Lessons filed between the plant world and the Twitterverse

I have a neighborhood. In that neighborhood, I found a live oak plant growing from an old dead stump at the beginning of the Summer. I also found a strange blight around the base of some of the leaves. I knew it was a problem for the plant. I did nothing because I did nothing. I forgot and thought about what to do and did nothing. I knew one day cedar oil would kill the blight. I forgot about the plant. I walked by the plant maybe another 20 times this Summer while it grew and grew and suffered with the blight. Amid my many forgettings the plant continued to grow and suffer with the blight. I continued to know what to do and did nothing.

One day this Summer I was given a tomato plant free of charge when I took in my aloe plants for diagnoses at the local nursery. Just because I have plants does not mean I always know what to do and when to do it and how to do it. I knew something was wrong with my aloes. I took them to the nursery. My aloes are doing much better today due to heeding the nursery’s good advice. As a result of the visit, I was given an organic tomato plant. The nursery believed that I cared about my plants and would care about this plant.

I planted the tomato plant in my neighbors back yard. She is an elderly single woman who lives alone. The gardener cleared out all of the weeds leaving her backyard garden area with nothing much to look at except dirt and shrubs. She gave welcoming consent to plant the tomato vine there. I planted the vine and left it to God’s caretaking over several weeks.

I checked on the plant periodically. I came back this week to find the plant had dropped a tomato, lost a tomato, grew a foot and had contracted the nasty blight I had recognized from the live oak. I created a cedar oil medicine to kill the blight and added it to a spray bottle. I pruned away dying leaves and treated the tomato plant. I then took the small tomato fruit and presented it to my neighbor as a gift. She accepted the gift.

I asked her if she wanted to look after the plant with some cedar oil because it had contracted a blight. She declined, adding that she was a retired master gardener and that she no longer wanted the responsibility. I replied saying that perhaps it was time to receive fruits from gardens she did not cultivate. She asked me if I wanted to share the tomato with her. I also declined. We traded gracious smiles and ended the conversation on the acknowledgement of a certain relationship to responsibility to community growth and community blight. Each of us were playing a respective role as Earth custodian.

As I had the medicine prepared, I decided to treat the small live oak; which had suffered with the blight all Summer. I hosed the resilient branches with the cedar solution. At that moment, it dawned on me that perhaps if I had cared for this plant the blight would not have spread to my tomato plant. On my walk back, I saw a gigantic Holly plant covered in the blight. Apparently, the blight did not discriminate between plant breeds. I sprayed the blighted tree in patches unsure of what good I might do because the Holly tree had quite a prolific blight affliction. I sprayed the tree and evaluated the difference between a healthy leaf and the blighted ones. It was a matter to consider in context of accountability, labor and the magnitude of a treatment job. I was inadequate to the task, but I also did far more than others.

As I walked back, the words of my boyfriend rang in my skull like a gong, “There’s a point where this stuff does not take care of you. You need to take care of yourself.” Of course, he wasn’t talking about these neighborhood plants. He was talking about my first-responder method of jumping into media activism and other grasping conflicts.

Of course, this week it was the conflagration of the Ferguson drama of excessive force, media manipulation and the arbitrary detention of reporters. The week before that was the transition shader moving the Israeli-Palestinian conflict to one of genocidal mania. All the while, the American foreign policy snake is coming full circle to chomp on its own rattler of a return to war in Iraq. I did not watch Jim Foley’s snuff film because it was a snuff film. The deaths of NASCAR drivers, comedians, unarmed black children and journalists seem to float on media streams like some notion understood; all is not okay in the world.

A SIMPLE CONVERSATION

At times in my life, I too have been scared and bullied by incompetent and murderous idiots. I know the American military does not feel normal or safe unless they are nearby. They cannot be sustained without them. To be temporarily frightened from your wits is not a crime. However, if a gun is pointed at you, try to stay in the moment.

It concerns the result of a simple conversation.

“I CAN KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!” says idiot with a gun.

“Yes. Yes, you can, but no one is asking you to do that,” says the smart man with a desire to live.

If the idiot doesn’t really have a plan, you usually remain alive. Don’t dare bait your luck because an angry idiot will shoot you. They just need an instruction. Be nice to the guy with the gun. It’s a way to survive. If you can’t say anything nice, don’t speak.

