the reader may enjoy reading
this song aloud, then pause and do something else, ...
later go on ... or repeat as necessary
the sounds of the words - spoken - have
their own dance, not just in the mind, but
every-when-where that hears
[Warning, this may be the most
Subversive Stuff you
will ever read - nobody is going to like it, as it
multiple offenses to the static mindset-prisons
Will your mindset be among them?]
Americans, ... among the Lost -
notes from inner-space, ... the
true Final Frontier
confessions of a white American shaman
Sometimes shamans have to seriously challenge folks’
All the same, it can be a difficult art to introduce
and an Art even harder, to choose to just listen for a
Maybe something is going on in the Spirit of the US of
A, that explores ...
flute and drum - heaven and earth - breath and blood
The following is a kind
of song about what is not-seen, but wants/needs to be
known. The reader will perhaps find unfamiliar
expressions, it being difficult to use Words on a page to
point in the direction of the individualistic dances we all
share from just being human. This is not an
intellectual exercise, or argument by the Way, but merely a
Tale of a Journey to an Unusual Territory. The
situation will hopefully be better illuminated below,
because for most readers ... much of life itself will be
familiar, ... just that in this story: Life - human
biographical experience - will be wearing (what to some) are
a fresh palette of Ideas, with a different back-story. and
some alternative Names.
“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge
is limited to all we now know and understand, while
imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever
will be to know and understand.” Albert Einstein ...
“We can not solve our problems with the same level of
thinking that created them” Einstein, once more ...
Then there is: “ ... insanity is doing something over and
over again and expecting a different result”. Which is
attributed to Einstein, but no source has yet been found.
At the roots of the social difficulties of modern humanity
lie spiritual realities and riddles. The world works
in real ways that can only be recognized and understood by
casting aside erroneous assumptions that flew into our lives
on the wings of an unnatural and immature science. The
Ancients were not wrong, nor is Faith incorrect. No
small matter that, which evokes a different kind of Tale
about America, the People of America, and the Meaning of
world events. She's back (never actually was gone -
just misplaced as it were), and has a lot of friends and
companions, human and otherwise ... including Second
Comings, Wizards, and other highly skilled folk.
“Shaman” is a peculiar, and perhaps dangerous, Word.
Folk, who cry out over cultural appropriation, may pick a
fight: “That’s our word, you can’t use it. It belongs
Sorry, no. Ideas belong to everyone willing to grasp
them, when they ride by - from whatever source.
Similar problem with the word: White. Modern culture
is lost in the confusion that race is significant, which
effectively makes it so. Where folk are lost, shamans
have to go.
I do not mean by this word (shaman) to imply secret powers,
either. Voodoo, ju-ju, hocus pocus, abracadabra - a
real shaman does not. However, ... nor do I mean to
imply that the Universe (or Reality, or the What-is) is Not
magical and mystical. Human experience is decidedly,
and most especially: Magical and Mystical ... and Scientific
Here’s the hard and the sad of being a shaman. You
don’t seem to get to pick to be “it”. It is a bit like
the game of “tag you’re it”, ... It's just that the Folks
who “tag” a shaman are much more like gods and goddesses
than anything else. By the way, “God”, as a word, is a
little tired tho’ isn’t it. Overused in too many
pointless Ways. Although,when you use that word, dear
reader, ... does your idea of gods and goddesses include
In certain circumstances I/me like these kinds of words:
"Divine Mystery". Sometimes: “the Word”, or “the
Wind” If you asked me where to find god, I’d say: look
in a mirror, which is shaman-speak for the most obvious of
observations any “mind” can make. Plus, ... isn’t it
curious that human beings make bets about anything that
comes to mind to make a bet about. Underlying this is
a belief/observation from childhood: The world is magical,
and wishes do come true.
The scientific Gods are named: "wtf does religion have to do
with "reality, "chance, "accident, "coincidence ,and
"randomness" - at least in the sense implied by big bang
cosmology and neo-Darwinian evolution, ... All the same, the
Past didn’t happen that Way so far described (except, there
seems to be a general agreement to shroud the "where did all
this crap come from" question in mysterious terms.
Still, given the seemingly outrageous complexity of our
experience, those are not bad Tall Tales created for us so
far, by an oddly not-yet
Yet, ... we've outgrown the old gods, going now for the new
(while praying to both in the face of winter), because what
we/me are is something very remarkable. Very
much more than just a piece of walking dirt, on a stone ball
covered mostly with water, drifting aimlessly in a
nearly endless oceanic cosmos of stars, planets, and wisely
reluctant otherness-alien civilizations. Not
that. Way more fascinating. Throwing out the
Gods and Goddesses took a lot of fun out of life.
Don't like what gravity did to your body? There's a
complaint window, accessible to all - which is always manned
with the appropriate to your own culture invisible.
As we live in a modern, basically scientific, culture - an
educational process for creating “shamans” equal to
the moments/movements of modernism is then advisable.
The Folks that “tag” you make certain that the actual gods
and goddesses of chance and fortune offer you a lifetime’s
opportunities born in being a Fool: As in ...
You don’t know where you are going. Nor are you going
where you believe you might be going. What is worse is
that most of the choices, that led you to where you
presently are, you have made yourself. You get
“where”, and still have to choose: What’s Next.
The Tag-you’re-it People also don’t tell you what to do
(except ... circumstances can seem to force choice - a major
Riddle that). Basically they do deliver possibilities
and potentials. Twenty-third Psalm and
all. Gifts can be a burden, or a joy. Hard
to live with yourself if you don’t put them to the use
your-me's-selve's judge/create: (as in - you get to decide -
see: <god-in-a-mirror>). The most magic true
idea is that all human beings are in various states of a
shamanistic education, according to their own character and
culture. To have a human biography can be a wonder for
the person living it. The School of Hard Knocks
works-over everyone, as does the other-half of the
University of Life: the School of Sharing the Pain. It
is just that the names have been changed, from time and
place - in the once in a while -
of Always been that Way.
Love, from whichever whatever gods and goddesses, is
centered on the individual biography - i.e. yours, and
everyone else's. What we call history, news, as
regards the course of nations and wars - all that is a
secondary social phenomena, in which the individual
biographies are embedded. Hard to get your mind around
that? Read on, notice your life, and decide for
One Way to paint the picture (with wiz-bang metaphorical
aids) is that all the world is riding in ships, facing
perfect storms - each sub-storm perfect for them.
And, you-we-me’s ride up and down on the waves of a
constantly crashing social ocean, where rules of navigation
(moral or otherwise) can change wildly. Everyone sails
seas of troubles. Many believe that what is right for
them ought to be right for everyone else. How much of
the seas of troubles comes from the waves we make ourselves?
A recent American presidential election was full of stark
surprises - shocking to see, like the
Death Card in Tarot. Something unexpected
happened. Even the winning candidate did not expect to
win, until he changed his mind again, and said he had
expected to win. He got “lucky”, and found out that
his personal Next-Now "is harder than I thought”. The
Gods and Goddesses have created an astounding display/lesson
in Civics. Precisely calibrated drama-educational
opportunities for all to grow into even more interesting
Citizenship (render unto Caesar - the State, And unto Gods
and Goddesses - what is Theirs). The Trump Event is
Moral Physics as Farce, which we sometimes also speak of as:
“karma’s a bitch”. The Ancients knew a lot of stuff
better than we do today.
