Please forgive this narcissistic post! Or is it just “confessional”?

January 23, 2022

I know this is a month past Solstice, but I want you to see what Janet, with whom I have resumed Sunday 8 AM LAF meditations and I —

— were up to with our highly creative and collaborative friends in Jackson Hole way back when. Two of those friends, Todd and Paula, have now joined our LAF meditations, 8 AM, in their own time zones.

As an addictive personality, the best I can do is to cultivate healthy addictions, as substitute for unhealthy ones. I learned that long ago. And in such manner I gave up both cigarettes and weed, my two major substance abuse addictions.

How I Stopped Smoking

Another addiction is more difficult to work with: my lifelong addiction to “the news.” Even as a five-year-old, I would run to get the paper as soon as it dropped on the front steps, and quickly scan the headlines. Would the world end that day or not? That was my prevailing preoccupation, as a war-wounded child of The Bomb, born during World War II, and abandoned emotionally by my mother when my father was in the Phillipines. Not that she meant to abandon me. Her fear of him not coming home took her under, into depression. And of course, as her child, I both picked up on her fear and tried to make her happy so that she would mother me.

I wonder if I’m still doing that. Wonder if, in these daily blog posts, I’m picking up on the cultural fear and trying to make us happy so I will be loved.

My chronic, lifelong addiction to “the news” is something that I want to be able to work with, not by ignoring it, or withdrawing from society altogether, but by moving into a less enslaved, more reasonable relationship with it. Because I know that this addiction has also helped my own intellectual/philosophical nature to flower. In my attempts to gain perspective and on and to share “what I perceive is happening,” I grow, and feel fulfilled as a result.

This morning, while cleaning the kitchen, I thought about taking some time off.  And immediately felt guilty! Can you imagine! I’m “supposed to” keep posting because I have a few hundred subscribers who would “miss me.” Really?

My larger self looks at this guilt and thinks, wow, here you are again, lapsing into childhood, when you felt guilty constantly, watched over by a strict, stern, judgmental “God.” Oh wait a minute, that was my Dad! That was his nature, which BTW, I grew to appreciate over time, especially when I discovered that I’m the same way, and not just because he is. Because my own nature also tends to be very disciplined, and during the two years of this plandemic, especially disciplined, so that I wouldn’t freak out and do something crazy in public just to jolt the terrorized sleeping ones from their mass formation hypnosis!

So every day, this pattern, for two years now, with no days off. (Though I do adjust to join our Green Acres two-hour work parties twice weekly.) No travels like I used to do, regularly, both short trips and long. Nothing but this, this:

Wake up, eat while on ipad devouring news, do initial tai chi, walk dog 3-4 miles, do blogpost, eat lunch, nap, work on “recapitulation project” — to archive just about my entire written corpus since 1973 — and I’m not including blogposts. I’m talking essays, and book-length manuscripts, some published, some not, but about 85% have stood the test of time, to my surprise. At this point I’m putting the entire collection, much of it retyped, into google docs, before transferring to an online archive. I’m about five years into this late life project, and estimate two more altogether.

At around 4 pm, I stop, do yoga, chikung, taichi, plus errands and deal with whatever’s come up here in the running of Green Acres Permaculture Village, then dinner, more ipad news, bed by 8:30 p.m. — with ipad, in case I wake up in the middle of the night, which I always do.

Every day. No days off! I think in these past two years, I’ve gone without doing a daily blog post maybe seven times?

So, as of one week from now I’m going to at least take Sundays off each week and perhaps more.

And starting tomorrow, I may spend more time on my other websites that I’ve pretty much ignored.

So this next week might be iffy, hearing from me here.

Here’s a sample from the coming recap collection.

_OPENSPACE_ IS A VERB

 

 

Cov-INDIANA: Bloomington Update, late January 2022

January 22, 2022

England, Scotland, and now Ireland, are now ending the Covid Con. Who’s next? The draconian Buy-den administration keeps losing ground in the courts, though individual states differ widely in their official attitudes. Here in Indiana,  AG Rokita must not be a Soros-plant, because:

Meanwhile, on my early morning walks I still see way too many masked drivers in cars alone with rolled up windows. And now, more and more of those masks are heavy-duty.

And every student I saw walking on campus alone this early morning was masked. (In contrast, a happy older man walking his dog — not masked. We stopped to talk and let our pups sniff each other.)

Yesterday, I heard that at a nearby gym, a young male personal trainer keeps being pestered by an old woman who asks, incessantly, if he’s gotten vaxxed yet. And each time he patiently tells her no, that he already got Covid, and so has antibodies, that he’s done his research, etc. Not too far away are testing centers with cars lined up for miles, some folks in line wanting to know, even if they don’t feel sick, whether or not they are. Indiana University is now offering N95 masks to anyone who wants them, a new one weekly per person. (You mean they’re going to wear that same bacteria-collecting mask for a week . . .?) And, of course, I’ve yet to see one day in which the “local” paper (part of USA TODAY network) doesn’t focus on the supposed horrors of Covid, nor, again of course, have I yet to see even one article mentioning taking responsibility for one’s own health, via life style, weight, healthy food, etc. And one final capstone to this typical absurdist mind/body split litany we’ve inherited from Descartes (thanks, Descartes!): another young trainer, this one female, was working with another old woman, who tests herself for Covid more than once daily, even though she doesn’t feel sick. Why? “Because I’m afraid of false negatives!”

Go a mile outside of Bloomington and none of this matters. And even in other urban Indiana settings, for example, Terre Haute Indiana, I hear that nobody cares about any of this nonsense.

What gives? How did the fear virus get so dense in some areas and not in others?

By the way, I listened to the prophecy recommended by Fred Burks, and I highly recommend it also.  In short, brilliant: both neutral and incisive (how do you accomplish that? —my hat’s off to her), extremely articulate, and very much in keeping with my own experience and perspective. Her personal story includes a many-leveled holistic understanding of the mass formation (though she doesn’t call it that) and a fascinating account of how deeply the fear virus tempted, and for a brief while, latched on to her and broke her spirit via an “energetic parasite” between her shoulders.

As for the future, her prediction is very much in line with that of Tarot by Janine, who doesn’t think this plandemic will kill off nearly as many as the bad guys would like. Why? Those whose intuitive recognition of their own bodily need to keep their immune systems strong — whether or not they are vaxxed — via physical exercise (preferably outdoors, in nature), weight, nutrition (and, I’d add, including Vitamins C, D3, zinc, quercetin, etc.), sleep, meditation and other practices that encourage and maintain awareness, will do fine, with vaxxed bodies healing naturally, due to the body’s own natural healing powers.

These awake people, she says, amount to about 20% of the population, unfortunately smaller than the 30% psychopaths who are eagerly, selfishly, trying to destroy us all. And the rest, unfortunately, 50%, that’s half the population — overweight, addiction-riddled, dependent on drugs, both legal and illegal, processed food, sedentary lifestyles, — again, whether vaxxed or not — are the ones in grave danger of dying off.

As we 20% continue to patiently demonstrate what a healthy body/mind/lifestyle looks like, in contrast to the fear-based 50% who continue to succumb to this latest medico/pharmaceutical push for more and more drugs which end up killing or maiming those who take them, will be able to nudge into awakening, one by one, at least some of the 50%. How many, hard to say. The main thing, as I focused on yesterday, is to continue to vision and act upon, both individually and cooperatively, our transformed future. Though this year will be a battle, by 2023 the process of manifesting a brand new world will be evident.