America! Your neighbors are wising up to your poisonous influences!

Just so disappointed in the medical industry, agencies and associated professions. If they would just keep up with the ongoing unbiased truly scientific peer journal literature they’d realize it was environmental factors that were greatly responsible for driver fatigue for example and not so-called sleep apnea. Our bodies struggle through oxidative stress and poisoning from of the air we breathe, especially on the road. Not living by our circadian biological rhythm (split shifts literally exacerbate poor health) or getting proper nutrition from untainted foods (that standard American diet is killing us!) doesn’t help either; but physicians and their formative institutions are complicit in continuing the onslaught of medications for symptoms. THIS NEEDS TO STOP!

And while we’re at it, we should better control the agencies that let industries poison us like the food processing, agricultural, and the chemical industries in general. Pharmaceuticals and pesticides are the greatest scam modern societies have ever perpetuated and unleashed upon the nations of the world. What goes around, as they say, comes around—and this boomerang will come back violently! That’s my prediction people and I’d advise you to prepare for it. Your neighbors are wising up.

When You Talk Like This (maga maga...)

woke up singing this in a dream:

I am a hard man to get to know 

I fear my emotions will over flow 

it’s not because you’ve been unkind 

it’s the cruel things on my mind

i’ve been inside for far too long

so I come on a little strong

don’t be frightened by my rage

It’s just the rattling of a cage

I want to make a fist 

when you talk like this

you’re talking like that fool

I don’t want you to be his tool

I thought you might understand

i just want to be a better man

than kicks an empty can

don’t hate me, don’t berate me 

because I hate him

maga maga maga maga maga maga

you chose to run around with a clown

yeah he’ll really turn your life around

he talks in circles like a spinning top

when will his lunacy ever stop

he claims to hold a torch for you

but he will burn you with that too

all he ever says is “they hate me

because they really want to be me”

I want to make a fist 

when you talk like this

you’re talking like that fool

don’t want you to be his tool

I thought you might understand

we could all do better than

that greedy ignorant man

don’t hate me, don’t berate me 

because I am not like him

maga maga maga maga maga maga

"Sapere Aude!"

The great majority of the causes of disease are environmental, meaning foreign substances or living entities that we are exposed to or ingest. The "allergies" and even the mutations some are afflicted with which we call birth "defects" should not be thought of as strictly inheritances of genetic flaws necessarily but rather potentially that the burden of proof that our bodies are perfect until contaminated remains hidden from our otherwise observant eye by powerful groups, those  of industry and agencies that benefit from misrepresenting the causes of our illnesses.

Just as most of us have lost the ability to navigate the surface of our earth by referring to the stars, we have also shrunken our view to the immediate moment and cast the precautionary principle to the wind. I stand firmly in this belief that too many of us have lost this tenacity of observance. "Sapere Aude!"

It is a time of archetypal revelation and rebirth

My father's birthday was September 11th... mine is the same as the day Martin Luther King was murdered... this is why I choose to celebrate differently. 

       For example, Easter means more to me than my birthday, though I don't do the shallow egg and chocolate thing.  And as far as my father's dates, well, he passed away on the 28th of March so that pretty much encapsulates the period wherein my birthday resides. I sit between my father and THE father if you wish to see it that way. Or in another sense It is a true Aristotelian period of coming to be and passing away, of regeneration, of stoking the continuum of life, of remembering to look forward to each day and not get bogged down by the weight of loss. 

       So, Spring, or rather the equinox strangely enough is significant too—being approximately March 21 and September 23. My consciousness then is further synchronized with the natural course of things of this earth. I am fairly squashed now by the demands of this planet's rotation and my failure to synchronize my daily routine with circadian demands of the sun and the chides of the moon. It is a cosmic time... and finally it is a dawning of the Age of Aquarius. Ironically, and  sadly too, I grow aware that while I've lost my father at a symbolic end, the setting of a patriarchal era, my mother conversely grows nearer the end of her life as the age of matriarchs rises.  It is an archetypal time of revelation then, that we can find spiritual meaning in life and death, the tertiary and distal cosmos. We are somewhere between hope and dread perhaps but always secure in knowing the time of day when the sun is visibly passing above us and steady when our feet are striding below.