Saturday, April 23, 2022

Dazzle Them with Brilliance

 


I walked down the steps from the plane. I could see the concrete tower my father worked best from this vantage point. The wind was mighty that day, dry, hot and would pinch your skin every once in awhile. The sun blazed through the air obscured with the sand pellets, brown and grey all around us but the bright blue of the Gulf of Oman. My father waited till I was down the stairs and put two suitcases one on each side of me, I don't recall if I was scared I would blow away or if he thought I would blow away. I held on to each handle as the wind whipped around us. My sister and brother beside me, our younger brother in our mothers arms we stood on the tarmac. We were home. This was the same tarmac they found our first pet roaming and in general making a nuisance for aircraft takeoff and landings, Clarence, our donkey. 

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How do I write something about/for my Dad, for his 80th Birthday that is worthy; I have an idea...I won't use French. I think that's funny and you're welcome. I'm half my mom and half my dad, practically down the middle. My love of homemaking and creation of all things I get from my mom and all things that fly, orbit, travel the Heavens, and philosophy from my dad; one of the greatest men that has ever existed and that has made such a great impact on my life, all of it positive. I hold my parents in the utmost regard and I don't mind saying so, publicly.  

"if you can't dazzle them with brilliance...baffle them with bullshit" 

Do I say, "Sorry I'm such an asshole. I was a rotten child and I didn't listen often enough, probably still don't."?  Please Note that down and consider it done.                                           

A bit of back ground...

I don't know what it's like to grow up the middle of Massachusetts in a factory town, dirt poor, living in a tenet house on an oiled street with not a pot to piss in. I know he got out of that town as soon as he could, but didn't leave it behind. Can you hear the accent of a tall young man with ears a bit big for his small head covered in a mass of Chestnut hair, sharp hazel eyes and with an air of street cool when he walked in a room...that's my dad. 

At 18 and a graduate of High School he had no plan for the future but to enlist in the United States Marine Corps. His signature on the dotted line was the catalyst of adventure that he hadn't imagined as a young man. A future of Sultans and Princes, of Communist revolutions and uprisings, proxy wars and hostages. A life time too many of Bot flies and bills to pay. Troubled children and a troubled world to tend to. A future he and my mom built, a family and hard work. The American Dream...a business and land of their own to grow crops. A place where the children and grand children would come home. Put in some hard work and you get three squares.  

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Reading was implemented in our early years. We read the classics, Ayn Rand and Warren Murphy, he would quiz us and we would discuss so we could understand the meanings behind the stories. How we grew up was make sure you know what you are talking about and if you don't know something find it out, and you should always ask questions. 

We had a reel to reel that my dad would set up with old stories of the Lone Ranger and The Shadow. Where all the kids in the compound would make beds of blankets and pillows, half of us under the dining room table, spread into the living room on our shiny terrazzo floors, as we lay intently with our head in hands on elbows as we imagined as we listened.

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When I was 15 my father sat me down for a discussion of standards. We were in the United States now and the rules were very different from where I grew up. The question was...What kind of standard will I carry. The topic came up via my speech class. I was prepping to argue pro life or pro choice, we wouldn't know which until that fateful moment you get up to the podium. This was a moment of turn in my life where I made a commitment to a Standard of Life. I'm Pro Life, I promised, I didn't promise something and say, 'I know dad.', I said, "I understand dad." The two words, knowing and understanding, are different. I do not believe in the death penalty, there is no system not corruptible, that is part of carrying a Standard. My father helped instill that in me...the true meaning of life and always see the goodness in it. 

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A bit over 20 years ago now he had and survived a heart-attack when we were in Peru, adopting our daughter, BrownNut, We didn't know till we were on the way home. He didn't want us to know and distract us...his Grand daughter, the most important thing in the world, the future he built, was on her way home from her birth country. His first grandbaby. I won the best daughter award that year. 

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Now a days it's a discussion of gardening sprinkled like fertilizer into the political discourse...gotta keep everybody grounded, to reality, rocking on his chair that works just fine.  

The smell of unfiltered smokes puffed a bit here and a bit there, and coffee throughout the day. An orange soda to quench the afternoon heat. 

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My father is one of those really smart people...the invited to mensa kind of smart people that say no thank you, the kind of smart that can track multiple levels in space and time and keep destruction to a level of zero. My dad is a problem solver. I know there are other dads that are great too. People should have really good roll models...

My dad...he is one of the best ever. 



