Books are adept at speaking for themselves.



And, as the days became weeks and the weeks became months it began to feel that life as we knew it would never return; no more than the depression before the war and the spike in the economy post the war was ever to return.

People are transformed when forced by nature to bend in a new direction. We are bending toward an austerity such as we have not seen, perhaps since the Civil War.

It occurs to me that the idea of runs-on-banks might be as much a reality as runs-on-toilet-paper, no pun intended.

Around the time that a global migration was starting to take place, we had witnessed wars and famines, and brutal dictatorships in the Middle East and Africa. We had witnessed wearing face masks by China, due to over-industrialized pollution. The military-industrial state that Eisenhower had warned about was, in large part, occurring and running the world economy in 2020.

Migration insurgencies we’re taking place at our border with Mexico. White nationalism was creeping into our politics and the green, environmental & progressive movement had been voted into 2nd class citizens due to gerrymandering and a multitude of other corruption charges, underlined in the Impeachment hearings and the Supreme Court nomination process.

In the new world order, we have a middle-eastern like Caste System, though granted, with less restrictive boundaries at the fringe. In general, we would see four major classes:
1. The Uber Rich
2. The politico-corporate elite
3. The professional Haves &
4. The poor and working poor.

We are living under the rules of a political regime that aspires to cater to the Ubers and the politico-corporate world-class. The Trump Republican Party since Reagan has moved further to the right and by 2016 was beginning to embrace the likes of Steven Miller, Fox News, and Medal of Honor recipient, Rush Limbaugh.

Republicans had, under the law, stolen two elections, one Supreme Court justice, and had succeeded in manipulating election results in such a way as to create great division between those who have and those who have nothing or very little. The code of law we live under has trouble serving Justice. Along comes a lone maverick, sociopathic corrupt, mob-boss Republican candidates. There had already been a Sarah Pallin, the Alaskan country girl who could see Russia from her house. This was around the time that the political cartoons talked about putting lipstick on a pig.

We had not begun to see the direction this was taking. The lines had been drawn. There had been a nigger elected as president of this great country. It was time to reverse all the gains “The People” had made. The erasure came in the form of eliminating taxes on the Ubers, then enacting a multitude of executive orders attacking everything from clean water to Gold-star families.

Breaking with our humanitarian traditions America was at the forefront of political and domestic abuse. With migration at the south and our government deliberately harming relations with Canada to our north, with withdrawing from NATO, and the Paris Accord; and aligning with Oid rich Saudi Arabia, we entered an era where the aspects of good and evil were taking shape as definitively as any cultural and religious war had done in the past. Mr. Trump lacked leadership skills, lacked intelligence, and lacked a moral compass. What could possibly go wrong.

86 Sanctuary Rd, Charlestown, Rhode Island, United States

in Canada

It is September of my 73rd year. I am in Canada and along with me is my nemesis, Caleb. He has been with me since reading Ann Rice. Living forever, trading your soul in for extended consciousness, was a delightful fantasy–it sold books, and it sold me.

Always the ‘wanna-be’, that was Caleb’s life. With the arc in plain view, Caleb noticed that he was the same DNA that was once a little boy. As he sat by an open window in one of the townships of Quebec he heard neighbors in the adjoining yard–they spoke Canadian. It all came back to him like a dream. Except now it was Caleb that had COPD and his mother had been dead a quarter of a century. It was not so much the words as the rhythm, the cadence of the language that Caleb admired, as it was the heartfelt language, because it represents a people who had to settle-in to survive; and many did not survive. Those that did respect their antiquity. The culture of French Canada shows that determination. They are a nation that respects the status quo.

Today we would say it was a mindfulness that did not want to be intruded upon. Caleb would be meditating. He would be stopping. He would be absconded by an alien consciousness. This is too esoteric for these Canadians. They know how to be and the land and the history and the culture supports that.

moon-glow

The ride from New England to Hutchinson Island is 22 hours long..that sort of includes the pee stops and the watering the dog stops and the occasional get-a-bite to eat stops.  The EOS convertible is not nearly as comfortable as she is pretty.  The dogs were gracious, the inns and motels were more than adequate, and here we are softly arrived at the biggest moon in decades glowing across the Atlantic like a beacon creating a road to eternity.

It is a Blessing to Be.

It is a Blessing to be here.

It is a blessing to be here now.

It is a blessing to be here now, together.

 

This Unitarian chant has become a way for us to remind each other that we are indeed fortunate to have a friendship that lends itself to just about anything that we decide that we want to do.  Then later that night we went back to see the moon and it had grown into a giant circle of white light.  I would like to know how many digital pictures are of this particular moon.  It was so advertised as a super-moon that

Scripting…We have sold our house on the Lake to Larry.  He loves it as much as we did.  We rented Roger’s house on the cove and banked the money in a simple CD until we were able to decided what we wanted to do.  We both prayed on it and it seemed that ll we could think about was wanting to live  here and wanting to spruce up the property..We want to  plant a host of traveler palms and we want to add flowers.  And a back porch and a french door from the back bed room and a hot tub….

Manifesting…I am here and David said that they have changed plans–they are going to look for something that is complete and they want to stay where they are until their son grows up…They want to money to improve the house they are in and we are the prime candidate in their minds for us to purchase from them…..

We moved down here in 2012–and my practice is limited to those people that i see over the phone.

it all begins with desire

Psychoanalysis & The Mindful Laws of Attraction:

I am fascinated by the law of attraction, a kind of magnetic manifestation, a drive, a force, that pulls & pushes toward life and creativity. This notion, is essentially activated when desire and curiosity mingle in the mind and create a kind of restlessness toward the idea of more or new. Magnetic attraction is not a disturbance of Peace within; it is a sensation, like libido, that pulls and pushes one in the direction of progressive thoughts and images.

The Image below is just such a manifestation.  The natural beauty of a rocky cliff jutting out into the magnificent Atlantic is the backdrop for an equally beautiful sensation, the deep and abiding love of innocent, gentle children absorbing nature and beauty.  These perceptions, these images of love and innocence stir the consciousness toward the flow of well-being.  In this image the children look out onto the sea, and I look out onto them as they look out onto the sea.

I am gratified twice…..