Chance and fortune also rode the New England Patriots to a
comeback win that surprised even them. Instant
karma for the NFL, who are the real cheats.
Time to pay attention to the little daily
miracles. Shamans do this like breathing.
Dr. Who rides the Tardis, - - - not. The Tardis rides
Dr. Who, - albeit a passionate love affair with the Wild in
Each. A Time Lord only gets to be one of those if Time
Itself starts the game of “tag, you’re it”. All of us
are getting “tagged”, by the way. Different gods,
angels, lower entities, and karma's a bitch - enough to go
around for All of us me's.
Wherever a human being is, there lives choice. Our
choices. That’s Why “we/me 's” are there - to make
those choices. No future exists, ever. Maybe not
even Now, depending on your aesthetic tastes. But,
we-me's all just got our own Now-biography, so WTF do we do
<there> is ='s ours. Not WWJD, but
whatwouldme'sdo. Authorized in fact, otherwise the
"choice" would not exist.
In a world where everyone is potentially a self-learning
shaman, what is the point? Well, just that. Lots
of folk feel very lost, and don’t know how to wake up yet to
the wise guide in the own consciousness: - <the own
blind-seer of your personal spiritual destiny in this
life>. Our education, as linked to scientific
ideas, truths, theories, and mistakes, tends to deny the
spirit in the human being. A Christian might look to
the first two Letters of John, and see that if the Father
and the Son are denied, as is done by modern science (all is
matter, there is no spirit), that’s the presence of the
Which we will soon meet below, far more intimately than we
We are not our brains. We are not the flesh - we
are the spirit riding the flesh. Granted the Divine
Mystery organized the process by which we ended up in
bondage to such Ideas as: <A “matter-only-reality”>,
... just remember that all that the Wind Sings/does is a
Love-Song. Including kicking human beings out of the
Nest on occasion. [And the Word became Flesh and Dwelt
Among Us - even that Dude came down off Hhis whatever.]
This is not at all meant to demean “the Flesh” - the
physical nature of the world of experience is
remarkable. Make a picture in your own imagination of
the total network of nerves in your human body.
Isolate that, and give it a high-light color, say opal or
opalescence. Free it to sparkling constantly, because
spiritual conscious is present. The brain and
its everywhere extensions (seen holistically in the
picture-imagination) is a god-invented, designed and built
“interface” between spirit-mind and the world of “matter”.
These nerves get smaller and smaller and smaller as they
spread out into the skin, the largest visible sense
organ. The skin has three layers, where either: Nerve
processes concentrate at one edge of the spectrum of
presence; Respiratory processes concentrate at the middle of
the spectrum of presence; and, metabolic processes
concentrate at the most inward aspect of the “skin”
experience. Bandages are useful. Kisses do a lot
This nerve-sense experience is the Flute. When you sit
quietly for prayer, meditation, watching TV or other Ways (I
like napping), What you “feel” is the Flute.
Interwoven with the Flute, the Drum - the pulse of the blood
- which also has a network everywhere in the “Flesh”.
"Reach out with your feelings, Luke". The rhythm of
existence (what the naive new age guru's call "vibrations")
is Coextensive with the Whole of the Creation, although the
usual lesson of any day is about what's next for you - you
decide. Your true lessons are in your own life, not on
As I write this revision, a wasp has wandered to my desk,
reminding me to not forget his species and star-group.
They presently are nibbling on the lip of my cherry Dr.
Pepper New England Patriots plastic glass, - a peace treaty
offered in the heart, and wish spoken in the Air, in thanks
to Their Works - In Sects. Sects of "In's", turned
inside out, so as to take apart failing matter, with art and
organization. A primal fear response is normal -
stings are not fun, and can even kill. Death is to
look like Death, although me/I prefer a tiger to a hooded
man with a scythe, as far as how Death should attire
Itself. Don't like bloody bodies on crosses,
either. Sunsets and Sunrises, is how the World paints
Its stories of Light and Dark. Best instruction ever -
the Book of the What is. Why Best? Because it
Explore yourself - you are the Gate-Riddle-to-all-Songs, for
no human being in the Whole of the Creation is like any
other - all Unique&Individual - - - a new creation self
creating. Scary - that Idea, isn't it. No wonder
we hope not to give such a gift to machines. We know
that if all our wishes could come true, we might not choose
to control our POWERS! Although, the Marvel Universe
has forced the Super Heroes to Confront the Consequences of
the Use of Their Powers to Confront and Kill (Eliminate from
existence) Evil Doers. Peace, I suppose, however, not
on the table ... cause well - boys with toys.
Few modern scientists, or religious folk, enjoy their belief
systems being tinkered with Via an in Your Face Official
Shaman Notice that it is seriously time to pay attention to
what Fundamentalism, of any kind, does. It
kills. It does not create. The fundamentalism of
unnatural science, and its refusal to recognize the real
nature of consciousness, stands in the Way of any Hope of
meeting the Future on Human Terms. Today's infantile
version of Science is driving the Human out of everything.).
So many different, amazing, and forgotten, sets of
creation-tales haunt the world. Still the avatar
flesh is: The Dust in “from dust to dust”, while That which
was before, during, and after the dust, is the Glory from
which even Time and Space are continuously refreshed and
Darwinian-Evolution is inaccurate. Not wise
enough. Have to look to poetry, and your own
imagination, to be a real seer. Books can help, but
always a shaman’s own life teaches best.
Basically a shaman is taught such skills, crafts, and arts,
as to how to have personal intercourse with the ancestors of
the community which he/she is to serve. So a white
American shaman is to know not just the outer history of the
America that is also sometimes called: the US of A, but to
feel and encounter some of those historical figures.
To know the Inner Spirit of America.
I once wrote: “We dream America. We sing Her darkness
and Her light. We dream America, and America dreams
us.” WE, not I.
If we seek a “Spirit” of America, we will not find it in the
bowels of the Smithsonian. Look to your own heart for
clues. A curious question, dropped quietly here: Those
who seek to be human, do we not also seek for something we
can share? We want to be ourselves, but not so much as
to end up alone? What is the relationship between I
and Thou, or me and thee? Are there Citizens of the
World? What do those who live in the geographic
America do that models what? Is there an "universal"
American Spirit, which has run away as fast as it can from
Washington D.C., for the moment?
Recall the beach just before a Tsunami - the waters rush
out, first, and then come back with - well, Citizens are
clearly at "war" with most of their governments. Tides
in human affairs always turn.
Another Way to see “us” Americans (in-spirit?) is that we
more or less agree that these following instinctive
invisible social-spiritual agreements generally apply: Work
Hard; Play by the Rules; and, Mind Your Own Business.
Sure - lots of failures with that, but still ... in that Way
we Americans wander Together trying for kindnesses, and
giving them out ... pleases and thank-yous & a have a
nice day. At the same time, getting more and more
tired of the people not working hard, not playing by the
rules, and messing in our private lives, all the time - -
- that is too many “politicians” and “bankers”.