 I love you dad. Thank you for all the sacrifices you made so we could have the life we did. Thanks for bringing us everywhere. Thank you for all the life lessons when we didn't want them. Thank you for the hours of time you gave to my questions. Thank you for every samosa you brought home in a paper bag.






Wednesday, April 20, 2022

In Continuum

 


When you can find gratitude in lessons learned from those you wish had never walked on your path in continuum you win a battle. This is a solid to live by and very difficult if (it's part of the Jihad)...not trained and well practiced in the ways of Christ Consciousness and all the other great teachers of life philosophy and what nots.



Those that use and harm children with their misdeeds let it be known only some of the children were taught to forgive. 


Maybe some of you don't know what 'consequential knowledge' is...it's the scientific word for Karma. Literally know what you do and what will happen in sequence way down the multitude of lines or in front of your face. Now let me tell you a little something if you don't already know, Karma isn't Voodoo... Boogaloo Voodoo is the 2nd sentence though; the bloody dress on the fence post hanging high for all to see as they enter the tribe.


Can you see all the futures? If you can, and I know some of you can see many if not a few...it's an exciting time now. When you are able to look back you will see in hind site all the places we went wrong culturally as humans on a whole.  

If you hadn't been taking note (literally taking notes while all the craziness that has gone down of late, world wide, in your country, in your near vicinity) in one of Earths first 'whole earth' event, man made, perhaps a bit too prideful?, bioweapon they hacked together and in turn will cause pestilence and then famine via their own mismanagement, yada, yada, yada...and in my best Kristin on a stage preaching voice "Can I get an Amen we have War too now" (that is not 'hey lets have more war.' It's 'hey...it's gonna get outta hand war and I will make light of that which is heavy.) It's a funny (peculiar not Ha Ha) thing when you can see old stories repeat time and time again on different scales and in different languages. 



Be still and Listen

One day I'll tell you a story



When 

you train 

for something great 

you never waver your standard 

of greatness or you will never achieve more than you already have.






Heart weight




 perched on the blood moon 
she watches 
The dream world wakes
Heat from below 
bellowing from the earth
 the stars rain down
streets of Dilmun shattered
the sins of man
come home

Have any of you noticed the waywardness of man kind. The hate and envy all around. The utter vileness
The disregard for life as the big kids torture the little ones sometimes killing them  
Let's say you come from a family that is 'old school'
dad has been away working and mom has been in charge 
the kids are outta control
 mom is pissed
these offspring are cunning

the kids think they know better 
 they think they know everything
I heard a bird song
dad is on his way 

When he sees the state of being
Everyone is gonna have to stand in line
you can think about how you behaved
while you are waiting your turn
when the lies you told 

come for you

     did you let them float 
                          
                                    in the wind
               
                                        thinking they were taken away
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                        no longer a bother
                                            
                                            when the lies you told
                            
                                                                                            come for you
                      
                                                                        will you fan them
                                   
 till flames ignite
                                                                
                                                                                        when the lies you told 
                                                                                                                   
                                             come for you

What will you do



perched on the scales of justice
where your heart will be weighed
 


Love, Maat


Tuesday, April 12, 2022

The Root of Evil

 


Ask a person what the root of all evil is and they would probably tell you it's money. 

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I would like to preface this with a few statements and some questions spattered through that I think about as I write this. I believe most people are genuinely good and that times are crazier then they have been in many life times. This is a moment when excuses for bad behavior are not to be accepted. When times get rough we must be tough, tough on the inside, when right vs wrong means more now than it ever has. I mean that, not hyperbole. When the lines drawn are so thin and the communication levels are so intertwined we have a web of a telephone game but more intricate. Our children have been fed the poison fruit. That may sound like extreme language but in reality they have access to all knowledge we have on the internet...and that can be called poison...You have been on the internet before right? (My eyebrows are raised as I look at you sideways...this is something you can not argue against...unless you are retarding the conversation.) It doesn't matter how often you told them, "You can't believe everything on the internet." 

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Have you seen brain scans of Children in different stages of development compared to adults? We do have some clear ideas on brain development and we are well aware of it's continued development through out the years. If I explain to you that humans have a life cycle that is different then I think other mammals would you grasp that our off spring does not mature as fast as other mammals. We live as long as we can in the uterus but because our brains our so big we have to be able to fit out of the vaginal canal, this is complicated and yet simple because we have been doing it from the beginning of our time. Then after we are born our mothers feed us the nutrients we need because we are unable to function on our own, we are growing outside the womb, out side the pouch of a marsupial...until we reach adulthood. I know you all know this but a complete understanding that the Child is in a growth stage, like a pupa, but a separate human with thoughts of their own, separate...but the brain is still in it's developmental stage. You don't know how fabulous you are going to be until you come out the other end, and then we develop more. We witches have a saying you may know it; the maiden, the mother, the crone. These are the three stages of a developed adult human, before that we are but Children. The scariest understanding of this is the post birth  abortion movement. 

