Tough Day
I have made a lot of mistakes in my years on this planet. I come from a first generation American dysfunctional family and married into a Mayflower dysfunctional family. The most painful part is that no matter how hard I tried to break the chain, I did not succeed. Today was a tough day. I can feel my heart breaking. The reality is that all my worries are pointless: If there’s a solution, I have no need to worry. If no solution exists, what’s the point in worrying? Yet because this is family, I feel laden?
My Unhappy story starts back several generations, all of whom are dead. I am a human being and flawed. I never recognized that I was not using my time with my family wisely. I do not have all the juicy stories. I only have the stories that happened when I was present.
There is a thread from my Grandfather about the Bolsheviks and the Mensheviks. All sides of my family were liberal and believed that the revolution by the Mugziks, the peasants, to upturn their slave status, was a good thing. The Mensheviks did not win
My parents fled the Bolsheviks and the Russian Revolution. The Revolutionaries came to my Grandfathers house and put a gun to his head. “You have three hours to get as far away from here or I am going to line you up and shoot you all. We want your house and land.” My mother was the oldest of eleven children. My Grandmother, my mother’s mother had the courage to take a few valuables and started walking through Russia, from whatever small town between St Petersburg and Kiev to the closest river. I guess it took a few years until the three surviving children arrived at Ellis Island. My Fathers family came via Vienna because of their mercantile history in the Kosher Foods Business and arrived in New York City in the same year.
The two were so glad to be alive. Their gratitude to America was deep and strong. My father joined the armed forces and they gave him a test and he got a perfect score. You can imagine that was magic for both my father and the country that both saved his life and gave him the possibility for a long and grand future. He became all clearance Intelligence with an office deep underground in a concrete fortress. He is not here to tell me exactly what exact part of what state but he did take me to his office. I have clear visual memory along the concrete halls. His desk was a government issue metal hunk painted a dark green with a rounded corner surface.
He flew the undercover government line just like a Hawk. He was a tough smart man. He was asked to work with the Navaho Nation to set up the Code Whispers.
I remember biting into my first big ripe red tomato on that reservation. The Army guy had a big beige cowboy hat, the tall kind with a widish turned brim bend down and handed it to me, then stood up and smiled. No words passed from him to me. Just his reaching toward me with a lovely Beefsteak. Were did that Jersey tomato come from? Were we in front of a gas station food store in the vast Arizona desert? I turned around in a 360 degree circle taking in the vast reddish dusty earth. My parents green panel truck stood out in the distance. We got back into the truck and drove off down the roadless expanse to the Chiefs small brick house complete with a pointed black tack tar roof. It was built right on the earth. I remember my looking down in surprise since this was the first house I had been in that did not have flooring.
My parents got along beautifully with the Chief and his wife. My mother gave me the ring which the Chief had given to my father. I have worn it when I was traveling on to Navaho territory 10 years ago when I was crossing the country. My father worked with the Chief in choosing the members of the tribe who would serve with the Marines and other military forces. Tonight I saw the movie about the service of the Navaho Nation in 1943 Saipan. The part my father played does not appear since he was completely invisible!
Naive Peace
Naive
It looks like I mistook Beef Stew for Prime Rib, yet again. Am I the only woman that has this loop action and reaction to social life with people? I am struggling to see the boundaries between the Layers of thought.
What is the Undercurrent of ‘a thought’?
Who is this person who is trying to find a mind body space to slip into for clarity of consciousness? How can I turn on the inner light, direct my mind, and find in that space an insight or knowledge of Peace? I want to know the meaning of peace as an integral part of all life. When will I start recognizing a pattern? What is the texture and size of the meat in the beef stew? My teeth now the difference as they sink into a bite of rare prime rib.
How do I manage to starve the desire that allows me to settle for the Beef Stew rather than wait until I recognize the nice juicy steak? Action is what is needed to starve the ‘seed’ thought at the root. I feel like I am on fire! I must Stop, Drop, and Roll to change the programming information to my amygdalae. It is this emotional learning, with an aspect of fear conditioning, that resonates, causing stimulation of adverse memories that predict the long term signaling of this little almond shaped part of our human brain.
The present moment, the scene that is going on right now, is what must be realized, with an emphasis “on being here now”.
I am reaching toward the Gnostic rather than the dense personal identifier. So how realized can we be?
This moment could snap a complete realization in both the direction of particles and the music of Nature. I am listening to the Music of the Spheres.
Be Here Now. Here is another practical aspect of Mindfulness or attention to the Gap moment between the seed or root of thought and the brain. The value is being able to register that particular thought.
Like all of the steps you make when purchasing an airplane ticket.
Think about what you really want. Imagine that week after week as this dance with one another.
Happy Now? There Is More To Living Than Being Alive: (Coding)
Alexithymia…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHG-9ohsv4Y
Time To Upgrade Your Emotional Operating System And Find Out That There Is More To Living Than The Digital On/Off Codes
Welcome
Find a comfortable position in your seat
and take a slow deep breath.