All the same, everyone needs to belong to some kind of
tribe, even if for mutual protection. Gangs; Militias;
Church communities; scientists; Republicans; terrorists;
theologians; and communities of new kinds of never before
seen people (the cutting edge of individuation smashing
sexual and racial identity as a clue) et. al. Everyone
a different book wanting to be read. [Check Out: "If all the
world's a stage, identity then is just a costume." Sense8}
Once upon a time in England, and other fine places in
Europe, there were in human languages many words revealing
the stark social divisions between the aristocracy, and the
<not-the-right-blood> folks. A nice little
America revolution, followed shortly with a French version
no less (folks-French - who did not elect their “trump”, by
the way). Those revolutions threw out a lot of that
social-blood garbage ... but not all of it. I mean, a
age in France and England where only aristocrats could wear
weapons (swords and pistols), and duels routinely fought by
idiot men demonstrating lower and lower levels of non-sense
related to station, honor, and degree of drunkenness at the
time of the challenge. When a "Fop"
wore elaborate dress, - showing off for whom? Hidden
Elites Still Feel They are our betters. Who you go’n
call? Closest person/s is named you, and maybe your
neighbors. All the Citizens of the US of A are the
actual/real government (study/think-about and contemplate
the Constitution - it starts with a most glorious word:
"WE"). Now we have to add to our usual heavy
lifting (raising the children, and making the wealth), ...
we have to add giving a much needed lecture in Civics to
our alleged Civil Servants. Throw the bums out,
works for me. We have given them more trust than they
deserve. The tide turns.
All the same what we do exists in a broader context, with a
large soul-part of what is slowly becoming the
America-not-yet is something recently transplanted
from elsewhere, And, else-when. Keep in Mind that the
America we are here referencing is an Idea - something
"invisible". America is an atypical social form, much
different from the usual flotsam and jetsam floating the
seas of history. Like all social forms IT LIVES ...
and dies, and grows - very organic our changing evolving
ways of living with each other.
America is a foreign-seeming to-the-Land scent/sense of what
it means to be human, newly growing in an already existing
Landmass that had its own vital inhabiting
ideas. That has not been exactly working out well for
the original inhabitants, both material and spiritual -
physical and ephemeral (ethereal). Yet, those who come
here, most from elsewhere - what gods and goddesses do they
bring, and how fares that convention with the local
deities? The Holy Mother seems to have found an
agreeable home in the Americans. Or maybe something
Are you having trouble trusting the World - the seas of
change, ... as well as doubting your ability to navigate
(and by what stars)? Very human. Keeping good
company always helps: “walk hand in hand, and together
we’ll stand, on the threshold of a dream” [Moody
This Land (Drum, Earth, Blood), which is conscious and aware
of us, far more than we are willing to be aware of the real
depths regarding the Thou of Great Seeming Other-ness hiding
in the open in Mother Nature, ... this Land has cared for
others before the “white” folk invaded/fled adventured into
the already Known Unknown. How to understand what
seems so much horrific tragedy. Can we try?
Slight shift of emphasis ...
Over ten years ago, I took a reluctant stab at writing a
Second Declaration of Independence.
You know that experience of someone looking over your
shoulder, but when you turn around no visible person is
there? For three days, every-time I was awake,
there was the felt interest of much invisible-ness, looking
over my shoulder, not so much to tell me what to write, but
in wonder as to what I would choose to write.
All the same this is a “scientific” age, and what basis can
there be for writing about anything others cannot see.
Science loves matter, loaths spirit, and can’t take a step
without both. Another Lost community. Maybe its
time to revision old debates, never really solved - just
paved over with assumptions, guesses and mind-boggling
theories (big bangs, neo-Darwinian evolutions, quantum
entanglements, and [Best Read Slowly and Out-loud} <the
search for gods in a particle so small it doesn’t exist
until the favorite toy of physicists throws stuff together
with ferocious drama, hoping a new “thing” of a certain
dreamed up type will miraculously appear in the
Some of us shamans have made mad-scientist laboratories out
of the stuff of science fiction. Has our understanding
of: The Good, and The Evil, or of Wars, Abortions - all
human woes, and unseemly behaviors - been advanced in Cern’s Particle-Physics Temple?
Nothing is made of just parts. All is Made
whole. It is we who take “things” apart <[ use of
the word 'thing' means you deny their consciousness ]>,
and seek to tinker with the Creation.
Leibniz thought of his "monad" (smallest "thing"), as having
consciousness and will. In his remarkable Tale of
Cosmic Whimsy, "Beelzebub's
Tales to His Grandson", Gurdjieff writes that the
smallest is a community of beings whose will was to
consciously choose complete passivity. Cern is killing
these Folk, thinking-as-in-unbelieving that in the death
debris lies a secret only a cold intellect could
imagine. Being without Life.
The Swiss Alps - not a bad place to grow shamans, of all
kinds. Visit Dornach, for the Temple resurrected
to Rudolf Steiner. One of the most unrecognized
geniuses of the Age of Science. This Temple is
earned. Steiner who, you say?
As materialistic unnatural science rode, like a
wild-adolescent-know-it-all-biker into the knowledge
appetite of Western Civilization, the Gods tasked a Dark
Lord to waft an enchantment into Europe, and from there over
much of the world. If the Old Gods were to be falsely
dethroned by Science, then New-godly sleight of hand is
We know this Dark Lord most personally as our individual
wild, untamed, and far too often: Too Cold:
“Intellect”. Ignoring such ancient wisdoms as: As
Above, So Below, scientific knowledge exploded, leaving in
ruin a great deal of finely tuned wisdom of the more subtle
aspects of experience. Kepler called it throwing out
the baby with the bathwater. John I: the anti-Christ
spirit. Yup ... we’ve all got one of our very own.
Where is there a science of thinking
and thought? What could be more non-material than most
of the content of human consciousness, which qualitative
contents the physicists and evolutionary biologists
need to keep on the sideline - if “spirit” gets in anywhere,
their fragile theoretical belief systems/edifices are
Sorry, new-atheists, but “you” (any state of being that
says: Please pass "me" the salt, dearest) are
self-conscious, and modern science doesn’t study “me”.
The scientist of consciousness doesn’t study the self right
there in the mirror every morning. This scientific
seeming arrogant/ignorance of insides
comes from that deep inside - we all have our secrets.
We who do not go there (and there are many such we-me’s) are
often Fearful of that <dark territory of untamed
appetites, and moral confusion].
The big horror for unnatural science is the
"subjective". How does an objective science study the
subjective? Gosh. Happens in AA all the time,
when folk take what is called a: "moral inventory".
