Cyclical

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-KLPI3nduAM
This helps me to understand that we are living through another iteration of the human story. It is once again the end time, like Singapore expat community dancing the night before the war blew in on their shores, Paris the week before the Germans invaded, coastal humans in the couple of years before the big ice melt …
the battle of those who were meant to love each other is once again center stage.
The High Man, ( whose story is told on earth as Orion, Ideal Jesus (or other mythologised figure), and Higher Self) is marked out in Earth monuments, and stars in the sky.
Celtic Culture was born on high,
living on in the “foul rag and bone shop of the heart.”

Image: Triskedali Skedaddle.  30 x 40 in large mat. Available in Tampa $125

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the Voices of Water

My mind is in a constant stream of consciousness with many voices . I begin to identify them and feel that they are consciousness itself in all its many  iterations.
I am this current assemblage of experience and input. Here is my output today.
The Voices Of Water
I am.
Water is consciousness.
Matter is conscious
Sun gives life.
Matter and water co-create.
Eternal trinity outside of time what is I AM.
Death is inevitable.
Each life force experiences the “7 years of famine and the 7 years of plenty”.
My life in my “luxury” and my art studio is the culmination and the Paradise of so many previous iterations of my essential life force. How the maid who boiled and carried the water, the woman who chopped the wood for husband and children’s bath before hers,  love to bathe in the tub. How the artistic person, whose gifts lay unexplored because living required endless labor, delights in my studio.  Western culture either does not recognise the indestructible life force or calls it soul. This essential life force or human soul is recognised by Maori who refer to it as Mauri.. Wairua is the designation of the individual soul. Life force itself – flowing in so many channels, is One. I O. Io – supreme beingNonbeing. One Zero.
In this moment many are experiencing the years of famine in which nature’s glory may be more obvious as they live lives more connected to Earth and less sheltered.
May gifts of kindness and food, shelter and hope be theirs more and more, so they may have happiness, if not yet plenty.
Many are experiencing the years of plenty.
Our lack of awareness makes no difference and all the difference to the trajectory of life.
Humanity is moving to awareness of unity. Our species has experienced  times of scarcity when we live closer to Earth, and times of plenty, when we harness and master energy. The Holocene pleasant stable temperatures gave us a taste of Paradise.  Having kicked ourselves out of Paradise and into the Anthropocene,  our species is  now heading for the times of scarcity, “when they shall long for death” .
Those of us who see this, and are unable to communicate it effectively;
those of us for whom the  reveal of life’s meaning or purpose  is unable to stabilize, also “long for death”.
For me, the Hope switch in my brain is constantly returned to the On position, by the Consolations of Philosophy. My joy comes from the Hope that i could share how i see the world. So i do.
My dead are in my head in a constant dialogue. I call them the voices of water. Water is consciousness. Ibi, goddess.  Matter, the time and space congealment of energy, is conscious. Sun Ra gives life. Water and matter co-create with that life. The eternal trinity is now and ever shall be.
So many dead, and so many by their own hand. Suicide species! In the consciousness of water, and sunshine, Water is life, Sun gives life. If only I could shine the light into the darkness of meaninglessness and pain.
For me, the voices in my head  are the beings now dead who share my life and some of them can speak. Love!  is the instruction.  “Love thy neighbor as thyself ” – and how we moderns hate ourselves! My dead are already with me and I am already with them. This is Paradise, but it can be hell to live here.
Elizabeth E Mitchell
Silk Painting and Studio Experiences.

My letter SunlightFlorida.org

Endless pamphlets from SunlightFlorida.org come in my mail, with images of  Dana Young, and her name in large print. She is a Florida lawmaker who votes against healthcare. SunlightFlorida ostensibly want us to call her.  I wrote them thus:

Thanks for all the free publicity for Dana Young. I sure wont forget her name when it comes to voting.

I   associate her name with pamphlets that told me healthcare should be affordable for everyone.

I have no idea who  is running against her or if she’s on the ballot in November,  or what district she represents and whether its mine, but when it comes to voting, I’ll certainly remember her name. and I know she has something to do with fairness in healthcare. I get so many pamphlets from you about her which I glance at and throw in the trash…
thank you so much.

Elizabeth E Mitchell
Post Script: Once i decided to actually see who the heck was sending me all these reminders about her – you know name recognition is so important, –  i thought perhaps it is a republican organisation …
a confusing but brilliant tactic.
If it is a mole who reads this email , i expect it to be trashed. If it someone who is actually concerned about an equitable future I hope you will hear and understand .and WAKE UP.
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Democrats seize defeat from the jaws of victory because they focus on negative details instead of positive visions. The people dont care cant deal with the details – we leave that up to those in the know. We want VISION.

i’ll be at Cool Art in St Pete july 14/15 2018

Eid al Fitr – something i know almost nothing about.

