

“Core temperature dropping to below twenty degrees Celsius, dropping.”

“Life support systems, ok.”

“That was it, gentlemen. Not only did we survive longer in the war but also we survived the war. Unquestionably we won!”

“Yes, sir, we won…”

They know, we won, we fucking won. Six men, two women in chamber with food for one week. A chamber that’s closed to feed the dead civilians frozen, charred in their riot. Yes we won, we died last.

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Two days after the war. Solar panels are burnt out. Now running on battery. Life support systems will fail soon…

Look at the pretty rings we created.

Esau Saw It

2008-09-17T15:10:00.000-07:00

(Paperback Edition of) Esau Saw It

by James Esau

censored edition by Dr. Sung W.V.D, M.D., PhD. (Master Bible Writer)

I could tell this story through the eyes of Isaac, my father, but I think that by some chance I saw more if the situation than he.

I have often wondered exactly where the whole mess began but am now decided that if I wished I could probably trace it to Rebekah, my mother. When I told that to my psychoanalyst, the first one, he explained it as some sort of ummm… ah… oh yea, an Oediepal Complex. I couldn’t find a dictionary to explain the complex so I went and asked the family Whodo Vodoo Doer, he calls himself Doc. Surg. He didn’t answer my question but simply jiggled his beads and said that it really started with a guy called Ground and a lady Life in a nudist colony near Eden (Doc Surg probably jiggled some screws loose, too). Rebeck’ was of the opinion that some fool voice had identified Jaco and me as “Two nations…and two manner of people” personally I never noticed too much of a population inside either of us (though my biologist friend says he sees how it is possible but improbable); on the other hand ol Pop’s radius was large enough to hold two countries (he ate enough of my venison) now there I could see how jeans could make countries, especially my father’s.

I guess it really started, putting all that aside, when I came back home from hunting with the gang and Jaco was making some stew. I said onto him (that Whodo Vodoo Doer gets to you after a while), “Hey Man, how ‘bout some dang bread for your hungry brother. I say lay it on me boy, shovel some a’ that mutton too, turk.”

I asked nice and polite like that and what does he do? He says, “I will ‘lay it on you’ as you say, if and only if you swear to abide under and according to the forthcoming conditions, as follows: (A) that you, officially named Esau by Doctor Sung W.V.D., M.D., and PhD, will hereby eat by due process in the presence of our esteemed mother, whose favorite I am, thereby not repulsing her by primitive etiquette; (B) that you will speak using the verbage dictated and practiced by the aforementioned Doctor Sung for the duration of one (1) non-interrupted week- seven periods of twenty-four hours each; (C) that you shall, upon completion of the week speak no 2000 A.D slang nor the slang of other futuristic periods; and finally (D) that you shall from hence (September 25, 1690 B.C.) relinquish all claim to the posterity and continuity of our inept father’s host and thereby abandon your birthright.”

I didn’t know what he was talking about and was really getting fed up by his stall and so I said, “Heeach, brother, Man, I’ze hungray. For Chrize’s sake guy!” but he still wouldn’t give me any food. Just when I was about to bash him out of the way Maw Reb’ came in carrying her metal striped rolling pin. She just sat there poundin’ away with the pin like millions of bees that were after me. She told me to say yes to Jaco’s contract, which I did- a ma with a rolling pin ain’t one you argue with. That’s why I’m writing like this, not the way I talk.

Well, like I said, that was only the beginning. Now, Paw, his eyes were getting pretty bad and he kept a swearing he was goin to die; kept saying, “It’s getting dark around me, my son, and soon I’ll be going to see Gramp’s Abraham. It must be lonely up there right now, not too many people gone up there yet. You’ll come soon, won’t you Son?”

All in all it was pretty touching, even hair pricking (his nails were sharp); but a weird thing was that he asked me to get some fresh venison. I told him we could just get on of Jaco’s sheep and eat it (the lamb), but no, some fool that sounded like the Whodoo Doer’s poems said I had to leave. So I left, what do you with a psychosomatic?

It turns out that Maw Reb’ heard about my leaving and set it up so that Jacob would take my place at the blessing. (Isaac was really out of it when I left). They told him that Jaco’s lamb was my venison and that the lambs hair was my hair and they put the lamb’s hair on Jacob. I never thought myself as that hairy, to tell the truth.

Another strange thing happened that year (1670 B.C.). Usually in Fall a whole group of deer pass through my hunting forest but that year not a single one came through. These were some old lion from whose paw I took out a thorn, or was that later, but he was it. It took me nearly a month to get the deer, and I’m a hunter! I’ll have to compli…

Anyway, when I came back from the game preserve Paw said that Esau had already received his blessings. When I told him I was Easu and that Jacob must have taken my place he nearly left. Then Isaac told me that he had no blessings for me. That really got me mad. I was boiling like a blitzkrieg when I left the tent, and when I saw Jacob leaving real quick I chased after him. I nearly caught him, too. His ass has a mark across his back from my mail order Darth Vadar Light Sword.

Fifteen years later Jacob came back with a whole troop (On the same ass, though). I had forgiven him, but he hadn’t forgiven me. He came with this horde of people and I thought that he was going to try to over run me with his Kids (both kinds). I couldn’t see his army so I sent word for my soldiers to get ready for a surprise attack. When Jacob saw my army and specially my mail order Shutlecraft, the U.S.S. Constitution, he had second thoughts. He came up to me as a friends saying something idiotic as “to err is human, to forgive divine.” ( I think that he had been listening to one of the fools).

Unfortunately, I forgave him again (which was really an error- I wonder what the fool would call that). About 20 years later he took the shuttle and my sword and pushed me into this pit. There was somebody else here but I can’t remember his name. Now I just sit here in the pit waiting for the pendulum to stop, God bid it so.

Editors note: In all my years on earth I never actually witnessed Jacob’s overthrow of his brother by use of Federation or Galactic Empire weapons; therefore I have left these parts out of the actual text. Sincerely, Dr Sung W.V.D., M.D., PhD Master Bible Writer

Storyweaver

2008-05-20T13:24:00.000-07:00

Dreams are the essence of stories. I dream, then I write. I used to tell my dreams to my friends, I always remembered them in perfect detail. I could take a simple story and weave the web so tight and perfect that people would freeze when I told of the cold and burn when I spoke of hell. And so I can still do that to other people. It is so simple to tell them what I'm seeing and hearing and yet they can't do the same for me.

That's where my trouble comes in. I can dream and tell people my dreams and they'll be trapped into my sentences, they have no choice. But me? I read a book -enh. I watch a show - big deal. I hear a story in verse - golly gee. I can never get that feeling of being in someone else's dream, someone else's world. I think this every night as I'm about to go to sleep and then I dream, and even there, I'm not affected. What kind of gift is this anyway!

Ah well. Time to dream some more. Sleep...sleep...sleep... What if a man and a woman wanted to get married but the man got framed for some crime. I wonder what kind of story that would be. First of all the frame would have to be good so that the woman is convinced so that he gets put into a kind of double prison and the best kind of frame up would involve the woman. But the woman can't just be a passive character, she's got to be involved in the frame but not know it. An ultimate con. Now, how about their love? Will that survive the ordeal? Ah, I like happy endings, sure love always wins. So I'm mushy. How about style? I could use a dualism separating the woman and the man. Nah. I want it unified, after all the style should hold to the love ripped apart but really the same theme.

ah jeeze. Go to bed. You're too tired to get up and write. I hate this. It happens too often and I screw up my life writing into the night. Sleep...sleep...sleep... self hypnosis usually works, actually if the man were hypnotized and then gave the woman false info, she could frame him in clear conscience. stop it.

sleep...sleep...sleep

Wake up! What's going on? My room is... spinning, spinning. The wind is howling outside my window, the shutters are rattling against the side of the house. Lightening flashing. Rain harshly pelts up against my window. A crash of lightening, the tree outside my house has been hit. The door slams open.

Oh, god, who are you! I can't see you. Turn off the hallway light. Or are you dressed in black! Are you shadow or substance! No, I see your shadow now slowly gliding up my bed towards my face. You are coming towards me, a black matron's dress. A flash of lightening. Your face lights up. White, pale as death, lips blue as old rotting blood - it blinks out. Don't come near me. Your shadow is covering my face. No, don't reach out for me, the thunder. My window shatters. Rain comes pouring in, my sheets are blown away. I grasp a hold of them. I can't let go. You can't have me. No!

The rain stops. No wind. I'm somewhere... somewhere else. It's all white. I still cling to my sheets. My knuckles are white and hurt from grinding against themselves. But in the whiteness I'm suspended in a cage, black as coal, black as the devil's soul. I cry out, "Help, Help, let me out." Nothing, not even an echo.

There, look she's coming back. I see her shadow coming towards me. She's gigantic... 2,3 times my height. My knuckles turn blue, they can't grip any tighter. My nails are cutting through the sheets into the palm of my hands. My eyes are fixed. I hear my mouth speak, unprovoked by my mind, "What do you want?"

She says nothing. She looks at me across her long narrow nose. No, don't. You're stare hurts me, stop! Must get out, must.

I must have passed out. Where did she go? I stand up in the cage. I go to lean on the bars but I can't feel them. Like a devil's soul -not really there. I'm falling but the cage is still around me. I can't escape. I can't escape.

There, that's her. She's a spider now. The black widow. Evil on a silken thread and I'm falling into it. No. NO. NO.

No. I want to wake up. I want to wake up. I can't. I can't! Oh, God, I'm stuck. Wake me up. Wake me up. Stop.

Where am I

2008-05-20T12:42:00.000-07:00

I seem to have walked into a room with such lights that I can't see. But I wonder is it that I can't see or that I mayn't or that I won't. Which am I doing or having done on me? It feels that I can't see by virtue of the fact that I mayn't. But It thinks that I won't, but why not?

Do I chose to be blind? Do I fear the truth? Or, by being blind, I make the other blind to me? Yet I think I see the truth meekly, I seek to merely feel good, the very state I think that of a fool! But I do love the fool, now what am I thinking?

Maybe if I close my eyes I can see better? But then I won't see the room! Maybe if I stare I can see better? But then I can't see the room as my eyes burn! Maybe I'll turn around? But that's the fools way but that I mayn't! Hmmmm

I mayn't equals I won't but does I can't?

2008-05-20T12:41:00.000-07:00

Shallow are the harbors where you must row to meet the ship.

2008-05-20T12:38:00.001-07:00

Why
We seek eternally to live
or
We seek to live eternally
yet
How many know the
difference?

2008-05-20T12:37:00.000-07:00

Two blind men choosing the other to lead them out of darkness.

2008-05-20T12:36:00.000-07:00

We live in a world
that is at war

We live in our hearts
that are at peace

We live in our minds
that live in both.

2008-05-20T12:27:00.000-07:00

In the city cleansed by acid rain,
Boats cross the river, chem-stained,
Pedestrians, to work, walk, one, two, three
Cars swallow the air, instead of the tree.

From my heart, lonely, comes the pain,
My eyes, without an other, are tear-drained.
Tabulators tabulating, one, two, three
The city swallows everything, including me.

"Isolation, desolation, this is the thought's train."
In anger the Prophet had exclaimed,
"Followers only following, one and two and three
Within the bowels of Hell shall your toast be."