What could be more subjective, and yet clearly a necessary
empirical examination of a life lived that seems to be full
of folly. Confess all your shit to God, and to another
human being. Try it. It is not easy,
especially when you realize you are still frequently an
idiot, and must tread carefully around old patterns of
dancing. To shaman is to have lives, keep in mind: -
Memories Ugly, and am I ugly too, a question foisted on
society by the greed of the “fashion” industry, whether it
is moral fashion or cultural fashion or political
fashion. American shamans have been waking-up to the
guide inside for a long time, and that most obvious drum
beat/flute song of this <waking-up> we called “the
“60‘s. A world-wide not-yet-over Dionysian festival of
spiritual intoxication and creativity. Now fashion is
more and more trapped on the Shaman Street of slow burning
cultural fires. Now ... your neighbor with a sewing machine,
and personal favorite political candidates will gladly fix
you up, even with the latest popular spiritual-search
books ... no need Now for the Mall, the not-sharing
people’s vampire seeking the blood and sweat and tears
buried hour by trying hour - hard earned money trapped in
If people didn't need those jobs there in the Mall, I'd say
burn these palaces of temptation to the ground before they
do become more visibly occupied with real denizens of the
zombie apocalypse: Credit cards; a Cashless society; Easy
debt (hah!); More laws benefiting only the rich; Forcing us
to take medicine we don't want/need: ... How soon to the
world of long lines for food, like in Russia where it takes
ten grandma hours in line for a ten pound bag of rotten
What is happening to money? Everything is data - but
clearly not safe. Leave us Celebrate the Snowdens, the
Mannings, and the guy who made a $10 fix for mal-ware
kidnappings on a global scale.
A real scientist of consciousness lives by the empirical
self-study of the same, which is much needed these
days. Everyone still alive, and our ancestors too,
is/are riding the waves, paying attention. World’s
covered in shamans, even in your own boat, were you willing
to confess to buying raffle tickets on occasion. Lots
of shamans are artists of consciousness, or have secret
lives that no one knows. Consciousness as
Individualized Self-created Adventure. Nobody's
business but your own, how you see the world of experience.
To be human is to “shaman”. Each human you meet is a
tale written in a most glorious/\/\/\horrible struggle:
Life. Consciousness and Life. Two people meet
casually in a doctor’s office. Social kindnesses
arise, ... bits of wisdom are shared as self-stories.
[Trump is a good example of an individual who can only find
his interior to the extent he ignores it, and seeks to make
the world around him be his dreams. He is not alone,
in an Age when “celebrity” itself insists it be
celebrated. Mean-while our Present self-crowned King
gets photographed with the war-criminal Kissinger, as well
as gives secret time to the leading men from the folks sold
to us over and over again as our greatest enemy - Russians
(until the Military Industrial Complex found another victim
- the dread Pirate Roberts in the form of: terrorists under
the bed, and in the closet - be sure to buy a gun.]
But gosh, folks, says Itself - the literal and figurative
“heart” of It All: The human being also has a heart, not
just an “intellect”. Which rules which in your life
decisions? Do you sometimes have to be the banker, and
count up stuff, or do you like go for it - all in - dumping
outward the raw truth as lives inside you? Do you see
now the fires that burn the world? Of course you do,
... who among all "me's" cannot see/seem/seam them.
Beware, however, the con-man who says he can fix the world
of its demons. Not a shaman, such. More of a
Hard sciences, like physics and chemistry, are afraid of the
soft sciences like psychology. To the former you have
to provide numbers and count visible “things”, while to the
latter the art of caring about yourself, and caring about
others (“caring” being of the sensibilities of the own
heart) - that art cannot be “seen”, or measured: Only
A shaman must also be able to have intercourse with the
Spirits of Nature. Do you know about Mozart and the
weight of a gift? Sherlocks and Sheldons and Shamans
are gifted, but there are many kinds of gifts, or better yet
sheaths of gifts, for most gifts have many arrows in their
quiver. Cupid never runs out of shafts for his
bow. And, ... there is nothing in the Creation without
For example: All pets are magical, and join us in mutual
adoration (or regally ignored as in the case of the Cat
family of minor gods and goddesses, that have always been
haunting temples looking for a handout.). The
human spirit is seen by the kingdom of animals as the needed
divine mystery presence incarnate. No fools among dogs
and cats. Nor did we self-evolving humans want to
loose the "touching” of the Wild companions, from back when
we wore various sentient avatars, singing songs with the
stars, who were themselves taking turns - tuning in, turning
on, and dropping Earthward. Flute, Heaven,
Breath seeking Drum, Earth, Blood. There never was,
not even now: “survival of the fittest”.
Bones do not tell the whole tale. On our way to
here, we-humans wore many kinds of bodily forms -
temporarily. We participated with the Gods in the
Design, having a great personal interest given that the
Whole of the Design was for us. We knew this for a
long time, and gave then ourselves: the Age of Myth.
The Stories of the Gods Goddesses on Their Way to Being
Forgotten. Golden to Kala Yugas. Light becoming
darker and denser. We, that once were a part of
everything, Fell to Earth, so as to become, for a bit, lost
but to ourselves. The most wondrous bits, of humans'
still in the always becoming beginning: We get to
artistically self-create in/out of ourselves, should we
Nature has always appeared Whole. Not parts -
Whole. The Copernican Revolution, where the untamed
intellect too often led the Way, was inseminated (how, Oh
yea, ... from Raven, Loki, Coyote and friends) with the idea
that what we see (attend to with our senses, etc.) came from
parts. Not Whole, as sound religious knowing has
always perceived, ... but pieces. The intellect loves
to count. The heart is right to refuse, and no child
is raised, or war is fought, without a great deal from the
Water. Life necessary. Symbol of Feeling.
Science is mistaken when it says water is made only out of
hydrogen and oxygen. What is created water is created
out of nothing, by the living divine metabolic processes in
the Atmosphere. Water appears, and the ancient
celebrations involving water are fearsome, although the
riddle of weather can be remembered, if we dare to go back a
bit in time (perhaps aided with an intoxicant - there are
festivals and celebrations to be created), and read: "The
Queen of the Air: Being a Study of the Greek Myths of
Cloud and Storm" by Ruskin
We are the ones that produced those gases by electrocuting,
or otherwise poisoning, living water with chemistry.
At the same time that we liberated these two gases from
water, we ignore that we have also liberated warmth and
light. So, if you kill the life in the water, you get
two gases, and warmth and light as aspects of a death
process. The intellect triumphs over the heart here,
basically as much as possible chasing the uncountable out of
consideration. Not to say some might not be able to
quantify what science imagines to be the tiny amount of
light and warmth. That's not the question. The
real question is: Where/how did light and warmth lurk in the
Water Folk in the first place. Does Water have an
inside like we do? Is Water conscious? Legends
grace us with many names for the living spirit in Nature,
which Genius of Folk do not always know themselves as
independent-selves, but rather as members of
Grandmother Tree opened me up to much that I
still am adventuring.
Personally, I’m for a just the right temperature candle-lit
bath with a special friend. A feast of warmth and
light for the senses. In the Speech of Existence,
Water sings the Tale of Selfless Love. She Gives; We
Receive Life. What do the star-sleuths dream of, but
other worlds with water and life for us to go fuck-up
too. Do You get it yet, Who the Stars Really Are?
The height of the pieces baby-science claims to have found,
and named, remains: human conscious experience, and about
That our more and more unnatural science is still
guessing. There are clearly no pieces without mind
first, however. It is mind that
creates/notices/defines separations and differences.
The heart holds Everything dear, whole, and worthy. We
are then - ourselves: Mystery. All of Mystery.
Of Whatever Culture. Can even scientific metaphors
help? What quantum entanglements lurk in the black
hole of a bankers heart?