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The root of all evil is human kind. We just like excuses for our bad behavior so we say money. Money is supposed to be an intermediary of trade, hopefully free trade, but you know that. Back to the topic of evil; That's why we fight the Jihad. I know it's an uncomfortable word for a Westerner. It's the Angels on your shoulders. One telling you to do the right thing, the other saying to do the thing that you want to do but know is wrong and in your mind you make an excuse for doing the wrong thing. We all know it's true.

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They State is literally coming for your Children with the help of the teachers and the net that they control and everything the Children hear and see...It's Federal Policy. Our government is sanctioning physical modification on to Children. Why? 

We have another man made virus on our hand...this one is accelerated. We have, again, it's kafkaesque (stuck in a loop of insanity), mass cognitive inability to understand chopping off a little girls breasts before adulthood would be a bad idea...everyone sane knows this...Key word sane. It's the Biden/Harris administration policy. 

The destruction and vilification of the family structure and the norm of humans is what is happening before your eyes...are you asking why? 

It's Federal Policy to mutilate a child that is still developing.

You all have been mind fucked like a mother fucker.

It is Federal policy.   

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A man can not be a woman and a woman can not be a man, just like killing babies is wrong, don't you have lines? Standards you hold high that you will fight for? If it's not you Children and the future...what then?... 

...if we don't blow ourselves up I wish humans would figure out how to come together and do it the right way. I hope with a nudge here and a thoughtful question there we can get things moving in the correct direction. It takes time to change a river flow unless you have the help of others and a God or two on your side. 

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Some people might say the root of all evil is that we are never happy with what we have and always want more...but is that some one being jealous of anothers ability to dream and work...and practice a good life.  We should most certainly have this discussion before and not just let a few people take the reins...I don't know where they are driving but it's not the direction that is in the best interest of human kind.


Trans humanism is upon us on us. It's on a stage right in front, in a dress of societal appropriation. How do we live with all that is in front of us and still keep it all together while they are trying to destroy the one thing that can keep things together...the family has to win. 

We are talking about a real life situation that isn't real to you yet perhaps but if you want things to be not more fucked up for your Children it's time to stand up. Stand up for Your family. Stand up for the Family structure. Stand for something for Gods sake. Have some Standards. 

Don't you think we should think things through and discuss what is happening culturally: The why? The how? The what? On a level starting with the end game; what kind of society do we want knowing human behavior as best we do, without the control of totalitarian leadership? While thinking this through keeping in mind the massive medical problems that will be upon us soon (they have already started), mental health on decline (why?), an economic collapse (if you don't know why, ask, know who to ask), a world war that is creeping across our door step, with every historical moment we have to teach us, every cultural boulder we must climb, go around, or smash into pieces, every philosophical goodness from religions of old to every technology we have at our hands and that we build. It's a lot to think about...most people don't like to think about these things. They think they have no power to change the rivers path.  

A segment of our population has no consequential knowledge and believe lies told to them by others-that is an absolute true statement...why? How did it get the way? Was it always this way? 

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You are not broken, there is nothing to fix...except in your mind where you have the power to heal your self, it's called discipline. 



...but wait there's more...







I'm ready for my next stage. I hear it's the best stage, the one with forgotten power that's ready for an awakening.



Tuesday, April 5, 2022

Make Yourself Useful



I turned 50 a while back. It wasn't a big deal. It wasn't a big deal because I'm not a big deal. I'm not important or special on this planet; I'm just like everyone else. 
Life is hard.
People are rude no matter what kind of smile you put on your face. People are cruel no matter what you do for them. 
Some people do what they are supposed to do and some don't.  Some times that will leave you in a lurch. It's a big deal sometimes and others it's not. When that happens step up to the plate and know who you can count on and who you can't. 

The world isn't here to make you happy.

Growing up sucks and it's hard. 
You didn't ask to be born. You didn't ask for your life but it is yours. You don't have to be a brilliant mind to be brilliant at something, you just have to practice. You are allowed to be good at something (a skill) and not the best ever at it.

Most (almost every human) doesn't care about your feelings. I don't know why this is hard to accept. 

No one should* respect you unless you earn it. Key choice word...should. You should have to earn respect. Your existence is wonderful...now make yourself useful.