We must embrace, and embrace rapidly, a radical new ethic of simplicity and rigorous protection of our ecosystem—especially the climate—or we will all be holding on to life by our fingertips.

I suppose my friends and I have embraced this crash we have been struggling in, at least happy we are not causing environmental damage, but Hedges, the other day when the chemtrails were dissipating down, I ended up with a metallic taste as long as I was outside. Whoa ho, my friend, we are holding with those tender claws. Can you hear our toenails scraping?

We must rebuild radical socialist movements that demand that the resources of the state and the nation provide for the welfare of all citizens and the heavy hand of state power be employed to prohibit the plunder by the corporate power elite. We must view the corporate capitalists who have seized control of our money, our food, our energy, our education, our press, our health care system and our governance as mortal enemies to be vanquished.

We don’t have time for the inculcation. We have to go with the army we’ve got. We don’t need movements to seize, basic military history, Pochteca, the Generals who lock up the resources.

As for the food thing, and capital thing, your poor uneducated fat children screaming for big macs of adulterated mud bath beef; Chris, can I be Frank, no, just Robin; I have a cynicism about latter day saints of the natural food crusade because that society that sucked up good minds into a devil machine of corporate greed now eats GM salmon with their New York Bagel. If it isn’t direct, it’s all through the water system. Pogo was a prophet and we walk facing the desert to live in booths, as I am.

This, while being economically true, is very misleading; “Food prices have risen 61 percent globally “

Indeed. But we who farmed this summer are broke. The socialists will just come screw it up. Local, I say. The best way I can share my ideas with Africans wanting water is to share my experience of getting water here with a VW, no tire, block, rope, pipe hammer. If they stand around hopeless and helpless, what can another old boss do?

And I say in fiesty resistance to corruption and greedocracy, that I advocate the world’s people unite together in neighborhoods to support “Adequate food, clean water and basic security” [so that they will not be as] “are already beyond the reach of perhaps half the world’s population. ” Now Chris Hedges, I’m ready to go to work here and now to improve, as I am a constructionist designer, inventor, and survivor attempting to carry my load of tent and cookery, tools and trade, with out benefit of enough camels, so believe me, I know when I see some fat guy Prince of somewhere flaunting his ill gotten oil royalty rip offs from Them The People, but wait, there’s more.

Unfixable. Survivable, yes. Chris Hedges, after all your version of this madness we call civilization you did what I have spent a better part of my training doing, hit the nail on the head: “As long as we remain afraid nothing will change.” Chris, you did not seem afraid as you made your case. It is quite elegant, and I’ve been up and down this wall of hanging on by my little pigglies until I get nose bleeds. Somehow I scramble.  I’ve got news for the UN types, even if they drive out in the country looking for booty around here, they’re going to bring a lot more here than we have and Mooncussers are famous.

Friedrich von Hayek and Milton Friedman, two of the major architects for unregulated capitalism, should never have been taken seriously.

Yes, those evil spawn of Chicago Chicago Chicago. Those Ayn Rand especialenatos, who deserve to have butt crack washers. Have you seen the movie Atlas Shrugged #1? Yeah, he did it all alone, adultery and all. How come the wives have to stay home from the party, can’t they go to a different room(s) in the club? Oh, yes, I’m supposed to be serious about the environment. Well, I am, but I did warn you I am somewhat cynical.

Faith in the marketplace replaces for many faith in an omnipresent God. And those who dissent—from Ralph Nader to Noam Chomsky—are banished as heretics.

I love it when the conversation comes around to Akee! God, Allah, Allaha, Alak, Elohim, One, Unity, Source, Creator, Creation.Your two misquoted error is in the word Prophets! Mr. Nader, Mr. Chomsky, patriotic American Prophets.

The aim of the corporate state is not to feed, clothe or house the masses, but to shift all economic, social and political power and wealth into the hands of the tiny corporate elite. It is to create a world where the heads of corporations make $900,000 an hour and four-job families struggle to survive.

Pitchforks! Barricades! Out in the streets with the fine silverware! And I would advise, that in times and times and times again, in cycles grand and small, we respect the art and hate the idea, or, better yet, as we could find in Mordecai Kaplan, quoted in other pages here, that a people have turned away from God, Allah, Allaha, Elohim, Akee. We can read the scriptures of our times, we who cling to our beastly lusts, and also, we can see the correclation, painfully for scientists, of statistically correct correlations to Ages, Astrology like in Pisces, Ares, Taurus, Aquarius. Only to be met with the Great Mystery which looks more and more like it is really a He/She and He is Electric and She is Magnetic, and you and I are a mix of both so Elohim can speak with us.

Kaplan supports us Chris. He would agree that a society “that is defined exclusively by naked self-interest,” is a doomed world ripe for greater acts of evil yet to come. I especially like this next quote:

The tens of millions of impoverished Americans, whose lives and struggles rarely make it onto television, are invisible. So are most of the world’s billions of poor, crowded into fetid slums. We do not see those who die from drinking contaminated water or being unable to afford medical care. We do not see those being foreclosed from their homes. We do not see the children who go to bed hungry. We busy ourselves with the absurd. We invest our emotional life in reality shows that celebrate excess, hedonism and wealth. We are tempted by the opulent life enjoyed by the American oligarchy, 1 percent of whom control more wealth than the bottom 90 percent combined.

Chris, can’t we find someone to make a pack of playing cards with 52 health tips, or 74, or whatever number won’t offend a culture but might harmonize, that in simple language will explain washing hands with sand and water is better than raw manure? Or are we assuming that because people get sick it is accidental and everyone was washing as best they could. Something as simple as a bottle of soap may go lacking in a local environment because of the corporatos sucking up all the oils and fats. World! Throw your shoes in the machine, lets get income equity now. Think income, not expenses. We’ll all loose our grip trying to chase expenses, create, give a truck of palm oil to the people and blame it on Amerikan soldiers, That would be a good Ace of Spades card, don’t you think?

The celebrities and reality television stars whose foibles we know intimately live indolent, self-centered lives in sprawling mansions or exclusive Manhattan apartments. They parade their sculpted and surgically enhanced bodies before us in designer clothes. They devote their lives to self-promotion and personal advancement, consumption, parties and the making of money. They celebrate the cult of the self.

Oh yes they do, but some are artists at heart. Now this day I read about Lady Gaga leaving a tub of red fluid in a hotel room. Half the staff thought it was blood for a sacrifice to ward off the devil (she travels with a psychic bodyguard). The other half thought it was die from some costume thing, but it was not blood, so the bloodies had to give way to red fluids. I think she binged on beets because she found out how great and protective they are and peed in the shower. Yes they do celebrate Narcissium Luciferian glamore in the cut glass antique.

Now in your summation, Chris, you lay out some lines I want to comment on directly.

1. The propagandists for globalism are the natural outgrowth of this image-based and culturally illiterate world.

R1; Chris! This was a culturally richer world, but I assure you, to paraphrase B. Dylan, whatever you think you want you better grab it fast, it is still culturally rich and many of “we” elders stand ready to help this fast food society when they want to listen. I suggest Eric Sloane books. Also, Derrick Jensen points out even your work is propaganda.

2. They speak about economic and political theory in empty clichés.

R2; It’s our fault. Let’s pin them down Let’s make them talk in terms of fiat and agriculturally supported supported local investments. Look to North Dakota. I’m a constructionista, Contractor General–a leadership with a much longer boot camp than the military, and just as personality changing–under the Freemasons of Marthas Vineyard that is… I’m ready! Let’s make local organic farms and barricades to keep out the security forces hired by Monsanto the gollum. Couldn’t they simply make money just as well making engineered seed instead of genetically modified? Does anyone know there are open pollinated engineered Zea Mays species that match or beat funny gene corn if grown on honest organic soil? Well, Chris, since a half a dozen people read this column a week, in different places, so this may never be read by anyone, I’m not going to change many minds tonight about the benefit of actually becoming sacredly involved with our planet and cosmos again, especially now that we are learning one big cosmic spark and we can be  hanging on to a piece of a planet.

God said don’t worry. He said He would be in the Deep Dark. Next time you see a picture of a Black Hole or a Sunspot (Sun-Son Sonspot?), remember the Deep Dark and where is Shekinah? In the Magnet, in the Heart Chakra, we win, they lose, who wouldn’t want to be part of an economy of life?

3. They cater to our subliminal and irrational desires.

R3; Hahahahaha! Whose they White Man? I know about some irrational desires, but they didn’t seem so irrational when I was experiencing them. trouble with Atonement is that it comes.

4. They select a few facts and isolated data and use them to dismiss historical, economic, political and cultural realities.

R4; Lest we forget Divide and Conquer, might as well start a school teaching Machiavelli, but we don’t have time, nor the trees, nor the kindles, nor the Iphoneys, noen of it for everyone so the problem by the elite is don’t try, kill the excess. Certainly those cards I talked about need to convince that if they can’t grow their food they’re gonna die, so they might as well join those working for life and leave the death merchants downtown.

