I want to touch on privacy, too and touch on our love of homeland, and our karmic battle with those our race have displaced, harmed and oppressed in the name of freedom. I have begun to talk of it. We carry that harm for generations, and it eats away at our capacity to be complete.
It makes us hypocrites to be patriots wanting freedom for ourselves before repairing ancestral crimes.
I am not talking about reparations. Reparations are empty gestures and in themselves offensive, as if wealth come by harm is worthy of enjoyment. I’m taking about cultural respect. The conquer and plunder mentality must end, and the honor and learning begin. As I have mentioned in former posts, the Iroquois Nation was an inspiration to the Founding Fathers, for the intertribal governance that created primary peace between tribes for nearly a millennia. I have also mentioned that our forefathers also erroneously considered them ‘savages’, and left aside the role of grandmothers in their self governance described in our declaration and constitutions.
Rather than synthesizing the best of both wisdoms (the wheel, the medicines, the relationship with Nature), the forefathers plan for government was formed with a biblical idea of dominion by men over Nature, other humans and especially women.
Driving home from Bradley airport last night, I listened to an analysis of the markets, a Jim Willie was offering up his expertise. As I listened, the absurdity of our financial ways flavored my thoughts. The entire domain of Wall Street being a fictional morass of idiotic pretenses of success. Stock option, put options, hedge fund, bonds, treasury bills, all money making money. In other words the harnesses of indenture. Not only the indenture of human spirit, the indenture of nature, and the dishonor of both.
I understand the desire to create freedom, and I next listened to an interview with a powerful woman Sandy Miarecki who described her path to bring forward the members.republicfortheunitedstates.org, the interview was conducted over a year ago. This morning I skimmed over the Declaration of Sovereign Intent from that website. I have looked into these organizations, and while I believe they are properly intending, they fall short of a truer way. That, is, if our way forward is the desire to honor, and harmonize with each other and nature, while protecting ourselves from violence without overt violence.
I came off the plane, at 11 pm at the Bradley, lights dim throughout the cavernous airport, all the shops shut for the night, the huddle of passengers traipsing together through the peaceful space. It’s a nice space to return to. Last night, in the distance, far down the hall, I heard something. It was bag pipes. Not loud, soft. As we all rounded the corner into the brighter lit area to approach the escalators to the baggage claim and ground transport, there were people lining both sides of the way. People with American flags, and Thank You signs. Beyond them were a pair of lines of cheerleaders, blue and gold pompoms. Some men stood with decorated uniforms and larger gold fringed American flags. All past 11 pm at night.1
I asked a woman as I walked by, she said they were waiting on the veterans returning from DC. I went down the escalator and thought to myself, how often do I have the opportunity to thank veterans placed before me like this? I went right back up the other side. Found a place in line and the friendly woman offered me a tiny stick American flag (no fringe). In short order the Veterans came round the corner, they must have disembarked right after the plane I came on. They all had blue shirts and they were elders, some in wheelchairs. Most of them had served in the Korean War.
As I thanked them, and shook some hands, I felt their experiences, and their honorability and sacrifice, and it made me well up. The dishonorable truth of war itself, all wars being bankers wars, and the subsequent twisting of the soul that comes from stepping up for honorable reasons, going through hellish realities on the back of that honor and service, with the fundamental perversion of goodness by instigators of war for profit.
It’s a complicated experience for Americans.
On the plane, I had two books to read, one They walked with Jesus, a book of transcripts of two subjects of regressive hypnotherapy, offered by Delores Cannon, and another by Donald Trump, which I had bought thinking it was more current, his prescription to fix America. Written in 1915, to present his political policy orientation. In one chapter therein, he spoke of what he would do to deal with Iran and terrorists. He spoke of using economic clout, and ending our free “protection” of Europe, and he said he would go in a kill every last terrorist of Isis, with precision bombing and get rid of them.
As politicians go, Trump is more inclined to peace than others. However, it got me thinking. #1, even though we kill, we cannot eliminate energy, and the energetic signature of the ones we kill, as well as our own that killing perpetuates. I observe this against a backdrop of personally not believing in “turning the other cheek”. I most fervently do believe in protection of the peace. Could it be accomplished differently, I wondered. I imagined the types of ways that ISIS and other violent factions could be dealt with, stopped and contained, without perpetuating the energetic signature of violence.
I thought of a mighty service corps, not unlike we have today, filled with strong men and women who develop disciplines that cause cessation of violence, with a variety of containment or suppressive, or transformative methods. I imagined planes or drones flying over a desert town in Iran, spewing sleeping gas, and then troops picking up the sleeping bodies to bring them to a space where they would be contained, a space of land, perhaps with a perimeter created by laser technology, and on that land the basic tools for growing their own food and creating their own shelter.
