With This New Moon

With this new moon, I have begun a new quest. I intend to wrest from myself, as if from a crucible, insight. I will look deeper into my community, the neighborhood and new contacts, to determine what unique characteristics among them will become my next mentor, the next muse. Instinct tells me that in spite of all the harsh vibe that I spew on corporate welfare whores, I know that their souls are deeply wounded. Rather than the way Maria sings it in Sound of Music, somewhere in their youth or childhood, something terrible happened. Either they were abused or neglected, I don't really care which. Either way, they are behaving in a most obnoxious manner and must be brought to heal. A beautiful friend that I met with yesterday and I came up with the idea of creating protests of grandmothers, who would file in two rows along the path their legislators had to walk to get to their offices and chambers. As I have written in the past, the Iroquois Confederacy, which was used as a model for America's "new" government, had a single thing that was different, only grandmothers could vote. Let me tell you, by the time a woman has children who are also having children, they know who the hotheads of the tribe are, they know which among them has been crippled by greed, or the ones who are true diplomats, respectful of the group and even those with enough humility to make the best choices for everyone, into seven generations.

I want to develop, or at least invoke the deep knowing of the grandmothers, and to do that I will have to lay aside the urge to "be right" all the time. Those who have been killing the planet, reaping the windfall profits of both subsidy and leaving their poison legacy, are very, very sick indeed. Rather than my ire, they need a remedial course in humanity. We have stacked the cards in favor of the wrong people for so long that they have become addicted to their own power, sucking up, much as Ziggy Stardust did "into their mind"(s). Drunk on power, defended by Calvinistic beliefs that the have-nones deserve it because they are immoral wretches, undeserving even of pity. In reality, they, themselves are the ones who need to be pitied. The very supposition that one person should be paid billions whilst others scrape to make poverty wage is absurd. No one man is "worth" the wages of thousands. It just must no be allowed to stand.

All politicians should be elected by the grandmothers, war would end, provisioning for war would end, schools would be properly funded and when people got hurt, they would be cared for, not imprisoned by debt, or shackled to ill health by subsidized mock food. I know that having a broader perspective has given me a much deeper understanding of my environment, now that I am a grandfather myself, I need to find the best ways to relay what I have learned to others, sharing a bit of insight if possible before I go. With this new moon, I commit myself to more fully reflect the grandpama that I am becoming.