5. They tell us what we want to believe about ourselves.

R5; Oh, maybe they do for you. I’m secure in my personality building. You can read about that in Kaplan’s works, too. When I was finishing my latter day degree plan which included a sandwich of harsh pain and recovery from trades damaged superior work performance akin to pro football–I know this world of competition–I was granted an opportunity to heal and study. The healing part has been very successful, more manage the problem than do anything medical. I haven’t had a Tylenol in 7 years, nor any of them. I believe I’m winning and “they” are hopelessly lost. God whispers in winter chicks born in a wood pile with only momma’s heat.

They assure us that we are exceptional as individuals and as a nation. [ We are! They are not!]

They champion our ignorance as knowledge. [Pass it on. Speak up. The message is your days are numbered, organize the teens to survive anything.]

They tell us that there is no reason to investigate other ways of organizing and governing our society. [Too late. Too many of us have already passed it on. The swell is there, they are running scared. And Elder rennegade Freemason would be my guess, Mr. Paul is addressing the people but who is listening, even if we don't agree with the whole platform.]

Our way of life is the best. Capitalism has made us great. [ I read today, the Middle Class is dead. Long Live The Middle Class. Greed Vultures tear at the heart of the very beast they had tamed and docile because they have run out of jingle and are SCARED!]

They peddle the self-delusional dream of inevitable human progress. [ What does this mean? I think the statement is dilluted and unenviable.]

They assure us we will be saved by science, technology and rationality and that humanity is moving inexorably forward. [ Oh where oh where can Fukushima be, It took my baby away from me, I gotta be a good slave you see, for I’ve got to go to heaven where my baby be. And folks, that’s not all, if you come to the Gulf of Mexico in the next thirty years, you’ll get a free coating of sun-shield grown from the GM mushrooms we use to make your biodegradable kayaks. Ride my seesaw, forward, spiraling into space time, non-local events, hard objects, unstable gravitational magnetic, forward without any regard for the shit trail of waste and corruption, not to mention socialist revolutionary and capitalistic war blood baths.

Forward worked when the Euros trampled over the American Indians. I guess the impulse is still alive, they couldn’t allow Qaddafi’s Atonement, no no no, no Atonement for the poor, sinners, hard working, punish them all.

Chris Hedges, we are in global catastrophe, not heading toward it. Will you argue with a million dead Iraqis and the soldiers like this?

I completed the reading of “Deep Green Resistance,” a compilation of chapters designated to individual authors, Aric McBay and Lierre Keith, with chapter comments by Derrick Jensen, he being by now perhaps the most in favor of Atonement of the recent clan of eco-activist writers. Before “Deep Green Resistance” was mailed to me by a friend I intend to ask why of, I had seen it in Barnes and Noble and not having the “deep green pocket,” had to realize a few words before closing shooed me out the door.Just think, I never read more than one page of Henry James, yet the sentence structure is almost as long as some of his, such that before I leave it I must add that the book is published by Seven Stories Press, New York, 2011.

I had not heard of either McBay or Keith, and if I have read one of their essays at one of the various and sympathetic sites, I am unaware at this time. I am not going to review their work in general but intend comment as to how I am left feeling about industrial civilization. I have small faith in my fellow humans, do not rely on my ego perspective of God and the Universe, however I have been very clear of my nature as carnum–could be Sonship as depicted in “A Course In Miracles,” that the library fairy brought me to read next. This is my body says the Jesus myth; bread being Mother Earth and known as carnum, carnus, carnivorium, body, flesh, the other thinking mind that I take to be the Holy Spirit–Jung’s Collective and Subconscious factory of the anima-animus. Yes, my authors above, we are killing the planet, but at this point, I see litle faith–oh wait! I said that already. So here we cruise expectantly into the unknowable future of a galaxy far far away.

You do realize the simple aspect of free floating in space in an electromagnetic powered dynamo where no place is even statistically close to where we believe we are; we’re merely a few generations away from the sun rolling around the world. Now we are aware, if you do your research, don’t simply believe me, read the evidence of others, it is strangely comforting at the same time is the ultimate terror, actually knowing where God is and how to listen. Today there are so many gods, the stones piled in Georgia freak the ignorant out and make the five hundred million people seekers wet in the pants. Funny, that this all was foreseen by a guy writing from a mid 19th Century perspective of things, Karl Marx;

And just when they seem engaged in revolutionising themselves and things, in creating something entirely new, precisely in such epochs of revolutionary crisis they anxiously conjure up the spirits of the past to their service and borrow from them names, battle slogans and costumes in order to present the new scene of world history in this time-honoured disguise and this borrowed language.

The tradition of all the dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brain of the living. ( The Marx-Engels Reader, WW Norton 1978 pg. 595 )

I’m not sure at this point, if I put up the blog containing Rabbi Kaplan’s 20th century commentary that we need to help all people achieve their self-driven purpose. I find this as a universal truth to our Holy Spirit, that as Heartmath and the Institute of Noetic Sciences have supported with experimental evidence, we are all magnectically connected to each other through the heart center of our body and we are also connected to the magnetic field of the Earth. At this time there are effects in the magnetosphere we are just learning about, aspects that neither Marx nor Kaplan had a clue about. If I have lost a blog it is because the Vermont secessionistas pulled my blog from their site and dumped two original pieces I had written just for those tree sap sippers. This is not a time to be operating from ego, but from the Holy Spirit.

I was out in the country on the way home today listening to a Moslem Environmentalist who is an American and he said the Quaran says if we pray in nature the world will remember and come to our Atonement in our favor–that the grass will remember we prayed there. Deep Respect For Plants, they are Holy Spirit, not Adam Smith or Karl Marx’s use-value; they didn’t understand respiration back then.

Which brings my thoughts back to Carl Wilken’s economics of raw materials, especially the “basket.” Wilken’s approach establishes value as how much did Mother Earth give us last year at what real cost, plus a reasonable profit; ten percent. This prices corn as monetary value, so if you want to keep it until next year, it already added to the money of the system in a fair and balanced way, it is as if it is pricing the increase of the corn from one kernal to an eight inch ear with a thousand kernals. This system is good for livestock, because once the monetary value is calculated, the rats can eat it, there is no “debt,” outside of reparative action for the humus and mineral content, which should already be in the fair trade price of the food product, which is not a commodity like cement or silver. It is a life affirming economics and guides money through the poor side of things while actually increasing everyone else; the float the boats from the bottom of the tub philosophy completely misunderstood by 99% of the activists seeking economic justice. Why? Harry Truman and Dwight D. Eisenhower wanted it that way; a first turn away from the economics that won World War 2.

I’m a harper alright. I’m harping on Wilken, why? As it says in “A Course In Miracles;”

You forsake yourself and God if you forsake any of your brothers. You must learn to see them as they are, and understand they belong to God as you do. (pg. 82, 1976)

With the precarious nature of legal life in America seemingly roiling in a madness of fear, the fear mongers themselves are succumbing to their irrational psyches. It’s a bloggers field day with free for all commentary on the progress from 1844 and Old Karl, to 2011, numerologically entertaining.  The net thumps and grinds with blame shame and guilt, the guilty continue to evade while pot smokers are in-not a car-seration. I pick up “The Other Bible,” for comfort and Psalm 10 prays with me:

I am stricken dumb like a ewe lamb,

my arm is wrenched from its socket,

my foot sinks in filth,

my eyes blur from seeing evil,

my ears are closed from hearing the cry of bloodshed,

my heart is appalled at the thought of evil

when human baseness is revealed.

Then my foundations shudder

and my bones are out of joint.

My entrails heave like a ship in a slamming storm from the East.

My heart is utterly sore,

and in the havoc of transgression

a whirlwind swallows me up.

(pg. 262)

When I consider being ejected in what was based on lagged communication and attitude of some sort, I considered what it meant to think of a Republic of Vermont as a seceded State, and I thought about some people who might also have some input to this:

When spring arrived, the people returned to their village. In the Connecticut River Valley, they fished for salmon and shad, which were abundant at this time of year as they migrated upstream to spawn. The largest salmon weighed as much as thirty-five pounds. The Abenaki men used decoys and blinds to hunt waterfowl.

While the men were fowling and fishing, the women gathered spring plants and did the sugaring. They filled green birch bark kettles or pottery containers with the sap and boiled it, placing hot embers or heated stones directly into the sap. The women boiled it down and formed it into sugar cakes for easy storage. Later in the spring, the women, expert herbalists, gathered young ferns and other plants for food and medicine.

( Link )

If those people could come back to their land they would find the Connecticut River no longer brings a harvest of stinky ocean fish for their corn. Their wonderful diet rich in sea nutrients is gone gone gone, spiced with hot Luciferian dust. And also in that linked site above, demonstrates a commonality of humans to seek the easy life of technology as quote:  “In later periods, copper from as far away as the Great Lakes shows up in Vermont.” ( Ibid ) Taking a Sweat Lodge will not relieve you from the Atonement.