Look around you and see where you are in the room.
Look on either side of your seat. Say hello to your neighbors on both sides and in front and behind you.
Take a moment to realize that you are safe here. You are with a trustworthy and knowledgeable person leading this group.
You have chosen to come here because you are interested in Upgrading Your Emotional Operating System with all the implications of this process.
Now let’s start: Start with a few easy breaths Out and In. Just listen to the air going in, then a moment of stasis, circulating with grace, then out in an easy release. Allow yourself to feel relaxation as the is air going out. In with all the energy you need and out to relax. You can close your mouth and just breathe in and out through your nose. (Take a moment to clear your nasal passages if you need to).
As you breathe in feel the energy coming in from the surrounding air as the ‘Oxygen’, that active ingredient in air, brings you energy you need to function . As you breathe out send that oxygen to the places in your body that are in tension. Relax with your out breath, a little bit more with each breath. You are a living being which by your own power of thought, you send the air to go to the places where you are tight. Change the habit of holding tension in your diaphragm.
Find an easy natural rhythm. Find YOUR Natural relaxed Rhythm. Each one of us here has our own individual drum beat, One Two, or One Two and Three, Or perhaps One Two Three Four. Find the song in your heart, your rhythm and let out a slow sigh.
Now Breath in and find that you, yourself, are comfortable in your seat. Say Welcome Home and breath out and let yourself relax. Let us take a minute to Just Take in air and let it out and with the out release out a little more tension.
The action of ‘breathing out’ works to remove the dark particles that are stuck on your insides. Breath out the not needed stuff. There is a science fact about this, but we can put that investigation on hold for the time being, and use this time to breathe in and out.
The next breath you take IN, feel the sense of lightness moving across your forehead and down your arms and legs. As you breath OUT allow the action of your breath to move down your body and remove the tension in your limbs.
As you breath in and out, doing this easily, you are allowing the crashing of the air molecules within your body to break apart and to circulate the free electron ion into being, bringing you energy.
The next breath you direct your breath-thought to feeling your body on the seat. You are strong and safe and in-touch with your body getting the oxygen it needs to have energy and health in both body and mind.
Feel the Oxygen go to your eyes. Close your eyes and feel all the tension from the usual visual pointed focusing action slip away. As you breath in, allow the curtain of your eyelids to droop down. Let your eye muscles stop the sizzling seeing pulse. Close your eyes. What do you see on the screen? Take a minute and look at what is projected on the screen of your closed eyelids.
Blink a few times. Now let’s do the clock with our eyeballs. First look as far UP as possible without moving your chin then look as far DOWN, then to Three O’clock and over to Nine O’clock. Then repeat Top, Bottom, Left, Right. Now start at 12 O’clock and go around, now stopping at 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and return to 12. If you want repeat. Now go in reverse from 12 to 11 and so forth back to 12.
Check your breathing. Relax and find your rhythm return. Close your eyes and feel your body comfortable in your seat.
What season is it today? When you close your eyes what color do you see? What are the smells of this season? What do you smell now.
Close your eyes again and imagine you are in paradise. Where is your personal paradise? Is it out in nature or in a styling designer living room?
One way to understand what part tension has played in our everyday living is to see that our ability to speak from our inner self has been silenced. From the seat of our emotions we have lost the search engine to the dictionary that would be able to have a conversation, one to one, with ourselves. This is a tragic loss, this loss of diction! So many people are without words for our emotions.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHG-9ohsv4Y
Everyone in this room has experienced “dehumanizing” in one way or another. Both from software or hardware that seems to diminish our ability to know how we feel about our place in the computer world. How can we communicate with others and function effectively in this on off fast paced world. More often than we would like to admit many have an actual deficiency in understanding, processing, and /or describing our emotions.
How do I feel? Technology seems often to create new boundaries between people. Our industry was supposed to make communication easier and erase old boundaries
Consider this time we share here as a time to tune our individual inner harp at the intersection of Light and Sound. This is a symbol of the representation of the First Singularity as a Circle: Breathing In and Out.
Serve America: VOTE 2012
Do YOU want to bring back Bolton and the Neo Con Horde?
The End of truth as we have known it Fox News Commentator, John Bolton, would be one of the team. Remember the Group who brought general destruction of our International Stature, (as an exemplary nation), our Privacy, with The Patriot Act leashing out unjust behavior toward all Individuals, and financial debacle world wide for all but the top .001%
John Bolton is a neoconservative! often equating diplomacy with weakness and indecisiveness. The Neoconservatives want War. That is where they make their money.
There is a conflict between the very rich and the very, very rich with those stratospheric billionaires who are purchasing Governments.
I remembering being a member of a Political Theater Group who dressed up and went to stump speeches called the Billionaires For Bush. Where did I put my extra stickers?