The Ancients knew the human being to be a tripartite
organism of spirit, soul, and body. The spirit is
immortal. Then, as Western Civilization dragged itself
up out of the baggage of the rest of the world's history,
eventually to conquer weakening religions with baby science:
Immortality was forgotten - a miracle remembered in Greek
myths, and known today, as well, to true shamans
everywhere, in whatever culture, and by whatever name.
Our Existence is a Great Work of Art that Will Never Be
Finished. Why finish it? Perhaps we will conquer
time and space, and then arrive in one after another strange
alternate reality, such as living a life in which we are
Trump, or JFK, or the fool of god that stole my pot, out of
my magic chest one evening, around the time I stopped a
drought in California, discovering that some powers (gifts
of the art magic) were way too complicated.
The main, most precious of all, shamanistic gift is as a
“story teller”. A quiver that is never empty.
Preachers preach. Politicians take polls to make their
lying more effective. A con-man, ... well we’ve been
seeing a lot of that lately, haven’t we.
A shaman tells truth-stories, and with this makes the
medicine they contain easier to go down. Kind of like
the zen-idea: “the empty mirror”. Using metaphors is
not just poetically essential, but philosophically
required. The World is where logic breaks down, and
pain (consciousness) is best understood with the Imagination
- which is what happens when the heart rules the intellect.
America is not the best place to live in the world.
The American president is not the most powerful person in
the world - he is the most dangerous, because he/she, and a
lot of other folks, are holding tightly to powers to
which the People have not
consented. The barbarians are inside the gates
of the City that is the Beacon on the Hill. Is peace
possible where the love of power/money rules?
Americans are not the greatest people in the world,
either. Nor is being a shaman a big deal. We are
not a messenger, or the message. For example, I’m just
an old man, more inclined to intoxication in various forms,
including the sensual. Also, I contain the usual
vanities, and am writing this near the end of 76 years of
life (two wives, three marriages, 5 children, too many
jobs), while using medical marijuana to stave off the
constant pain of two badly damaged knees (nothing of a
cushion in the middle). Happily stoned, while daily
watching the Farce on the Stage in D.C. unfold - Life like
this, makes even soap operas stale and tired.
For me to seek [tag-you're-it happens in the mind as well],
ask and knock ... so as to actually know the story of the
Americas, ... was to first contemplate upon a mystery.
That Land-then was a rumor for many (except to those already
living here), and even those European trading ships, that
traveled everywhere, carried the works of early mapmakers
who liked to fill in large empty map-spaces with the words:
“there be dragons”. The map makers turned out to
be very much right. It is just that some
dragon-level-gods and goddesses, lurking in the
backbone of the Mother (the north-south mountain ranges of
the Americas) liked blood, and are still around encouraging
troubles, such as drug-cartels, gangster politicians, and
other ways of haunting civilization, wherever She
(civilization) seeks to be reborn. No light, without
the dark. Tides turning.
Today the Past remains visible in the Present.
Memories haunt all the sailors on chaotic Seas. Watch
the News, where one moment after another is turned into
debris. Towers fall, towers rise again. The
world of America (the US of A), is a battlefield of Ideas
(Flute, Heaven, Breath), and of Life (Drum, Earth,
Blood). How to understand? All the secrets are
right in front of everyone, except to the degree the past
rules our ideas, dreams, passions, hungers, faith, beliefs,
theories, needs, wants. We are so busy with desire
(Third Noble Truth), we don’t give ourselves time to play in
the own mind-space.
Imagination, ... “new” thoughts and thinking: home grown
spirit-thinker creating spirit-thought.
Change your mind, change the world.
The Aboriginals of the Americas were many, with an amazing
cultural and spiritual understanding of life in the Light
(intelligence) of Father Sky, and the Care (heart) of Mother
Earth. Many names the multitudes of gods and goddesses
wear, and no reason for anyone to assume that changing the
name of the rose changes the rose itself.
Invaders brought the name: America. Did they/we hide
then a truth? Or, has: “Oh Columbia” come home?
Where was She before? Did Atlantis actually
exist? Were Ancient Aliens helpers, ... guides of
Clues abound to wondrous questions. A preview of
coming attractions: I made this “case”:
that the Hopi oral history remembers Atlantis, and their
story of the two brothers, one going East from Atlantis, the
other West, each carrying only part of the wisdom that was
once whole. Two forms of consciousness, evolving
parallel for thousands of years. Those who went West
we call Aboriginal Americans, and inside they are different
from what comes later back to them (in this Now) from the
rising Sun. More fun details below.
What names do the gods and goddesses of Modern human beings
Modern Cities are not so much different from older
times. Many temples, many kinds of religion.
Trump Tower - a kind of house of worship. Bars.
Dress shops. Betting shops. Actual
churches. Homes piled upon homes, offices piled
upon offices, - at night a visual art illumined by
electricity, while more and more human beings no longer get
to see that realm in which they are born, come earthward for
a time, and then return as needed for rest and
resurrection. If we lose the True Reality of the
Stars, may we not lose, as well, ourselves?
Human beings are not exactly the same inside today though,
as they were even as recently as the Incarnation.
Consciousness changes over time, subtly. How worship
is conducted, depends upon the gods and goddesses
adored. What are your favorite appetites and guilty
Metal taken from the veins of the earth becomes a web of
silicon. A beggar in Singapore has a smart phone, with
access to endless libraries, and can send pictures to
“friends” anywhere and when. The phone itself a magic
lantern, illuminating interconnectedness from one node of
shamanistic presence to another. Few still know
little of the magical arts by which electricity is raised
out of matter, and sent on more its dangerous
journeys. Danger Will Robinson. Danger.
Rulers were told, in the before-time, the dangers, and never
should have dug up all that metal. It had been placed
right where it belonged, being a kind of materialized
nervous system, just like the present general configuration
of the human spirits’ avatar body.
Blood, Earth, Drum - the Mother’s flesh/material/physical
Body, She being also Flute, Heaven, Breath. A story
those who love fighting over words, yet wish to call
themselves “Christians”, might want to revisit. The
Holy Mother, & the Cosmic Christ. We live within
Their Hearts & Wills, and every name from Past Ages is
just as good as any other, or none at all. Should the
reader wish some refreshing of far older names; a
fun gateway shaman here.
Yet we (some of the shamans - the “Magicians
of the Gods” rendered services for favors) let loose
among the salt of the earth, the related Hungers to Possess
the yellow, the pretty, the precious: “my
precious”. “Fuck! ... Jane! Did you see where I
laid my car keys and phone!?!”
Human beings most-strangest Art of all: Trash Heaps.
When the meek inherent them, they will commit a
scientific-alchemy even today possible, and dreamed -
healing the Temple environment where we live.
If the world is mad or sinful or both, ... am I not Of the
world, and therefore ... also mad and sinful? Notice
the “If”. If the world is Also glory, magic, and love,
then there is the Balance, at the Center of which is the
single human heart, who/whom/which endures better - the less
carrying their own cross alone. Tea &
Sympathy. The Immeasurable Uncountable Meaning of
A great deal of modern
life, all over the world, is under the commercial influence
of companies and technologies that have escaped the normal
restraints applied by Nation States. Something bred
itself in America and England, got loose in the world, and
keeps copying itself everywhere.