Wouldn’t it be an exciting challenge if we can leave the Earth well enough alone where She needs it (This is my Blood– Grapes and Water), and restore and replenish while we can still truck fish kills inland? Their natural place is White River Junction on down, as American Indian agriculture demonstrated. No, we won’t do that. Why? Lierre Keith tells us why:

The values taught by the mass media encourage the worst in human beings. If people are objects, neither intimacy nor community are possible. If image is all we are, we will always need to be on display. Social invisibility is a kind of death to social creatures. We buy more and more, whether higher-status cars or lower-cut jeans, so that we can have a better shot at being noticed as the object du jour. People surrounded by a culture of mass images experience themselves and the world as depersonalized, distant, and fractured. This is the psychological profile of PTSD. Add to that the sexual objectification and degradation of those images, and you have girls presenting with PTSD symptoms with no history of abuse. (footnote 80) The culture itself has become the perpetrator. (“Deep” page 153, )

Whatever the reason why I was ejected from their bevy of quail, I do suspect a reason why– also I found an interesting aspect as I was told “someone on the board,” thought my blogs didn’t fit after having been screened with all these WordPress blogs acknowledged.  The interesting aspect is the concurrent move to de-person-hood corporations, growing out of Vermont and all across the span of the land in my benefactors circles. Right now the shuffle of the Slow Turtle walks between Shelburne VT and Belchertown MA. And those effects of the magnetosphere I spoke of above and in other places, have empathetically affected me so I must always consider, ” anything that engenders fear is divisive because it obeys the law of division.” (A Course … pg. 83-4)

When Mother moves as much as She is right now, when the core and surface crack and rumble, when magnetism destabilize, and Clive Baxter’s plants communicate, and the Quaran says the grass listens, and Jesus said the mustard plant, not the moneychangers were the key to undertanding The Kingdom, the Carnus, our Carnival of Blood Soaked Ignoratum. We await the electric spark that is sure to come from all the species static. It will come up through your feet and blow out the top of your cranus. Ready, set, BLOW!

Dam!

Says Derrick.

I must be part Anunaki Space Alien the way most Vermonters “receive” me. Sounds pretty similar to those Abenaki.

Authors Aric McBay, Lierre Keith, and with chapter notes from Derrick Jensen, have written a book of 550 pages complete with a recommendation to pot smokers to “take a bath and get a job.” One would imagine that people willing to tell us we should think about perpetuating violence simply to collapse modern civilization, and who would further chant the mantra of egalitarianism, feminism, and an end to domestic violence could do better than that old worn out Birkenstock of a diss’. Have you ever considered that “longhair” might smell from working?

I am not quite finished with the chapter titled “Decisive Ecological Warfare,” and between being admonished that there is little to nothing we can do to stop the destruction of the planet’s ecosystems, and the advice on how to set up underground networks, their advice assumes the odor of a bunch of fresh leeks. It smells good, and very strongly. What they advocate is in itself ecologically costly.

Another aspect of their writing is the dissing of “Permaculturists” as self focused survivalists. They change the wording to “perennial polycultures,” which my spell check doesn’t like anymore than Permaculture. I just spent a good portion of this summer working with a “Permaculturist” student on a farm in Western MA. She had a burning desire to set up permanent food cultures, much the way the Green Resistors McBay and Keith, say will be a best case scenario for the future of eating. I find some irony that the farmers in Vermont all give off an attitude they know it so why talk to me, while the young people seemingly resist and rebel arbitrarily, they are listening.

The writing in Deep Green also harps on Global Warming. Since we do not know what is really going on in the heliosphere, and now Voyager space probe is giving more evidence for a paradigm shift about the nature of the sun and our universe, scientists are at the point where we will have to wait for the old ones to pass and the new ones to be acknowledged before we can get on with the ramifications of this new support for an electric universe. I’ll be quoting from this book in the future as that will take study and focus, for now I point out that the writing discusses the viewpoints of God expressed in some of my blogs, that, as in the words of Neale Donald Walsch, “You’ve got me all wrong.” We’ve been given the paint set, our artwork needs improvement. Trouble is, we’ve used up most all of the paint set and now dig, explode, crush, bomb, conquer, steal, and burn our way to artistic expression drenched in blood of our ancestors.

We are going to eat this planet right down to the nub. “Deep Green Resistence” boils down to the Georgia Guidestones–which I have been hinted to might not apply to Vermont–especially that part about 500 million Earth population. No worries mates, I’m 64, and loaded up with injuries from a persistent and aggressive work ethic, it’s a shame they threw me away before my time. Now what? Do I become dissatisfied with life and hobble out to do battle? I remember an old guy pictured in Pakistan, carrying his flintlock, walking to Afghanistan to fight with the Taliban against “the coalition. Obviously it was a media ploy. Or was it belief in the rightness of his cause?

Yesterday I took my Permaculture companion to the airport so she could fly off to New Mexico where she will be doing her senior year of her Permaculture focus with study of dry land farming. I did my best to demonstrate soil management by organic methods. I am disheartened by the input stream of farms taking in compost from outside due to the ubiquitous nature of GMO throughout the food chain. Do the horse farms use internal fly suppressant? Is there aspartame in the sugar products?

There’s this guy I call the protest man who shows up at the Brattleboro VT post office and carries around signs with detailed information no one can read the way he does it. I figure there must be some office upstairs he wishes to expose to his message so being the designer I am, I thought, paint it on the top of your car. I assume there is some regulation that he can’t stand still as that might be loitering. I’m not curious enough to ask him what he’s doing, and come to think of it, I know someone who might be able to tell me. Yesterday I noticed a long list of radionuclide elements in bold letters. I also noticed his car was packed full of his folded messages, therefore I dubbed him The Protest Man. One very effective part of the message of “Deep Green Resistance,” is to choose methodology that is effective.

Between the fear of a world in death–and R. Crumb type comics from the 1960-70′s, had a comic called “Slow Death” with an Earth in bandages on the cover–and what we can do about it, the message of what will truly be effective is scrambled in the cognitive dissonance. We are to use resources to collapse civilization so we can use resources to set up our gardens of polyculture perenially. Last night on the way home from the airport, I was driving slowly as I have a fuel filter maintenance situation. As the various vehicles passed me, I attempted to comprehend by first impression who would go along with collapse of civilization and who would not.  I have one word for my speculation, Lemmings. The authors are correct, no one has the fortitude to put the interest of others equal to the interest of themselves. On the worse side of it, I participated in bringing forth children into this world who are deeply hooked by the material society with boats, trucks, motorcycles, gear of all kinds, motors, and a clientele of 1%’ers. My longest and best friend owns a landscaping business. making pretty estates one of which was summer home for Bill and Hillary, so he’s not listening about peak oil. He’s still trying to make a good profit from making lawns while his daughter also attended the same ag’ program of my New Mexico deposited friend, wants to be a sustainable organic farmer.

As one of the original 148 subscribers to the Mother Earth News, and an old “tune in. turn on, and drop out” back to the landers, a Wandervogel of pent up work ethic, uncharacteristic of the times, I smoked my pot shares and took a shower twice a day, so don’t be bitchin’ at me about being dirty because you’ll end up cursing me for using too much hot water, and I am one of the ones who knows how to make solar work.

A band of New England just received a limb shattering snowstorm in October. This paragraph will carry two thoughts. Back in October of 2009, there was a similar storm. The limb shattering demonstrated the fragility of the trees, and the pest worm damage to the forest duff is visible to someone raised in the woods as a child. I used to be able to slip into the woods, fluff up some leaves, and be invisible to people three feet away. Now I cannot hide a lap top. The limbs are weak, undernoursihed, collapse is well underway Ms. McBay and Keith.

Derrick Jensen’s comments and summaries at the end of the chapters gives the book the workings of a text book.  There is also a Platonism to the growing hierarchy of Peakists. What is dismissed, is that there very well may be an answer blowing on the wind, but techno windmills are a poor excuse for a cloths line. As bad as the trees are, and as grand as the Mohawk canoe was, wooden boats with resin glue make the most ecological sense for moving Vermont’s refridgeratibles down to New York through all that ecologically scarred landscape and poisons of industry, because it can be done with a natural horse system as before, only imagine our technological advancement into materials, tensegrity, geodesics, and bullet proof fabricks [doesn't that look so 17th Century?] and resins, many we may find able to be made from existing and renewable waste streams of chemicals we now freak out about what to do with them. My farm owning friend has a daughter unpopular in the polyproducts production companies because she wants to make benign life affirming polymers. She’s very rebellious.

Deep Green Resistence [DGR], I like the term, a good capacitor to flex the circuit. The focus that we will slip back to “slavery,” is just more reactionary back sliding thinking that would make an underground network’s mistakes like Prius’. Bigger footprint, unneeded suffering, and very self centered–Father Knows Best will be tolerated until the New State can choose the King Father.