Moderation, Industrialization, Urbanization, (Alienation)!
Is there a common feature! Where is the change in the creature?

2008-05-20T12:13:00.000-07:00

We see the same God,
Then why force me onto your path,
You tell met to admire a rose,
But why must I smell your view.
They tell me I am good,
Yet strike when I am different.
All roads lead to one Truth,
And I must follow their one;

Damn the rules they make
I make and live my own being!

2008-05-20T11:04:00.000-07:00

I am.

Where am I, though? I can only see a void. There must be more. A physical reality exists. It must. Yes, yes I see it. I can feel it now. Oh, the wonders. Look how the suns rise and the rocks part to show the blue waters. Oh, beauty. There must be more here. Oh, how clearly and greatly I feel the soil. The coolness flows through me and the warmth heats my soul. Truly it is a great world to be in. The sounds of water crashing and the wind moving. The way my body integrates itself and lives as this world. Oh beauty, thou art in me.

But am I alone the enjoyer of this world? Oh, let there be others to enjoy this. Let them know what it is to sense and to exist. Let not be the only existence. But let them not not see the gift that life is. How I wish this was true. But for some parts of this world should join and create a life. That that life should grow and live and learn to value life and live to give life. And that life give more and build and empire of life and its value. And then that life yield a great species that sees my world and loves it and still they go beyond it and love each other and value each other and hold each other as friends. How I wish.

But what if these should lose that love and begin to fight to war and hurt. What if they don't love life but only themselves. What if they want only the food and not the beauty in the food? Oh pain! Sorrow! My beautiful world what would these do to you! The waters turn red and the sky is yellow. Oh what thoughts I bear! My love stabs at my love! No, don't destroy the world. You can't. It's too beautiful.

But who am I to stop you. I take back my words. I give you the world. It is yours. I see you rule. I see you sow the ground and make better the creatures I love. I see you destroy those that you don't love. It is your world and I am your servant and I am the burner of fields. I am the bombs that destroy beauty. I do as you say for your freedom I love. But you have forgotten me. It does not matter, but it hurts so much, for yours is the world and I love you. How can I love such a hideous being but it is my own and I give it my heart.

Oh tired heart. How many arrows have slain you. How many swords have severed you and drunk the love you give and then spit it out as emptiness. Oh pained heart. How I grieve. I can not feel this anymore. The pain is unendurable. The pain pounds in my chest. Oh to love the unloving. Wretched am I to be so. I must rest my heart or I must give it food. It must be loved for the love it has drains out. But there is none to love me. I am alone - the universe ended. I sleep - and there was nothing.

2008-05-20T10:00:00.000-07:00

I traveled from Benares to Ghazipur and saw the holy city had no beauty as great as the footsteps of Krishna. I went to the Ganges following the sacred route but I became lost; for how can a man follow one as He. I chanced upon a Sanyasi who too seemed off the route. He told me I was lost if I would see the Ganges but directed me anyways. He told me to look around, and when, being lost, I saw nothing, he told me to look in. I saw a glimpse but lost the intensity soon after. The Sanyasi directed me to the Ganges but said he would not come. I questioned, but the answer was unspoken.

I traveled from Benares to Ghazipur and say the holy man greater than the route of Rama.

2008-05-20T09:46:00.000-07:00

What have you made me? Why am I your creation? This life is so filled with pain, but there is none to blame but myself! If I did not love, I would not hurt. But why do I follow you? You showed me a truth, then you showed me another, but then you stopped. You placed my foot on this path, then showed me a lighted way, but you hurt me along this path. I will be free. I will live, I am what I am. My life is yours, my soul is yours. I hurt, but I love and this will overcome. You have come to cheer me today, and I am yours. I feel pain but I will follow you. You are my guru. You are my wife, you are my university, you are my father, you are my mother, you are my brother. I am in You and You are in me. Om, peace to you, my savior.

2008-05-20T09:45:00.000-07:00

You are the keeper of my heart
You lift my soul to your feet
You'r peace

For what am I?

2008-05-20T08:00:00.000-07:00

I

For what am I?
For whom am I?
Oh, thou concept of reality,
Name me my name.

Once ago I had been born;
Once from now I would be grown.
But in this youth, eternally
Am I ensnared -- tamed.

I call upon thee,
In the name of thyself and thy lesser, Truth,
My doubt, answer me
Else I be consumed in emptiness, the wrath.

For what are you?
For what you must be, are you.
If you are not, then I am not.
For can the mountain stand without the sand's soul?

For whom are you?
Then for whom am I?
We are for one and too for all;
Be first for thySelf.

Yet, name me a name,
Swiftly, my heart becomes lame;
And if not thee,
Then thy servant shall have me.

Then venture with me,
Not without, but within.

II

You have heard of this land
And know of its being.
See thee anything but darkness?

I see not, but know
The firey redness about us,
The firey redness below.

Then let us leave this physical epmptiness
And journey into the All of Nothingness

Further inward have we gone, to the core.
Turn ye around and look inside the boar.

I can not see;
A veil does hide me from me.

Then re-turn, we shall
See what ye be.

III

This that ye behold,
this whiteness in nothingness,
Do you seek.
Name It a name.

Personality supreme,
I would call it Magnet
For it draws and repels me.

Ask it its name.

Light that shines within;
Bush that burns betrothed in my body
Know ye thy name?

I am Atman, your Atman.
I am thy Life, thy Death;
Thy Mind, the Heart, am I.
I am the specter, Atman.

If such is so,
I would question thee:
If we are one, then
Who are we?

Your body is the Oracle,
And I its Apollo. For
A veil of earth doth separate we.

Who we are can never be told,
By word nor phrase how'er bold.
We are not philosopher's speech
For we change as Proteus and the chameleon:
Ask not myself who are we,
Ask whom would I be.

Yet name my name
Greatest two,
and if not thee
thy servant shall have me.

It is done.

2008-05-20T07:56:00.000-07:00

To build a soul
Learn to:
enjoy joy
enjoy truth
love the world
love the people.
express admiration
remember you are nothing
open the door of the wall
find knowledge in all things
see the nature of things
see the nature of people
free the imprisoned
find the free
find the truth
more than exist.

To kill a soul
Destroy:
love
consciousness
self -integrity
faith in man
faith in God
concepts of
truth
justice
friendship
virtue
samaritarianism
I
and finally the body

2008-05-20T07:53:00.000-07:00

I love you God
You are my peace
In you I find hope
You are the strength of my legs
Your are the key of my mind
My soul lies in torment
As it awaits your return
You were in my heart once
Till I cast you out
Now I know You are what I am
My strength and my weakness,
My lies and my truth,
My friends and my enemies
My creation, my destruction
I love you God
Come back to me.

2008-05-15T13:04:00.001-07:00

Mother, I have no medicine to sooth thee
Though thy sorrow cuts through me.
A child who would have suckled on you breast
A life that would have nestled in your arms
Has passed into eternities undying light
With the trumpeting of our quite cries.

A love to be given so easily,
A soul to be known so well
Has alighted among the stars
In our emotions tearing night.
Lo, god has worked his magic
As no philosopher has seen.

I have no medicine for thee
But as the moon shall rise
and with it the sun
So shall he be redone.
For love is the power of God
And God is almighty.

In Mind

2008-05-15T12:31:00.000-07:00

He opened his eyes and the sun had gone. Suddenly, he had been moved to a new place. It was cold here. He felt the temperature of his skin rapidly fall. His sweat, so prolific in his seashore home, crystallized into ice as cold vapors escaped from him to find a warmer haven. He thought he smelled snow, but too soon his nose burned and he could smell no more.

He looked about to be confronted by a barren wasteland. Empty of people, without life, dark, and the earth hard and ungiving. But most of all, it was the cold. His feet stood on cutting blades of windblown frozen stone. His hair was petrified by the scowls conspiring with his own perspiration.

It was a place that seemed familiar to him. This paralyzed him. From sheltered yesterday, he found himself, brought by an unseen force, to a chilling tundra devoid of life. It was familiar, even - cozy.

He saw the crescent moon laying along the horizon and wanted to feel the warmth of its presence. In this desolate land, that one light fed him and pulled him closer. He ventured his hand forward and, without warning, he was slipping. Faster and faster his feet crossed the stones. He had long ago lost feeling in his soles, but he saw the stray rocks cut through his feet as he glided across the landscape. There was no blood. What there was was frozen.

He hurled closer and closer to the horizon. Traveling faster than the gales squalling behind him, he knew he had caused the movement. He propelled himself towards the crescent. He knew this place and again it frightened him.

The moon rose out of his reach. It climbed to the heavens and it was full. The magic orb shined over him, beckoning like a window to his past. He reached again for it, but this time he did not move. His arms stretched to grasp it, but his feet anchored him to the earth. His soul battled to fly, but the cold penetrated even it and he began to cower from his self.

The moon began to set. His face was white without blood, and his eyes barely moved in their cloudy gaze. He could no longer separate his hands, they were sealed in a thin layer of sweat -- a makeshift glove.

As the moon reached the horizon, he reached again -- a last hope. His body creaked like an old ship caught in an ice float. He lunged forward, but his feet, caught up on the rocks, groaned immobile. The rocks gave. He began his silent glide.

Pushing, wishing, thrusting, reaching his body raced to the horizon he had just left. The moon sank lower and lower. The crescent grew lighter, but his eyes closed as he drove into the winds. In a last chance he lurched forward. His arms spread and stretched out to catch that glimmer.

His hand passed through a wave. His body shuddered as the crescent vanished into the no moon. He had touched it, but it had gone before he could catch it. Another day would pass before the moon returned.

Would the sun rise?

He was back. The music roared, the dancers shimmered, the sun glared on the wild bodies. He forgot the cold loneliness of his mind and that last moment of awakening when the philosophers folded away oblivion.

Genesis: A Scientist's Dream

2008-05-15T12:09:00.002-07:00

Nothing... Stillness... Not dark, Not light... No place, No time... No negation... Nothing the Absolute zero.

Wait. Waiting without time? It happened. What? How? When? Where? ...Why? Watch, look, seek - verbs, Time. Was Time first? Question, answers, ken - nouns, consciousness. Whose?

There, I see It! Waves hovering in space, momentum without mass. Existence without matter. Condensation, rarefaction, negative entropy - the Ghost winds his watch. The waters move. Eternity's beginning. Behold the creation. A white sheet of atoms, like cow's milk on a glass table, a milk from a celestial churn, flowing vastly, immensely - the stuff of suns, the stuff of Gods, the stuff of being. Flowing, flowing with speeds unknowable, in directions infinit. I am caught the the drift, thrust into the current of creation. I must not lose my objectivity. I must fight the flow, transcend it! My body (by body?) strikes upon something hard (what is hardness?). It is an earth, a planet made from this current of atoms: atoms bond to make elements, elements bond to make compounds. Compounds floating in the solvent of creation. Behold the sun rises, atoms split, Leibniz's clock runs.

There, again I see It! Ammonia, Carbon Monoxide, Sulfuric acid. There, yes, a special, special compound - an amine. Oh glorious creation. In this purple/dark sky, lightened by flashes of creative energy and thunderbolts that rock the molten sea, white wisps of gas ascend to find this compound. Twisting silently as if in a dance of a Buddha, climbing, longing for the molecule of life!