Viral international corporations, - banker-mind driven
heartless machines. The Dark God of Untamed Intellect
has escaped, created Its Own social form (conform or die),
and exactly the question hovers: “what rough beast marches”
America - apparently - as in the US of A, is a stew pot,
where satisfactions for all possible appetites is
explored. Closer to the heart of the story, America is
also a kind of natural compost heap of adventurers fleeing
from elsewhere; and, how dare we lamely look down on the
courage, of parents and children, who migrate and immigrate
on quests heroic.
Meanwhile, centers of supposed justice and power play games
with real lives, their own boats not so much adrift on
modern seas. Congress gets better health-care than
us. Time to bring out the Pitchforks and Firebrands,
... that Castle of Heartless Greed Needs Warming Up.
Political borders are arbitrary, and economic process ignore
them all the time. Stupidity is also systemic,
expectable, and ultimately amusing. The Trump Event is
Farce, written with the co-participation of the gods and
goddesses, but still mis-directed like a terible movie, by a
whole lot of people who see themselves capable beyond their
level of actual competence. Get Shorty takes over the
White House. Too Much Self-promotion never a good
Sign, ... for the gods and goddesses always give us more
than enough rope.
The People of the US of A, however, are rather
unusual. We have, in the longer arrow of time,
less and less racial or cultural past physically lingering,
unless we are First Nations folk. Go to Europe and the
Past is always in your face, just in the architecture.
Or Egypt. Or Angkor Wat. Sure, we imitated
classical Western Civilization monuments in D.C. et al., but
the real monuments of this Local Manifestation of Her
physical Glory, we struggle even to preserve as
“parks”. We never made those. They are not
ours. What then are we - that we think: What is not us
is to be owned? Mutilated for greed and excess?
Ruined for the future use of our children’s children’s
The untamed intellect can justify any appetite.
Americans are the children of the world. We are their
offspring, racially and culturally. The world’s
Peoples gave birth to us, in a lot of cases with far
too much drama. What most call Western Civilization
has not been crossing the Atlantic as easily
presumed. Not so much Opera anymore, as it is
rap, hip hop, salsa, rock ‘n roll, jazz, - peoples’ music
(and videos, tweets, instagrams, et. al.) The World is
a whole. America is an inseparable part, - yet
A spiritual/invisible fire burns in the dreaming
America. Aboriginal cultures, ancient civilizations,
the Babel of languages, beliefs, and otherwise general
strangeness living in the US of A, and all the Americas, are
a work of social alchemy that is great Art just in
itself. Busting forth from the US of A is an
Idea. Don’t kill it with labels, just go fucking Wow!
- that IDEA. The still emerging Idea of America
concerned the ascent of Individual Freedom, as could flow
through Brotherhood, out of sharing hearts, from which it
spreads all over the world, ... everywhere that <Idea of
America> is dreamed, hungered for, wanted, and oddly
imitated. Native People's here will say, So? We
knew that. You're right. Still, mystery has its
own song ... being ever-new, ... that primal mystery which
leads and follows where human beings seek to wander.
What moves the migrations everywhere, as many heroic
shaman/people brave the seas of troubles, looking for less
dangerous waters (fewer sharks and madmen)? From what
source comes such extra-ordinary courage, and daring, and
That soul-depth driver is the natural sanity of seeking that
no more are: Kings and/or queens and/or popes and/or mad
scientists to be allowed to tell us how to live, or what to
The Idea of America Births Songs of Freedom: From Woody
Guthrie through “60‘s Rock ‘n Roll and beyond > becomes
mirrored back from the world itself (World Beat), remixed
with new roots (Reggae) and new hopes (Ska). Felt
Ideals got a reboot (hip hop), at the same time that
unnatural science was declaring: God was Dead, the human
being has no free will, and is just an chance-made organic
machine. Now those IDEAS ... they’re like the
Chest Burster in the movie Alien - the heart rendering
monster ... the Idea that the human heart is just a pump,
rather than a most remarkable organ for sensing the
invisible. Millenia of poetry, and the intellect still
refuses to pay attention to the heart, because what that
heart wants is usually too scary. To Care, To Love, is to
Risk. Rock, Paper, Scissors, ... taking chances on
chances is hard, without a salting of faith ... "Many
Rivers to Cross", with time for Ganja-Dreaming.
The Spirit of America,
as a consequence, is both hated and adored. Yet. ...
People still want to come here, and endure a lot to
arrive. The modern world tells a story, but to learn
to “read” it, a shaman has to not judge it. Practice
Did the Genius of History have a Reason for this migration
to the Americas? Yes, but ... since the divine spark
is distributed everywhere (Experience is an Embodiment of
the Word Individualizing Itself - a quaint and useless idea
for most moderns), ... but all the same a vital tone/note in
the whole theme). Western Civilization was driven by
the same ambitions of all the prior ones. Just a
bigger scale of potential accomplishment, carried largely by
the genius of spirit of all the individuals: beggar or
thief, worker or consumer.
The Childishness (of unnatural science) is Ravenous to
Consume Its Mother, and Become its own Father. Out of
balance and drunk on having apparently beaten aside
religion, science invents what seem to be great works, in
service to the same intellect as lives in politicians.
Both drifting across the Atlantic to the Americas, during
the last 300 years, only to ignore the locals’ amazing
wisdom, and unmake all their works. Is that all there
is to the Story? Yes/No. It is all richly complex,
because it is/was/will be all lived by conscious individual
human beings. Not enough books for all the tales that
could be told. Give a pause, and contemplate millions
and billions of human beings living lives where nothing is
lost, and everything just changes form over time on its Way
to Becoming More.
Do you see yet who is the Center of the Creation, and of all
the works of the Gods, Goddesses and all their mad progeny?
All the same, the gifts of the intellect are very precious,
and should / can not be denied. Banker beggars, and
computer thieves abound. In the sublime social ecology
of modern life, every niche has, and is entitled to, its own
Known among the First Nations as the “peaceful people”, in
the Four-Corners area of the Southwest of America, lives the
Hopi, on their allotted reservation. The Hopi have a
major prophecy, and if there was a time for prophecy to
help, maybe this is it. A shaman thing in a way, but
really just common sense (which does exist, even for those
The Hopi were taught, as part of their oral tradition (and
various rock-writings), to expect people of a white race to
show up. These white folk would even claim the Land as
their own. A mad-thought to the Hopi, for what
sane human being would claim to own the Creator’s
gifts. Many are the versions of that tale. Yes,
we came, we white folks (me/one/too - third generation
northern European biological avatar). Many changes to
come next, sings the prophecy. Got that right too,
including this tragic bit: A time will come when the
shield of protection of women is raised (the modest Way of
Dress), which will lead to a time of dangerous sexual
Then the “doom” element of the prophecy - very metaphorical,
and timeless - <a unique characteristic of the Hopi
language], ... take a moment, and imagine sitting in the
cool of the Kiva,
the slow moving drama of sunset in the desert, as the
changing colors made by light, spill away with the coming
darkness, until the Stars appears - the Night
Teachers. Stories retold. Children to educate
into how to be a human being, while real invisible spiritual
beings - Kachina - unveil wisdom for those who learn to
listen with their hearts.
Wars will rock the world. Twice, and then a third -
the greatest and maybe final war - lurks. The world
itself is in distress. Earthquakes, forest fires,
floods. Much destruction. Help for the Hopi is
to come, from the rising sun, from the geographical East -
the true white brother people will share with us these
trials. An older brother reaching out.