My government does the work of terrorists for them. Next-gen warthogs demand applause for sitting around in US military combat surplus hand-me-downs, just like the snuff producers at ISIL productions. They both want my fear because they don’t have my interest at heart. If you take the surplus away they will still be what they are. They just won’t present a wrecking ball to the peace and civility of their hometowns.

I’m not a very malleable asset for US militarized interests. I am not terrified by actual terrorists. The terrorists have failed miserably in that department. So there is no sense of interest. I won’t beg to go to war. So instead of conceding to attrition, they want to stoke endless conflicts against the consent of people like me. They threaten to label me, another American, a terrorist for not agreeing with their war inflated wallets and the mass surveillance.

This nation state is in a fragile place of hysterical acceptance. We live in a global totalitarian regime emerging from a cocoon of sleepy “freedom” rhetoric. Extreme statists are happy: someone is in charge, the no’s are absolute, all the decisions are made for them and they are okay with the results so long as they are infantilized by the State. Anarchists are happy because the small window is finally open for them to make their ivory tower point; that all government leads to mass dysfunction or slavery. This happens before they set sail as pirate mercantilists in the black market. Partisans are happy because the chaos will legitmize craven street fights for power in previously rhetorical for-and-against pluralistic conflicts. The angels and demons of global special interests and non-profits are losing their minds because they are sliding straight down the 90-degree angles and can’t pull each other down quick enough. Gangs and the mentally ill are having fun watching it. Normal people, heads up or heads down, still have to go get the groceries, get the kids to bed and pay the bills on time to keep the lights on. It’s all some version of doing what we already do but in a state of world hemorrhaging dysphoria.

I’m someone who is not unlike others who understand when the need for help exceeds both the capacity and the ability to care for the surge of those needs. What it requires is often not what I render. There are plenty of people who don’t have the instincts I do. There are plenty of people who have better instincts than I do, who choose to do nothing. I have also proven I am able to do nothing and be uninvested. Yet, if I do nothing it does not help and the suffering continues. Criticism is survivable. To live with the fact I did nothing when help was needed, is not a life lived well. So I choose to help anyway. Not because of a generic moralistic quell or dogmatic reflexive religious creed; which are both fine as moral motivations to do justice. I help because I prefer the situation bettered and believe I can make it so by taking action.

In such a time, we have to accept one thing at a time, choosing the fights carefully. For instance, the blight was there. It spread  from the wind and some misunderstanding of a relationship to responsibility or neglect. Treating the blight took me 20 minutes. It didn’t hurt me. I helped the plants get well with tree medicine. I am okay. In fact, I learned more from plant care than I did from hundreds of hours of media consumption over the same time span. Let’s compare the lessons learned from two productive yields of community involvement.

Here’s what I learned from plant care.

I think about those trees and the growing things. Children and people are like growing things. They continue to grow. They continue to suffer unless you help them and make them better. Get help when you run into problems. Take good advice. If a blight crops up, don’t ignore it. If you know what to do, find some time to make things better. Present the fruit of your doings to elders, whose lives rely on what God grows for them at this point in their lives. They can share what they know if you have time. Take some responsibility on if it won’t kill you. Do something about the blights in your life or they will spread big.

Here’s what I learned from the Twitterverse.

There is confirmation of what I already know. There is false advertising in government packaging. I’m not alone in being a non-consensual constituent to unelected governance. The lights are coming on in all the darkened little houses online. US military presence is not on the scene to protect your Bill of Rights. We are not in agreement about what to do about it. I am only one of many grown from families coerced with militarized thinking and militarized force as “THE ONLY WAY”. US militarization is not the only way to make life worthwhile in America. To assert your interests encourages other’s hearts & minds.

Here are some thoughts of my own.

Be nice to yourself and others. You can help someone see things differently. Sometimes all you need is someone to show you what’s right in front of you as a kindness. We are all in some strange sense exactly where we need to be. Take good care of yourself to be force of responsible good in the world. You can balance the fulcrum so you and others are okay.

It is simple but not easy to balance the fulcrum to “okay”.

Here are some lines from the Sometimes-Lyrical-Dept.