Wait. Waiting within time. Questions, answers, ken - Consciousness. Watch, look, seek - verbs. Judge, decide, act - Freedom. Consciousness, Verbs, Freedom - I know It. I am It.

2008-05-15T12:09:00.001-07:00

Man is blind to the eyes of others.

2008-05-15T12:08:00.001-07:00

Love is the consecration of life: Love, my flower, is the consecration of thy blossom.

A Wish

2008-05-15T12:03:00.002-07:00

I wish the stars upon you,
And they hold communion in thine eyes.

I wish the earth and sky for you,
But, as homage from the Self-Mother,
Thy cheeks blossom already with the sun's golden rays.

Goddess of my love, what greater goddess can be but thee?
Oh, Goddess, were I but the seas that thee so cherishingly embrace!

To hold thee in my arms, oh most beauteous of Nature,
And to elate in thy warmth, my earthbound goddess;
For these, evermore I search.

2008-05-15T12:01:00.000-07:00

I watched a man die.
I bid farewell to a soul,
And commend him to God

I knew him but a little
yet privileged his resurrection.

Swaying in a sea of in-between
Gasping to live, living to die.

Tomorrow called him so,
Freed from his tired body,
Into Jehovah's divine party.

Med Stud on call

2008-05-15T11:54:00.000-07:00

Medical student on call
Echoing cries
Billowing through his ears,

Quiet floors, quiet mind
Simple life, simple time
Some to die, some to live.

And a child enters his hands
Life's awesome wonders
Majestically surround him.

Flowing blood, beating hearts
Love's loss, Love's triumph,
Mother sighs and baby cries

Tears crown him and
Laughter assails him,
Life pouring throughout
Life pouring through him!
He sits quietly on the floor
Behind his closed call door.

____

Freedom, freedom, flight of mind
Flying to see, hovering to be
Eternity poised in a moment's glance
Everything today is tomorrow
Child is born, man is dying
A new kidney, a new start.

Flight of mind, away, away, away
High up soaring to the sea
Moon shimmering through the waters
Beaches glisten in the hue
Waves wash over me
Time cleanses me.

Rest seet bird,
know peace,
peace
for soon you must return
To your human nest.

2008-05-15T11:49:00.001-07:00

It's here, the first day.
Into the school we come to pray:
Guide us to what we seek
To make the world less bleak.

Illness and suffering for the sick
See the lonely world's clock click,
And know poverty is the shame of men.
But the angels of God shall yet find ten.

Our first half year now ends
The rest of time it sends.
In the life spent here
The self becomes more clear.

But soon we shall know death
The dark shadow of our breath
It will take the one's for whom we care
But we shall ne'er surrender to its dare.

I know not what the future will bring
But to it, joy and sorrow, I sing.
Lift the veil your eyes darkly disguise
Behold, compassion in all hearts flies

Fellows of the body oracle we shall be
That one-another we more clearly shall see.
For in health the body does glow
Of the Soul's unebb'd flow.

2008-05-15T11:46:00.000-07:00

We thought this the summer of our years
That spring had past upon tears.
But you showed us then
That there were yet ten,
Thus spring could not end.

You, our teacher, our friend
We will miss the light you lend.
We would that you stayed
For such a one can not be repaid.

We would hold our guide
But stand aside
And ask thee,
"Come again, Our teacher, our freind."

2008-05-15T11:45:00.000-07:00

Life, Love, Learn.
How?
Good sport to
Fish!

Cryptic self

2008-05-15T11:40:00.000-07:00

Cryptic self
Buried on the surface
Lives lost in tomorrow
Lives lost today.

Empty shelves
Fulfilled with air
Ideas abounding the all,
Dreams on pins dance.

The ugly blade
Lay rest the not being
Tomorrow has come and past
in death's solace.

Spirits exposed
Dust grooms the wind
Desperation, what a word,
Loneliness is.

Sanctimonious pride
Righteous despited love
Pleasant serpents sigh softly,
What gain?

Midnight burns
I am what I am not.

Code Blue

2008-05-15T11:31:00.000-07:00

-Two-one-thousand, three-one-thousand, for-one-thousand, breath
Five-one-thousand, one-one thousand, two-one thousand, breath
Three-one-thousand, four-one-thousand, five-one-thousand, stop!
Stop!, stop life, stop heart, stop CPR

A life that came has gone
A heart that beat now sleeps
Hands that push then rest
Needles and IVs put down.

"He's gone, he wouldn't have made it."
Doctors, nurses walk away,
Techs and medics step down
Medical student, hands clenched for more.

What do I do!
What do I say!
Where is my strength!
Where is my life?

Watching a man die,
Perhaps already dead
Sixty-seven years old in
A silent soliloquy.

I look at the corpse, yet warm
I see am that once lived
I glimpse an open hand
His golden watch ticks away.

Silence fills my body as
I stand back to see death.
Alone, my soul queries to God
Alone, my mind becomes a machine

One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand, three-one-thousand
Four-one-thousand, five-one-thousand, one-one thousand
Two-one-thousand, three-one-thousand, four-one-thousand
five-one-thousand, one-one-thousand, two-one-thousand...

2008-05-15T11:20:00.000-07:00

God guide my hand
As I travel through this, your land.
God show me the way
For rivers of tears in my eyes play.

You will have created me.
You had been my destroyer.
Come to me my maintainer.

Hail to the Gods.
Hail to Brahma,
That he may free my atma.
Hail to Shiva,
That he may shield my soul.
Hail to Vishnu,
That he may give me atma.
Hail to the Gods.
Hail to the three, supreme.
Hail to the one that is all, hail Brahman.
Hail to thee that would make me free.

Guide me Brahma
To see my atma
Show to me my nature
Show to me my strength
Show to me my life
Show to me my God

Shield me Shiva
To build my atma
Build upon my nature that I may be a good servant
Build upon my strength that I may be a strong servant
Build upon my life that I may be a happy servant
Build me a ladder to my God

Vishnu, guide the bow of the sacred OM
That my atman may fly straight
To be blessed and received in your bosom.

2008-05-15T11:17:00.000-07:00

I call to you, oh God
To look upon this young sod,
Teach it to flourish
And live with blemish.

I call to you, oh God
Give this soul a bless'd nod
That it may grow
Into a sacred low
And join life's flow.

I call to you, oh God
Please spare this clod;
For how else shall I be
If not in and for thee?
Thou hast created life
To Thine service shall I me wife.

2008-05-15T11:15:00.001-07:00

Oh what time have I lost?
As I pay my life's cost.
In this live of mine past,
Of the future that is to last;

Today becomes now forever, for
My soul releases the lever.

Oh, ye that yet yearns,
In the torch of youth burns,
Behold the worlds so awake
And learn well to self make.

2008-05-15T11:12:00.000-07:00

Oh pigeon with fluffed feathers and bent beak,
how high you hold your head.

And yet, this man, "so noble in reason";
hath winter as his only season.

2008-05-15T11:11:00.000-07:00

I sit having not written,
I breathe having not lived.
Why am I unable,
Why am I weak.
I was once blessed,
I can not see it now.
Yet, what have I lost?
Yet, why have I lost?
Where am I?

2008-05-15T11:08:00.000-07:00

This makes me sick!
I want to know!
Can't you help me find out?
Please!

Don't make me tick.
I can lay in snow.
Won't you help me get out?
No.

I have a lie.
The ink doesn't flow.
Help me write out, O.K.?
Then I won't pout.

2008-05-15T11:05:00.000-07:00

Two strands one-another circle
From times unknown and immemorable,
Lunar tides, with solar flares,
nucleotides, and sugar pairs;
animals and Plants, sessile,
Rituals and chants, so vile!
Jeans that show popular taste!
Tell me, where is the waste?

2008-05-15T11:02:00.000-07:00

Oh but to fly
Up into the sky.
Fly in my room,
Land on my broom.
If only I were able,
To fly to my table.
To land on my bed,
And be squashed, dead.

Flying high in the sky,
Straight as a fly.
Up, up and away;
Who's up there?
Can I go out to play?
First you have to pay the fare.

2008-05-15T10:55:00.001-07:00

"Wretched heathen" though I be,
My God still loveth me.
Prince nor pauper am I
Nor a "mote in God's eye."

"God forgives all,"
Oh please forgive my fall,
To him I give my soul
No excuses, no toll.

2008-05-15T10:53:00.002-07:00

Traveling through the show,
My face brightly aglow,
I had summoned the truth,
Oh, my mind so uncouth!

So today I cry
And know all too well why:
I have looked into the face of God's life,
And I have learned all His strife.

2008-05-15T10:53:00.001-07:00

To learn, to love, to live
To live, to learn, to love
To love, to live, to learn

2008-05-15T10:52:00.000-07:00

But where Love did once exist
Only lies seem to persist.
And deceit it's life doth take
And even God can no longer make.

2008-05-15T10:50:00.000-07:00

In seeking Truth one often finds,
The golden bough of life it binds;
And when for Love one would exist
In the Truth of Life doth one list.

2008-05-15T10:49:00.000-07:00

It's time to fly
To live or die;
To seek to love,
Or that above;
To give or lie,
It's time to try.
Put on your wings,
For my swollen heart sings.

2008-05-15T10:48:00.000-07:00

Nothingness is my home,
Punishment is my zone.
There is no love here,
None to me shall be,
I can not see, or see too well.
The future too easily I foretell

2008-05-15T10:45:00.000-07:00

Oh, what faith had Medea Bore!?
I met a man who was at peace,
With my love in dragon-wings flight,
I saw in his eyes freedom and light;
He sold me two cactii of golden fleece.
I've seen in me only Jason's sore.

2008-05-15T10:43:00.000-07:00

The mind is like a pencil
Thought sharpens it while
Ignorance erases all it's worked for.

2008-05-15T10:42:00.000-07:00

With two wings I flew,
And with yours I grew
come, take my hand,
Help me understand.
With your love I knew,
And two wings I flew.

2008-05-15T10:35:00.000-07:00

"I have a strong urge to fly but no where to fly to" - Pink Floyd

On walking alone
I come upon myself,
I see myself a clone.

On sitting alone
I think upon myself,
I think myself alone.

On running alone
I tread upon myself,
I knead myself, atone!

On sleeping
I dream with myself.
I dream not alone
I am not a clone

on sleeping
I am on the shelf.

I am not alone!
I am not a clone!
Love take this self
Away from the shelf
I need not atone,
I am not alone!

2008-05-15T10:31:00.000-07:00

Surrender, shrug your shoulders.
We are all the same beast.
We may as well feast.
Barter but hold your borders.

Mine, forever mine;
I shall hold it,
'tis a piece a shit.
'twill never be thine.

Together, you and I.
The river of time shall span.
Our love, though, we shall ban.
And, of course, we shall cry.

Together we are hand in hand
But fight only for the land.
Alone, with each other we band
Love we don't understand.

2008-05-15T10:28:00.000-07:00

Summer in the city comes to an end
I go home and await the Fall
I can not stand tall
I leave having lost a friend.

Or have I lost you?
Were you and I ever really close
Or were we just quelque chose
Un nouveau chose pour tu.