Ages ago, we were One: Hopi and Elder Brother, but
catastrophe forced us apart. Now we come back
together. Our wisdoms were divided too. Two
wisdom tablets. Two wisdom ways. Separated, but
now getting back together.
Not all white-brothers, are true in the Way meant
above. The following sub-tale may help.
Over the Easter Weekend of 1985 I went to the Hopi Mesas, to
visit Grandfather David Monongye, and discuss with him why I
thought, what Rudolf Steiner had began, was the “true white
brother" of the Hopi Prophecy. Social aspects required
briefness at a certain point, for when I said to Grandfather
David that I thought I knew who the true white brother
people were, other aspects of the room grew silent.
Too much attention for a strange white man in the home of an
elder in a foreign culture.
First praying quickly inwardly, I said something like this:
“Native Peoples know the Earth is a living being.
Western Science has denied this. The Elder Brother
people know how to know scientifically that the Earth is a
living being.” Grandfather David’s granddaughter
interrupted us - physically, and sent me away with these
words: “I do not want you troubling this old man’s
dreams”. ... Nuf said.
In the world of human beings, Life is not fake news.
When, from the Head of the Chest Buster, grew the
Trump&Company, as a metastasizing social cancer on the
Body Politic, the Children of the Sun and the Land were
already gathered at Standing Rock. There visible:
flute and drum, heaven and earth, breath and
blood. The Lands of the Mother - ravaged far too
much by the untamed intellect, heaved a sigh of relief - the
People are waking up.
The Hopi Prophecy has
some beautiful, language symbolism (magic and mysticism in
the darker roots of the Americas): “This third event will
depend upon the Red Symbol, which will take command, setting
the four forces of nature (Meha) in motion for the benefit
of the Sun.'’
This bit about the Meha - the four forces of nature - This
is a very big deal. You take the blinders off and
actually listen to Nature - read “the book of nature” was
the way Goethe puts it - , you get around to discovering
that the intelligences of the stars are already here on
Earth - the
Fermi Paradox Resolved. Although, a kind of side
trip into the application of protective, or synthetic,
geometry to the world of stellar phenomena is in
order. Euclidean geometry is so not up to the Glory of
the Starry Heavens, while the laws of point, line, and
plane, a kind of mathematical universal hip-hop bit, sings
Plane at Infinity. The What? At Where?
Dark Matter/Energy - the missing “cosmic mass and force” has
had a lot of names, and was known to the Ancients.
There is not just Being-generated gravity, but Being
generated levity as well, in a True Universe which is
nowhere empty of life - nowhere empty of being and
consciousness. Steiner & Company teach of the
not-visible-to-the-senses: “ethereal formative forces” - the
Meha. I know: ... Carl Sagan’s dark dream of a “The
Demon Haunted World” is coming true. Science could
rename the parts all it wants. That still does not at
all change the real nature of Nature.
What’s worse (for some), is that those fussy American
conservative heart-landers that voted for Trump have at
least placed their faith in God, and not materialistic
science. That Faith is honored.
A lot of Americans are white Christians. That is where
I ’n I was raised, while being regularly tagged, after
having been created gifted. These experiences
led me on a wondering/wandering
path, that included a deep experience of Christ’s
Messages. The Hopi Sun Being is the Creator. The
Christ, for white Christians, is the Creator.
Same Invisible Dude, different cultural context. A
seer has a curse - don’t you see, - - - for only those who
have not seen, and still believed, are the one's blessed.
The Red Symbol refers, in part, to the stream of Christian
heresies, that happen to be true - no belief required.
The Steiner people, and some others, call this symbol, that
transcends space and time: The Rose-Cross. The
Rose-Cross has a cousin: the Sacred Heart. Different
folks need different metaphors.
All major religions have a somewhat disreputable cousin,
where direct knowledge of gods and goddesses is taught, as
against having to know them through a priesthood.
Islam has Sufism - ancient Persian spiritual depths entombed
in the languages where Islam was born. Judaism the
same: Quaballah, but it is more kin to ancient
Egyptian mysteries. Buddhism has Zen and Tibetan
versions. The Earth’s rich spiritual history and
treasures never left. They never stopped having truth.
We (some) find in our biography that we have been enchanted
away from the gods and goddesses, because ... well, not a
simple answer to that one, except that being a non-believer
is not a bad gig at all. Everyone can figure this
stuff out for themselves, and the less baggage of beliefs
you carry around, including allegedly scientific ones (all
theories are beliefs), the more free you are to “think” for
The Roman Catholic Church fought against the heretical - for
a time, as it consolidated the religious power of Western
Civilization: Essenes, Gnostics, Manicheans, Tarot, Natural
Philosophers, Alchemists, Rosicrucians, Romantics,
Transcendentalists, and the modern resurrection of the
spirit in science: Steiner’s “Anthroposophy”, which is built
and modeled on Goethe (Goetheanism).
Again - same invisible folk, leaving a trail in
changing/evolving cultural contexts. The heart of this
part of the Tale is all connected to something underfoot, as
it were, happening in science, and which began in Central
Europe during the 19th Century.
The enchantment of Western Civilization via the love of its
own intellectual prowess (split the atom even, WOW - good
for you/us), ... this enchantment reached a kind of peak in
the 19th Century. Materialism (all is matter, there is
no spirit) became the dominant scientific religion.
Regular Religion seemed in a losing war with Science, while
Industry was raping the planet - the love of money (boys
with toys) overcame sensible planing (girls with causes).
The Patriarchal monotheistic religions: Judaism,
Christianity, and Islam, had already devoured most of
the ancient goddess religions (some “traditions” remain),
from which came the Wise Men from the East. The Judaic
creation story favors the “maleness” of something that
requires One become Two. Eve is not Adam’s rib.
Adam is Eve’s child. Mother first. It is boys
with toys that fled the Garden, and are still fleeing it,
dreaming of star-flight and weapons of wonder, out of sight
and out of mind.
Still, ... the pendulum now swings the other Way. Cern
cannot explain our pain, and every singer and poet and
married person and mother or father or child knows Cern
cannot explain our pain. They can’t give it a number,
so it doesn’t count in the Story of the World they
Only the Mother knows the story of pain. Only
Consciousness can begat Consciousness.
“Feminism” “The Grandmother War” Time for men to
set down the swords of their vanities, and get back to
re-inventing themselves. I am not a man. I am an
“individual” human being. Are you listening to the
music? Going to the movies?
So: The Rose-Cross is to set the four forces of nature in
motion for the benefit of the divine everywhere. In a
science that includes spirit, that way With words is just as
exact as “E=mc squared”. Just because science
wanders in symbol-worlds few can read, what makes Folks
think the Gods and Goddesses are in hiding? We just
had to grow blind for a while: “May God us keep From Single
vision and Newton’s sleep.” William Blake.
Another set of “word symbols”: “In it was light, and the
light was the life of the world”. Or, as Goethe
observed: "Color is a result of the Deeds and Suffering of
Light". Religious poetry is exact scientific
descriptions of not just what the intellect deigns to
notice, but which the heart bears. The heart, bearing
the cross of intellect gone amok, is tired of boys with
toys. Time for girls with causes to have a go at
corralling the social tempests.