They are inspired by the day’s events, of which there are many and the example of the Open Source community’s higher aims.  They started here, but now they belong as much to you as they do to me.  You can Open Source music like any other technology.  So I figured I would try.

If you like these lyrics pass them to a productive musical maker to make a song.

JUST US WOOD
(justice would)

 

There is a tree

It’s been growing in my backyard

My entire life

It started blooming 7 winters ago

The fruit it grows

Wants to eat me

And every Summer it harasses me

within an inch of my life

 

 

And one day this Summer

I told it

I’ve had enough

You’ve had your ticker time tree

And now I’m going on a

chopping spree

 

IMMA BUILD A TREE HOUSE

IMMA CUT ALL YOUR BRANCHES DOWN

AND MAKE A HOUSE

FOR YOU & ME

 

IMMA BUILD A TREE HOUSE (x4)

 

That tree threatened me again

In the way it has all my years

I stood there

No tears

No cry

I said TREE

THIS TIME YOUR GONNA DIE

 

This time all the squirrels came by

The nuts began to roll

And the rocks began to fly

The axe started swinging

The crows can’t stop cawing

Nothing’s gonna stop me now

 

This, this is the end of you and all the bad you do (x 2)

 

IMMA BUILD A TREE HOUSE

IMMA CUT ALL YOUR BRANCHES DOWN

AND MAKE A HOUSE

FOR YOU & ME

 

IMMA BUILD A TREE HOUSE x4

 

Distanced observations on cults and active politics 

 

“ When a religion is good, I conceive that it will support itself; and when it does not support itself, and God does not take care to support it, so that its professors are obliged to call for the help of a civil power, ‘tis a sign, I apprehend, of its being a bad one.”  -  Benjamin Franklin

 

It’s not hard to observe the ardent manipulations to “heed the will of God” by lending your money, labor or power to any number of religious or spiritual groups active in politics. The following observations could apply to almost any cult or major religion active in the political field.  However, instead of picking on someone really obvious like LaRouche PAC, I’m going to go for the one hiding in plain sight. The one we see influencing media, appropriations committees, a war-driven economic and foreign policy: zionism.

I am choosing now to make my assertions in writing, because I am aware of the fiscal, psychological and draining emotional fatigues of zionist led policies. Many people are as afraid of zionists as they are of crossing the capo of a mafia family.

Now, I must say I am not in any danger of losing to or pissing off a zionist, because the worst has already happened. My employment has already been threatened from petty cult tyrants. My nation’s government has already been thoroughly weakened by the persistent demand for aid and foreign policy contortions. The economy has already been decimated due to a 90 degree right angle funnel towards the liquidation of old manufacturing wealth in the US in exchange for a debt-State dependent entirely on further sabotage and foreign war. My digital privacy has already long been exploded out by a private zionist intelligence firm located in Israel. The NSA mimics their intelligence capability and shifts the blame around so you will never look there. Is it all the zionists’ fault? Not really, but most of this is their idea.

So using zionism as our case study, I will move ahead.

Dealing with any cult member is a one-sided, parasitic relationship if you are not a member (and even if you are a member).

I don’t get any benefits from any cult if I am not a member. The problem with cults is that they are often deliberately withholding from members so they will overcompensate in the “proving” stages to exploit them for the maximum amount of labor and loyalty.  Cults, like a lot of religions, start as a voluntary excursion, but later become compulsory, controlling entanglements, leading to estranging isolation from family and normal people, and then comes the brainwash.

In fact, cult members routinely claim that people not in the cult are unclean, not human, not worthy, and of inferior moral integrity.  Any wealth or possessions belonging to non-cult members are considered wasted because they are not possessions or capital in service to the cult. So if you “liberate” the unclean, unhuman non-cult member by stealing their lifetime, possessions or money you have done a great good by translating their filthy earthly wares to the grandiose aims of the cult.

That’s exactly how it works. They dehumanize you. Take from you and that’s good for them. What happens to you is of no consequence to them because you are not cult.