"Merci beaucoup, mon ami."
"C'est pas de quoi, ma chere."
"Vouyez-vous, la lumiere?"
Noter amour, c'est comme ci.

L'Autmn de nous etait arrive,
Nothing left but to say, "what the hey!"

2008-05-08T08:30:00.000-07:00

i; pretend in peace,
yet know it not.
i, seek and find
it endlessly not-
i am caught in limbo.

He thinks i know much,
i, yet know nothing
while He knows all.

Another thinks he knows all
yet, He, too knows nothing
I; think and know Nothingness

2008-05-08T08:28:00.001-07:00

In times of Love,
In times of Hate,

There is a place
That has no trace.

It lives in fate,
Not far above;

Reach out with you hand
Into your Heart's land.

A short sick satire

2008-05-08T08:00:00.000-07:00

I saw the savior, standing on the tallest of mountains. His total presence overcoming the presence of the crowd. We swayed in his hands, our eyes swam in his existence. And he said, "I am klanganguru, come to lead you."

We said, "Oh, klanganguru, how can we love you?"

He replied, "Just remember these lines:
Oh, klanganguru, we do love you.
Oh, klanganguru, how do we do?
Oh, klanganguru, scooby dooby doo!"

And we said, "Oh, klanganguru, how do we know that you are our savior?"

And he said, "I will show you my dominance over nature and you may tell your friends of my power - I control the earth. The mountain you see to your left I shall erupt!"

We shouted, "No, no, we shall all be killed!"

He returned, "Fear not,none of us shall cease today." And he pointed to the mountain and cried, "klanganguru calls you to erupt!" and the mountain erupted and flaming rocks flew into the air; and we felt the mighty power of klanganguru, and a flaming rock hit him and he burned to death.

And of the people shouted, "Oh, klanganguru, where are you?"

And we heard the mountain growl, "Ahh, shat up!"

And we went home.

2008-05-02T10:38:00.003-07:00

Scratching pixels in One Mind:

The remote calls to [life] our

will we surrender and the

Off switch of our life is on.

After these messages

How was school

What did you do

Wow, that’s interesting

I love you, too

Now back to our show

The crispy clean kids

And the idiot wise

Parents flicker before our

Eyes and problems arise

A word from our sponsor

Let’s get dinner

Maybe pizza, do we

All agree. Hurry get

Drinks, I love you

Coming next: the story…

The sitcom peaks and

The solution is unclear

No [e] motion for us, but

Laughing lightly at their tears

Don’t touch the remote

Wasn’t this wonderful

The family time we

Shared with an-other

You love me, too

Back to the exciting finale

Those imaginary people

And their lives are so

Full but our vision’s darkness

They fill so easily so well

Man! I love this show!

Family time’s over,

As is the program [ing]

We all love one

an-other

[during commercials.]

2008-05-02T10:38:00.001-07:00

close to the edge I feel the brink calling me forward

it is not the result I fear but the past as my eye wanders on

yesterday weighs as a bell o'er a tomb while I light upward

but whether tis yama or moksh ahead I must think of what was behind me

Om sevakalpana

Namo Prajapati

Namo Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva

Namo Surya, Indra, Agni

Namo Vayu, Soma, Devi

Namo Saraswati, Laxmi, Devi

Namo Re, Atum, Horace

Namo Javeh, Jesus, Allah

Namo Buddha, Mahavir, Zarathustra

Namo Gaya, Earth, Life

Namo Manu

Om shanti, shanti, shanti

The gods are self created but created they are

It is only prajapati that is uncreated thence the creator

The self is man and life and being; the prajapati

being is uncreated and we/ it are creators from null

the manifest is wonderful, thought and silence:

light and darkness, outand in,

time/timeless; aspect/aspectless;

hate/love; caring/abandonment;

condemnation/forgiveness; action/inaction

being/not being; uniques/universals

ego/dissolution; ying/yang; all

is indeed and being silence

Om sevakalpana

Namo Prajapati

Namo Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva

Namo Surya, Indra, Agni

Namo Vayu, Soma, Devi

Namo Saraswati, Laxmi, Devi

Namo Re, Atum, Horace

Namo Javeh, Jesus, Allah

Namo Buddha, Mahavir, Zarathustra

Namo Gaya, Earth, Life

Namo Manu

Om shanti, shanti, shanti

2008-05-02T10:37:00.001-07:00

akash ganga

only in the darkest of places, does one see your current in the sky

only in the quietest of minds, does one realize your soaring aim

only in the silence of man-lights, does one become true again

only on dim summer nights, does one become open to your celestial touch

Shiva wrapped your might to save us, your terran traverse fed our bodies

your outlet to Sagar destines us, yet, unfathomed you remain center of our galaxy

flood the night with your subtle vision, muddy our waiting fertile fields,

oh Akash Ganga,

oh, great enchanter of night, mind, and spirit

open for me the unified field of oneness,

may Om transcend my spirit to you

2008-05-02T10:36:00.002-07:00

mood ring

dusk: set down old sun to bid farewell

sparrow's soft silent flutter beats in this heavy gloom

and the world frets another hour to survive

my busy day succumbs to a dangerous quiet.

night: reflect on clouds that hide the no moon

natures nocturnal necrophilliacs howl o’er a kill

and agencies of the them trend out from control

my light flickers aching to blow free, but for a moment, to die.

dawn: turn again faithful machine of celestial rotation

mankind is made mighty in knowing the cocks crow

and church bells hail a tithe, a day another dollar

my face unslept, a whisper of life beams - arouse!

day: descend with sudden glory oh rose'nd torch

flowers and fruits scorch in after noon's drying heat

as students intent learn a chorus and strike middle c

my spirit ascends to meet the newness of today

brilliance: unity in another day recircled and spiraled

wild eager echos ever resound to fill canyons alive

as the whole of the we celebrates again in global days unending

my soul revive, in this vastness complete - I must be!

2008-05-02T10:36:00.001-07:00

drifting on a clear day

effortless and silent

gathering mist and

shimmering white

is it my soul adrift

or an orphaned cloud

caressing the cold mountain

collected at a meeting on alternative health

2008-05-02T10:35:00.001-07:00

Corbin Harney

the indiginous ones know this mother

the mother that is one,

the children who grow closer to her

imbibe her wealth fully, freely

pray togehter for in her bosom

is milk, and together is the longing

for our mother, bring out our song

connect that we may again survive

burning graphite rods, european

arrogants, white plague, science for power

are past, now grow forward in our mother

learned living united save her that she bear

and in bearing again she is again our worship.

Our life is her worship, this is the blessing way,

join the many hands and mouths of our mother,

learn today that tomorrow is our own

Bishop Irish:

linear delinearality

chaos in etymology

so many words

yet no point

Alan Neims

tetrad of spirit, emotions, mind, body

dualsim out of control

remember the balance

remember the whole

forget not the parts

together they are

together they heal

together they promote

the tetrad is but a monad divined

finished files are the re

sult of years of scientific

study combined with the

experience of many years

count the # of f's

nuland

wonder of life and living

no need for god

for god is immaterial

and we material

schneider

mind; body; behavior; environment

data to hold technology to light

enlightening by standards of time and

empirical cynicism

panel on culture and illness:

isolation in the post modern world

reflects the pain of the earth mother

bearing a force of humanity

outgrowing its britches

diversity, children vying for

mothers attention, either they

come together or invoke the

loving anger of mothers discipline

are we not all headed away from

mother? if we are lucky we can

we can run to our grandfather

if not where will we go?

alver

a passionate flame burns in

the sur-rationalized mother

a burning love of the living

flame shines forth

unlearn the rationalist

use the rationality

but open to openess

reinforce relationism

our mother, father and

brother are entwined in us

and the weaving of family

give to us the hozho

celebrate this bond in

ceremony of fullness

healing in body, mind

and environment-

harmony in the blessing way

the bond is held in the

medicine bundle that the

great father had retrieved

for us to use in hozho

Lo, We are Ravaana

2008-05-02T10:34:00.001-07:00

Lo, We are Ravaana

Incarnate to perform deeds.

Who amongst thee is Vibishan?

We are the dread spirit

Formed to consume all seed.

Wherefore do you hope to will?

We are the anti Christ

Borne of and by your own greed.

Why think you to ever again bless?

We are the cherubim

That guard Eden

We are the rakshasa

That soil aspirants.

We are the human sacrifice

That gilds our halls

We cause the mortal’s fear

That fans ig-gnosis.

We shout from our books

That no other be read

We laud over our actions

That no other be good.

We kill the free thinker

That thought be not free.

We stop the open heart

That souls have not love.

We are the voices of Satan

All wars scream our name

All markets rally our power

All churches herald our motive

All mosques enshrine our will.

Where is your Raja Rama.

Where is your Passionate Krishna.

Where is your Healing Buddha.

Where is your Loving Jesus.

Where is your Merciful Allah.

We kill (in) His name

We take (in) His name

We eat (in) His name

We breathe (in) His name

We vote (in) His name

hop hop hop

2008-05-02T10:33:00.000-07:00

hop hop hop

sun shine spot

a man goes

hop hop hop

he is not a man

reflecting but sees

with her eyes; too in-

nocent to look in

sun shine spot

a man goes

hop hop hop

clouds in the sky, rain-

bursts litter the road.

one suv driver look-

ing out from inside

sun shine spot

a man goes

hop hop hop

he stops, child’s eyes close.

vision grows. sees the

suv driver look out

to spot his inside

sun shine spot

a man goes

hop hop … stop

only now a mem’ry

to cling to. But she’s

moved on tomor-

row his daughter plots:

sun shine spot

my dad goes

hop hop hop

Sanatan Dharma

2008-05-02T10:32:00.000-07:00

Sanatan Dharma

Children call, “Mother, love me even more.”

Bhaktas: “Devi, Neti Neti, I want only you

That supreme knowable bliss, dear goddess,

source of religion, mother of faith.”

His wife wanting (a dear) sends Him away. We and

Sita were lost till Govinda sang karma yog to us.

In That ashram of egoless renunciation, Agni, lit the deep

for salvation from darkness to That satya, jyotir, amratam.

Hermits weep for the world misunderstood, “Ham so

Ham so.” Shiva answered, “Soham, tat tvam asi.”

So Gyan praised the world, “ Poornimadam, So ham

So ham.” “Bhakto, Mama Dharma,” answers Brahman.

Manu asks of Vyasa, “How hard is this universe diverse:

Purush [Prakriti : multiple] one.” God, so many stones

in the river of daily life! And Raja Ganesha, munching ladoos,

dances away the obstacles clarifying our souls for moksha.

All That Ved, the metareligious hope of seekers, is

AUM the Pranava of Prana, the arrow to Godhead.

For Hinduism is That which yokes the world to the way

In Bhakti, Karma, Gyana, Raja from atman to paratman.

(If only we open to That)

shanti, shanti, shantihi.

Hinduism is Mother’s love.

When we are children we want our mother to be the best of all mothers. If we don’t have this we are lost. As we grow we understand that our mother is human and there are many other mothers like ours. Then we begin a search for a transcendental state that explains our mother’s love for us.

Marriage offers us a chance to look at that love in giving love, and this is greater. But in this we learn to give ourselves without attachment, renouncing results. If we don’t have this we are lost. Now, given to a world of dualism, we need a deep true faith that guides us from untruth to truth, darkness to light, and mortality to immortality.

