“Since the world is made up of individuals, there will always be competing ideas. Ideas which, down through the ages, have usually resulted in one thing: WAR.”

The above sentences, and their composition, which flew through and onto the page by a part of me I did not know existed, headed up my very emotional review of a book about American prisoners in the Korean War. That was back in 1956. I was 13 years old, in 9th grade.

The teacher accused me of plagiarism.

She was right. It wasn’t mine. It is ours.

 

Question: Is it possible to move into communion below our rational minds?

Response: Yes. Activate the right brain, linked to the open heart.

 

Make the logical left brain a servant to the right brain, open to the universe.

What flew through me that day we call “intuition,” and it strikes like a bolt of lightning, out of the blue.

 

Remember Rumi?

Yes, the world is simply “too full to talk about.”

And please, please, Ann, “Don’t go back to sleep” . . . as another incipient war breaks out, 5000 rockets destroying the so-called Iron Dome. Outrage shifts from the Ukraine/Russia/NATO/US debacle to Israel/Palestine/Iran/US debacle, in one swift distracting kick. With, as usual, already thousands dead, held hostage, and/or maimed. And huge profits to weapons manufacturers.

Yes. Here we go again.

Two (admittedly early) views of this latest war.

First, BioClandestine:

Kim Dotcom:

And, as always, the flickering fear of nuclear war hovers, like a thief in the night, just below conscious awareness. Source of infinite anxiety. Producing all manner of more or less terminal addictions that rob us of aliveness, destroy creativity, and keep us tensed, ducking for cover.