SERIOUS QUESTION: Is Money the “bottom line”?

June 23, 2024

Men Made History; Their Mothers Made Dinner

You may think this Mickey Z post is “dated,” in that it’s no longer the case that only men make history, because ’60s feminism liberated women to aim towards seizing and wielding what men have seemingly always had, easier access to Money, and therefore, Success.

(And yes, “women’s lib,” as a process, devalued crucial, so-called “women’s work” even further, while gradually, inevitably, atomizing the formerly nourishing family womb into mere anonymous Others, indoctrinated to seek respect, approval from their siblings, parents, children, grandchildren etc., and when ignored, (or, as is said now, “cancelled”), feel horrible: “what have I done wrong?” What remains are stuck resentments for past wrongs, and/or active judgmental attitudes, superiority/inferiority complexes, Others taking sides. BORING!

(All this by DS design.)

I do think Mickey Z’s substack article clever and needed, in that it turns “behind every great man there’s a great woman” on its head as hypocritical expose. However, I offer here a much larger perspective within which we can frame this entire emulsifying phenomenon that slowly and surely destroyed humanity’s continuously nourishing, replenishing miscellial web, to the point where frozen fear, and/or disguised or overt contentions, conflicts, wars, run rampant — all seemingly now converging on the big daddy of them all, nuclear war.

Mine is a perspective that is still not even poking its head above the dominant capitalist paradigm.

I figured it out way back in 1977, under extreme mental/emotional duress. Ever since then I tell others:

“I aim to live below money, as far as possible.”

And when they look at me, dumbfounded, I add:

“Because money is a scrim” — a fake surface phenomenon that does not penetrate to the depths of either our authentic natural selves or or the natural world within which we are embedded.

What? People still look at me as if I’m crazy. Why would I say that?

Which means — though this is usually not voiced — “Do you choose to be poor?”

No. I choose to inhabit and express the richness of my authentic sovereign soul self in union with the whole of life.

Here’s a meme that goes some way towards hinting at the abundance of feeling and limitless, entangled connectivity that results.

Excerpt:

Creating A New Foundation of Values for Our Lives

 

 

ABOVE AND BELOW, BEST AND WORST, NATURE AND CULTURE, again and again, and again . . .

June 22, 2024

5 AM walk this morning, on the sixth day of soon-to-be-blistering (chem-trailed? HAARP-ed? I noticed some frequency clouds) heat. Watching the dawn on this second day after Solstice, first day after Full Moon, hanging, huge, near the western horizon.

Amazingly enough, that’s what my son Colin did too, got up before dawn and rolled his wheelchair outside Majestic Care facility to commune with the golden-red dawn.  

Afterwards, in my comfy chair with windows wide open and fans blowing (I try not to use AC until afternoon), having just witnessed nature, i.e., THE BEST, of course I was drawn to witness humanity, capable of THE WORST. Always seeking balance, integration of opposites.

Re: the sky above us, check this out.

All sorts of other, what used to be forbidden, “conspiracy” topics, and now moving into the public eye, thanks in part to X.  Like adrenochrome (strongest when harvested from the adrenalized blood of terrorized children) for example, which when I google it, now supposedly has 1,050,000 hits. Likely more.

 

Like Biden’s mask, and clones, doubles. etc.

On and on. The apocalypse (revelation) is gushing forth, stronger and stronger, more and more devastating to anyone who still insists on his or her own conceptual helmet.

Okay. Back to the Beauty. Let go of the Beast. Photos from this morning.

I have been meaning to take a photo of the extraordinary red and purple long, tall gladiolas, which have been gracing the area around the yurt for many days; but the deer must have found them last night! Luckily there are more coming.

We did manage to net this little lovely.

Oh gawd, then there’s the main garden, full to bursting.

And yes, during this extreme heat, all our gardens rely on city water every day. My conspiratorial mind kicks in: what if that gets cut off? We don’t have nearly enough water storage.