And as our ego feels itself crashing under the weight of worldly living we cry out to that transcendental love: I suffer, I suffer! So we are given vision to move us forward: we are not forsaken, we are loved deeper still than we can conceive and we belong to a greater existence than we can perceive. If we don’t have this we are lost.

Still our ego clings and our mind sees obstacles and impediments keeping us apart. Life’s complexities still overwhelm. And so yet again the mother sends to us a child (perhaps a grandchild) with whom our obstacles and the heaviness of trying is set aside by simply the act of loving doing. If we don’t have this we are lost.

All of our Vedas, however, are not a religion. Hinduism loves all of her children and she guides them all by giving an understanding of how we seek and love her. She is the mother to and for all. She teaches her children to love well together by a meta-religious understanding. It is not whether you love through a name, a scripture, or a heritage. It is that we all need to explore Profound Faithfulness, Right Action, Real Understanding, and The Way itself of seeking. Then we are not lost for we are with her and she is the hope of all.

Gitadhyanam

2008-05-02T10:30:00.000-07:00

OM. Parthaya was enlightened by bhagavan Narayana's self:

by Vyasa, ancient faithful sage, scribed in the middle of the Mahabharata,

Shower of advait nectar, goddess in eighteen chapters,

Mother Gita, I invoke again and again, oh chrysalis of lives becoming.

Namastu, Vyasa of vast intellect, eyes clear and pleasant as full blossoming lotuses,

By you, the oil of the Mahabharata filling the lamp of jnana maya, is lighted.

Onto the wish fulfilling tree of surrendered ones, who holds whip in hand,

and forms the jnana mudra, Krishna, milker of Gita nectar, Namaha.

All upanisads are as cows, the cow herder is Gopalanandanah.

Partho, the calf, enjoys clear mindedly, the milk – the Gita - nectar supreme.

Vasudeva's son, Devam, destroyer of Kamsa and Canura

Devaki's profoundest bliss, Krishna - I pra(y)ise all sentients' guru!

Bhishma and Drona are the banks, Jayadratha the water, Gandhara the blue lily,

Salya the shark, Krpa the speed of the waters, Karna the breakers,

Asvatthama and Vikarna the killer whales, and Duryodhana the whirpools.

Indeed the Pandavas crossed this battle river with the ferryman, Kesavah.

Parasara's son's [=Vyasa's] river of words bore the spotless lotus. Gita its highest fragrance,

The many plots are its stamens, Hari reveals and opens its petals.

All mind(s)ful of truth, as honeybees to nectar, daily drink it happily.

May the lotus, Mahabharata, be for the purifier of the dark ages!

Mutes speak and the lame scale mountains by its Grace.

Pra(y)ise the supreme bless’d dhyanam of the nature of wholeness [=Laksmi]!

Of Him, the gods, Brahma, Varuna, Indra, Rudra, and Marut, sing!

Of Him, chant the vedas in parts (pada krama upanishads) and in whole!

Of Him, yogi's resolved in mind meditate seeing clearly!

Whose limits are beyond surya and asurya, Lord of mine, Namah!

SatyaSoma

2008-05-02T10:29:00.000-07:00

Preface: This was given to me

The most important word is OM:

It has three parts:

ah ou m

The next most important word is: TRUTH

Truth is the thing that makes up the next word: LOVE

Truth and Love result in acceptance and then: DUTY

In Hindi these are:

TRUTH - SAT

LOVE - BHAKTI

DUTY - KARMA

OM is all of these and it is the sound that opens the door to what people call "The Self".

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The Self is you in full truth, love and performance of activities - Karma. The Self is God. When you become truthful loving and acting correctly, you become God.

When you do not do this, your Self is still God but you have stepped away from yourself.

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This is Maya - stepping away from God and yourself, you hide yourself and become an ego. This ego makes you act, sometimes right, sometimes wrong. But the ego is not bad, it too is a part of your self. Just as your hand is a part of your body; your body knows your hand but your hand does not know your body.

The purpose of Maya has been lost to most of the world. Some say it is so we can be free - to do right or wrong; some say it is to act only; some say it is for pleasure to enjoy. They are all wrong (incomplete).

It is not enough to be free. To be free is to have a road open. It is not the destination.

God does not hate us. Only a cruel God would give us a hell. Only a cruel God would tell us that if we don't behave for a wink of eternity we will be punished forever. God loves us. No one is condemned to hell. Even when we put ourselves in hell, we always get out.

We put ourselves in hell because we forget that this is Maya. We think this is the only reality.

We take pleasure in toys. All of our possessions are our toys. They are indeed for pleasure. But we are not just toys.

Maya is solely for the enjoyment of LOVE. It is an expression of LOVE, it is a manifestation of LOVE, it is LOVE manifest. Only in Maya can we truly learn to LOVE. In absolute oneness, Prajapati was alone and created. Polarity is the first duality, this manifests in Soma and Agni. Soma is the flow from Brahman, Agni is the flow to Brahman. Thus Maya unfolds.

The most important skill in the world of Maya is the ability to love. This requires simply two things:

Renunciation

Detachment

One renounces the desires and the results. This is quite difficult. On a simple level this means renounce the desire for toys. On a more difficult level one must renounce desire itself - even the desire for Truth, God, Love, etc.

One detaches from the actor and the action. On a simple level, again, this can be easy. When you dance and forget yourself, you dance well. When you love and forget yourself, you love well and have no benefit in the loving.

The combination of renunciation and detachment seem grim at first. But they reflect something deeper about Love itself. One must surrender oneself and accept life fully in order to love fully (forgiveness). If you desire something from Love you abuse (degrade) the loving. If you expect something then you do not love freely.

Because of this surrender, God is often the best - really the only - thing/person to be loved so. Children easily receive such love from their parents and thus God and children are loved in this way. Among adults there is often a failure of renunciation and detachment - in fact expected. Here love becomes qualified and less than the supreme love. But if one fully surrenders, the idea that your love will be abused is irrelevant; i.e. Gandhi, Buddha, Jesus, . . .

Love is Bhakti Yoga.

All of man's works are expressions of love. When we choose a job we are choosing how to express that love:

Doctor love through health

Priest love through spirit

Lawyer love through justice

Engineer love through creation

Teacher love through knowledge

Researcher love through revelation

and so on.

This also is true for those that seem to oppose us:

Thief love of self materially

Murderer love of self in dominance

Is there a difference between the "good" and "bad" group? - only in the aspect of empowering self vs. empowering others/all. Nobility is the expression of love guided at leading love to others. This is not selfless but self in complete mindfulness.

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In union with the skills of love one needs the ability to recognize truth. Truth is difficult to talk about because the word's meaning floats on the person speaking and the conditions under which they speak. There are a number of ways to reach truth:

Eastern Western Examples

Gyana Reason/theory math

Bhakti Faith/love religion

Karma Science/experiment physics/psychology

Rajas Method/passion logic/scientific method

This is not to say one way is better than another. Also, any single truth usually will satisfy all of these, not just one - in math one has definitions (imply faith), in religion God is said to be reasonable, in science if we don't know - guess. In method analysis we assume the method is adequate. All are entwined, they simply are ways of talking about approaches to the truth.

But you can recognize truth by some simple methods: There are two broad categories of truth - unconditional and conditional.

Unconditional truth is true regardless of where, when, by whom, etc. Commonly such truths are self-referent: Truth is. This statement must be true. Even if one were to say it was false, in being false it is therefore a truth. This is the reason why true atheism is not possible. When God is called Krishna, Jesus, etc. we qualify the meaning of truth and thus there can be dispute. But that ‘truth is’ can not be debated. Thus if our God is truth then God is.

Unfortunately self-referent truths are not very helpful in elaborating other truths that are qualified. To say “God is” is meaningless to what God is.

The qualified or conditional truths are more debatable. These are true under certain conditions. In logic: If this is true then that is true.

The conditions of qualified truths often define the truths. The easiest example is math: In scalar addition 1 + 1 = 2. In vector addition (0,1) + (1,0) = √2 at π/4 radians. A more difficult example is: If God is benevolent, the creation must be good regardless of the pain we see.

Qualified truths can be studied in the following analysis:

Is it internally consistent? Commonly people say I love God and I love to hunt. Depending on one's beliefs this may be or may not be internally consistent - does it contradict itself.

Are the qualifications valid? If one says that the proof of Jesus being God is resurrection, it is not valid unless all the people resurrected in history are God.

Are the results correct? With a lot of reasons you can prove just about anything. You have to make sure not to get lost in the reasons.

Is the qualified truth relevant? To prove I exist because I said I exist in most systems of belief is irrelevant but the topic of much discourse.

What is the time course? Eventually just about anything can be true. Are you talking about now, one million years from now…?

Does it fit what others have said? This one is tough if the "others" you choose are wrong.

Does it ring true to your experience? Remember, your experience is limited; except in mysticism.

Does it ring true to your intuition? Remember, the source of intuition is unclear.

Does it fit with your understanding of the world. Watch out for misunderstandings / misconceptions (Maya).

Does it guide you or stop you.

Special Notes:

Usually when two people or groups strongly disagree they are both right.

In the world of experience, division will lead you to truth.

In the world of ideas, union will lead you to truth.

In the world of love, oneness will lead you to truth.

In God all things are true and being is the most important truth.

Truth is Gyana Yoga.

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Action is based on truth and love as it becomes manifest. This is most difficult to understand when truth and love are applied in the action of a disjointed one. Here action is often painful to others. This type of action, of love and truth, is easiest to understand in the actions of one who is fully united into the oneness of being. This is the Buddha, Gandhi, etc.

Outside of the extremes, the understanding of action is indeed difficult. Action itself is a self-referent truth. The word implies time, causality, existence, conscience, responsibility, etc. But the action is fundamentally a discriminative process: Choose one path over another. This action is based on judgment and freedom. These can only be present in the manifest world and do not transcend our experience. Action can not be unmanifest, nor can the unmanifest act. Thus is the unmanifest manifest – Soma and Agni again.

Ethics and morality, objects of very many discourses, are the guides in helping us with our actions. Karma Yoga is simply the focus on actions (express Soma). The focus on the manifest can head one to the unmanifest. Thus, Patanjali's Yoga, and others (Somas), teach us how to develop the faculty of choice and judgment within Maya to transcend it (Agni).

The methods of choosing actions are too variant, too conditional, to set down as edicts. Thus one can choose a set of principles but discard them when the truth and love principles warrant.

Like truth, action must be considered at different levels. Among God and man, among man and man, among man and self. Understand that man here means the manifest conscience in being: man, woman, child of appropriate age, and other beings with these qualities. Another realm is man to things. This is a branch of man-man, man-God, man-self if one believes in oneness of being. To one who does not, man-things is a different relationship.

Of man and God.

It is commonly held that man should not judge God. Such a statement is irrelevant. In God's realm man's judgment is itself a creation - willfully - of God. Thus, at best God’s desire, somewhat comedic, and thus the denial irrelevant. In man's world, all knowledge is based on experience (of materials, of ideas, of God). The experience of God is frequently called the mystic fire (Agni). Those who are guided to it have first hand experience of God and the experience is considered super-sensual.