Zionists don’t really care if they insert public policy that isn’t good for my rights, decimate my liberty or my economic prospects. They believe it benefits their hot pursuit of a Middle Eastern dome on land I will never see. The believe I owe them unconditional funding and compliance, even though I don’t get anything out of it. Don’t get me wrong, Israel the nation is not essentially zionist. US foreign policy towards Israel is essentially zionist. That’s good for zionists, but it’s not good for me and a lot of taxpayers.  As a US stakeholder, the ancient fight over the dirt in Jerusalem, Gaza or Palestine doesn’t get me anything but grief. I don’t want to feed into it or fight in it using our national resources, either.

To be really clear, I have ZERO stake in Israel and Palestine as an American citizen.  That conflict does not help me or my prospects in the United States. To give Israel money to keep it uncomplicated or to keep the controlling tantrums to a dull minimum is an insult to the purpose of our foreign policy body. I think we can do better. To me, its been a long exploited relationship where citizens don’t get any benefit.

The conformity aims of cultists are not obvious, unless you trip the brainwash wires.

A lot of zionist cult members are, more or less, normal nice people. You can and will be encouraged to share and be genuine about what you think, your religious beliefs, and what you value in life and any possessions. This is the customary intelligence gathering to help them organize the sticks and carrots they will try to put together a little later to get whatever it is they might want from you.

You won’t always know you are dealing with a zionist cult member. They don’t always let on. You may not be deemed worthy of knowing their deeply valued beliefs because you’re an insect to them. Zionists are members of a wide variety of political parties, causes, and institutions. Zionists are not necessarily Jewish, but they are almost always very religious. 

Regardless of actual religious beliefs, zionists are entirely pro-Israel, whatever that means that day. Even if they are not in any way remotely an Israeli citizen.  Finally, they are openly hostile to non-adherents that can’t know why they don’t conform to the priorities of the cult, because they are not cult. [If this sounds familiar to the intelligence community’s policy of invocation of State’s Secrets for everything, you are probably onto something.]

This leads me to the one true life anecdote of how I experienced the completely transparent display a mind-controlled zionist adherent.

I was interning in a small Hollywood PR office off of Vine and Cahuenga.  I was dispatched to do the most mind numbing, menial and career irrelevant work by the women who recruited me. It shouldn’t surprise you that I learned nothing that would help me advance in my operational ability in the field while I was there.

To whittle away the time, I started conversations on topics I felt were interesting because I was quite religious at the time.  They seemed, oddly, okay with this. Until one day, without warning or provocation, one of the bosses stopped cold and screamed at me that I had murdered people and I was guilty of murder and that I had plans to continue to murder innocent jews all over the world. My religious preferences were set to something that tripped her brainwash wires.

Now, it did seem to come out of the sky blue for everyone else in the office that day I was now considered a murderer by the boss. The delusion was precisely that I was convicted of murder by a non-judicial, unprofessional court of ONE zionist. I broke the shocked silence by correcting her for reality that, in fact, I had never murdered anyone. I had no plans to murder anyone. I did not know what her orientation was to lead her to that conclusion. I never would. She wasn’t the kind to explain herself for obvious reasons. Everyone, wide-eyed, went back to working in silence because something truly insane had just transpired. We shifted focus to pay dirt and left for the day.

Years later I realized my in-depth indiscretion against zionism had probably started the minute she picked up my resume. The cult nature was out of the bag. Anything I did or said would be framed by inaccuracies and character assassinations by this person.

So to wind down my rail against cults and the discharge of their one-sided social offerings, is do your due diligence to know who you are dealing with.  It’s not your fault certain people break their backs to get into cults and then realize they still don’t have anything. You can’t make the cultist happy. Cults are never ever done with all forms of extortion. If there is no strenuous grasping to manipulate using overextended illusions, the slavery is over.

The tragic secret is that peace, liberty and freedom is for people who aren’t cult members. Slavery is over.

It’s really simple, don’t accept a bad deal. That goes for banking policy, tax policy, foreign policy and overcomplicated ancient foreign wars that have their “holy” purpose. Just know cultists will take everything you have: your life savings, your family, your home, your money, your rights, your economy, your freedoms and your life. Your life is not for you, it’s for the cult. Don’t be surprised if you weren’t at the meeting when they decided what to do with your life and possessions.  It’s not personal.

The only immunity you have is to understand the deal you have been offered. The offering is twisting the quid pro quo. It is one where the cult tried to convince you the world is theirs to give you so you actually possess nothing of your own. So everything that is yours, is theirs and everything that is theirs, is still theirs.