Rudolf Steiner was the John the Baptist figure of the Second
Coming of Christ, the voice crying in the wilderness of
scientific materialism. For those with the right
attitude, finding a healthy new Way to light and warm your
own mind may be coming to a library near your keyboard.
All the same, tastes vary for a reason. Steiner’s life
was a kind of baptism for the minds of those who looked
where his light shown. Sciences of all kinds
have been reborn, free of the matter only prison.
Books exist, born in the Altar of Reason. Science
needs to be religious - in the best sense, while Religion
needs to be scientific, that too in the best sense.
The key that balances them: Art, which the creative human
heart possesses, and no one is to gainsay.
We see the World in Conflagration. The Hopi have the
most beautiful words for this Age we now enter: “The Day of
Purification”. Christ did not promise peace, but
rather a sword. “The center cannot hold, and mere
anarchy is loosed upon the world”.
Yet, who decides what our Own Story means? When a
politician, or a preacher, tells you a story that the reason
your life is shit is because the other guy (or god) has made
it so, maybe that is neither a true, or a good,
story. What makes you dance like no one is
We have a lot of help, by the Way. Genius swims the
Collective Imagination, and films international become
Stories archetypal. America as dreamed is hungered
for, ... whatever the games - the struggle for individual
freedom is everywhere seen, with this caveat:
The hard lesson is that real freedom is only truly ours when
all our brothers and sisters, ... when “all my relations”,
are free. The rocks, the stars, the winged, the
four-legged, and the green world: “We are Groot”.
In the middle of Europe, in the beginning of the 20th
Century, New Revelation was dropped by the Gods and Goddess,
right in front of the infamous authoritarian Roman Catholic
Church. Nobody, open to any unusual fermentations of
the mind, could have missed at least some encounter with
bits and pieces of Rudolf Steiner’s 6000 lectures, 30 some
books, and other changes created by his “students”.
The fruit of that tree is ever renewed, and known more and
Even today the Jesuits are allegedly becoming fake-Steiner
students, for purposes only fools would guess at.
Especially given how excessively goofy is the
Anthroposophical Society - a kind of association I once
described as: a Steiner-thought choral bureaucracy.
I’ve spun a different tale, being basically - just me:
“Saving the Catholic Religion from the Roman Church” (its in
The Trump Event is just a stage show, in a lesser important
part of the Whole Earth Theater than most fancy. He
struts. He shrugs. He is smug. He
leads the clapping for himself. He is ours, ...
Americans, - he is ours. We pranked ourselves.
Sometimes people - the ordinary folk - allow their leaders a
lot of leeway - a lot. Then they don’t anymore - offer
that leeway. Especially since every act of the Trump
Gang has been to increase the level of general aggravation
and uncertainty. People get a bit testy with too much
uncertainty, and our political parties provide all that and
more. How long will/can the politicians and the
bankers continue to feed on us, before the prey is
discovered to have free will, and its very own mind?
Seems that day is here - right now. Time for us to
dine on them. Kindly ... urges all mothers, - my own
Lady said that if she met the devil she’d just ask him if
he’d like some tea. Interesting what the folk of the
original modern tea party are up to these days: throwing the
lies of politicians back in their faces at every
What is the basic posture of the politician? Point A:
Everything is screwed up and the other guy/Party is
responsible. Point B: Vote me into power and I will
wave my magic wand over the news-cycle narrative, and no one
will see me fuck the whole Country over, because there is a
collar around my neck (made by whichever “dark gods” I let
dominate me - usually greed, and the addiction to power,
with a certain amount of religious fundamentalism thrown in
Seems the White House and the Congress are all dancing -
along with the rest of us - to the tunes and the fires of
the Day of Purification.
There are lessons everywhere for those with eyes to see, and
ears to hear. Even on TV, such as the show
Fargo - are flying saucers real? Perhaps the “atom”
bombs, blew holes in the tenuous threshold between spiritual
and the material worlds. Through that unnatural
gateway, then flew creatures more akin with the living, yet
invisible, spiritual beings connected to electricity and
magnetism, than they are to the “human” beings. The
“gateway” clothed the travelers flooding into our time/space
condition, with material form, and left great mysteries
still to be unraveled.
America has dark places and old debts. The Gods and
Goddesses have never been slack, when it came time for
payback (what goes around comes around, and the karma of the
American political parties is huge).
On the other - the most important “hand”: The resilience and
generosity of Americans has always been up to the
tasks. It is just, as we all know (or expect), this
Rite of Passage for the next phase of our Republic will not
be easy, unless we somehow treat a seeming nasty-chore as a
party, and turn protest into a celebration of
Citizenship - the real folk/power from which the
Constitution came as a limited grant of responsibilities to
allegedly democratically elected officials. Are they
"doing their jobs"? Clearly not.
When the American people get down to the necessary and
occasional cleaning of their political house, they are all
business, yet still enjoy parades, rough justice, and the
tar and feathering of scoundrels. First, the
Revolutionary War; Second, the Civil War; and Third - now
What’s that old saw about mother bears?
Societies change from what is internal to them, although all
communities are subject to outside stress. The
individual human soul/spirit is a communal society: “I am
multitudes” wrote Walt Whitman. “I am the Walrus” sang
John Lennon. Some other guy: “I and the Father are
I see no reason to suspect that the society/community that
maximizes individual freedom will not then gain the best
from all its members, ... with the opposite result certain,
where the cruelties of dominance and prior restraint
Always, keep it simple, when and if the
<art-words> are willing to conform ... a Goodbye for
Now, however, is worthy of a lean in the direction of a
zen-jedi, according to the magical elements and their
invisible qualities ...
4: the sign of our Age is the return of the qualities of
Eros, always known to the gods and goddesses, and lost to
human beings now having to live within “fallen
eros”. A tragic result of being taught we are a
mere cosmic accident and only a higher animal.
All are finding that the antidote to excesses of tragedy, is
found in the irreverent levity of Eros, now on display at a
Comedy Channel Near You ... Sex, Porn,
and the Return of the Divine Feminine ...
3: if you wish to bother: Will the Good, and Think with the
Heart. [don’t worry about Trump - Art is already
having him for lunch] Oh, you think we could all blow
up and die? Yes, I do too - one among several horrible
outcomes-unpredictable, although which particular “could”
wins that race, this shaman has no idea. I also think
we will still be around, just more formally transcendent,
regardless of how hard some madmen seek to destroy the
2: there is a fundamental division in the arrangement of
experience to which the words masculine and feminine may be
useful, sometimes ... it has nothing to do with sex (ha, ha,
ha), .... although equipment is only relevant as needed, and
personality should learn to play all roles possible,
disregarding the bodily formations. Some say the soul
of a man is feminine, and the soul of a woman is
masculine. No wonder Ripley out-mans the men in the
1: surely we all exhibit (share) All these qualities (among
others), as aspects of our individuality; and, much wisdom
lurks in surprising places: Snips and snails,
and puppy dogs tails, That’s what little boys are made of.
Sugar and spice and all things nice, That’s what little
girls are made of.
0: boys with toys, and girls with
causes - makes the world go ‘round.