The River of Life is the flow between my brain ego, and feet animal. I have fresh red marks on my arm from a Rooster I grabbed who slipped into my coat that prove they use their thumbs. Chickens are one step above reptilian and are definitely dinosaurs. They drop eggs in nests and raise families. On the farm one of the extended family brought by a youthful cockerel and dropped him in the neighborhood of the flock I’m tending. I have one hen who sped her egg dropping into a brood and now walks around with three chicks in contradiction to modern agricultural practices of keeping them warm at 98 degrees. I named the hen Salty for some white throat feathers, she’s a bantam, which means small, and she and other hens laid up the eggs in my wood pile. I had to shift my wood use, but with a few days work coming my way of limning and brushing, I had a surplus with ash, which burns wet or dry. I was surprised at how dry, in relation to the trees vitality, the white pine was, especially in contradiction to all the rain this season. So with the forsythia spurting out some starts, and a hen brooding three hearty chicks, her adopting the much abused cockerel from flock rejection,  I would say an awake person could see the natural metaphor in the world around us to the turmoil we suffer from the Gollum of our own making. Now done with the cord of electricity flowing up down and pulsing within, I bring you to my heart center, where amazing discoveries tell us we are connected to each other, to the earth, and I will speculate, since cosmonauts died for the proof of it, the solar CME’s create human deaths; the sun’s magnetism is changing as 200 species die.

Oh how Holy Science, are you open to changing fast?

DGR, yet again the the cacophony of voices cries out, change we can believe in; can we believe in anything? Then I witness before all, a Power Greater Than Myself can command me to hold a wall from crushing others, so to change the future I am change myself, here and now, and the Last Great Attack of the System against independent people will be small landscapers.  We are still in the grip of Modernity, at the UN, in Congress, in State and Local Governments because we got used to motors.

Future marches worth note, the march of the Corn Syrup People. It tasted so good, my Ben and Jerry’s, and that first cup from the bulk tank put solid yellow jersey bacon on me. Then it wen to mush with Bud and St. Paul’s Girl, finally assaulted with corn syrup I said enough is enough. The Hills of San Francisco must have made an impression in me, did it you? I climbed myself out of 120 pounds of pure polluted pork while creating redwood decks and granite countertops. I saw some blanks for sale outside Brattleboro yesterday. I think this weekend I’ll see if the company needs some help. And then, I will be in the very same place of frustration I was when I was helping a Wall Street broker murder a hill in Honduras for its mahogany. I was looking at a starving child on a logging road in South America on the cable television. I realized the road was a logging road. I realized the child’s father couldn’t provide for his child from the work of sending me the lumber for J. K’s house. I was enraged–slipped as DGR authors say into adolescent mind.  Since the body mind of magnetism does not speak language the way ego mind does, I went to stillness and looked into burning the house to the ground. And as DGR illuminates, that serves no purpose, so I did the next best thing. I did the very best job I could with the wood and the house with the consciousness of the offering of my companion wood worker and thought about how , I too, in my own society was witnessing the slippage of survival. I worked for my children who turned from my Mother Earth News innocense to luxury fishing machines and fast motorcycles. I love them all the same.

That’s the tuff part. Unconditional love flowing through the magnetic universe; electromagnetic universe, we are, as I might have pointed out in my 1984 blog near the very beginning of the Thunder Gate, empathetic to the globe we inhabit like static fleas. And I mean all persons, including dinosaur mother chickens teaching young how to survive in an ice age. And she picked the old remodeled chicken coop I have of and on used as tool dump, boat storage, artistry and now as base camp one.

So there’s my feeling/though of positive/negative, heliosphere witnessing of the life force that always says share, care, and aide, without stint. Even DGR is telling us, it is for the greater good to be a monkey wrench, even unto deep violent behavior, otherwise known as premeditated, and the chemicals, the chemicals, oh the Horror!

How can I modify a lifetime of John Wayne, Jimmy Stewart, Humphrey Bogart, The Marx Brothers and Relation Groucho, you watching Jon Stewart tonight, Vermont? New England? FEMA region one?

Deep Green Resistance has a deep command meaning, we’re surrounded on all sides, attack! 550 pages, and not one reference to Burning Man. I commend them for that–if I’m wrong, I won’t believe it now, get the hint?

Truth is truth. Either we come up with the way toward the Utopian one more time, that we see, hear, feel, and calculate our imperfections, and live by those heart connection concepts. Slave make poor pyramids with shaky bottoms, better to have unions, guilds, associations, craft schools, university and human life, whether we want it in small little bunches we think will be more comfortable or in huge multi-state monstrosities whose cost of doing business will rise exponentially beyond the Fibonacci/compost/growth cycle.

I’m advising a young man on his first skinning job of a road kill fox. I cried and said prayers, I vibrated the heart magnectics of my Ancestors, and bolted energy through my cord in gratitude for all life. The young woman who left here to be a Permaculturist with papers shall not have her dreams smashed at getting things back to life. She was called “The Fox” by her summer experience of searching herself for an animist image of power. I applaud it. My homeland has a language built on images. The World would call me Unemployed, hard to be for a collapsed business owner; not specifically true. And the cognitive dissonance of our collective PTSD, could we number that Kaballistically?

Old Elephant in the Living Room advises caution, ladies and GENTLE men. And if you please anybody else the universe chooses to be here.

On the upside, and you might find this strange, the authors craft is grade a, so the immediate lesson I have learned is that my perception that my life from this point on would not be about personal gain, that was just not going to happen. The company of writers have delivered a tactical manual for the Intellectual Revolution.

I worked in life insurance, I know the value of an actuary table. The Vermont agency I worked for went out of business, the proprietor broker moved to Boston area to be successful, and I stayed in Dummerston to write poems about a dead brown horse on the ice of the West River. I learned fast how closed and stagnant the country was becoming from my days of dropping out to dairy, only to be forced into real estate developer. You can see it all over farm country, the road side lots cut away. North of New Lebanon NY there is a new item known as a “McMansion.” I thought how silly it looked up where it was perched and remembered my mother’s strict commands that true culture is never ostentatious, always inflicted with realities of humility. Her mission took her between  rich and famous and destitute in need of aide.

My final word for this summary of a long book in a long blog, if I operate from my compassion, and recognise the harmony in the Fox lady (she met one every morning on her bicycle), leaving UMass, and the young man who also knows her finding the road kill fox, I learn these days to simply say goodbye to people knowing that the actuary table is weighing in against me. Yet also do I know from long teaching, the Power of Life Force will show me the path, and now it says ORCA! and death fills the oceans like a bad book report.

I give you my peace,

and only my peace,

not the world’s peace,

the peace of I,

the peace of forever and ever,

My peace, only my peace.

Rich folks never had it so good,

Rich folks never had it so good,

Media scoundrels don’t care,

they don’t care

The Caymens are a short hop by air.

Lt. John Pike has his fingers on the gas.

Lt. John Pike has his fingers on the gas,

If you give him any trouble that finger

‘ll be up your ass.

Lt. John Pike has his finger in your gas.

Old Albert Pike was quite Masonic.

Old Albert Pike was quite Masonic.

He waved his cane at girls and boys

World War Three,

He said the foundation was deployed.

Old Cecil Rhodes wanted free from Africa,

Old Cecil Rhodes wanted free from Africa,

No intellectual payments found in Africa,

minerals abounded,

Cecil Rhodes wanted free from Africa.

{disclaimer! who could agree with all content}

not I,

for electronic arts was my degree,

when the original downsize hit me.

when the original downsize hit me.

John the wild Kennedy knew his duty,

John the wild Kennedy knew his duty,

He never expected his home team

to go Cheney.

John Kennedy signed 11110 for money.

Now the Pols want enemies within,

Now the Pols want enemies within,

so they don’t have to go to Iran

to kill, it will begin.

Demopols, Republupols, killing simple within.

What Sin, What sin, the time we live is sin,

What sin, it begins, Allaha, Allah, Elohim, Aum

Allaha Allah Elohim Aum Jesus Ah Ah Ah Aum

Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary Mar.

Thank you American Indians, ancestors, Gifted Land Owners, Holy!

Thank you Irish Americans, ancestors, Refugees by force,

Thank you Welch Americans, ancestors, Royals of the wrong clan,

Thank you Alban Americans, ancestors, explorers by boat and land,

jackaroos, hills people, factory slaves,

hungry early graves, ancestors,

blood and tears,

soldiers on horseback slicing with spears.

Thank you Grandfather for your stories and training,

Thank you Father for explaining,

Thank you Mother for your time on Earth,

Thank you Grandmothers for your time on Earth,

Three women teachers, in manners, and love.

Thank you most holy Elohim YHWH holy word,

your vibration in my gratitude,

our hum in this place of desolate Spiritless vampires walking.

Thank you blood for nourishing the soil and raising up the consciousness,

at this time, holy holy holy holy mind.