The mystic fire has been described by many people. Common properties of the fire are: Allness, Loving, Truth, Immediate, both Transcendental and here. The fire property is variously described as burning, tingling, yearning, vibrant, living, expansive, orgasmic, heightened sensitivity, envelopment. These are followed by something like, "words can not explain it".

Two groups form in the interpretation of this event (with an interesting third). Eastern philosophies hold both (all 3) views and western religions hold the two(3)in contrast. One describes the experience as an "other" supreme being becoming manifest onto us. The other group describes the experience of simply the "one" supreme being and no otherness. Fundamentally, God is outside of us or we are with God.

Both are true.

We can experience God as a child, sibling, parent, idea, etc. All things we may experience as outside. To do so, though, we need to hold onto our sense of distinct self - in this case our ego. Thus, as soon as God is experienced as an "other", know this to mean that the ego is interpreting the event. The ego then molds the event into what we want it to be. The event is true but it is filtered.

When the ego, before God, is eliminated then the experience holds no place for an "other". There is only God in total surrender of the Maya born ego.

The third interpretation is that these experiences are steps to knowing the truth and just that. "Scientists" will interpret such events as releases of "happy" chemicals in the brain. Even earlier, the Buddhist advised these could be delusions and warned against attachment to the events. This too is true. The experience of the supreme being can be a psychosis and can lead one away from the truth. This is why man must judge God - to know God.

From man's viewpoint God must meet certain criteria:

Supreme Being (tat sat)- No truth beyond it.

Truthful (cit) - having sentience

Loving (anand)- with action

often materialized as:

Omnipotent

Omniscient

Infinite

Blissful/blessing

Creative/source of being/prime cause

Eternal/undying

Merciful/just

Beautiful

…

You will note that all others are derivatives of the first three.

If a powerful, supernatural being fails to have one of these properties it is said to be a demigod or angel which can then manifest incomplete goodness (godness) or be termed evil - demons.

Thus, as man must choose a God, these criteria are used.

Demigods have a place in this creation. They too are created by God. The experience of a demigod can be very like the experience of God but the demigod's finitude demands expression as an "other", not as a "one".

The Supreme God has been called numerous things: Brahman, YaHeVaHe, the Holy Ghost, the great father/spirit, the Buddha, truth. The supreme has no name, only we experience qualities. It is one and the same no matter how you get to It or That (Tat).

The demigods will demand supplication. This will be to a name. Over such names men will war, hate, lie, covet, etc. The "good" demigods lead us towards the supreme being. The "bad" ones lead us away. But both only end up revealing the truth and thus end up at the same place - the supreme. Note that even the "good" demigods will express themselves as names - the sign of egoism. Like good teachers, the lesson transcends them. Be particularly careful of texts brought to man by angels; they are prone to imperfection. But the self in you is prone to perfection for that is the oneness in God.

What of choice? The supreme choice we have is to express our ego in God. All faiths unite in this. It is, in fact, impossible to do otherwise. We can choose to pretend to oppose the supreme being, we can choose to pretend to ignore the supreme being, we can choose to pretend to work with the supreme being, or we can choose the surrender of "we" (or "I" or ego) and thus unite with the supreme being. Regardless of our perception of what "we do", it is the supreme being that chooses. "Thy will be done" can not be negated, it is indeed, all that is done.

Absolute Freedom, you will notice, is absent except for the supreme being. Our experience of our choices guides us to or away from the Brahman experience. Without the ego all of "our" choices are meaningless. With the ego "our" choices are reflections of incomplete unity with the one being - a dichotomy that demands there is something outside of God and therefore demands God is finite. This is acceptable to the secularist who personifies God; but not to the secularist that identifies God as truth which is, in turn, all encompassing including our sense of ego.

Choosing effectively is a search for the union of the Brahman bound mystic fire (Agni) and the mystic manbound river (Soma). These flow all around us, we have only to open the mystic eye. This is both easy and difficult. It should be attempted at least a few times in a lifetime - this is Raja Yoga.

Of Man to Man

The relationship of man to man is quite confounded. Conditions of time, space, knowledge, and others make specific statements fundamentally impossible. However it is the essence of humanity.

When man starts to develop, as a baby or as a species, man remains undifferentiated from the being. This is, of course, naive; but it is profound as that naiveté is the opening into being one and many. As man develops, the first other apprehended is its mother. Fertility is female. The fruit experiences this. This is a warmth of belonging peace, anandam in this other.

The next experience is biologic satisfaction - food, warmth, caressing, sensory stimuli, followed by the male function of power. The other that provides but is further out than the female function. Certainly for many societies this distinction is personified. Unfortunately, the distinction can become abstract only (family perspective - the roles become confused and identity with karma is lost). In history this is the process of developing society and then structuring it (evolutionary perspective - fertility of creative woman and the executive man combined).

Once the basic infrastructure is established the individual grows. The child explores. The infrastructure, however, limits the growth potential. The study of this focuses on the mind. The constructs of mind are many. The anatomy of the brain becomes more defined each day. The basic dualist description is internal vs. external. The boundaries debated. The compartmentalist divide by structural anatomy vs. functional physiology, boundaries also debated.

The brain reflects the development of the mind and vice versa. We do not evolve without the outside world, nor it without us. The structures and functions are interwoven. The brain and mind don't debate, they do. Societies are also ultimately pragmatic.

An individual is not a discrete entity. We are each made of components that flow through us and the collation of those become the individual. The major components are: spiritual, intellectual, intuitive, communicative, perceptive, effective, sustaining, creative, integrative.

The major axes of assessing and using the components are temporal, spatial, essential, complexity, filtering, focusing, pragmatic, on/off, and impedance.

Some believe that individuals are mortal, others immortal. Some believe in reincarnation or resurrection. These are concerns of ego prone individuals. The appearance of ego is the sum of the components with various weighting along the axes. The sum is variable within the limits of these properties. The components etc. transcend the ego form. The ego form is both mortal and immortal, it is reincarnated and resurrected. But it is variable across experience. That variation is at times felt as birth, death, life, after life, pre-life, etc. but all of these events are processes innate and a consequence of these components/axes.

Understanding this is easier in life than in words. In practical life we segregate these components into fields of study. The broad splits are religious, physical sciences, social sciences, humanities, mathematics, and trade skills. Education becomes the development of these components within us allowing us to explore ourselves and our world. It is important to understand that all individuals synthesize this education in daily life normally. Academically we like to keep them apart because they have variant methods and foci. All attain to the same thing and none is "superior" to the other.

A person chooses a path in one of these because they feel comfortable in it - their individual ego is attracted to it. The ego effect on these is based on three qualities or meta-axes: truth, action, discipline (Satwa, Tamas, Rajas).

Trade skills, mathematics and physical sciences are quite nicely defined, and, when appropriate, redefined in our cultures. These fields though, give one a strength that should not be underestimated and thus should be pursued vigorously.

Religion, social sciences and humanities are, on purpose, less well defined. They have ambiguous boundaries and rules and enjoy interacting with each other. All deal with the fuzzy side of the human interpretive.

Religion is the process by which man identifies with the divine. Divinity is variably defined. Religions fall into three types: The divinity is a demigod, the divinity is an idea, the divine is the supreme being. This is an awareness not a context (or construct).

Examples of religions that are of demigods are all religions committed to a named entity: Vaishnavism, Shaivanism, Durga worship, Mazda worship, christianity as Jesus worship, Allah worship (as opposed to God worship) some forms of “holy book” worship, etc. This form of religion believes in a specific physical manifestation of God and thus idolizes images of it. This form of religion is powerful because people like to have concrete pragmatic beliefs. It is weak because it depends entirely on the ego interpretation of the idol and is thus prone to significant error. The classic error of such religions is persecution of other religions. As the discriminative mind attaches to a particular form it devalues other forms. All religions that have favored this approach have persecuted others. Although our current world sees muhammedenism doing this most often, the single religion to do this the most thus far in history is christianity. The historical record is reinterpreted to make it appear not so, but a sincere look will confirm this.

Examples of religions where the divinity is an idea are secularism, Confucianism, theosophism, qualified dualism. Here a worshipper demands greatness in depth in essence of the idol. Bounding the idol is the weakness of this form, its strength is the liberation of the individual. Note historically that this form of religion arises particularly when the first class of religions has turned bright humanity into a dark age. Here is the human demand that God is not a dead idol/lump of clay or gold, but a being as a living idea. Here is also, often, the claim that there is nothing more than what we see if we see deeply enough.

Examples of the third class of religions are mysticism, Vedanta, Buddhism, Taoism, and various religions of native peoples scattered throughout the world. The weakness of these religions is a supreme demand on all faculties of the worshipper - belief, logic, mind, body. This is difficult for many. Thus this form has only few true worshippers. All idolized beings are worshippers of this form of religion. The rest lag behind. The strength of this form is that it is true - and finally it simply is.

Humanities and the social sciences are secular branches of religions often in the second form. The humanities attempt an approximation of the third form. Politics is the transition of power (poor to rich, rich to poor, weak to strong,…). Economics is one form of power and a process of valuation. Culture is the expression of these forms.

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Our history has been a process of liberating the individual from the bounds of our ego. This battle began unformed and naive, it expressed the fertility and power of being, it empowered a few, it enslaved many. The many cut off the limb that called itself "God's hand" (mysticism), then the many took the power of the kings (democracy). Now the many eagerly liberate from the bonds of fiscal lords (self employment, etc), and finally, as we understand our minds, we will liberate from our egos (developmental neuropsychology).

This history is called the Udgita - a song of oneness and the highest song sung by the demigods to declare the being of the supreme being. The instruments of the Udgita are the qualities satwa, tamas, rajas. The words of the Udgita are ours. The themes are truth, love and action.

If you, or anybody, chants the AUM you will hear the Udgita in your body. Focus the chant that the vibrations may be felt in your abdomen, heart, and head, then try moving it to the face, neck, chest, and limbs.

Thus will you open to the supreme.

Thus will you step to the supreme.

This is Yoga

Shanti, shanti, shantih.

Israel

2008-05-02T10:27:00.000-07:00

Israel’s creation was undoubtedly brute colonialism violating the property rights of the indigenous peoples. The creation of Islamic states was likewise. This is not in question. The contemporary question: if Arabs stop bombing Israel, will Israel stop bombing Arabs? Or: If Israel stops bombing Arabs, will Arabs stop bombing Israel?

Observe Mohamed. Mecca, in his time, was a mercantile city that allowed differing beliefs and customs. Mohamed grew up a trader on a major free trade route in a multicultural, pluralistic society. Upon his islamisation, Mohamed and the army of his followers, swords in hand, sieged undefended Mecca with the threat - join us or die. Naturally, that is by force, Mecca surrendered. Since Mecca’s surrender, through ethnic cleansing, forced conversion (by sword or economic pressure), exile, or faith based conversion, Mecca became a monoculture.

Thus as Mohamed and Mecca are the central models of just behavior in Islam, we expect Islamists to siege Israel, the US, India, the Philippines, Indonesia, Somalia, Iraq or anywhere else that does not surrender to their monoculture. Certainly attacks on pluralism are not unique to Islam. Other abrahamic religions do the same. We note that Buddhist monks, Hindu priests, etc never marched ‘god’s armies’ into their neighbors’ homes. But the ignored obvious fact is that the world has always been multicultural and peace comes only with ideological pluralism.