See how that works?

 

Remarks on the transactional workers of a global psychic corral

 

Fear. Apathy. Character assassination. Each one has its place in the collective affliction of mass surveillance Americans face alongside anyone with a dial-up connection in West Africa or the south of Spain.  “We are all guilty of something,” the surveillant says.

I know what happens to you may happen to me if I am honest.

There’s a numbness that must overtake someone before they commit an act against their conscience: violating someone else or hurting some part of themselves. The misled follow a process. First there is a lure. Then a seductive offering.  If you accept the distraction as a offering, the trap closes around you. Then you become the pet of your captor.  Then perhaps later a slave.  Once your captor is done exploiting you for the essential product or service desired, they release you by disposal or, more unfortunately, death.

Think of what it might be like to work for an animal slaughter house. Every single day workers see the vital intact form of a conscious animal separated from its life. Then blood and skin from meat and bones.  Everything a rote transactional process. From the unfortunate animals corral, to its collapse, to its dismemberment, to package for market. The organized workers in compartments perform like bees. They are paid a servants wage to perform the death processes to a living thing.  Do you wonder what kind of people they are?  How long they stay in that job?

What if I said surveillance feels like the conveyor processes of a psychic slaughter. That may be why it is so often a precursor to mass genocide campaigns. The surveillance is invisible, but it isn’t painless. We are collected and corralled.  If we are conscious of it we wrestle in our minds.  We struggle against it.  Then we try to forget how we have been so exposed against our will, captured in a slave plantation the size of an office cabinet. The blinking quartz LED lights lead us down the digital conveyor belt where the psychic carvers dismember, clean and store pieces of our lives, our faces, our actions, for people we don’t know for reasons not provided.

All of this happens while we are alive. We are alive.

I’m sure analysts must learn to shut off the fact that we are alive while they carve us to into  datasets and spreadsheets. From there we are reduced to frozen facts in one clip of restrained, refined product for government or the market.

It must be the pay. You would think that the repeated psychic dismemberment of entire nations, families and people you may know would finally get to you. We know it eventually got to Edward Snowden. In the span of his life as an Intelligence processor he was paid a lot of money to perform these functions.  At some point he must have arrived at the conclusion that he was not performing analytical slicing, dicing and profiling of dead people but whole, living, conscious human beings not unlike him at all.

90% of the FISA or NSA bulk data collected isn’t to stop terrorism or crime. That is just a lie. The data collected is to stop you: from being normal, from being free, from dignity, from being anything but a source of exploit for profit or power by data brokers or human information traffickers.

I’m sure these analysts would scream in my face, telling me they are doing nothing wrong, that I am crazy, and I deserve the surveillance.  Confronting them directly is a waste of energy. They will get up and do it all again tomorrow to someone who is merely a little bit different and equally alive. They won’t admit to feeling anything about it. You are not human to them. They don’t know how to be ashamed for what they do.

What happens to us is sad. What happens to the people who work to process their fellow man this way is worse. To perform atrocities on a mass scale begins a transformation to the worker.  I sense these people separating from themselves underneath the roofs of their own skulls because they are not that different from you. They begin to fall apart and to fracture into pieces of themselves. On the outside they look and sound normal. Just underneath you find a cracked person, determined to self-destruct with an irrational compulsion toward pay for this line of work.

They may be in denial that their choices brought them and bought them to this, for cheap. Until one day they notice they can’t function normally. They became a collection of mere fractures, floating around in a sack of blood, siphoned through organs to bones and moving meat parts. They are dying souls. They rationalize what they do because … any excuse fits really.

They just want their check.

Or other reasons why the journalism trade is unattractive for people who need income

I write this for the people who say,”Bah. You’re uncommitted. You just don’t want it bad enough.”

Ok. You’re absolutely right.  I don’t.  There are reasons.  Here are 10.