Today til sunset is EID AL FITR. \he end of Ramadan is but the tip of the iceberg. Once we take a closer look, we discover it is the day to perform zakat. or charitable giving. On further analysis I propose this clarification :
Humanists want our wealth which is taxed by our elected government to be self generating through positive programs , rather than our wealth being used to destroy our environment and our brothers and sisters, militarising our communities and poisoning the common weal.
 
from wikipedia:
Zakat (Arabic: زكاة zakāh [zaˈkaː], “that which purifies”…a form of almsgiving …ranking next after prayer in importance.
As one of the 5 pillars of Islam, zakat is a… charitable contribution [based on] the right of the poor to find relief from the rich.
Zakat is based on income and the value of all of one’s possessions,….above a minimum amount known as nisab. [It] is paid to the poor, and the needy, ….. to free from slavery, to debtors, in the cause of Allah, and the stranded traveller.
Today, in most Muslim-majority countries, zakat contributions are voluntary. In Libya, Malaysia, Saudi Arabia,Sudan, and Yemen, zakat is mandated and collected by the state.
Shias, unlike Sunnis, have traditionally regarded zakat as a private and voluntary decision, and they give zakat to imam/[church]-sponsored rather than state-sponsored collectors.
 
My comment:
Separation of Church and state looks like the Shia/Humanist form of religion.
Social Safety net style state taxation looks like the Sunni/Humanist form of religion.
Religion mandated by the state is the Fundamentalist form of religion. Fundamentalists want to make charity voluntary because they believe in perfection, and tout their own lives as exemplary.
Church going fundamentalists want the church to be involved in government and taxation.
Atheists are concerned to deny anything religious.
Humanists want our wealth which is taxed by our elected government to be self generating through positive programs , rather than our wealth being used to destroy our environment and our brothers and sisters, militarising our communities and poisoning the common weal.
 

Rapid Report 5.31.18

The Rapid Report.

Walking this morning in the park and giving thanks for the beauty of sunrise, greeting the contemplative duck standing unphazed, in perfected awareness by the path, I met my friend M.
I asked M why America is so divided, she told me of growing up in a staunchly Republican family of dear good civic minded folk, who saw their jobs disappearing and who felt grievance at democratic policies which privileged others – the under privileged although that was not the language Republicans are taught to consider. Her intemperate but “heart of gold “ uncle, counted down the days till Bill Clinton would be out of office. Her family are great Trump supporters. Their hero promises their dreams will come true. They are good , good people – misguided yes.

M said she had never favored Christianity, but has recently been employed in a company which is determinedly Christian. She said it is eye opening to see how they put into practice, concepts of caring and justice.

I would like to add that in my opinion Democrats fail to account for the real reason jobs are disappearing – money is being filtered to the top . In a healthy economy , EVERYONE has enough to meet basic needs. Healthcare and education are responsibilities of the state. Taxes are used to give basic human rights to all. G’s son recently spent a day in the emergency room – the bill was $14,000. This lad’s credit is destroyed. His potential in life has been limited.

We the People need to unite, vote in the August (FL) primaries etc.

The art is a recent silk painting – a new move for me. I will be at Cool Art July 14/15 in St Pete.

Un freeze.

4.20, 2018. 9.22-
Auspicious date. Not too late.

Net talk makes me baulk.
Some say today is close to our last.
So much closer than most think.
Uncalculateds making it fast.
We’ll so soon be in the drink.

And be merry for tomorrow we die,
or diet enforced by loss of crops and loss of bees…
But oh, how it did please me to see
the magnolia provide for the bee.
In a full bloomed flower at morning hour
the stamen had fallen in heaps and piles
on a creamy white petal bowl –
the bees who were snurfling this treat like wee piggies
at times lifted off –
floating above and around,
drunkenly bumbling
’til they landed again where such plenty was found.

Like the head of a super sayan was the pistil
big, in a full skirt of white;
china red her smooth bodice,
holding that yellow head upright.

Look! next time you see one,
mira! she dances with bees;

Blissfully nourished;

i am part too of the great unfreeze.

 

 

 The story is absolutely circular. Compare Moebius strips and spirals, and twinned gyres in a toroidal donut. All circular. The circumference of my skull is mentally composed of the input from my senses and my awareness. Beyond time and universe is the imaginative realm of consciousness, immaterial energy, “god”  – still within my skull. So much of my world concept is shared with others, and so much is not. Comprehending that our reality is not only material but also conceptual is step one. The material exists – we interpret it.

writings; philosophical meanderings