Israel being a tribal group understands that it needs to survive. This monoculture promotes the validity of plurality by accepting that other tribes have the right to survive. It allows masques within its holy cities and allows other religious denominations to practice freely in its state.

The answer: The Arabs will not stop while the Israelis well might. This is why the US and other open societies must support Israel and any outpost of multiculturalism and pluralism. Some Islamists (and Christians) see the support of such ideologies as infidelity. Some do not. There are quite a few pundits talking about tolerance as a major part of Islam. Indeed I, and I hope all true Muslims, welcome the day when Islamic core doctrine demands ideological pluralism and the good Muslims force Mecca to open to all forms of worship – at least those that don’t physically endanger others. Then those of us that carry the history of Christo-Islamic oppression can believe that the Arabs (and perhaps the rest of the Islamic world) – then affirmed multiculturalists - will not bomb Israel if Israel stops bombing them. Until then the history of these monocultures goes on in its bloody way.

When Heaven is Full of Murderers, Thieves, and Rapists, earth is Hell

2008-05-02T10:26:00.000-07:00

I am a flawed. I am flawed because I begin with I and my consciousness is limited. I embrace this flaw because it was given to me by that being that is neither flawed nor limited. By this gift I participate with what little I am.

I question our fellow flaweds. As you kill me for Christ, Allah, or country, do you go to heaven? As you steal from and impoverish me, does heaven embrace you? As you rape the earth, her sons and daughters, do heaven’s trumpets flare? You must know that God forgives my sins and enlightens me through accountability. This is the way of indigenous religions. Do you understand this?

In Christianity and Islam, where is justice for terrorist and terrorized? In your ego-glorifying religions entry to eternal heaven through the worship of name is the only cause. Your salvation is thus without accounting: you kill, steal, and rape – sacrifice humans - for your god. You are terrorists, Aztecs with missiles. In my indigenous religion I know, fail, and face god. All indigenous religions teach full responsibility to God. That terrorism risen in our religions from flawed persons quickly dies – our teaching stops it. This is the way of indigenous religions.

But Christo-Islamic history glorifies terrorists who every century kill one culture after another, steal from them, and rape their children (and your own). You call them heroes. Today you still kill each other and us – you lack Gandhi’s spiritual heroism.

Terrorism ends when popes, ministers, elders, imams, ayatollahs, and mullahs chant a single fatwa: humans who kill, steal, rape, or harm in god’s name go to hell! Why do you wait? Why don’t your leaders shout: killers, thieves, and rapists gain no heaven? Why don’t your teachers preach: heaven is denied to murderers, thieves and rapists? When heaven is full of murderers, thieves, and rapists, Earth is hell.

Perhaps your young religions cower, lacking the moral courage to condemn evil. Perhaps you worship Power over Truth and Love. (Your religions condemn my religion and all indigenous religions; you are certainly not too humble to speak for god.) Perhaps you want the power, wealth, and pleasure gained through murders, thefts, and rapes. As such you want evil. As such, you serve a demon, not a god.

My flaws are before you. I humbly sin by concluding God’s creation is flawed in your religions. Perhaps from ignorance, not arrogance, you worship a demon. Or perhaps your god welcomes you into a demon-ruled ‘heaven’. Indeed, demon worshipers, like you, celebrate the selfish, egotistical, ethnocentric murderers, thieves, and rapists.

I am wrong; God is just. Your ‘heaven’ is hell; Earth, The Existence, is Heaven. This is the Heaven of indigenous religions, one within the transcendent and imminent God of Truth, Bliss, and Moral Responsibility - even while being martyred by your beloved terrorist. I pray and know some day you will worship God and join ahimsa for the true hero fights with truth (satyagraha) and always without harm (ahimsa). This is the mercy of God.

VALUES

2008-05-02T10:25:00.000-07:00

Advaita is not a word most Americans know. We have heard the concept but without the word our ability to discuss our lives is hampered. It is now time to come to terms. Advaita is Sanskrit. It is the negation of division. A - Dvaita. The words undivided, unified, singular wrap around the concept of Advaita. But the principle of Advaita is quite deep with a long history justifying its inclusion in English. It points to physical matter as being in a state of differentiation and yet undifferentiated, as atoms and strings. It points to ecologies that are local, global, and transcendental, as the web of life in which we are responsible actors. It points to life itself that is interlocked and free of the physical world, as prions and viruses span the gulf from non-living to the living. It points to death as knowable and unknowable, as the cessation of the brain and the feeling of a love lost. It points to cultures as competitive but synergistic, as America. It points to the words of man for God, as the One that is called by multiple names. It is the basis of coming to terms with our selves, our actions, our loves, and our creations.

But I am not writing this to introduce you to Advaita. Rather, instead of giving lip-service to being for values, Advaita must be called upon when we look at our world and ask what are values. Whether it is that no man is an island, the golden rule, or compassion to all living beings, we all call upon advaita to guide us. In this time of turmoil, when division has beset our nation and thence spilled over into our neighbors’ worlds, we must look back at what our values are. It is not sufficient to state we are “for values.” We must identify the source of those values and learn to live them well. We are circumscribed by social relativism. This disallows serious discussion of values. We are goaded by ethnic and religious condescension. This creates strife. Yet the social relativist seeks unity in the principles of social behaviors (utilitarianism…) while the Priest, Mullah, and Monk call upon the great individuals that have championed advaita to humanity (Krishna, Lao Tse, Buddha, Jesus, Mohammed). Indeed, our forefathers began this country with the advaitic principle that all men are created equal.

How does harkening back to the one source of all rivers, advaitism, lead one to act now? The other is us. Is that too obtuse? The American soldier that kills an Iraqi that wants to kill an American are, from their respect of boundaries, both locked in fratricide. The society that exploits the earth not as a responsibility but as an expendable, from lack of awareness of the eco-net, makes itself expendable. The group that kills the children of others (wars) will kill its own (abortions). The people that create laws to discriminate (amendments that regulate who can love whom) will find themselves discriminated against (and emptied of love). Those that judge shall be judged. Not because God is ready to condemn us to hell, but because we exist in an advaitic universe and as we treat others, so are we justly treated. As a friend of mine recently told me, “don’t sh— where you eat.” You may think you will get away with it but it is your children that will suffer for what you have precedented in your time here.

We have to stop playing word games (we hold values valuable…) and using nonsensical labels (liberals and conservatives) as if they define a person. .Advaita is an old word from a very old world. This is not proof of irrelevancy but rather that this is a very important construct we must throughout time re-emphasize. Today we enter a century within which one man will be capable of destroying our human world. The more we understand energy, the more efficient we become – in living and killing. If we do not confront our elementary thoughts on values, if we continue to believe pre-emptive strikes are values, if we believe that our way is better than the other guy’s way, if we ostracize our brothers and sisters for choices we would not make, if we spend more time developing careers than families, if we consume more than we contribute, if we fail to embrace the advaita of unity in diversity; we will in this century restart evolution. Even to the understanding that all churches, mosques, and temples can be sources of good and evil. Even to the understanding that all societies can be sources of good and evil. Even to the understanding that all persons can be the sources of good and evil. Even to these things we must attune and cause ourselves to embrace advaitism and in so doing look beyond religion, society, and badness in men. This must be the value that we point to when we say we are for values.

We must in this century abandon military action (thou shalt not kill) and embrace Satyagraha. We must stop using religion as a reason to kill (thou shalt not take the lords name in vain) and embrace the universality of the divine that so many sufferers find in their own religious paths. We must abandon trade that is exploitive (thou shalt not steal) and embrace truly free trade. We must abandon governments and institutions that make decisions in secret (thou shalt not bear false witness) and embrace open and free democratic nations and corporations. We must abandon the desire to out-consume each other (thou shalt not covet your neighbor’s wife, things, or oil) and embrace economic simplicity. We must abandon our historical ignorance (thou shalt honor thy parents) and embrace our future by understanding our past. In short we must, now more than any other time in history, value the oneness of this world. This is advaita and why we must incorporate it into our minds and hearts.

FREE TRADE

2008-05-02T10:24:00.000-07:00

There is a lot of rubbish for sale. Some of the rubbish needs to look nice since it is never going to be used, some of it is services you would never want, much of the rubbish however is stock. Of course, wherever there is a market, there is a salesperson and this tends to increases the amount of rubbish in our environment creating rubbish pollution. We talk about free trade in terms of materials going back and forth across a border. We talk of free trade as a way of enhancing our distribution base and thus our market place. We talk about free trade as a way of providing services through out-sourcing. We talk about free trade and open markets as if we can make them into what ever we want – more rubbish. Indeed free trade was never meant to be a principle. It is always meant to be an actuality. It has much less to do with scientific economic theory and much more to do with what is actually happening. Theories like Wealth of Nations and the Communist Manifesto try to grasp what is actual. Free markets, free trade, Marxism are not comments of what aught to be, but rather descriptions of what people have seen. Let us look honestly at what free trade means.

We think of free trade in terms of flow of goods. We understand that goods are produced by worker time (wages). When we buy a hamburger or export missiles, it is the product of our time. It us ultimately our time we sell or somebody else’s time we buy. Human labor is fundamental to any process, shining stones, building machines, and treating illnesses. Money only represents the abstract value of our time. Thus how do we trade time in a free way.

A couple of hundred or so years ago, people spoke of free trade as a dropping of interstate taxation, thus founding this nation on federalism. The central principle of federalism was that states have separate economies and political interests. These ultimately would war with each other and thus weaken each other. This principle remains true today. Political boundaries inhibit trade. Wars result from such inequity. Thus free trade must be without political boundaries. But this must mean the free exchange of goods, services, and labor. So long as any part of an economy is closed, free trade does not exist. Primary in this process of free trade is the allowance of moving labor force. This does reduce the cost of labor and it allows the labor to move away from poor markets to better markets. People (and large corporations) fear globalism out of self-interest, but this fear is indeed cowardice. Cowardice is running away from a fight or fixing a fight. The so called anti-globalist oppose free trade that uses boundaries to exploit one labor force or set of rules against another. This inequity must be nullified by the removal of migrational borders. This is no less radical than the creators of the USA creating a federalist government for the peace and security of a people.

The efficiency of a market is based on competition and cooperation. Some see competition as catharsis - that a corporation that does not compete well should be removed from the market place. A corporation that is not working well is inefficient or is not useful to the community, its demise is positive. We see competition in a very positive sense. We see competition in terms of war. We understand competition in terms of inequity and we understand that competition is best suited for those who are already in privilege. But what is the result of a competition between a 300 pound guerilla versus a 5-year-old human being – is this catharsis, inefficiency? Is this a law of nature? Natural selection is not for survival but success. Success can mean survival but also self sacrifice. In society success suggests that competition is not in killing the weakest, but in caring for the weakest. Such a society, in claiming no one is left behind place success as survival of the community. They claim compassion as a source of the society. This sense of competition can improve social values and is not an end value in itself. It follows that a society may promote, measure, and control economic competition to improve the society. The ultimate success would be the recruitment of a greater labor force due to better administrative structures etc.. Societies that could not support this would be forced into the marketplace by open migration, this would in turn force them to improve their administrative structures to retain the ultimate resource – the population. This, then promotes equality and peace.

