When your time is up...

I try not to harp on white people problems, but I have to confess, I have felt terror and lived to tell the tale.
For years, I have driven on one of the most deadly stretches of road in the state. Yesterday I counted five times that idiots tried to wreck me and none of those drivers gave throwing the dice a second thought. Complete ineptitude and offensive driving were on full display. The culprit, perhaps was not the brainless ones piloting their cars, but whatever they were spacing out about. The time to attend to your surroundings is when you are driving! Pesky Blighters! On the way home four more stepped up to keep the threat of death alive and I thought for sure, there is some sort of idiot maximum, which I had sustained.

Untrue; today, just seven miles from my city, a lady came down the Freedom on ramp at breakneck speed, only to encounter me going perhaps five miles per hour slower than the limit, never looking, never turning her head and the passing lane was full, so I had no escape. She slammed on her brakes and was right up on my ass, before the merge lane even started to go away. If she had paid any attention, perhaps she would have noticed a car's ass end rapidly approaching, but no, probably ended up being the closest call of all ten of these events, but if you are coming into traffic, you are supposed to match their speed, that's why I go a little slower than the limit, so folks who are merging have more time to blend into traffic.
Jumping into my following distance robs everyone behind us. Please don't do it. forcing me to slow to let you jump the line is just rude! To those who jump lane to lane, to try to get ahead, we all see your ass end at the next stop light, or exit, so let's act like we are all on one team, remembering that if we all arrive alive, we can all win!

It is Only Everything We Love That is Threatened

I heard an eloquent womyn say this recently. Truly, what will it take to get us collectively up off our asses and get us to stop letting the pressure of the electrons emitted by the teevee on our retina push us back down, onto the couch? How about a couple poorly timed, fake attacks on tankers bound for Japan? While the Japanese Prime minister is visiting Iran, securing the release of a U.S
 citizen held on spy charges? When the nation is doing it's level best to be on good behavior amongst the other nations of the Earth. This is a false flag attack at the very least. Nothing to see here, except deception. When endless sabre rattling does not suffice, the war machine slowly ratchets up the pressure until something goads the public into another bloodthirsty human rights violation. We have seen these things play out far too many times.
I am running for congress, others may write letter sot the editor, or tell their friends about their favorite candidates. Still others will speak for us at public hearings and in various fora. It has been generations since we had a real organized political citizenry, perhaps it will come again. surely enough of us have had our oxen gored to enrich the oligarchs.

The beaver is one of my spirit guides. They are industrious and their work leads to a cascade of ecological benefits. Learn some of the ways to do that here. Please, drop a line or comment if you have insights that you would like to share.

Post Sabbatical

I have returned, renewed, refreshed and with clarity, but that has been more than offset by the moral injury I sustain daily watching a traitor disassemble our nation before my very eyes. The times require a complete and utter upturning and upheaval. Everywhere the fascist state intrudes into our lives, it needs to be pruned back. Everywhere racism rears its head, cut it off. I don't care if we are up against Medusa herself, get in there and start slashing. At this point, I'm not even going to care what realm you operate in. stand up, say "Hells no!" when given demeaning, life sucking, B.S. jobs, things managers would never dream of doing themselves, or that outright hurt others. Just say no takes on deeper meaning when wielded against oligarchs.

The eternal spiral unfolding as our Earth, passes through space is roughly shaped like a corkscrew. The living cycle of the last year, independent from blogging gave me a deeper understanding of being clear, no matter what your perspective. Realizing that we will never again have the same perspective is both liberating and bittersweet. Instead of being immersed in writing in a certain style, during my sabbatical, I wrote both on my book about my bicycle ride around the Great Lakes and two smaller books, about things my mother has done and my reminiscences about NYC during the years I was a frequent guest and sometime resident on island. In our minds eye, time is virtually irrelevant. Writers are often as comfortable in the moments preserved by writers of a thousand years ago as they are in this moment. Piecing together salient ideas from across the many centuries is the task of those who want to teach and enlighten. My logo can be described far easier than it is to make it so.

If you have ever heard of the merkaba, it is like a spinning three (or multi-) dimensional vortex. a sphere of energetic resonance with the all. Sublime as it may seem, I want my logo to vibrate with that energy, perhaps flashing in reversing colors, or jiggling about slightly, so they have the energy of life. The logo, corporate image is the analemma, complete with moonthly increments and a zodiacal index along the design.

Hovering over the relative "dates" (parts of the year, represented along the line of the design) would bring up other pages where one could see what type of ECO-Tours are offered, specific to that time of year, registration information and helpful information about pagan events going on at that time as well. Please, if you know of anyone who is a crack programmer, set them this challenge. If someone can make what I just described happen, I'd cut them in for a lifetime supply of biochar.

This revolt needs to focus on getting the oligarchs and their money out of politics. Our founers, above all were honorable, they based their candidacy for their position on intellect, belief that a better future could be forged, but now our tastes are told to us by the ultra wealthy. their interests are served, not ours. If minimum wage had increased like CEO salaries, it would be thirty three dollars per hour. Ideas matter. If we are to have our democracy, we have to let all ideas be heard. Cable news stations have spent more time on Biden than all the other candidates combined. How are we to hear through the noise? Biden wrote the Crime Bill, which those of us who knew about the criminal justice system said would perpetrate genocide against the black community, which it has. All the way back then, progressive voices called for police pension funds to take the hit for extra-judicial killings of innocent people, but did the powers that be ever say that out loud? Hells No!

Again, I write to tell the story about what to do, do not give up the ship. Do know that you are valid.