And the Lord said, “Doing it unto the poor, hey?

DON”T YOU REMEMBER THE BARGAIN? AGAIN?”

Exile them, Danno!

And in night past,

reading a book,

a book, nonetheless, subversive! Sub verses.

I saw Jesus come into the Starbucks,

and throw all the laptops out the window.

I swear it to be so, he looked at me and said,

“Get out of the chair, Prophet! Are you waiting for them to drop the bomb?”

Then he laid a finger on the side of his nose, and since there was no chimney,

a chariot arose, and all about the city,

and all about the town,

they wondered if that UFO was still around.

The many have gone mad.

They’ve dabbled in electronic money,

gone mad, mad, mad with Lucifer compounding,

forget the ethics, we can create,

greed is good, mad, mad, mad,

electronic money! million bits here, million bits there, up the net, down the net, who needs gold,

when you’ve got electronic money!

Holy Electronic Money! Holy Book of Federal Reserve!

Holy fervent emergent electronic money,

(ship the olive oil later)

(send the troops to lock up the oil, and monetize Iraq,

monetize Iran! Syria just a highway to the desert zone,

Holy Zion! Money! Lucre! Power! God? Hahahahahahahaha, yeah right.

punishment, punishment, punishment,

punish the reluctant slave.

Pyramids crumble from poor foundations.

There is this guy blogging across the cyber room who calls himself the Dog Poet, and he writes from a perspective of being a human in the know. He says a mighty reckoning is coming, one which will set the Jewish Conspiracy–he says is a New World Order–back in its place, whatever that means. In my opinion he needs to study, not just read, but study history. For as many “slave traders” as David Duke claims were Jewish, there were as many abolitionists and the key to understanding why is in Rabbi Kaplan’s book.  The Dog Poet’s salvation is a down the road expectation common in Christianity, and marks itself as the priests of Amun, the very Egypt the followers of one God, YHWH, Aton, and there is some Ancient Egyptian evidence about Akhenaten. Kaplan writes:

Religion owes a genuine debt to those who have called attention to the danger in our day of drugging the human with the opiate of other-worldliness. The efect of such an opiate at the present time is to keep us from the attainment of salvation on earth. This is equally true whether we think in terms of personal salvation or of social salvation. (pg 55, Kaplan 1937/1962)

He states on the preceding page:

There can  be no personal salvation so long as injustice and strife exist in the social order; there can be no social salvation so long as the greed for gain and the lust for domination are permitted to inhibit the hunger for human fellowship and sympathy in the hearts of men. (pg. 54)

To those who wish to “blame the Jew,” you need as much or more awakening from God as anyone else on this singular planet. We are sliding into a “New Age,” simply because our astrology is marking the passage of the Piscean age into the metaphor of the Aquarian age where all the things Rabbi Kaplan tells us about as a vision of Utopia, blind us from our duty to be creative in the face of evil. And to what we experience today, his writing is absolutely pertinent to each of us and our various societies.

Just recently, a exposure of Michael Moore’s vacation home was used as a blinder for the Occupy Wall Street movement. An inference was made that because he has made of himself a wealthy man, that he is compromised in his ability to join the “revolution.”

Here’s what Rabbi Kaplan has to tell us:

Class-consciousness always assumes that the status quo is satisfactory to the possessing classes and unsatisfactory only to the dispossessed. This is far from being universally true. People lose their appetite for food when hungry faces watch them at their meals. A class that finds its life dependent on the exploitation of others is frequently haunted by a sense of insecurity, as though they lived on the side of a volcano that is in danger of eruption. Particularly the more far-seeing and imaginative often look forward to a change in the social order which would leave them with less prestige but with more security, freedom and social communion. The history of revolutions would show that they are usually projected by individuals of the upper classes rather than by those who are to benefit most by the revolution, since the latter commonly have faith in the promised emancipation, “by reason of impatience of spirit and hard labor.” Moses who liberated the Hebrews from Pharaoh’s yoke was himself reared in the house of Pharaoh. (pg. 127)

It’s not about Jews, nor Catholics, nor Fundamentalists of any stripe. What is today boiling in the human pot, fueled by Fukufunny money, danced after in lust of False God Human as God Blankfein’s doing “God’s Work,” the theme of the times is the loss of personal salvation through the misinterpretation of the godhead.

The conditions of our own day cry for such reconstruction. Our economic order has been well-summed up as one in which “they who reap harvests have to stand in the bread line; they who build houses have no roof over their heads; they who sew expensive clothes have to go about in rags.” The progressive concentration of wealth in the hands of the few, the increasing proletarianization and impoverishment of the middle classes, the increasing helplessness of the workers, these are actualities which are rendering the world unlivable. That millions of persons should be subject to the fear of the morrow and the consequent disintegration of personality at a time when plants for the abundant production of necessary goods and commodities are lying idle is criminally stupid. This need not be. In such a situation the vision of the justice and tranquillity which could prevail, if men only knew how to live, should give us no rest. (pg. 124 Ibid)

I know, Mr. Dog Poet, and David Duke, that you both believe there are good Jews and evil Jews. To which I will affirm, there are good musicians and evil musicians, and plenty who need more practice. There are good Catholics and evil Catholics; YHWH, Elohim be Holy, knows evil exists and asks you to rise with your creative powers and walk forth to create good. Rabbi Kaplan admonishes us of the same concept throughout his work, and he also shares with us that this is for all humanity–there is no goyem, unclean, unworthy, no, there is only human being working to make themselves as their creator has formed, each of us a unique individual, each of us part of the 100%, and we’re screwing things up faster than ever, faster than the times Rabbi Kaplan writes about. The Federal Reserve Bank existed in the 30′s and exists now, as an institution it is benign until it is taken by evil men.

I believe Bernie Madoff sought his salvation by admitting his crime, possibly martyring himself against the god of greed, and perhaps expecting his act to unzip the house of cards which is the illegal, unethical, unscrupulous activities of those people Rabbi Kaplan would have us apply our creative force through our conscious contact with YHWH, Elohim be Holy, and so, here we are, debating whether or not we are addicted to power over others in deference to our power within and in harmony Elohim.

Mr, Dead Man Musing, keep studing the WORD! You too, Henry.

Let’s stop the blame game and find the perps.

Pax

The nuclear program of Iran was launched in the 1950s with the help of the United States as part of the Atoms for Peace program.^[1] The support, encouragement and participation of the United States and Western European governments in Iran’s nuclear program continued until the 1979 Iranian Revolution that toppled the Shah of Iran.^[2]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nuclear_program_of_Iran

And then there is today, here we are:

Attending a Pacific Rim summit, Hillary Clinton issued demands, saying:

“Iran has a long history of deception and denial regarding its nuclear program and in the coming days we expect Iran to answer the serious questions raised by this report.”

“The US will continue to consult closely with out allies on the next steps we take to increase pressure on Iran.”

Clinton, Obama and other top US officials are inveterate liars and war criminals. America thrives on “deception and denial,” raging lawlessly on a global scale.

Iran threatens no one. Its nuclear program is peaceful and nonmilitary. No evidence disproves it. Saying so is false.

Kazem Gharib-Abadi, Iran’s permanent Executive Council representative to the Organization for the Prohibition of Chemical Weapons (OPCW) told Press TV:

“The recent IAEA report is a historic and international mistake which has endangered the agency’s credit, and is based on political provocation and false claims made up of fabricated US (and Israeli) information.”

Iran dismissed the report as “unbalanced, unprofessional and prepared with political motivation and under political pressure by mostly the United States.

http://www.rense.com/general95/amnew.htm

Al the powers that be have to do is quietly forget about the Kennedy Assassination and a few other histories like the above, and the past all goes away in a blizzard of Iphone-Ipad-computer room pornography and titillation. 

No wonder some people simply want to believe in space beings coming to get us:

What might happen to extant plant and animal life, if any, does not seem to concern our scientists at all : Man is the important guy here, homo sapienssapiens, — sapiens, from the Latin, meaning discernment, wisdom, (good)judgement, as can be seen by their intentions towards other possible species.You can see this good judgement in action today, as Capitalist countries like theUSA, UK and France, amongst others, living on the world’s poor, go gung-ho withall guns blazing, into poorer ones, wantonly killing women and children to get attheir natural resources, such as oil, just so their indebted economies and peoplescan live off the blood-profits.Not many people even notice chemtrails : I recently asked a friend, an educated,professional man, what he thought about the chemtrailing going on in our skiesthis past decade and more. He came back with a question : What’s that ? I said :Those lines in the sky, that look like contrails – you know what contrails are ?Yes. Well, these look like contrails, but they just keep on persisting, spreadingout, causing a general white-out … you’ve never seen those, in the past, ten, oh,twelve years or so, those things that have been hanging over all our heads likesome sword of doom ? No. Most folks do not even look up at the sky any more.

http://www.rense.com/general95/Chemtrailing.pdf

Educate your children!