Cooperation is seen as a pretty tutee fruity pleasant idea of the 60s. However, cooperation is fundamental to life. All of us carry non-human DNA without which we could not survive. Without us, our symbiotic mitochondrial DNA would not survive. There is no competition, only cooperation. If a species overexploits an ecosystem, that species dies out as the resources die out. In species, factories, or societies, the foundation of economic growth is not in the destruction of the enemy, but rather a creation of diversities. This diversification of markets through cooperation stabilizes the species, economy, etc. Cooperation also entails responsibility. If a society pollutes into anther society, the first must be responsible for the clean up. If I throw sewage on my neighbors land this is neither competitive nor cooperative. It is simply wrong. Thus in cooperation with my neighbors I must have civil agreements of not polluting in their air, water, land, genes, etc. Cooperation mandates a conservative (conservationist) environmental policy against pollution. And when pollution is unavoidable, the polluter is fully responsible for the clean up. If the cost of clean up is too great, the enterprise needs to be abandoned. Cooperation also mandates renewability. If I destroy a resource for ever, I deplete it without regard to its future uses. In so doing I lack the moral will to cooperate with future generations that claim equal right to the world. Of course we all know that growth is desirable but our numbers that measure growth do not measure the commensurate decay imposed on the resources of the world. I would love to run a business that doesn’t measure costs only income, it certainly would feel good until I had destroyed my resources. In balance sheet of non-responsible, non-renewable usage, there is only a diplomatic face to exploitive inequity, not a system to promote free trade.

Thus free trade must have a goal to increase competition (the actual number of competitors) and cooperation with the respective values of the society. But the word freedom entails certain restrictions on what we mean by free trade. Freedom suggests an environment of openness and knowledge - secret deals are not free trade. Freedom exists in environment without coercion - trades made by unequals are not free. Freedom entails the ability to walk away and have alternatives - mandates are not free. Free trade indeed demands goods be exchanged without rules and regulations. It is to allow services to move as the services are needed and to allow labor to move as labor is needed. In fact free trade must violate political boundaries, economic tariffs, knowledge inequities and must maximize individual freedoms. A laborer in Mexico not allowed to labor in the United States does not have free trade. A producer of goods in America compelling a Vietnamese woman to buy American goods does not have free trade. Those who see free trade with boundaries in place use false words to enforce special interest rather than seek to create an environment of free trade. Until people, goods, and services are free to move, we have at best a system of trade designed to promote the powerful and wealthy and thereby reduce free trade. Free trade is self propagating and controlled trade propagates inequity.

This standard of free trade may seem radical. It was radical when the federalists founded this country and established states as free trade zones without taxation boundaries. Back then it was a radical thought for those who wanted to control trade. The founders wished to solve the problem of Europe: the wars that had plagued it through the centuries, the antipathy between cultures in Europe, and the narrow-mindedness of the leadership of Europe. It is a radical thought to tell one’s leadership that my interests lie in freedom from your control and that freedom should entail economic with political mobility.

It is that same idea that free trade proposes to the modern world. We must allow a free movement of peoples. We must allow the free movement of goods. We must allow the free movement of services. When we are rich, it is difficult for us to accept that we may have to compete on a fair basis on those that are less off. We feel we have nothing to gain, but perhaps we do. If the market does expand, diversify, and allow individual freedom of movement, then we increase freedom itself and we hand to our own children and a future more free and more safe. If people are integrated into the world markets, it becomes very difficult to have wars. Indeed the wars won are won upon this social coming together. This profound radicalism is true for the world as it is true for the US. The more divided we are, the less free we are to trade with each other, the more likely we are to war with each other. This is, after all, why gluttony is a mortal sin.

The fear of free trade is one to protect our special status. This is cowardice and greed at its’ most subtle. If we fail to embrace equality and freedom of trade, indeed we will not pass through the gates of heaven any more than a camel pass through the eye of a needle, and in this we will fall into the footnotes of history as free trade passes us by.

THE RIGHT OF WAR

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All wars are sin. They are born with sin. They end in sin. They create sin. To engage in war is to engage in demolition of personal freedom, to state with lethal force that my rights, desires, and wishes are more valuable than yours. For centuries, kings, churches, masques, and opportunists sought reason for a just war. They have fought and sought to justify the mutilation of human beings, rape of women and children, annihilation of societies, abuse of prisoners, and in the end to justify their own egotistical socioeconomic interests. This is evil, plain and simple. You cannot justify these but by ignorance. Self-defense does not justify these things. Defense of my body does not justify the killing or the rape of 15,000 people. Neither the defense of a thousand people nor the killing of 3,000 people justifies the obliteration of 100,000 lives. It is wrong. You can avert your eyes from the moral sin of war but it still stains your spirit. It is ever present. There are those that call for just battles. They shout that the war is not just, but, they offer, that there are just ways of fighting – the means and the ends must be the same. Most such visionaries walked the earth without family, obligations, financial or political interests. They surrender their interests to promote their sense of right. This is called satyagraha and has supporters as Gandhi, Jesus, King, etc. This is not ever present but needs to be sought by the clear hearted.

When human freedoms arise, there are conflicts of interest and this is the basic nature of war. If the conflict of interest can be resolved by a system of justice, it ends. When the conflict can not be resolved in an agreed upon manner, injustice prevails and war begins. A compassionate people acquires an obligation to understand when we participate in and condone a great injustice, a great evil for our interests. The only conclusion must be that our principles have led us to evil. Something is wrong with our principles.

Self defense is the most frequent justification for war (even by Nazis), and most agree that self defense is legitimate. But when the consequence denies life to children and the innocent, as does in our world, then self defense is an empty rationalization. This is why killing civilians is not just. This is why the European armies marched on each other, men shooting at men shooting in a ridiculous attempt to nobilify war. But once men hide behind corporate headquarters and cause starvation, or launch missiles from thousands of miles away it is without discrimination for the child that may be there. In shamefully covering the stain of sin on our spirits, it is called collateral damage. The fear of facing our enemy while using weapons that kill innocent and guilty without prejudice is cowardice. Cowardice is not a sign of a just war.

When you are attacked, indeed you must fight back. Evil, as it propagates, looks for weakness and will attack those that do not fight. This can happen in military wars and elections. If a man makes war on an innocent and is reelected, then that society makes wars on innocence and it is a spiritually corrupt society. If a man makes friends with monarchs and is reelected that society is corrupt in its principles towards democracy. If a man says that I will attack not the source of the problem, but some weaker old enemy, that man has great cowardice and moral weakness. If he is reelected, the society has moral weakness and great cowardice. When a man says “whatever it takes,” he means the killing of thousands more children, the deployment of thousands more troops to die for an unjust war, and the ruination of two societies: The loser for they have lost their life, and the winner for they have lost their spirit. The serfs of an autocratic society may have no fault in an unjust war. A democratic society that re-elects a killer is a killing society.

No society is perfect. They say we are defending ourselves, they say the other is evil; they say this was the only way. None of this is true. We do not support troops ordered to bomb civilian populations (whether they be native Americans or in another land). We do not support troops that torture people (whether their commanding officer allowed them to or not). We do not support troops that kill children (even if the populations they are fighting are mostly children). We do not support troops that decapitate people (whether a knife or missile). We support troops that fight for peace (not just American or Iraqi). We support troops that hold the courage to die for peace and not kill simply because they are ordered to do so. We support troops that understand their role in hell is to be the least hellacious possible.

We are not a peaceful people. Of course we want to see ourselves this way, but it is not true. We say we purchased this land from the natives, we genocidally stole it. We say we only fought wars to defend ourselves, we used war to defend our economic interests and create unfairness. We chose to kill thousands of our own people rather than allow a cessationist movement to succeed. We chose to use nuclear force when no other nation has similarly chosen to “end a war early.” We chose the sword. We live by the sword. The last years have shown us that we will die by the sword if we do not change our ways.

Do we really support democracy? Why aren’t Kuwait and Saudi Arabia democracies? These two countries have the greatest likelihood of succeeding as democracies in the middle east. They have the wealth and the educational frameworks. Yet though we rescue them, they do not become democracies. Would they not be shining examples of democracy in the Islamic world? Imagine every Muslim making a journey to Mecca and seeing not only the holiest shrine of Islam but also the most democratic nation in Islam. Our leaders have failed. They do not support democracy. They make war with the starved remnants of Iraq. The money, logistics, and support for Al Qaeda come form the wealthy not the poor and oppressed of Saddam. We supply huge amounts of supplies for war. We train the warriors of other nations, including until recently the Taliban. We support monarchs and we sow injustice. If this continues, then the just war will be the war that attacks us. I do not believe that this is the will of the people. But re-electing a leader with such a low moral sense ends the peoples’ claim to the moral right.

There is a way to fight wars in a just manner – satyagraha. The last century repeatedly demonstrated the power of this method. Our leaders chose to forget this lesson of history because of their own cowardice and lack of imagination. Since we are a democracy, the evil of our leadership falls on our spirits. We understand that economic engagement is a prevention of war, but this is an engagement of equals, not control, and we have not chosen to promote equality. We understand that emotional and intellectual engagement promotes peace, but we have not engaged in this kind of dialogue. We understand that our principles of liberty, equality and the pursuit of freedom are universals. We must invite others to join them, to enable their migration from medieval thought to modern thought. This is indeed the greatest American gift to human civilization, but this is not what our government have pursued.

Since Ashoka, Gandhi, King and Mandela, the world has understood there are better ways to war. It takes courage to face injustice with justice, to take our enemy as our friend, to do onto others as we would wish them to do on to us. To fail to do so is to engage in an unjust war. To do so with an enemy that is weak is cowardice. To engage in a war with justice on our side, to fight for what is right, with the methods that are just means victory in peace. We did not need to sacrifice our own to gain peace. Now with the start of an unjust war, we are committed to create justice. We will send more troops to Iraq to guarantee the safety of the Iraqi people – not the safety of our troops. We will spend billions of dollars more to recreate the Iraq on whose coffin we hammered the nails of sanctions then bombs. We will not do these things because Bush and Hussein created an unjust war. We will do these things because we have learned from our past injustices – from those who trespassed against us and became friends and from those we trespassed against and forgave us. We do this because it is the right thing to do now. And, one day, we wish to stand before god and say - we made the world better by acting justly even to our own sacrifice.

Sometimes war does require military action. But if whole oppressive societies can be changed by the vision of freedom (nations and slaves), then a single oppressive persons can be changed by acting in justice. If the end of a person can be brought out by a war, then the goodness of an enemy can be brought out only by a peace in justice. We are not committed to evil. We war on a nation, on a people who lie in their own beds while the real enemy sleeps two doors over. It is nice to say that we have re moved an evil from power, but justice must be measured. It is not a right of war to kill 15,000 people to remove one. Indeed it belittles the courage of America to become killers without justice. The pre-emptive war is evil because it is so often based on what people want to believe rather than what is true. This has happened to us. We have been drawn to commit evil. To condone or continue in this path is to end the meaning of Democracy and to end the meaning of freedom and to end what the founders of this nation chose for its people.