Billionaires for Bush is a culture jamming political street theater organization that satirically purports to support George W. Bush for those activities which are perceived to benefit corporations and the super-wealthy. A secret New York City Police Department intelligence report based on undercover surveillance of the group in 2003 and 2004 in advance of the 2004 Republican National Convention in New York City, described the Billionaires as “an activist group forged as a mockery of the current president and political policies.
They wore conservative jackets and ties (but no bowler hats, etc.) and carried innocuous signs such as “Run, Steve, Run.” Happy to have grass-roots support, the Forbes handlers (who believed the Billionaires were students from a nearby business school) placed them in front of the cameras, very near to the podium from which Forbes was speaking. However, each of their signs had another sign behind it. And behind their banner (which read “Forbes 2000: He wants YOU to win”) was another banner, waiting. At the most dramatic moment of his announcement, the Billionaires flipped their signs, and pulled away the large banner to reveal one which read: “Billionaires for Forbes: Because Inequality isn’t Growing Fast Enough.” The Billionaires started chanting “Let workers pay the tax so investors can relax!” and other slogans. Forbes and his handlers were completely thrown off, a little tussle ensued, and the Billionaires were pushed off to the side away from the cameras. Not wanting to miss the action, half the TV crews left the Forbes speech to cover the Billionaires. The action got lots of coverage.
John Bolton was pushed into the United Nations Position by the Right Wing. Bolton resigned before the end of his term because he was unlikely to win confirmation from the balanced Senate.
The Romney supporters want to remove The United States from it’s prominent place within the family of global community in The United Nations. Beware Citizens!
Yesterday, I heard a conversation wafting above the high fence around the University skateboard park. I live 25 yards from the sound of the rolling wheels and happy masculine conversation. It is a special atmosphere where skateboarders’ can escape being watched and recharge. It was not usual to hear political conversation. It happened on that day that one young man said to the dozen or so assembled: If you do not Vote, it is a Vote for Romney. Take Care you know what you are doing. He insisted that his friends Get out and VOTE. Go to your local City Hall and vote early. This way you can be assured that Your Vote Will Be Counted.
Disquisitive Digestion
Ask me a question about the meaning of life and I can answer based on my personal experience, with all the insight of years of training. I saw the writing on the wall.
The weariness with life, my unloved existence, and low self esteem, which started to push me out of the comfort of my night time bed in my ninth year. In the outside world there was daylight and I walked through the darkness striding toward the dawn. Year after year, since that primary night, I have been restless and deeply irritated about the pain of existence, the harsh difficulties of living in a body,. ‘This is life’, I say to myself, this is what it is. Life, which forever shifts with frightening swiftness has no regard for my personal dreams or desires. Do I have a dream, a desire or a plan? Stuff happens to me in a web of layer cake proportions with thin sections of sweet icing holding the granular stable mix.
I was alone to love myself, to see and nurture the spark of life and secure my light in the world, a small flame from my heart outward. I, as Athena, at war with my circle of family, unwanted from my birth by both my Mother and Father, with no friends who took up the existential yet holy grail wore armor. The hard plates over my heart, body, and mind to this day, are a persona to shelter my tender introverted truth.
I first took that first long walk from Sixth and Mifflen Streets in South Philadelphia. On that walk to nowhere, I slipped out of my Grandmothers home several hours after midnight and walked toward the Delaware River. The city was curtained in an indigo darkness unknown today. The stars sparkled, dazzled and comforted my child’s mind . Stars, held together with stories of constellations, myths about an epic past that shined on my every step I just walked between the moral axis of the real life and the one I constructed to cover the pointless pain of my prisoner-ship of childhood.
How wonderful to imagine it was last weekend! My story actually starts a lifetime ago, when rock and roll, the military–industrial–congressional complex, and Ilsa were all in their infancy. Perhaps you will be interested in one or more of my weeks. Both backwards to the birth, my birth, in a welcome to the world with all the material to be reformed and purified, and forward into the unraveling of my life. The request to spin the story is in service to survival. How did I survive?
I look at Life from two sides now that I want to live again. The story starts with all the darkness intact. I have been so weary mentally though I have posted about stones. The personal point has not surfaced. I need something, though I do not know what it is that will release the tension on that tight plug which keeps my life stories pent up and not penned out.
Creative People
Creative People have an expansive way of seeing which shoes us all a broader way of seeing ordinary things. Creative People can also be defined as the process of seeing, hearing, making, and using their mind and consciousness in producing something that is both original and worthwhile.
Today I had two wonderful experiences in the flow of life. I was electrified when a young, developmentally delayed, boy spoke to me. He stopped in the entrance of the building and looked down the long perpendicular hall going to apartments and said, ‘ It looks like a tunnel’. It is true it does have a long variously lite quality which to an artists eye would be beautiful. It is a enclosed space with an air of grace. The young creative mind of this intellectually blocked brain sees beauty as he moves through life.