The fact (which one can verify for oneself) is that the copyists, priests, rabbis, and theologians have systematically discarded every statement in the Bible that destroys man’s sense of security in a steady continuity of existence. But the Bible is a Revelation only in so far as it includes death in life, thereby disrupting every psychological certainty. Vested authority throughout the ages, however, has reversed and betrayed this biblical message of life-including-death and has promised existence-after-death, which is not the same thing at all. Death is actually here, as a vital aspect of our everyday life, at every moment. When we come to see that we are constantly waging a battle (psychologically) for the continuity of our existence against the life-death within us, and when we come to learn (from the Book of Genesis) that that combat must cease by our becoming that very life-death, a disruption occurs in our thought process and in our psychical armour, which liberates us into life. And this is precisely the thing, the life-stimulating thing, that we are afraid of. (1970, ps. 125-126)

The issue of life-death meets indigenous culture in the concept of keeping the earth’s life alive for the Seventh Generation to come. The individual soul in many American Indian cosmologies retreats back across the Milky Way to reunite with the Great Spirit by many names; the union of the soul with the ocean of soul material. Both Carlo Suares and American Indian cosmology seem to agree on the true nature of the Divine Immanence. And if we take the concept of wilderness as the place of incomplete understanding of things, it is easy to transpose Jensen’s call to revert to a stone age existence as a necessity element of fixing our misunderstood religiosity.

If we wish to read a text prepared for adults, we should abandon the mistranslations that have been current for so long.

Two questions arise: why is this story always read “upside down”, and why does this version enjoy such great popularity? The answer springs from a profound psychological truth. The story, in its veritable nature, is frightening. But how can one be afraid of it if one has not understood it?  The answer is that the psyche knows unconsciously that the story is dangerously upsetting. It creates a religious taboo to protect itself. The teaching that results from this translation is that mankind must remain in an infantile state and obey those who speak in the name of a “father” located in heaven. The dogma of original sin as disobedience is maintained to prevent disconcerting discoveries concerning that deity. … The truth is that this story is a magical snare where fear sees birth as sin, freedom as disobedience, nobleness as ruin. It is not the serpent who is the tempter. The deceiver is the so-called God, YHWH, and the deceived is the reader. Does this appear ridiculous? The scandal is the world-wide picture of a good old father seated in the heavens, benignly observing us. (Suares 1970, pg. 120)

Can we say that all hierarchies of the present Zeitgeist are formulating their own gods; be it Global Warming–original sin–man and carbon; George Soros philosophizing greed; Politicians breaking the Constitutional Contract; Radical Rabbis, Imman, and Priest Pulpit Preachers; all fitting the New World Order of Big Brother-Big Father over control for their benefit and your death in life.

We are apparently trying to settle down into a prehuman sub-species. One thing is sure: we are not Adam, neither are we Eesh and Esha. We are rejecting the Revelation. Our righteousness and religiosity are hypocrisy. This is one choice, the easy one. In that choice, men will go on debasing womanhood. strip-teasing then for the purpose of sexual gratification,  denying them equality, exploiting them or subjugating them, and imposing an exclusively male government on the world. Reciprocally, by devious means, women will take their revenge by exploiting man’s ambitions and vanity. And they will grab. This state of affairs is pre- or rather sub-human.

The other choice means breaking with all this because one sees that it is already obsolete. One must then reject all the psychological conditioning which is forced upon us by society, by tradition, by a projection from the past. Such a choice is not easy. It is difficult to understand, let alone to live. Yet only this choice can transmute the Revelation of the Bible into living reality. (Suares 1970 pg.118)

Explained it is: Henry Makow’s misogynist invectives of his Esha Plan; Paul Drockton clinging to a false god preaching from a void; Derrick Jensen being correct, we must exit and retrieve our Spirit from the wilderness, from the stone age, not from our “technological perfection.” This also points out the failure of Gerald L. Schroeder’s “The Science of God,” because he bases his story on the mistranslated story of childish fairy tale. Carlo Suares points out Qabala is more ancient than Judism itself, and carried forward by the sheer power of Aleph on its own. We now teeter ourselves on the brink of this incomplete story, this bastardization of spirituality from antiquity arising from human self interest in overall stupidity, because it is the lazy route, the path of masculine childish incompleteness in denial of the feminine. The Big Lie is compounded by the Big Ignorance. Go ahead, shut your minds off and fall into original sin with the rest of the proselytized videoits. I am that I am ecstatic in the Revelation.

The internet is filled with false prophets. Now we must contend with sophisticated messages about space people as “Big Father” telepathically inculcating us with the “new religion,” which is, due to the continued falling of man and the woman under him, attempting to exist with less fire than those of the generations past. The Zeitgeist tells us in the memes about sloth, greed, callousness, torture, all manners of twisted enslavement–rabbis involved selling body parts and prostitutes for sex slavery, politicians taking greed favors selling their Higher Principles of dust, religious leaders who would run away in the face of Elohim and die a wrestling, will the streets be filled with the blood of the argument of to whom does the blood belong, the earth or YHWH?

Blood red is dead blood incapable of Adama, white blood is aggressive to a fault in the body damaged by modernity; the psychology of science is tainted with its own flouride and SUI drugs. All the marks and brands of the beast are laid upon the body physical as it walks this day, no further need of a chip is necessary, it’s only one more machine away and your identity will be cataloged in a everlasting life machine, then you can be squashed like a bug. Who brings you a Lizard message–David Ickes, who’s rants are more close to Aleph than compound interest. Who says she has been made high priestess but Nancy of the Zeta talkers? Perpetrator Rabbi in the news can’t talk against another Jew, who lives by the old story, the misinterpreted laws, by Suares’s Qabala view. A Pope, Bishops, Black Robes, too, all created story for controlling you.

Jensen’s wilderness of the Stone Age looks mighty comfortable sometimes. Might I repose after hoeing and feel the Aleph  in Bayt. Ah, yes, to be out here on the edge of this thing called culture, religion, government, society, economy, to be rejected like a prophet in the dust of earth, in need of more feminine fire aside me like the snake rising Kundalini wise in Esha who wasn’t wrong in eating fruit (ovum), form the two trees (ovaries), and ejecting Adam (giving birth) from paradise–the warm stasis of safe mother’s womb, Eden. And now, ladies you know why he likes to hang out in ‘e den; in front of  a big screen, so he can feel the power over invade his sub-human comprehension, if You my lady, are free.

Tell him to get his own beer, and if he attacks, learn Akido. You are Lady Fire, not misfire.

Back to Carlo Suares (I wish I could figure out the accent` in WP),  “We want the psychological security of a protecting deity, whereas we can become as gods, knowing good and evil (Gen. III, 5), just as the serpent said.” We lust after something which is a mistranslation. Suares points out it happened to “Rabbi Yhshwh … Jesus,”  Suares relates how “not even his disciples understood that sacred language. (Suares 1970, pg 125)

Jensen has discovered an aspect of that sacred language that Braden  evaluates and as I reported on a few blogs back. The sacred language is evident in DNA. Salmon DNA was found all through the forest ecosystems in western United States by recent studies. Imagine the language message about life, about the Aleph to Yod, of the stone age time immediately prior to the mistranslations of the sacred language? We arrogantly assume we are smarter because of our monkey inspired tasks we make for ourselves than our ancestors riding around in skin covered boats. Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya, El Salvadore, Columbia, Wounded Knee, we can see, in sacred language do confirm we don’t know when to stop; once blood lust beggars our facilities and reduces us to a Lion the comes up from the bush, we don’t know when to stop. We will kill and consume until we have destroyed to prove we are right, we are sinners unrepentant, when the original message was of the beauty and Aleph of Birth in the Bayt with our baggage heading to Yod.

To be, as my teachers once told me, a Guardian of the Word, one must study to the depths of being with the clearest connection the beggared understanding in a timeless space better than a spaceless time but either or and always I am.

Israel has no wrestling match with Elohim and may loose the title with no understanding, neither will the Christ come from without but from with Aleph.

The New World Order has won, it has completed its task, religion will break down to one magnificent leader,  but YHWH working through Aleph affords the Tree of Life to Bring Forth Adam, no other life is necessary except by fear, than the stone age and the bounty which is there. In the sacred language was written the nutritional needs of ancients by earth’s blood until fear of power over was brought from outside, and food now comes bereft of sacred language, death embodied in tractor-trailers from places unclean; electronic hums and invisible waves of cosmic death; waters once holy and clean now covered in deathly sheen, even unto un-coded messages — know them by their fruits — wherein the code will also reveal, for subhuman sheep, ye seekers of your own reptilian, the way of death promise melts when it is a Good Day To Die!