 

  1. Point them to avenues of non-paid heirarchy as a source of employment
  2. Read their pitches and fail to send any note of receipt or response
  3. Throw out their copy out because it’s better than yours
  4. Offer unqualified reasons their writng is unusable, include personal insults
  5. Go to journalism networking events and snub efforts to find pitch opportunities or employment breaks
  6. Be a dick to the interns and the administrative staff
  7. Talk trash about other great writers on your staff and laugh about how they’ll never get anywhere
  8. Ask freelancers to write for free when you could easily pay them, as a juvenile inititation rite
  9. Berate or show open mean spirited contempt for credited writers on staff asking for a pay raise or benefits
  10. Deny them important legal resources and job tools to deepen the meaning of a story or confirm sources

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Libertarian,

 

This is a brief note to let you know there has been a line drawn in the sand. It would be good for you to practice some observance.

I have found the realm of active organized politics very confining to my personal pursuit of #Liberty.

I don’t like being pressured and told what to do by people who are forceful and weird with me when I do volunteer up to lend support to the profession of Liberty ideals.

The worst part is found among the problem characters in the field of organized politics. Those who seek power to have power for power’s sake.  For them, the Libertarian cause is an entrepreneurial opportunity with free labor attached. Their plans are not different from other partisan animals. They wish to seat themselves atop a hierarchy of people they despise.

While we presume these brothers & sisters extol the priority of Liberty amongst each other, they also tend to lie, cheat and steal from each other, as with typical factionalism professions.  To these charlatans, you know who you are.  I will point you to someone who may take your indefinite orders for zero compensation, but I won’t be doing anything for you as your intent is made known.  I’m not your amenity.

To the sincerity of the rest, I feel the need to explain there is a limit to what I can be expected to grant in terms of Libertarian genie wishes.  Once that limit has been reached you will be informed that my bond to you has been lifted.  I will drift away like a ghost into the ethers.

Liberty is personal. If you want Liberty to be an act of brute labor, find some money to pay your workers upon an agreement to make it a profession.  You will find some hypocrisy among the less spiritually inclined to make arbitrary demands with slavish and abusive conditions for people who perform work tasks amongst each other. Often they are not charged anything for political labor. Yet, when The Willing apply themselves they often are mistreated as volunteers.

Cause labor isn’t free. It comes at a cost to everyone who applies themselves responsibly. If you are not communists, don’t act like them. Recruit qualified people whose work you will trust and respect as if you were running a business. Pay them a market adjusted wage.  However, don’t insult voluntary or paid contributions with petty tyranny, threats, screaming, carrots, diminution and intimidation, because they will hate you, leave you and misunderstand Liberty.

No one cares if that is the standard way the political profession or active campaigning is carried out.  No one cares about your cult of insanity or your initiation fantasies if they truly give a damn about their Liberty.

Always be grateful for what you have. No one is promised anything.  Gratitude will help you stay human and flexible when everyone else is becoming another substrate species channelling intent that leads to frothing at the mouth, dropping chromosomes like dead skin cells.  Those moments are really frustrating.

Finally, do not exasperate your fellows’ goodwill with constant grating philosophical classifications of phyla of species and subspecies of Libertarianism.  Liberty is simple. If you get  lost in the trees, deep in the forest, some of us will call and you won’t be able to recognize us.

Thank you for considering it.

Sincerely,

Sheila Dean for Godzilla Government

Here’s a friendly e-mail you can pass along to someone you know which might be useful if you’re slightly concerned about privacy.

 

Hi There,

(*Remember, copy paste links from an e-mail into a separate browser to avoid trojan malware infections.)

There ‘s another privacy threat out there called, Google Glass. It attaches wifi to a set of computerized glasses that conduct a live video webcam feed wherever the Glass wearer is. A lot of people are a little distressed about it. Indescriminate Glass wearers are called, comically, Glassholes.

Most everyone is distressed these days about privacy. On June 5th, many people are adopting the privacy pack materials at https://ResetTheNet.org to better secure their life online.

There’s also a pretty awesome privacy applications suite at The Guardian Project available for free to download to secure iPhones and smartphones. https://guardianproject.info/

But to cut off a Glasshole you’ll need a special app

available for download here.

http://julianoliver.com/output/log_2014-05-30_20-52

Here’s more about that: http://www.wired.com/2014/06/find-and-ban-glassholes-with-this-artists-google-glass-detector/

Thanks for considering it.

Your friend in deed,

[YOUR NAME HERE]

P.S.  Life is too short to put up with Glassholes. Enjoy a beautiful Summer.