I imagined great nets for use to prohibit their further violence. I thought of the use of reward, where the planes dropped gifts, not bombs and turned the people away from violent intent. I thought of stunning methods, all kinds of methods that would preclude the perpetuation of the violent signature, and yield the protection we must enact.
For our violent intent must be purged, and our peace must be maintained. This is the quality of advancement we seek, and yearn for, without which, we shall remain slaves. Slaves to our troubled spirits, never capable of flowing into the joyous realms. Chaos makers must be recognized for what they do, and coped with. Chaos is a spiritual disease, I would guess, perhaps it is instrumental to our change, and our learning, however, I would lean to that as an incorrect theory.
No matter, we are where we are, and here, we have chaos run rampant, through the veins of America. To cleanse that chaos involves something more profound than restoring the original republic. Absolutely because that republic sits on a foundation of violence. So, something about representative government is problematic.
We cannot confer power to others and expect respect. We each must retain our authority, and yet, we are not specialists, and we do need organizational personnel, people who serve our peace, who service our mutual governance. I see that selecting then electing people to speak for us puts the cart before the horse. We need to be selecting that which we want the servants to do first. To do anything else is simply guaranteed to lead to corruption and abuse. I am not talking about allowing for promises as a means for stating the jobs we need done by our servants. I am talking about specific jobs that need doing, that we in our humbler wisdom (humbler than narcissistic), generate descriptors for, then seek the best expertise to do. Big jobs usually come with governance, thus, we seek the best expertise to lead teams to do the jobs.
I do not hire a person at my home and say, thank you for coming, I will listen to you and do as you say and pay you whatever you demand. That describes making myself a hostage, and that is exactly what we have in America, we Americans are hostage. So Frankly, despite the good intentions of peace and freedom that groups like tactical civics, and the republicfortheunitedstates.org and the myriad of groups dedicated to reviving the forefathers structures, it simply is not good enough for me.
I believe we need much more flexibility and involvement, that involvement coming from the people owning and managing the money supply we utilize, a money supply that does not allow indenture, enslavement or personal authority by virtue of extortion, fraud, extraction, or oppression. Will there be very rich people in such an economic relationship? Yes, there will be. Will there be great companies? Yes, there will be. There will be, I see, great creative beauty, for that uplifts humanity and is treasured. There will be great healing, for health serves our pleasure, only therein will be expunged the profiteering by creating the problem, because, we the people will no longer fund it.
There will be great advancement, for we will not rest on singular economic assumptions, that all power must come from central utilities, for example. I do not want to restore the old way of governance, I want to move into a much grander mutuality than before. I am certain we can and that we shall.
Perhaps its because we are entering the Aquarian age, perhaps its because the contrast demands it. I do not want to discount the existence of intense violence as a religious exercise, as an innate quality of otherworld entities. I do not want to sell a boring future, instead I want to partake in quality humanity.
FYI, both my adult children are suffering, one from indenture, and the other as a chaos maker. However, it seems to me, that unless you will work with me to restructure our mutual governance for the better, I cannot do right by them, nor right by Nature. I want to prosper, truly I do, but not in this system of grotesque misuse, abuse, fraud and dishonor.
My home is in that clear sight and sound of better harmony.
In the back of the plane the children were seated with their parents, it must have been intentional by the Breeze airways, across from me was a young couple, with a small girl, ahead of me was a mother with a one year old and 3 more across the aisle, and across behind me was another anglican mother with 2 asian children, and there were a few more in the rows ahead of them. I noticed the sounds of the children during the 4.5 hour flight. There wasn’t any screaming or shrieking. The couple across from me were profoundly in love with each other and their daughter. Without toys or much at all, they enjoyed each other’s company the whole way, napping some, and sharing snacks. The daughter stood on the seat and peeked back to the children behind.
Near the end of the flight, some of the children in rows ahead who could speak were asking have we landed yet? Even though we were still in the air. Another repeated a line from somewhere in a most comic way “ I am freaking out! just freaking out!” These children can have a broader chance to experience their world in peaceful creative manifestation, then my own sons. The flight attendants cracked each other up as they delivered their rotes, and at first I thickened with a blush of outrage, how dare they depart from professionality with laughter? And then I relaxed and enjoyed everything about the joyousness. This is exactly how it’s better.
This is my better home.
Flags are used for a symbolic language, and the gold fringe is the military flag.