Derrick Jensen, he tells us to grow up. Carolyn Baker, says she can help us do that psychologically. David Ickes, tries to grab your little Lizard brain and shake you awake to the nature of the story, he’s a kick ball salesman for sure. Henry Makow has a father god, and momma in the kitchen laundering his shorts. So does Paul Drockton, and Alex? Alex Jones? Who’s the Qabalist on your team? Can’t you just hear them all scream, New World Order wet dreams. When the foundation story is crumbled, in the God that would have pyramidically assembled,  dumps Nimrod in the tumble, the Eye of Horus gone asunder, when Egypt was finally disassembled, Ra man wake up in the morning, pick a fish and bean from the garden, know peace through superior science, know to “come up out of the world,” of glitter, Babylon, ye have fallen, then your weenies won’t for pussy seek, but deeper intimacy with Esha you will seek. Politicians in the Hen House, Gold a glitter in the banks. All the people starved and tortured, Egyptians in Chariots or Abrams Tanks.

zant zant

zant zant

“Hello?”

“Yes, I have a call from the United States?”

They took the Bayt.

Carlo Suares: ” In 1940, while still in Egypt, he considered his writing career finished, and turned to painting. He researched the composition of light, which he expressed by using turquoise blue and rose mauve as  the basic colors of his palette. It took him fifteen years of intense work to master his new technique. … in 1945 Suares started to write again,”

and in “The Cipher of Genesis,” he asks us to “Grow Up!”

Aleph is now.

Quoting:

Israel is not abandoned in wilderness. But it has no glory to manage or administer. It has only goodness, covenantial generosity, expressed as water, quail, manna. These are always powerfully given to transform the wilderness, but always given at the time of extreme precariousness when Israel knows itself “prey,” totally vulnerable. They are always given in response to cry, but always given with his inscrutable hiddenness. (page 42 Brueggemann, 1977)

This principle is behind the Zeitgeist book and movie, “The Secret.” If choosing the wilderness was an easy task, no one would be able to sell ancient Hermetic knowledge such as “The Secret,” a program of positive expectation. Where I find fault with “The Secret,” philosophy is that God clearly shows us that to meekly follow His wilderness plan is all we need to gain our reward of  the promise. There is work, in other words, to the anticipation of the Law of Attraction. Brueggemann is clear in his explanation that attempting to manage the manna and meat cannot be done as it comes today and is gone by tomorrow, is only meant to be bread and meat for today and Israel needs to pay heed, take from God that which God provides for the day, no more, no less, everyone gets what they need and onward through the wilderness. The 40 year march was a learning period–a conditioning period–to forge a true Israel of the former slaves to material Egypt. Brueggemann also points out that once the choice is made, looking forward in the wilderness shows God faced in clouds, with pillars–how Masonic– and reveals that the destruction of Egypt is also the Power God has to guide the path. As those who walked away from mortgages today are witnessing, the destruction of Egypt–in this metaphorical connection to the mortgage market– is coming fast upon the whole market. God does have the power, will use the power, and if I fail to walk forward in the wilderness toward the goal my God has given me, I will fall by the wayside and be left for the destruction of Egypt.

Quoting:

… his wilderness presence is always enough on which to survive, but not too much. Like manna, he can be graciously received but not stored or presumed upon. Like manna, it is given out of fidelity but never fully seen and controlled.

So Derrick Jensen in his belief that modern religions have divorced man from the land are not exactly true. Man has divorced themselves from the land and Elohim.  God expects us to have faith in sustenance in the wilderness, so religion itself answers the question to our problem of mismanagement of the land. Soil depletion, water destruction and pollution, radionuclide pollution, all these markers from the metaphorical Egypt are capable of being mitigated by God, IF we have the faith in the end result, which is to believe in the sustenance of God and not land per se.

Directing your attention to ring number three, I offer this observation by Carlo Suares, in his work “The Cipher of Genesis,”

Quoting:

Many tentative explanations have been given of how the Hebrews crossed the Red Sea, of how Mosheh struck water out of a dry rock in Horeb, of the two columns of fire and cloud which rested on the tabernacle. Different meteorological phenomena are supposed to have happened while Mosheh was on a mountain top. Many speeches, laws, regulations, are supposed to have been delivered to the people by a so-called deity.

We will not attempt a description of the historical facts; they are so superbly invented and over-emphasized in the Bible that the whole narrative cannot be taken literally. It is, anyhow irrelevant. Quabala can see through them. (1970/2005 Weiser Books Maine pg. 33).

Today’s internet banter is filled with New World Order, Illuminati, Fascism, Diaspora, both Hebrew and Eire, or South Vietnamese and Chinese, especially old railroad Chinese-Americans, any place you or I chose to see and hear the cacophony of Life today we find that as Suares says,

Quoting:

The Qabala knows that YHWH is not a deity but an immanence which can become alive and active when the two vitalities in us, the container and the contained, fecundate each other.  Historically, those vitalities of Israel came into being when the mistaken expression, material and materializing, of the Temple and of Jerusalem, was destroyed. The Qabala, for the time being, obeyed the Law, and reciprocally the Law held the Qabala in great respect and honour. (2005, pg. 43, Ibid.)

If you jump back a number of blogs in this string, you’ll find my reviews of Gregg Braden’s works.

These authors are asking us to discover the true meaning of the Revelation, Qabala through Abraham, Moses, and Jesus. The immanence is reborn, in us, in fecundate expression. God as light has given us the command of Will to generate Light, direct it to where our best interest lies, the land of promise more than the land of fulfillment, and when we get there, we must not go back to the idolatry we were possessed by before we saw through the eyes of the cipher. There was a book, “Don’t Sweat The Small Stuff,” I believe. Maurice Cotterel outlines an important principle in “The Supergods;”

Quoting:

If loving purifies the soul then hating must damage the soul and this, within such a framework, must be avoided at all costs. Souls which have reduced their purity (‘voltage’) during their lifetimes must therefore be returned to Earth, upon ‘death,’ for another try. But of course the reduced level of this purity must in the next incarnation attach to a physical body of a damaged or inferior kind (lower voltage). Hence the soul will suffer in the next life for the transgressions, the hate, in the former life. This notion of spiritual redemption fits in well with the notion of karma. These theories of Divine Reconciliation and Iterative Spiritual Redemption compare migration of the soul to that of a raindrop, which is born and perceived as an individual entity. Later it dies, and like raindrops coalesce into streams that become rivers that flow to the oceans, before rising again to fall as raindrops. In the spiritual world the soul energies have a choice either to purify themselves and grow and return to the creative energy or not to purify themselves and be reincarnated for a second try. (1997, pg 157 “The Supergods”)

This warning against the self destructive nature of hating the other need be our most important focus. Criminality run amok in Jerusalem is also written in the Bible. Just like today, “the sons of Israel became even more corrupt than their fathers had been and incurred the wrath of YHWH … the sons of Israel organized themselves into a political state, ‘like all nations,’ and henceforth the name of Israel lost its meaning. (Brueggemann, ps. 38-39)”

For me this means that YHWH, the immanence, removes from me the promise of the Land and instead gives me a death challenge as if wrestling with Elohim all night. I may participate in the hate culture, the death culture, but I am incurring a lower voltage challenge of rebirth until I get Love right. How much more simple can it be. “Jeroboam, king of Israel, re-established the cult of idols. In this manner he wished to show his independence in the face of Judah. In the meanwhile, Jerusalem passed from a king who ‘did well’ to a king who was evil in the eyes of YHWH. (Suares, ps. 39-40)

What can YHWH do? “He brought upon them the king of the Chaldees (II Chron. xxxvi, 17), and Nebuchadnezzar slew all people, young or old; and he brought to Babylon all the treasures of the temple and all the treasures of kings and princes. (Suares, pg. 40)”

YHWH is an immanence, a glow, perhaps, on a ‘burning bush” that is not consumed fits more with a static electrical event such as St. Elmo’s Fire, as many rock climbers know. Heartmath dot com says we have a power that emanates from our heart chakra. We have authors agreeing God or YHWH is an Immanence, electrical, who can communicate when need be, and can wrestle a man in the desert all night if he not die, and he survive, he becomes a ruler of people, or, a measure of a person to emulate.  There is a lnely feeling to knowing God, knowing the immanence of YHWH, simply because when a person knows life this intensely, the person, the ego nature slides away and greater Life is perceived. “Time does not exist in the spirit world, only in the physical. (Cotterel, pg. 159)”

Tolle writes books and sells DVD’s and CD’s for the cultural production of the “Now,” when we’ve had that message for over ten thousand years. How long will it take for silly little boys and girls to get over the fear of Power Over freaks in metaphorical Egypt, the same Egypt the African-American and Aboriginal-Australian slave ran to escape from, entering the White wilderness they were thrust into in America and the stolen land in Australia. The power of hate lodges are self consuming, love being marked for special vibrational power within the immanence of An Sof. There is no evil intent to the true Qabala student. The intent is to comprehend the message of the Creator-Creation for the fulfillment of the personal mission of soul purification. In that timelessness, no amount of physical land will help you. No amount of magic money in the magic money machine will save you. when the immanence of YHWH turns against you believing you are evil, better to have left Egypt, because temples fall, young and old get killed, the Jews get sent packing, and Mao puts the rest of you all in the country hoeing turnips.

If the Christ is reborn to Messiah, then too, do the evil Stalins repeat with bloody altars. If there is no rebirth, and Einstein’s theory of time matches the concept of time not being present in the “spirit world,” which is the suggestion of non-locality, I am alive to self rebirth in the timeless now. Since a simple program says love thy neighbor as thyself is the way to personal redemption from personal hell, no outside terrors need apply, I will be locked in an uncomfortable struggle that Suares points out Mosheh found himself in. My involvement with the immanence I describe as leading me through the wilderness I find myself surrounded by, a civilization self consumed by materialistic greed and positivist imbalance, is the only place I have of refuge from the storm. The Sun is doing electric things, four solar flares heading earthward as I type, perhaps cutting off this electronic machine in a day or two and burying these words in oblivion, yet I have the promise and the assurance from Suares that Qabala with it’s system where each letter of the Hebrew alphabet is older than Judaic religion itself as a concept, as a “term,” and not just a letter like YHWH, but a formula for understanding the message of the Qabalistic Revelation, which is the important step in understanding who all of us are as people before Divine Grace and Cosmic Consciousness, which all are engulfed in a pulse of movement the Hindu call the Dance of Shiva. And behold, the power can make new.

Walk away from Egypt. The Maya walked away from Egypt and are still resisting Egypt in their mountain hills, with their version of Qabala they are fresh in occult practice.

Quoting:

We have not the time to spend in the consideration of antiquated approximations to knowledge. Therefore no mere student of Qabala will ever understand the Qabala from within … he would be trying to see by looking through the wrong end of a telescope. (Suares, pg. 47)

There might be a Gang of the Illuminati, but many of them can’t know the reality of power. I don’t believe in a Jewish Conspiracy, but do believe in a Meyer Lansky contingent. YHWH will give them 70 years in Iran if they are not careful, that’s the way it works sometimes.

Corruption of our soul is epidemic. The messages are everywhere. Pots call Kettles black. A world cleansing is mentioned in certain philosophies, but like most all 2012 type scenarios, like all apocalyptic scenarios, it is the capturing of your soul for lower voltage rebirth that marks the fad of greed, sloth, hardness of heart and hate that permeates that corruption. Beware the immanent. Beware the Logos of the Immanent YHWH, better to be a runner in the wilderness (which Suares writes is a bogus story anyway due to its self admitted numbers), with the promise of a fulfilling future than a slave bound to life stifling slavery in a GMO diet and God of false electricity.

How can the stone age hurt us if we Love as YHWH says? How can the wilderness of resource depletion ruin our sustenance when it has been promised that we will be sustained through the wilderness, and the reinforcement has been that Egypt gets destroyed and if we turn back that way, we get the 70 years out of country and an evaporated generational connection to our Truth. But wait! The message of the Zeitgeist is that the generational connection has been severed effectively without killing the young (yet). Will collective hate lower the overall voltage of life force on earth?

I think that is for another night.

Quoting:

Whenever physical destruction takes place, the purified souls would return to the creator. It thus makes sense to destroy the world periodically because the universal amount of love grows as a consequence. This is the Theory of Divine Reconciliation. ( Cotterel, pg. 157)

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And that, is what Jensen says is the detachment of humanity from their source, The God who gives freely from the land.

Quoting:

All of the world’s religions describe the creator ‘God,’ as ‘light.’ God could also be compared to electromagnetic energy, a source which manifests as ‘light.’ They also seem to agree that God is love and hence, presumably, more God is more love; which must by definition be ‘more good.’ And we are told that ‘God made man in his own image.’ Man can only ‘grow’ through ‘sacrifice’ — man must sacrifice a piece of himself, a sperm, snd woman must likewise sacrifice an ovum, before they can multiply. Similarly, the apple tree must sacrifice an apple if a new tree is to grow.

The only known mechanism of growth in our universe is therefore, sacrifice.   (The Supergods, Maurice M Cotterell, 1997, pg, 154 Thorsons/Harper Collins)

A few pages back in this progression I discussed the new paradigm of an electromagnetic universe. Mind as a power described by the following quote operates in a brain/chemical environment throughout the body as electricity. We are made in the image, which simply means we are part of this electromagnetic universe in a way that our electromagnetic functioning is like God’s, Elohim, the many pulses.

Quoting:

The student must grasp the idea of Mind separate and apart from Thought. Mind is the Material out of which Thoughts are formed. Mind is universally diffused throughout space in the same way as the ether, Prana and Astral Matter. It is, therefore, a form of Energy and not merely Thought. ( citation to be added)

Very simply, we exist on this electromagnetic ball in a static path about an electromagnetic arc engine of spin, itself caught in an arm of a greater spin, unto the Body of Christ — which I will use Christ as the Greek benediction of “Light”–the body or Throne of God.

Derrick Jensen advocates a return to the stone age of American Indians as a sustainable future. He relies upon the yield of the land, the destruction of the land, and the attitudes of death culture for his view that civilization is bad for all things other than human. While I tend to agree, spiritually we have been given a clue. Sustenance does not come from the land. For this clue I refer to the writing of  Walter Brueggemann in a book titled “The Land Overtures to Biblical Theology, 1982/1977 Fortress Press, Philadelphia.”

Quoting :

Exodus 16

Israel remembers wilderness landlessness as a place of murmur, protest, quarrelsome dissatisfaction. Israel says to its leaders: “Would that we had died by the land of the Lord in the land of Egypt when we sat by the fleshpots and ate bread to the full: for you have brought us out of this wilderness to kill this whole assembly with hunger” (16:3) The protest is against the freedom-giving leadership of Moses.(footnoted) The contrast is full and sharp. Egypt may have been slavery but it was filled with life-giving resources. Land always is. That is what land is. And wilderness is filled with hunger. Thus the correlation:

Egypt: flesh/bread : fullness

Wilderness : hunger : death. ( page 30)

The drama of the times is about nourishment. With expectations that 750,000 Somalians may die from starvation, the land is failing for one thing, and their slavery to it is bound by sociopolitical barriers not like the wilderness the Israel marched through.

Quoting:

That is the choice Israel had unwittingly made. In heady confidence it had chosen the freedom of deathly wilderness and found itself between oases. Israel did not know what it was choosing. But it could not believe its rightful destiny was to live between oases. The second component is the response to the protest. That is the wonder of the narrative. Even in the forsaken (God-forsaken?) wilderness, Yahweh is there with his answer:

Yahweh: Behold, I will rain bread from heaven. (v.4)

Moses: When the Lord gives you in the evening flesh to eat and in the morning bread to the full …. (v.8)

Yahweh: At twilight you shall eat flesh, and in the morning you shall be filled with bread. (v.12)

… Israel is shown that life-giving resources do not come from the land itself, but from heaven, from the Lord of landlessness. By the use of the same triad to promise exactly what is wanted, Israel is shown that life-giving resources do not come from the land but from Yahweh. Israel is not tied to, dependent upon, or subservient to the land. These resources are given to the landless by the Lord of chaos.

Israel could experience in the wilderness what it thought was only available in Egypt, discovering that in landless ness it could have what it thought only land could give. Imagine that–wanderers in wilderness satiated! Protests answered, bellies filled, needs supplied, cries heard! These are dimensions of Yahweh’s wilderness which surprise the hopeless sojourners. (p. 31 Ibid)

Here we have the promise that if we attempt a reset of culture as the Permaculturists suggest, we can rely upon God to guide us in this new wilderness. We need no New World Order, we simply need the correct world order. The correct world order can be found in the Green Hermetic approach to understanding our place in our home. As the sojourners wondered and found their place in the world, they found their land in the world, the God Yahweh and the other residents of the land always usurped the ownership of the land from one peoples to a next, like Thomas Jefferson purchasing the Louisiana Purchase. There are decedents of the American Indian tribes that lived there and thought the land was theirs until the soldiers came to affect the Pogrom.

Fear is intentionally instilled in people over their ownership of land for the purpose of the profit of Egypt, metaphorically. The New World Order fear to be locked in rootedness upon the land, to be restricted in travel, may be at base the guilt of karma and the way the current western civilization has treated the American Indians and the Chinese have treated the Tibetans. The landless can hold their expectation of sustenance provided by Yahweh  and not from the land itself. In such a reminder as the Israel receives time and again, I wouldn’t invest with long term expectations in the settlements. Yahweh may have other plans. Our personal traumatic stresses mean nothing to God interested only in our having faith in receiving sustenance.

Maybe Jensen’s call to shut it all down is not such a bad idea given it appears to all be crumbling without hope of repair.

Quoting:

A lion has gone up from his thicket,

a destroyer of nations has set out;

he has gone forth from his place

to make your land a waste;

our cities will be ruined without inhabitant.” (4;5-7) (ibid, page 112